Culling's Genesis aka The Future..has Just Begun

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Within the hallowed halls of Silvermoon, she laid eyes upon her trainee with disdain. Wearing a mace that healers would wield, and a shield, Agita stood at the auctioneers making a purchase of some sort. She just so happened to look away for a brief second to Irihapeti, who snapped her finger but once. She immediately ceased all she did or thought to do and ran right to the tall woman.

"Pathetic. What are you, a healer of some sort?"

"Well, I was making a pur-"

"That doesn't matter now. If you're going to be mine to command, you must learn how to better wield weapons of war, as well as pick the -right- weapon." She replied with annoyance. "Go. Hillsbrad Foothills. Now."

At once, the two rode on gryphons hard to the Undercity, where they arrived by early morning. Moving south, they found themselves on the outskirts of Southshore. Iri did not unsheath her weapon as she approached the guards.

*Somewhere within the Eastern Plaguelands men and women were dying. Their eyes wide in betrayal and horror, disbelief even. A singing blade with no mercy cut down both man, orc, dwarf, gnome, whatever donned those colors.*

"Look at you, child, the would-be wielder of souls...you cannot fathom the power that lies at my command!"

The woman ignored the deep voice rumbling in the front of her mind as she froze several of the Dawn in place, their faces sealing in the horror of one rogue Ebonite slicing through their marrow.

"You desire to serve Azeroth by ridding it of the Scourge. You do fine, but you cater to the Alliance. You are not true members of the Horde. MY Horde. Good bye, traitor."

With those words, a howling wind of plague and frost froze a cadre of Orcish calvarywomen and shattered them in place.