Mount Hyjal , summit of the World Tree, and the site of the Sentinel's...

The rotting city, the base of the Undead Scourge, stood empty. Even the whistling wind seemed loud in this desolation. All had come at the call of Atropos, and the scroll had...

Bradwarden, who had for the past twenty minutes taken in the brunt of the physical and magical assault of the undead, was dying. Propped up in a four-legged stoop against the thick trunk of the World Tree itself,...

It was nothing like he had expected, and even more surprising, it was painless. Sometimes there were worse things than pain however. As the darkness had spread like cancer all...

While Darchrow moved southeast and the Lich King sent his emissary, the Sentinels were celebrating. The entire encampment was in joyous upheaval, with treants and druids frolicking in the moonlight and the...

For the first time in what seemed like centuries, the Scourge was retreating to regroup for a concentrated assault. The battle-weary champions of the Sentinel were exhausted, and Malfurion Stormrage, standing...

the world of Azeroth became the focus of many alien intelligences, hungering for the life and energy that permeates the very fabric of it's air and water. The flow and persistence of magic, spread across the planet after the Great...