An unusual gathering...

[Jeroabem/Sabrianica]

The night is cold and quiet after the storm had passed. Animals and demons alike have sought shelter and have yet to emerge. You are certain that the Scarlet Commander is still hot on your trail, and very well he should be after you have completed the task that Fordring sent you into Stratholme to complete.

You are so busy looking and listening for signs of pursuit that you never noticed the lithe undead woman step out of the bushes until the tip of her daggers are pressing against your throat.

"Who are you and exactly where do you think you are going" she hisses. Pressure on your throat causes you to gasp in pain a little.

"Sab...stop. You no kill dat dere. Bring to others at fire." The hunter, an Orc, obviously just saved your life, but he doesn't lower the bow, and you get the feeling that his wolf is eyeing you not as a threat, but as a meal.

The two lead you to a small campsite where the most odd collection of horde sits around a fire. There is a pair of undead females, one a mage from the fire she keeps throwing at the bonfire, and the other a Warlock. Her smile doesn't reassure you any, and somehow, that makes her smile even more. Sitting across from them is a massive Orc. From his garb you guess that he must be a Shaman. He looks up at you, then at the hunter and smiles.

"Sit traveller, and tell of your journey. How is it that this (pointing to the hunter) inexperieced, muddy footed brother of mine and that (points at the undead who you stumbled into) Rogue managed to so easily capture you."

The fire is warming, and there is security in numbers. You begin to doubt whether the crusade would tempt fate against this group and so you sit. Hours pass as you regale them with your exploits inside the Hearthglen. Laughter and menacing glances pass back and forth. In time, they introduce themselves to you.

Opfern, the Warlock. Formerly of Darrowshire. She was recently freed from slavery to the lich king and now continues her studies into the necrotic and demonic in undeath.

Relsieh, the Mage. Also formerly of Darrowshire. She was a student in Dalaran prior to it's destruction at the beginning of the third war. She escaped the Lich King but fell to the plague in Brill. The Royal Apothecary Society was able to prevent her complete turning to the Lich King, but not to save her from undeath.

Sabrianica, the Rogue. Formerly of Stratholme. She was a ne'er-do-well who roamed the streets. She died in the onslaught that levelled the town, but was reborn. It was possibly her stubborness in life that gave her free will in undeath. She followed the trail of the undead into Brill and Deathknell before being contacted by the Deathstalkers for work in service to the queen, Sylvanas. She now relishes in her work and looks forward to her return to Stratholme.

Jeroabem, the Shaman. Born in Razor Hill he is haunted by visions that he has now confirmed of the Black Dragonflight out of Blackrock Spire. He has travelled far and wide and seen many wonders and evils. His work carries him into the core where he hopes to unlock the secret that keeps the dwarves there strong while he attempts to gain access to the citadel of Nefarian.

Runamuck, the Hunter. Also born in Razor Hill, the younger brother of Jeroabem has long had an independent streak that irritates his older brother. Given the nickname for his constantly muddy feet, Runamuck has just begun his journey.

(NOT PICTURED YET) Bradius Stormbringer of Orgrimmar. A warrior, born to a warrior family and orphaned when Quillbacks raided the Crossroads.

(TO BE CONTINUED)