Sign up -<a class="internalLink" href="https://forums.darknestfantasy.com/index.php?threads/fallen-azeroth-interest-check.31632/">https://forums.darknestfantasy.com/index.php?threads/fallen-azeroth-interest-check.31632/</a><br/><br/>As the twin moons of Azeroth hung in the night skies above, the undead marched upon the Great Gate, where the last bastion of civilisation stood. A sturdy, stone and steel wall of orc and human design, taking the best of both the Alliance and Horde and using it to defend what was left of them. Yet outside the forces of the necropolis now above the Ruins of Orgrimmar gathered and prepared to lay siege to these last survivors.<br/><br/>Two scouts had been watching from the darkness, a tauren and worgen.<br/><br/>"What d' ya think they're gonna do?" the worgen asked in a thick, cockney accent, turning to her tauren companion in concern.<br/><br/>"What they always try to do. Kill us all," the tauren replied, picking up her bow and nooking an arrow. "We need to get this information back to Thunder Bluff. King Anduin, Baine Bloodhoof and Tyrande Whisperwind must know of this," the tauren sighed, taking aim. "They'll need distracting if either of us want to get back. Inform the leadership. I'll try make me own way back."<br/><br/>"A-Are ya sure?" the worgen asked in confusion, quite clearly shocked. "They'll tear you apart!"<br/><br/>The tauren readied her aim, nodding her head slowly. She was tearing up lightly, gulping in fear. "I'm scared of what I'm going to do. It's stupid of me... But please, just get this information home. We need to prepare a defence."<br/><br/>The worgen scout nodded back, snatching her satchel up and sprinting back towards the pass, climbing up the cliff face, watching in horror as she saw the undead hordes dimly illuminated chasing a feeling figure. She cried softly, pushing on into the safety of the plains, watching a kodo stumbled by as she ran towards New Bloodhoof, a strange amalgamation of all sorta of architecture impossible to describe as more than an unfitting blend of the styles from before the fall. Baine was there, surrounded by the Royal Guard, a human, orc, and naga.<br/><br/>"Baine! Baine!" the worgen called, prompting the High Chieftain to turn his attention.<br/><br/>"Scout? Where is your partner?" he replied.<br/><br/>"Dead. She sacrificed herself so I could git here..." the worgen wheezed, groaning slightly as she held her stomach. "It's the undead! They're about to besiege the Great Gate! They have Magma Wyrms!"<br/><br/>The High Chieftain frowned, looking to those around the village. "Anyone who can carry a weapon, to the Great Gate!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>