It was the late hours of the day. Most of my fellow dwarfs had long since hit the tavern to drink themselves to sleep. But tonight would not be a quiet night. Not by any means. In the area Dubbed the Hillsbrad Foothills, a mighty hord battalion was forming. The likes of which this little rouge has never seen. And then, it started. WIthin moments, the peaceful town of SouthShore turned into a blood bath.
The horde had made it to town! They were pilaging the very place where not to long ago, peaceful commerce was happening. The town was quickly getting nuked.
The alliance would not tolerate this action! Alliance members from all different races bound together and started to push the orcs, the undead, the tauren, and teh troll back. THis was no easy task by all means. Many died on BOTH sides.
The main horde attack force finally admitted defeat and retreated, leaving a few of their own soldiers behind.
All in all, this was a great victory for the alliance. We appeared to be slightly outnumbered, but it turned out not to matter! The battle is over, now its time to lick our wounds and dispose of the dead.
-From the eyes of THorick, lvl 30 rouge, Knight of Riskbreaker, Alliance.
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