Upon the platform town of Telredor, in Zangamarsh, the local inkeeper wash sweeping the doorstep to the Telredor Reststop, as a human warrior hearthed in. The Inkeeper was just about to turn and go back inside, to attend to the human, when she glanced upwards towards the sky, noticing a strange looking flock of birds sillouhetted against the outland's aurora sky. Then, the flock of dark shadows began to grow, placing a series of shadows on the ground, growing, forming, into a strangely familiar shape. As the innkeeper shaded her eyes, trying to make out what it was descending from the sky, a few other dranei noticed, following her gaze, looking up to see what she was looking at.<br/>Then, the realisation hit one of them, a Dranei soldier on guard duty.<br/>"WYVERNS!" the dranei yelled at the top of his voice, and everyone in Telredor froze instantly. A moment or two passed, seeming to drag on forever, before a wild shriek broke the reverie of the locals, the shriek of a black wyvern. Then, the pause shattered, the citizens of Telredor began to run around in a panic, screaming, while the guards ran around, preparing themselves for the impending attack. Half of the guards had pulled out their weapons, the other half still running around grasping weapons and pulling on armour, when Tzain and his Wyvern struck, hitting a Dranei Archer who had clambered on top of a building, trying to fix an aim on one of the attackers. Tzain cackled in triumph, as Wyverns claw and Forsaken's blade struck the guard with full force, sending a shower of blood and bone spraying across the village, as the limp corpse of the archer toppled off the platform, falling to the ground below. The battle had been joined, as the raiders descended upon Telredor.