“The fourth annual Tournament of Thorns was well attended and provided the Horde a much needed distraction.”
(OOC: Happy 4 year anniversary UCN!)
“As we sat about grouching over recent affairs the lot of us came to understand that we sound like old men sitting on a porch. The recent elven conflict in Suramar has reminded the lot of us that we have little tolerance for the antics of the living and their desire to get their collective ‘dicks wet’ as one rotter put it. Still, politics are politics. -U”
“After returning to the Undercity I began to research the tabards and markings of the humans who ambushed our blight wagon convoy. Much to our mixed delight and disgust it was discovered that the group did not belong to the Alliance and were members of the so called Alterac nation. All bets are off. With that knowledge we made haste to get our bodies repaired and returned to the field to track down the injured men and women and ambush them as they were recouping.
We were kind enough to knock on their door before entering into the fray. By knocking on their door I mean we deployed a ‘bombie’ – a freshly dead Alterac human who we gutted, stuffed full of glass, waste, and rotten mean, and armed as an explosive. Said bombie was sent walking their way, begging for help…a calling card few can ignore. -U”
“In light of recent mission failures we have been given more menial tasks to attend to. Our primary operations will now be centered around assisting with supply runs, and escorts through the Broken Isles through hostile settings. Though we certainly expected the Legion to pose a pressing threat, we were equally prepared to address the Alliance. Our first escort deployment was a blight wagon, which was destined to resupply troops at a Warden’s Tower. It was upon the final stretch of our escort ride were we ambushed…
The confrontation itself was bloody, with the Nexus giving nothing easily as we fought to the bitter end and spilled much blood. The fighting itself drew to a stalemate as the Alliance refused to back down leaving us with the option of mutual destruction, or surrender. We opted to blow up the blight wagon, and take out as many of our attackers as possible.”
The Undercity Nexus has been given a new assignment in the darkest depths of Stormheim. In recent weeks, there have been raids on coastal outposts, Forsaken camps laid to waste, ransacked, crews missing. At first it was thought the Gilnean menace were up to no good- but the true culprit has revealed itself.
The mists roll in, and when it leaves- they take everything. It is the workings of the kvaldir, the accursed Helarjar… and we are tasked with going against them, stopping them in their tracks- and recovering our stolen ships.
The biggest concern is the haunting toll of a mariner’s bell..
((Our new campaign, Beware the Kvaldir, is in full swing! See the guild calendar for more information, or visit the forums for the campaign post!))