The Amber is Life [Fiction]
Everyone knows that the mantid used to worship Y’Shaarj, and that they have now joined forces with Garrosh Hellscream, who is in possession of the Heart of Y’Shaarj. But it’s been a long time since Kil’ruk told us the mantid’s dark, terrible secret. What have the Klaxxi been doing? And for that matter, there’s someone else who’s been conspicuously absent all expansion. What has she been up to, I wonder?
- The Dread Wastes. Now. -
Korven the Prime stood absolutely still beneath the dead branches of Kypari Zar, scanning his surroundings. His eyes swept across the rolling plains, seeking any movement, any sign of life, but found nothing. The Wastes were quiet. Satisfied, he turned and started to carefully pick his way through the snarl of thick, blackened roots and underbrush that smothered the base of the giant. For thousands of years, priceless amber had flowed thickly through its veins, but the sha had infected the majestic bark, twisted and corrupted its limbs, transforming the once-beautiful kypari into a lifeless, desiccated husk. Korven’s mandibles clacked together once in anger, but like the tangle of leaves and vines that blocked his way, he pushed the emotion aside. He was not here to lament the loss of the ancient tree. His objective lay beneath the withered roots, in the hidden corridors buried deep below, under the dirt and stone, and those who awaited him within.
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