From the Desk of Baron Bendricus Volheim, Lord of Cragreach

“From the Desk of Baron Bendricus Volheim, Lord of Cragreach,

Report Number 29-4 

A few days prior, one of the militia, while on patrol, came upon an anomaly in the forests near the old Balnir Farmstead. When going to investigate, they were subsequently set upon by a strange force, one that, for a time, had control of her mental faculties. After a span of time, estimated at five hours, they recovered, and fled from the area, reporting back to Ambermill…

This evening, a force was dispatched, consisting of nearly a dozen militia members, including a Deathstalker, a trio of adherents of the Cult, and soldiers of the Deathguard, including myself. When our force entered the area of engagement, we were immediately beset upon by void horrors, creatures that reached out from portals, and set about to snare our forces, all to drag them into said portals. After some heavy fighting, the militia dispatched the creatures and moved onward. A note that, at this point, during the struggle, a horse rode past, alerting us to the presence of Scarlets in the area.

The speculation of their presence was soon confirmed, as, when our forces reached the perimeter of the farm, swarms of mindless undead, some clearly void corrupted, ambushed the Forsaken forces, who, by the efforts of the shadow adherents, had their wounds tended to just moments prior. The mindless undead were slain with ease. Through the undead, and, a trio of… undead horses that have become addicted to undead flesh, the militia soon reached the center of the farmstead. The field before the barn was covered in half-eaten and dismembered corpses, bearing Forsaken, Argent and Scarlet tabards and armor.

As the militia forces sought to check the corpses, a pair of strange figures appeared from the barn. The first, an angelic figure, one that, if one had a pulse, would have found quite desirable, sang a hauntingly beautiful song. The song sent whispers into our minds, causing us great fear and trepidation, as the other figure, a void-corrupted Dark Ranger, assaulted our ranks, and, while injuries and damage mounted, our forces soon prevailed, the marksman Orion landing a mortal blow upon the Ranger.

With the remaining void forces destroyed, the Scarlets, who were fighting the same forces on the northern edge of the farm, soon sought combat, and, despite our best efforts, managed to force us from the area, denying us the valuable resources in body parts and supplies. “