"Orgrimmar is a damn disaster right now. The Kor'kron have bodies strung up along the walls, Troll guards pinned to posts and used as target practice... the city itself is becoming a warzone and there's little that can be done about it, it's been rebuilt almost from the ground up as a massive fortress. I'm also not about to get myself caught up in some faction warfare either, I have no interest in flagging myself as Horde or Alliance." He turned off the path to Ashenvale and headed towards one of the many large mountains in the distance. "Assuming he's even still alive he'll be in a cave on the peak of that far mountain in front of us."<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"She may be ancient and used to clean and effective torture of her people, but she'll learn what happens when my metal meets mortal flesh. Elven flesh burns quite well."</span>There was just a faintest hints of sadism in Sahra's voice as she returned to her work, lighting the forge then etching out a physical design for her next weapon.<span style="color: blue"> "Time is all we mortals have, and I choose to spend the little I have left seeking vengeance on those who hurt my family.</span>" With a shrug the human loaded her forge with the glowing steel and began to tend to the slowly melting metals.<span style="color: blue">"Your loss, though I'm sure you'll see it soon enough.  I plan on using Sharindia as a test subject for my design, what good is a weapon if you don't know how well it does its job? Making pretty weapons is easy, making ones with the high maiming potential of a goblin invention, while still looking pretty is a feat very few can manage."</span>With the metal going she walked into the shed and returned holding a broadsword. From a distance the sword looked no different than anything a Human would make, but as Sahra brought it over for Amere to inspect she'd see that rather than bladed edges it was lined with countless hooks.<span style="color: blue">"Interesting, isn't it? It doesn't slice like you would think, doesn't cut or hack... No, it shreds. It bites into flesh and tears it away in chunks.</span>" She grinned a bit from behind her mask and leaned against the blade.<span style="color: blue">"I hit a Centaur in the rear leg with it, it dig into his flank so deeply he ended up tearing off his own leg. Imagine how much muscle and fat this had to tear through to do that? To get deep enough into a, what's basically a, horse's leg and tear it off? It's a thing of beauty... I know what you're thinking though, it's not very pretty, and you're right. It's a disgrace to my art that I still have it." She took the blade to her anvil and broke it clean in half with a single swing of her hammer than dropped it into the forge, hilt and all."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>