In the south of Mulgore: The darkness around them was something the chieftain had never seen before. He shivvered in his saddle as the Dark Harpy Queen laughed and cawed at the Tauwahes predicament. Surrounded by undead gnolls and goblins, he felt a brief moment of tiredness. As if his age had finally caught up to him, in the most dire of moments. All seemed lost but luckily his tribe was not as concerned with the scenery as the Chieftain was. Maburo for some reason… Started to dance, and as Bokan began taunting the harpy Queen aswell, their misdirection gave Kahuli the oppertunity to get a few arrows straight into her wings. Taking away her ability of flight, and their kodos and battering was relentless, she did not stand a chance of the uncomming stampede. Within seconds they had broken loose and managed to escape to Bloodhoof.
In the north of Mulgore: They managed to climb out of one hell only to fall into another. They had barely dismounted in Bloodhoof, when they heard the warcries and calls for aid in the north. The chieftain felt none of his lack of streangth, or age this time, but only fury as someone was attacking around the entire realm of Mulgore. The Tauwahe charged mounted towards Thunder bluff. By the roadside, not far ahead they saw two shadowy figures fighting a group of travelling vulperas. None in the tribe hesitated, not for a moment. And as the giant kodos clashed into battle, the mighty Tauwahe riding them, the chieftain felt pride. Tho he had never seen his tribe in a fight like this before. He was now made confident that they were as strong as they ever needed to fight of any threat.
The two banshees were swiftly trampled and crushed between the tribe and the caravan. The chieftain offered his services to the vulperas. As they went back into the village, he heard the most disturbing news. This night was not the first time the undead, or dead had awoken in Mulgore. Many of the braves had been scattered around the area to fight them off. The peaceful plains of Mulgore, was now a inferno of undead, zombies, or awakened vile creatures whatever their name and masters origin. The chieftain pondered long and hard that night. His mind not able to rest.