Elena Cousland was not accustomed to transporting bodies, much less ones still living. As she steps out of the ruined temple and into the snowy crags of the Frostback she reflects on the previously unappreciated convenience of sticking someone with a sword and leaving them where they fall as she listens to the muffled protests and indignations of her bound, gagged lover behind her as she’s dragged across the snow, weakened by her defeat but no less incensed for the “desecration” she�

 The sun hung low in Drustvar. In most parts of Azeroth the receding of day filled the horizon with bursts of color, ripples and waves of pink and orange and purple as if heralding the approach of the White Lady. In the cursed spread of Drustvar it only led to the encroach of night, the waning light thinning and turning sallow, washing out the gnarled boughs of the trees as they twisted towards the sky, a disquieting filter that fit the witchlands of Kul’Tiras all too well. As the su