The streets of Stormwind were rarely still at night. Carousing in the taverns went on until the wee hours of the morn. The Watch making their rounds, inspecting any suspicious sight, sound and smell. The Dwarven District's anvil rang throughout the night, as the district's namesakes were used to producing at all hours in their home city, untouched by sun or moon.
Timeus rubbed his eyes as he sat at his desk in the Command Center. The office had once been a tidy affair, everything in its place during Ehlina's tenure as High Guard of the Pillar of Honor. Nevermind that place was often in the waste basket...
He stared down at the pile of tomes arrayed across the desk. A good dozen of them and numerous loose pages of notes, all needing to be translated. Given the thickness of the tomes, even one would have been a serious undertaking for a seasoned scribe. Hopefully the end result would be worth it, considering the events that had been put into motion the past few weeks.
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Several weeks ago, the War Council had assaulted the Sludge Fields in Hillsbrad after a disasterous attempt at Krom'gar Fortress in the Stonetalon Mountains. Targeted at Tyrynna's suggestion for reports of war atrocities, the assault had gone poorly. Dedicated defenders met them on the field of battle, ending the attack barely after it had begun. Tyrynna, having been chosen to lead the attack that day, decided to shift the focus of the attack.
The majority of the raiding force pressed forward with the attack, decimating the machines and soldiers that were used to spread the Forsaken Plague. Meanwhile, Timeus and the paladin Jeremias used the distraction to steal away to another building within the compound. Therein, they found what looked like a laboratory. No guards were present, likely drawn away by the other Alliance forces. They began to procure as many books and papers as they could grab and fit into their bags. Even after Jeremias had left the building, Timeus still kept trying to stuff more books into his pack. When he finally left the building, reinforcements had arrived and were pushing back the Alliance.
Before he fled the grounds, Timeus noted one particular Forsaken. He wore the colors of the Royal Apothacary Society but otherwise, did not recognize him. The guards he was directing, however, he did.
Wearing gas masks and metal tanks with sprayers in hand, they were starting to advance on the Alliance forces. Yet unseen by his own comrades, they meant to use the plague on the assault force. With a quick incantation, fire burst from the ground to envelope the first group of Forsaken, sending them into a panic. The Apothecary saw Timeus and cursed at him but could not get past the rising flames and writhing bodies of his men to mount an assault on the fleeing gnome.
Upon his return to Stormwind, he had turned over the books but had yet to hear if they yielded any results. It worried him that there seemed to be no word on what became of them, let alone their contents.
Timeus rubbed his eyes as he sat at his desk in the Command Center. The office had once been a tidy affair, everything in its place during Ehlina's tenure as High Guard of the Pillar of Honor. Nevermind that place was often in the waste basket...
He stared down at the pile of tomes arrayed across the desk. A good dozen of them and numerous loose pages of notes, all needing to be translated. Given the thickness of the tomes, even one would have been a serious undertaking for a seasoned scribe. Hopefully the end result would be worth it, considering the events that had been put into motion the past few weeks.
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Several weeks ago, the War Council had assaulted the Sludge Fields in Hillsbrad after a disasterous attempt at Krom'gar Fortress in the Stonetalon Mountains. Targeted at Tyrynna's suggestion for reports of war atrocities, the assault had gone poorly. Dedicated defenders met them on the field of battle, ending the attack barely after it had begun. Tyrynna, having been chosen to lead the attack that day, decided to shift the focus of the attack.
The majority of the raiding force pressed forward with the attack, decimating the machines and soldiers that were used to spread the Forsaken Plague. Meanwhile, Timeus and the paladin Jeremias used the distraction to steal away to another building within the compound. Therein, they found what looked like a laboratory. No guards were present, likely drawn away by the other Alliance forces. They began to procure as many books and papers as they could grab and fit into their bags. Even after Jeremias had left the building, Timeus still kept trying to stuff more books into his pack. When he finally left the building, reinforcements had arrived and were pushing back the Alliance.
Before he fled the grounds, Timeus noted one particular Forsaken. He wore the colors of the Royal Apothacary Society but otherwise, did not recognize him. The guards he was directing, however, he did.
Wearing gas masks and metal tanks with sprayers in hand, they were starting to advance on the Alliance forces. Yet unseen by his own comrades, they meant to use the plague on the assault force. With a quick incantation, fire burst from the ground to envelope the first group of Forsaken, sending them into a panic. The Apothecary saw Timeus and cursed at him but could not get past the rising flames and writhing bodies of his men to mount an assault on the fleeing gnome.
Upon his return to Stormwind, he had turned over the books but had yet to hear if they yielded any results. It worried him that there seemed to be no word on what became of them, let alone their contents.
