“Much to our dismay, one of our own has been compromised. For the entire duration of our campaign, if not longer Mauveitte has been under the grips of a banshee, possessed and not of her own free will. We will have to perform an exorcism later. The venture into the base of the Cultists was no small task, and left most of us bloodied and unable to advance without first falling back to repair and mend. After securing the teleporter, we sent bombs in advance of us to clear the way and then ventures into the necropolis. Much of the Cult had fled our advance, clearing out and leaving behind a tangled mess and last ditch effort defenses. Where they fled to we do not know, but everything indicates a return to Azeroth.
Lady Larrendias seeks an audience, with pressing news about the Argent Crusade. -U”
Riding out, we knew we faced staggering odds. Many of us made plans for in the event of capture, to find a quick death through suicide rather than endure the Cult’s experiments or worse.
The teleporter into the necropolis was guarded. Scourge and Cultist abominations are horrors we are very familure with on the battlefield, even so these beasts tore us apart. The living among us fared poorly, and we suspect will soon gravely ill after being subject to the abominations vomit, and plague sprays.
Inside the necropolis proper we found the twisted halls largely deserted, the Cutlists having fled in advance. Their retreat was hasty, and various materials were left behind, as well as test subjects, and other twisted creations.
Pressing forward, we cleaned out the necropolis of the remaining constructs and experiments, collecting any material we could find that they left in their wake.