“We knew it was only a matter of time before we were issued order to ride out, most of us separately and scattered to the wind among other units. I pulled strings, and did what I must through some red tape magic to keep most of the rotters under the bones together as a unit for this assignment. As we have done for for years, we rallied in the ruins and from there received our shadow blessing. The blessing was granted to us by our War Priest, Grim. From there we rode, to face the horrors that awaited on a forward front in the field at Hammerfall. -#1971U”
“Horde Tavern Night was very much a standard affair, the goblin travel agency who hosts this monthly affair selected the World’s End Tavern for this month’s gathering. Initially the evening was going well, though it soon melted down into a series of disquieting events that ended in a murder suicide.
Tests on the food from the evening show that the food was tainted with fel magic. This food was fed to the masses, any who ate consumed it. More concerning was that the meat in particular was that of the flesh of the races of the Horde. Who is responsible for these actions remains unknown, though the murder suicide at Horde Tavern implies some connection.
A fresh recruit of the Nexus, bearing our tabard was responsible for the slaughter. Without warning, or being provoked, he lashed out and utterly eviserated a young elven woman from behind. The gory display horrifying for even veteran members of the Horde who bore witnessing the murder. The Forsaken responsible for the murder was quickly detained. Restrained he began screaming, proclaiming in a frenzy that his actions were my own orders, and thus the will of Forsaken High Command. He had no such orders. In his mad ravings he spoke of another figure head, of the Marshal and the promise of power.
I ordered his tabard stripped from him, Henry quickly and easily tore that tabard from him. That tabard is now of special interest, as it is now the only thing reamining of the Forsaken assassin. Shortly after having had the tabard torn from him, the Forsaken assassin blew up in a wave of emerald fire – seemingly a suicide, or not? A number of individuals were injured in the blast.
The tabard acquired from the assassin will soon be subject to arcane scrying in an attempt to learn more about this individual’s past.
Alarmingly, there was no soul for even our most talented of Necromancers to acquire. -Deathstalker Field Commander #1971U”
“We’ve conducted a briefing regarding a fresh insurance of Twilight Cult activity within our borders. -U”