(( Taking advice from Syramis there, let's try this again! ))<br/><br/>The sun shined brightly that morning at Hillsbrad. In spite of that bright welcoming sunlight, the land itself cannot say the same as it had once before. During the events of Cataclysm, much of Hillsbrad had succumbed to the Forsaken's plaguing of the land, rendering key locations unbearable for the living. Any members of the Alliance remaining there are either scattered throughout the wilderness or held captives by their undead enemies.<br/><br/>Yet, all is not lost for the living conditions at Hillsbrad. The Forsaken under Garrosh Hellscream's rule, have to be very cautious of their use of their plague, or risk betrayal by the other members of the Horde. At the base of the snow-covered Alterac Mountains walks a Pandaren, neither Horde nor Alliance affiliated. This Pandaren is well informed of the activity happening within the years his race has begun filling the ranks of both major powers, and he never felt content with either side involving the war between them. Formerly, he was among the Argent Dawn in assisting their efforts in cleaning up the once plagued Lordaeron of leftover Scourge. Now he chooses to traverse back through Hillsbrad in hopes to make it back to the cleaner side of the Eastern Azerothian Continent. Carrying his spear over his right shoulder, and left arm over his nose, he begins to walk through the Forsaken roads towards the Arathi Highlands.<br/><br/>It seems like his arrival time to Arathi is going to be slightly delayed though. Resources in the Alterac stronghold have become scarce, and the ogre inhabitants there had begun to resort to bandit activity in order to keep themselves fed. Coming down the mountain, there is an ogre warlord, and two of his brutes ready to club the Pandaren! The Pandaren himself is in no mood to fight right now, and picks up his pace in hopes to escape the ogres. Doesn't look like that's going to happen easily though.<br/><br/>After running for a short time with the ogres still in hot pursuit, our Pandaren stops running somewhere outside of the Forsaken stronghold of Tarren Mill. Seeing how the circumstances was against him, the Pandaren readied himself for combat. His body turned to his right, and his spear pointed at the ogres. The ogre warlord was the first to get an overhead strike down with his massive maul. The Pandaren was able to withstand the attack while using his spear to block the strike, though it had taken a lot of energy out of him to do so. He seems too tired to continue fighting, and stands there, panting what he thinks may be his last few breaths.<br/><br/><b>Ogre Warlord:</b>Me smash! You die!<br/><br/>The other ogres continue to snicker at the situation.<br/><br/>(( And yes, I'm still using the Pandaren I had laid out in the first post. ))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>