The Winter Veil festivities had come and gone. With the new year, much was to change for the Skullcrushers. Most obvious was the accord with Warchief Thrall's decree to accept some new Sin'dori allies and the reopening of the Black Portal for all.
Volonazra had returned to Azeroth and been rejuvenated. Volonazra relayed all his findings and knowledge of Outland to the clan. Plans were now being made, and preparations were underway for another long campaign for the Skullcrushers.
The journey to Outland had strengthened Vol's control over both shadow and the spirits. However, it also gave rise to that old rage within him. The home he dreamed was in some way preserved was not to be found. Corruption and the Legion's taint had spread everywhere. The Cenarians, and others, made their attempts to cleanse and heal the land for certain but, he felt that it was a futile struggle. Draenor, was no more. Only Outland existed. The ancestors anguished. Vol's hatred seethed.
Volonazra was already tired of war, tired of the lengthening list of enemies, tired of strife, tired of it all. Volonazra had wanted to be at peace in his old age. He had passed the torch of leading the clan, and sought a quieter time in his waning years. He had finally found balance in his soul for shadow and spirit. He felt too old to start another campaign. Serenity was what he desired but this was not to be his fate. Anger and pain boiled and burned inside him like times of old. This was the rage inherited from his ancestors and it was compelling if not consuming. Vol would bring vengeance upon the Legion and its allies. Woe to those standing against the clan.
**this is an open RP thread. Please add your own ideas,stories, thoughts from the time of Winter Veil to the present (and possibly beyond) **