Bess Blackhoof

The putrid stench of blight and formaldehyde crept across the battlefield. With a roar, the massive glowing bear charged at her undead foes, unlikely companions mere steps behind her. Chunks of rotten fetid flesh were sent flying through the air by her rending claws while brittle bones snapped between her jaws. The druid shifted to her natural form, that of a 9 foot tall minotaur, just long enough to shout to her companions, before shifting into a giant golden eagle and taking to the air to scout for wounded allies. Zigzagging across the field, her sharp eyes caught sight of a human about to be torn asunder by a jagged axe wielded by a troll missing half his torso, but as she dove a poisoned arrow found its mark. The druid fell,...

The Azarite War Machine swept across the field, destroying the siege towers as Anduin Wrynn, boy-king of the Alliance, in his glistening armor lead the march from atop his grand warhorse with that wolf ever at his side.

“Prepare the blight! Let it rain down upon their armies!” Sylvanas Windrunner ordered from her place on the wall.

“There must be another way, Warchief,” Saurfang objected.

The Dark Lady turned away. “This is no time for sentiment, High Overlord. War demands that we take a more direct approach.”

Bess could not believe her ears. Their own forces were down there! This was madness! She looked to Saurfang with questioning eyes, and the old orc turned to the druid. “I don't care what you have to do, get as...

“You can kill us... but you cannot kill hope.”

“Can't I?” Sylvanas turned back to the other leaders of the invasion force. “Burn it... Burn it!”

Bess immediately knew something was wrong. Up to this point, they had been going out of their way to not harm innocents - Saurfang's orders - but now the Dark Lady was ordering them to destroy the very city they were trying to capture. Had she gone mad? “Warchief...?”

The Forsaken loaded the catapults and lit the firebrands. Bess' eyes darted from Sylvanas to the High Warlord, who was definitely displeased but dared not speak against his Warchief while she was in a mood. Bess growled and ran toward the shore as the first catapult launched, leaping into the air and...