Little time was wasted when the group crossed the portal and stepped foot on Dreanor. They arrived on a small island called Ashran, at the aptly named Warspear; the Horde base of operations. Both the Horde and Alliance had setup bases for operations in the area, on opposite sides of the island of co...

It was early, but the morning sun was already beating down on Yurrie's throbbing head. She had spent the evening drinking. She woke in the barrack bunk Lubella had arranged for her still in her leathers and with her eye throbbing. She could barely keep it open, and stumbled out of her bunk as she tr...

Mockrabbit opened his mouth, but Yurrie interupted; "Agreed, it just so happens to be in the direction we will be heading". She looked over at Mockrabbit and Ottis. " Your handler has sent me to collect you". Mockrabbit closed his mouth and shrugged. Ottis stood on his hind legs,...

Yurrie chuckled at Mockrabbit. "If you say so" she replied with a smirk. "It seems every time I am required to work with you, and Ottis, there is someone chasing you". Yurrie turned her gaze to the blood elf standing by a tree, her fists still balled up in uncertainty. Yurrie wal...

'I'm sorry my friend, but I was told it was a 2 gold flight to get here from Grom'gol, and that is all I am willing to pay". Yurrie forced the two coins into the flight masters hand, and walked away as he continued to haggle her for a few extra silver. She stopped for a moment to look out over ...

The time had passed by quickly, and for once uneventfully. Yurrie spent most of her time lounging on the beach, eating, and of course drinking. It had been awhile since she was able to sit in a full pub with music playing in the background, and loud ecstatic conversation filling the rest of the air....

"Welcome to Grom'gol! Watch yir step when disembark'in the zeppelin, and don't firget to thank the captain. A crash free flight is always a good flight!" the co-captain exclaimed loudly as the zeppelin docked at the Grom'gol tower. The flight had not been a full one. A few goblin merchants...

Yurrie sat outside the east zeppelin tower in the gloom of the predawn morning. The ever present Death Guard held their posts around the towers. She could hear them chatting amongst themselves; topics such as the weather, a new sword, reminiscing of favorite foods, and even how one's ear had fallen ...

" That Orc?” Yurrie repeated. “ Yes, you must keep this information to yourself for the time being; it is spreading quickly, but the longer we can keep it from the majority of the population the better. Do you understand?”. Luebella’s eye sockets had a faint glow of green. “ Yes, I understand” ...

Her escort stopped at the gate as Yurrie continued into the quarter. Beaten practice dummies were haphazardly mauled by recruits, the dull sound of wooden practice swords meeting heavily stuffed canvas filled Yurrie's ears as she passed. Across from the worn dummies she glanced to see other Forsaken...