Maube grimaced... the powerful magiks at work were interrupting her studies. With a sad heart, she knew that these magiks were to change her life... for good or ill was yet to be seen.
Muttering an incantation, Maube found herself close to the Dark Portal, watching the one Orc who gave her a chance. The one Orc who gave her a home, who taught her beyond the Horror stories of the Horde. She who was once a bitter enemy, when she was alive, was filled with a purpose thanks to this powerful Orc. Now he was leaving, to return to his people's ancestreal home.
Biting her lip, Maube watched the ritual. Sorrow she had not felt since her rise to the Forsakken, Maube watched. Hands hidden within the folds of her robe. A gust of wind came, and Maube lifted her hands, letting the scrap of parchment flutter from her bloodless fingers.
Upon it scrawled, in her elegant handwriting, "Your Legacy is among us still. The Skullcrushers will find you. For Honor and Glory"
Maube watched the parchment as it rode the wind's current to the gathering at the portal. Startled, she touched her fingers to her cheeks. A dampness rested on her cold flesh... tears she never expected to shed again...