New Avalon

The God’s work is never ending.
The world must be remade in His image.
Born anew.
Resurrected.

We've begun to pull out. The Scarlets' armies from the west are in the midst of arriving to defend what's left of New Avalon. Their numbers are ... The Lich King himself is providing our forces with some of his Frostblood wyrms in order to bring them all down. Things must be getting heavy around here.

I can see them beginning to appear over the northern ramparts of the fortified town as we hold out in the captured tavern in the south. One of the commanders has opened a portal back to Acherus itself, and all of us left here begin to file through one by one.

We're a bit too late to take part in the rain of icy death being visited upon those who seek to defend the town, but we will have our own chances at glory, oh yes... Light's Hope Chapel lies around the mountain range to the west, and it is next in our Lord's sights. Those of us still here are making our final preparations before the command to ride is given.

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On arriving at our makeshift command post on the south side of New Avalon, I learn that until only very recently, the Scarlets had been holding one of our own for interrogation. Burning fury fills me, and with nothing in sight to let it out on I can't do much but pace back and forth while my superiors handle the logistics of running an operation of this size right in the middle of our enemy's backyard. I don't have to wait long to find an outlet as the human man called Thassarian directs me to the west. The Scarlets' local chapel lies there, and an entire company of our finest have been sent there to sack the place and bring back any of our bretheren who might still be in the Scarlets' hands.

By the time I get there I discover that I am too late; the rest of the unit had already gone ahead and swept the chapel, finding none of our brothers within.

Knight Commander Plaguefist has some interesting news for me, though.

(( I'm placing most of this one below-cut, cause it's kinda gory and involves braaaiiiiiins. Then again, when your class pet is a GHOUL... maybe it shouldn't surprise so much. ))

I have a ghoul. A ghoul of my very own.

Before leaving Acherus for Death's Breach I had an instructional session with Lady Alistra and her disciples that went over the finer details of raising the corpses of the fallen to do one's bidding. The practice bodies she had brought out for us weren't the most stellar examples of what a proper shambling minion should be; the ghouls had been reanimated and then dispelled again so many times by now that the effects were clearly visible. While it's usual for ghouls to be on the dense side, these ones were a little ... special.

She encouraged us to practice some more with fresher corpses once we were back on the ground, and around northern New Avalon fresh bodies are never in short supply.

We're in the streets of New Avalon. Screams of pain, anguish and sorrow fill the skies as the forces of the Lich King sweep down on the northern reaches of the town, leaving a bloody wake strewn with the bodies of Scarlet fighters and civilians alike. I'm standing in the midst of a street largely cleared of opposition forces; those that remain are either corpses or risen again to serve our cause in undeath.

I'm holding a man, almost bear-hugging him to keep him from moving. He's dressed in the full battle garb of the Scarlet Crusade and struggles to escape, spewing pointless bravado all the while. His back is against my chest-plate and I'm staring at the backside of his head as he tries to slip free. Not that it'll work; he's ours now.

The forces of Acherus have been set loose upon the world. An unstoppable tide of death and destruction rolls across the Scarlet lands, leaving behind us bloodied grounds and trails of corpses - sometimes in one piece, sometimes not. Ghouls and geists arrive behind us to 'clean up' the fields of battle, carting away the bodies so that they too shall join in the upcoming fights against their own bretheren.

My brothers and sisters and I have gathered together to prepare for our next push. Havenshire lies in ruins behind us, set ablaze. I am proud to have taken part in its destruction alongside the armies of our Lord; humans, elves, tauren, orcs, gnomes... Enemies in another life, perhaps, but we are all united with a common goal now. The Lich King is an equal-opportunity employer, after all.