The rumours would spread across Kalimdor like an inferno. Whispers of war, and a new frontline in a conflict that nobody saw coming. There has been talk of fights yet remaining in the aftermath of the Blood War, but who could have known when or where aggression would manifest itself precisely…
It would have promised to be an ordinary day in Feralas… Until the sound of heavy, flapping wings was meant to betray this peace. These wings announced the arrival of airborne riders, Zandalari mounted on pterrordaxes, the beasts’ talons clutched onto small bombs. Armed with bolas and javelins the Zandalari viciously assaulted Feathermoon Stronghold. The Battle for Feralas had begun!
Dispersing all too quickly, these riders were but the beginning of something terrible… It was in that moment, that the attentive eye staring out into the nocturnal sea could spot the flames. Small fires shimmering through the distant mists, revealing the flickering shape of something massive. A Zandalari warship sailing down the Forgotten Coast, the Will of Dazar- ship of the ruthless Dazari Host!
A loud, sizzling noise rushed toward Feathermoon Stronghold mere moments after the warship had been spotted through the mists. A sound that revealed itself as the true horror it was, the moment an overwhelmingly crashing sound rang through the stronghold- four enchanted ballista bolts! A blaze spreading from the areas of impact, forcing Feralas’ defenders to action.
It would be in the heat, and the sudden nature of this assault that the Zandalari forces made landfall. Lead by the cruel Warbringer Khag’maku the invaders fell upon the stalwart Kaldorei defenders like a predator catching its prey, there was no mercy granted on either side of the battlefield. Their defenses put to the test of steel and magic further by the orcish warlord Xul’shak and his warband known as Orgrim’s Chosen assaulting from the North, it were the Veil of the Eclipse and the Kal Delar to rally the defenders of Feathermoon and make a stand. The Kaldorei were determined not to witness defeat in their own lands ever again!
This night of carnage raged on and on, until at long last the Zandalari and their Horde allies found themselves pushed toward the edge of Feralas’ forests, the Will of Dazar forced to retreat into safe waters by the constant bombardment of Feathermoon’s glaive throwers. But it wasn’t until the arrival of Dialythe of the Veil that the fighting truly found its end. Fighting in unity the Kaldorei descended upon their foes, near breaking their ranks on the spot. The last that could be witnessed of Feralas’ invaders on this day was a retreat into the deeper forest, but would this truly mean the end of this incursion or merely its dawn?
I will end this post with a huge shout-out to the Veil of the Eclipse, the Kal Delar, the Court of Dawn, the Orgrim’s Chosen, and ofc my own people in The First Empire for being a part of this evening. Each and every single one of you had a hand in making this evening as uniquely enjoyable as it could possibly have been. Thank you!
Feralas has just become a battlefield, and I can ensure everyone reading this that the Zandalari have not yet had their share. 
Honestly we just happened to travel to Feralas for a relaxing week that day and found a battle going on. RP is weird that way. Again our thanks for organizing this.
