The ship creaked as it slid through the water towards the most recently located island. Flynn Fairwind had given the trio instructions to gather more Azerite to help power the Alliance warfront versus the accursed Horde, and that's what they were here to do. Gerril Softpaws, the large black-furred worgen, stretched and let out a large yawn as he checked his potions and equipment. To one side, the night elf huntress Mishianna 'Mishi' was bending and stringing her bow. A gray-furred wolf snoozed o
Island Expeditions
By: ouphe
