You throw out wave after wave of holy magic at your foes, what seemed to be an endless sea of the undead, you had hoped that the massive earthquake that destroyed most of the lowlands had put a dent in their numbers, but alas, here they were, advancing on your homelands of Gilneas as readily as ever.
A large Worgen quickly ran up to you on all fours. "King Greymane has asked anyone with combat ability to fall back to the city, it seems the Forsaken have struck there, lead by this 'Banshee Queen' Sylvanis." he said, his voice a low growl. You were one of these wolf-people, or Worgen, yourself, wearing robes of blue and gold, bright white wings of light coming out of your shoulders, as well as a bright halo above your head. You were always a priest, and the Worgen curse was not enough to break your connection to the light, and because of this connection, you refused to let yourself fall to your feral instincts. You slammed your staff into the ground, emanating a wave of holy energy and ran with the messenger to the City of Gilneas.
It was a most unpleasant sight, building burning, a thick green miasma hanging over much of the city (You were careful to not breathe it in, previous encounters told you these "Forsaken" used this gas as a biological weapon.) Many corpses were strewn across the streets, human and worgen alike, all defenders of this city.
You dashed into the cathedral square and watched in horror as Sylvanas slurped down the feet of Prince Liam, King Greymane's son. "Your son was quite tasty, Greymane, I sure hope he enjoys digestion, I will make sure both his body and soul end up as a steamy pile in the Undercity Sewers." She laughs, as screaming and gurgling can be heard from her noisy gut.
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