Loredaeron has fallen! Grab the wounded and evacuate.” was the last thing she heard before the city went to hell and coupled with the screaming in the distance and clanging of the swords nearby, Adrian Cress guided his children out of the city, Odelle in tow and it was thanks to their cousin’s quick thinking that they had of gotten out at all. This last memory of her first beloved home stayed with her.
A lingering presence that felt so foreign but there was a large sense of belonging when Lordaeron was spoken about or recalled to the forefront and deepest recesses of her mind.
“You think too much. Your thoughts – a blurred mess.” the voice hissed out along her ear and staring into the mirror within her small apartment,...
.Greed.Pride.Wrath.
The horizon bled into an array of bloody pinks and aggressive reds which kissed the horizon with a tinge of deepening blue from the retreating night. Below the prattle of soldiers carried throughout the entirety of what was left of Brill. Buildings were demolished and what good wood was left was used to construct their assault towers. The Alliance assault decimated the small town in a matter of hours with little resistance from the main Horde forces setting up at the bulwark of the towering city a league or two ahead. The assault towers were in complete working order and nearest the very apex is where Ottavia sat high above with...