The fires of the burning house that was the Vol’kar Legion has been reduced to smolders by now. The propaganda machines of the Banshee Queen run rampant as they try to paint an unsavory picture of the disgraced High Warlord and the traitorous Vol’kar Legion. Bounties have been set for several high-ranking members of the Legion, with the High Warlord earning a pretty penny of 50,000 gold pieces. Warlord Auhgag has his own price at 20,000, General Dolthar Blackfire at 35,000, and Shay Stormborn at 15,000. Other prices have yet to be set - but with such monuments pools promised to whoever finds them dead or alive (preferably dead) the hunt will surely begin.
For some, the hunt has already reached a terrifying conclusion.
Those who ventured with the late Admiral Rustcleaver continued their works in the southern reaches of Kalimdor, cursing the name of the Banshee Queen and seeking to sow unrest and discourse among her holdings. With settlements so far outside the sphere of Orgrimmar’s influence, their work was cut out for them and met with next to zero resistance. That doesn’t mean there wasn’t eyes. The spider has more than you and I.
Vengeance drives the heart of many. Honor drives many more. For few, the paths intertwine closely. You may be vengeful - and you may seek honor, but you are bound to say one is the reason for your actions, not both.
For Centurion Vathias Nightsun, there is no concrete answer.
With his cadre of soldiers loyal to Sylvanas Windrunner, the Centurion was promised a higher stature and ranking among his fellows - as well as a unit of his own if he hunted down his former brothers-and-sisters-in-arms. While those who served with him thought they knew him better, nobody knows the true answer. Nobody but Nightsun.
Late on the evening of August 16th, reports from inside Rustcleaver’s Raiders indicated that they were planning to move. Where this information came from, nobody knew. The Centurion’s forces descended in swift and devastating motion - inflicting pain on unprecedented scale on the weary rebels. Their long hours of marching weathered them, and this sudden ambush crushed their ranks. General Jarclair Richards and Neeza Highclaw both fell - quickly apprehended and captured by the battlemagus Trixxie Blastbomber. Ebon Knight Dra’zon lie nearly dead on the sands and Admiral Rustcleaver himself was suffering from his own wounds. All was not lost as he retrieved his “G.O.O.P.F.L.O.P.” and took those that he could to safety. Rebels Chak’Ga, Eranon Emberbrook, and Edero Steelfall fled deep within the Tanaris desert.
News of this capture will spread fast - faster than the bounties on anybody’s heads. The fact that one wing of the rebellion was shut down within a half-week of beginning. The shameful display of one of Orgrimmar’s “finest units” brought down by their own soldiers. The screams of the rebellion howled low and hollow this night. Even the Outlaws - so far flung from civilization - will hear of this bloody mess.
While it is uncertain those captured will remain for very long, the secured “safety” of the hideouts that the several groups claim will weaken tenfold in morale alone. The Blood War rages on, yet the War of Brothers and Sisters begins.
thank you.