The cold, merciless wind of Northrend howls across the battlements of Warsong Hold. Several figures huddle in the darkened night around a flaming brazier. Drinking up every ounce of warmth that the inadequate flame can produce.
"So, wut do yous tink about dah Garrosh coming back frum Icecrown tuday? A burly orc warrior in menacing armor says. His red tabard flapping in the icy wind.
Another warrior, this one a female, dressed in thick hides adored with spiky metal studs look at her fellow guardsman and rolls her eyes
"Isn't it obvius? I thout even ah kodohead like yerself would figur eet out. Dah Lichking is ded! Weer all goin home soon!"
The burly orc scoffs loudly, his hot breath rising like a vapor cloud into the night sky.
"Yew may be be-youtyful Anga but you sur ar stoopid sometimz. Har har!! Dah Lick King cant beh killd. Dats why heez dah king of dah undead!!
The orc woman glares balefully at the guardsman. A low growl rising up in her throat.
Off in the distance, the familiar sound of the zepplin motor cuts through the frosty night.
"Sumone should make yah eat yer tusks Morgut!!" The woman hisses.
"Haha!! is dat gonna be you yah lousy git? I dunt tink so! Ya coldnt even raize a welp on my hide yah old hag!!
Morgut turns in disgust and look about the icy platform at the collection of vigilant yet miserable guardsmen. The rattle of the nearby elevator chain breaks the tension.
"If yah didunt have such a thik skull yah mite see dat Garrosh haz been down in dah hall celibratin and laffin. Weez goin home soon an yew dont wanna admeet it!!"
The loud horn of the goblin zepplin sends a shudder through all the chilly guardsman as the bloated skyship enters the docking area of the massive fortress below.
The orc guardsman turns and spits as he leers at the tauren wind rider master standing nearby. His glob of phlem and spit turning to ice before it hits the platform.
"If dats tru den why hasnt he told anywon yet? And why didunt Saurfang come bak wit ehm?
"I heard that Saurfang found his son in Icecrown, and that the Lichking had changed him. The pathetic old orc had to kill his own beloved son." says another nearby guardsman, this one a Forsaken.
"Ey shoult break yer rotten back fer talkin about Saurfang like dat. He's a hero! Yah festering whelp!" The burly orc says with a growl. "As fer you... Imma gonna make sur yah never get home! Dunno wut yer all fired up tah leave for, yer weedy husbands prolly ran off wit some troll wench!! Harhar!!"
With a loud clatter the sword and shield of Anga hit the floor and she leaps forward like a vicious lioness at the guard corporal. With vengence and rage fuelled strength she wrenches him off his feet and slams him into the battlements. Morgut's massive axe falls from his grip and skitters across the platform, falling down the shaft of the nearby elevator lift.
The startled corporal rises to his feet and lunges at the defiant orc woman with a growl. The pair lock in mortal combat pulling and wrestling with one another.
The half a dozen guardsman scurry across the platform, not to stop the fight, but to watch every bloody detail of the attempted coup. Anything to break of the monotony of the endless frozen night.
"Stop it you two!!" Turida Coldwind, the Tauren Wind Rider Master barks out.
Morgut deftly slams the defiant woman onto her back and straddles her to hold her down.
"I'm gonna give dat purty face of yers a nasty scar tah teech you a lessun!!"
The Corporal slams his fist into Anga's face, knocking her leather helmet off her head. Then again, snapping one of her tusks and sending a shower of blood across the deck.
The woman tries in vain to push him off of her, but another flurry of fists into her head knocks her senseless.
With wide-eyed abandon Morgut continues to pummel the helpless guardsman. Savoring the lucious feeling of battle, of taking something that is beautiful and turning it into a bloody pulp.
Suddenly, out of the frosty night sky a massive shape falls onto the deck. Its black oily fur contrasting with the icy wooden planks of the platform. The creature slams into the crowd of unsuspecting guardsmen with a terrifying howl. In an instant steely claws and ripping fangs tears through armor, sending a spray of blood into the night.
Morgut lifts himself off the prone woman and stares wide-eyed for a moment at the nightmare that is tearing into his guardsmen. It looks vaguely like a black lion with bloody horns jutting from its head. He has seen plenty of tauren druids in his time, but somehow this one is larger, with malevolent yellow eyes, filled with a sort of madness.
The creature sinks his fangs into the belly of the Forsaken guard, and then with its claws it tears the poor rotten bastard in two. One of the guards manages to draw his sword and take of swipe at the lion, but the creature deftly ducks out of the way and leaps on the guardsman in return, knocking him to the floor and mauling him like a ragdoll.
Morgut suddenly comes to his senses and grabs Anga's nearby sword. He then turns to the wind rider master.
"Turida!! Climb on yer wyvern and go git some elp!! Tellum to raise dah alarm, weez under attack!!"
The horrified tauren shakes her head and leaps on the back of her nearby flying mount. The addled wyvern, shaken by the smell of blood and the sounds of fighting, leaps clumsily into the night sky.
Morgut turns to see the last guardsman finished off by the monsterous, insane druid. He steels himself for battle, gripping his sword tightly.
"Aye am Morgut Spineripper!! Corporal of dah Warsong Battleguard an da veteran of da Great War! Ey surviv'd dread lords, I suffer'd at dah hands of the alliance, and I fougt my way into dis icy land. All deese tings I survived... and I weell come ta victery ova you!"
The yellow-eyed sable lion licks the gore off it's fangs as it turns to face the corporal. It moves with cat like grace towards him, ready to pounce. Suddenly it's muscles tense up, Morgut braces himself for the inevitable clash.
"Who dares to interrupt my celebration!!" Garrosh Hellscream bellows as the lift rises to the top of the platform. With him are several heavily armored guards.
Morgut breathes a sigh of relief.
