Harbinger’s Soliloquy
I’d love to stick around the Hall and do some more work
Signing off reports takes my mind off the hurt
But the hour grows late and the Queen calls
And there’s a lot to do, before the end of all.There’s roads left to travel and enemies to slay
Posters to burn, and soldiers to sway
Traitors to kill, and others to spare
While some groups yet I have to strip bare…
Red dust from the plains below settled on the armour of the Forsaken Serjeant, dusted off by a his claw-like hand. It was not the first time Lawson had seen Durotar from the ramparts like this. In the far distance, he could make out Alliance banners erected around Razor Hill, smoke and ash rising from the settlement. A near perfect parallel to Brill, excusing the vast difference in landscape.
More red dust kicked up as the Alliance and traitor forces lined up outside the gates. They were in shambles, barely any military structure. Orcs, Trolls, Tauren, Blood Elves, Nightborne, and every race under an Alliance banner. It disgusted him… how could they betray the Horde like this? He knew what must be done.