Athelar stood, surveying the staging grounds at the rear gates of Orgrimmar. Engines rumbled and roared, spewing black smoke into the air as men and women shouted back and forth, trying their best to be heard over the cacophony of the mobilization of siege weapons, medical supplies, equipment and all the other materials required to battle the enemy, dig in, and embed in hostile territory.
For days now, the appointed Marshal of the Coalition’s Allied Forces had worked tirelessly to ensure the logistics of the Coalition’s offensive into Azshara went smoothly. It hadn’t, but his efforts had overcome the obstacles that had arisen and forced the success of the mission.
Now, all along the roadway leading to the rear gates of Orgrimmar, were lines of siege vehicles. Horde-made demolishers and catapults, personnel carriers and supply wagons. Logistics officers moved this way and that, clipboards in hand, verifying manifests and doing inventory on supplies.
With the storms continuing to rage and ravage the coasts, much of the mobilization had been cobbled together from various Horde and friendly outposts over Kalimdor. Demolishers moved from the Barrens and Ashenvale, traveling over dusty roads. Argent supplies shipped down from the Everlook in Winterspring, tapping into the stockpiles there established in the times of the Argent Dawn. Wagons piece-mealed together from whatever broken down carriage Marshal Valaryon and his men could find.
Every step of assembling this offensive had been a struggle requiring ingenuity and improvisation, blood and sweat shed for every inch claimed, pushing forwards the prepare for the battles to come.
And now, the heavily armoured Argent sin’dorei stood in silent observation, his lone eye roaming over the working being completed.
He had done everything he could to prepare.
Now it would depend on the tenacity of the soldiers beneath his and High Warlord Ranstrom’s command, guided by the wisdom and mad genius of Shan’do Silverstream.
Athelar’s jaw tensed and he cast his gaze towards the rear gates, looking beyond, out into Azshara as lightning arced across a sky made black by the unnatural storms that had strangled Kalimdor’s supply lines and forced Orgrimmar to its knees. He knew out in the ruins, the Naga were forming in massive numbers, readying themselves for their offensive.
An overwhelming force, to strike at the Horde and attempt to pierce its heart.
To finish the job that the storms had started.
To end them all.
“… Not without a g—amn fight first.”
HOMEFRONT: BATTLE OF THE BILGE
In-Character Ride Out tomorrow at 8PM Server Time!
Meeting at the Barracks for speeches and a ride through the city before heading into Azshara by way of the Rear Gates of Orgrimmar!
