To the Scholomance!
Bjorke sat at the top of the long table in the Guild Hall, Norgoth in the chair at her right. Maps of the Plaguelands littered the table, and around it, all of Sterling: some in chairs, some standing, some on the benches that lined the wall. There were quiet murmurs, as the younger, less experienced members tried to ascertain what was going on. Norgoth leaned over to her, and spoke quietly in Althorin. “They grow restless, and worried.” She nodded, and stood up.
“As you all know, the Scourge still controls most of Lordaeron. There is even a school there, to teach necromancy,” she sneered, the word vile on her lips, “to the living and undead alike.” She pauses, looking at each of her people. “We may not be able to eradicate the Scourge itself, but we can put some souls to rest, and disrupt the school, at least for a time.” Read the rest of this entry »
