The
warrior slumped in his seat at the tavern. The Pig and Whistle was
unusually quiet tonight. With the warfront now spreading from not
only island to island, but all over Kalimdor, most of the usual
muscle had been shipped out in their thickest armor. At this hour,
any decent person would be at home, trying their best to cope with
their fear or grief.
Trying
times, the sort that drive a man to drink. A man like Dhar. He was
born near Stormwind, always saw the great city as a wonderful symbol

June
18th, 2120

Subject
G11 Log
Entry
20

My
name is Herbert Sheltz. I am continuing the research of my colleague
on this day, following his unfortunate accident. I have been
debriefed on procedures and processes up to present on this
experiment, and I am eager at the opportunity to be a part of such a
brilliant design. Tomorrow, I resume where the experiment was left
off.



June
30th, 2120

Subject
G11 Log
Entry
23

I
witnessed my first positive result. The G11 substance reacted to

Young
Jessica awoke in her bed, this cold morning. Her village was quiet
as the sun slowly climbed to its proper place in the sky. Jessica’s
morning routine was normally helping her father in the fields,
collecting carrots or tomatoes to be shipped off to the King’s
kitchen, but today was not a normal day.

Her
father didn’t seem to miss her presence as Jessica’s head turned
out to the window. From her bed, the world looked so peaceful.
Farmhands slowly filled the scene and went on