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Friday, October 5th, 2012

Goodbye Theramore

“They’ve portaled out! Send in the zeppelin!”

Agrata Four-Killer crouched behind a stone as the zeppelin’s shadow crossed the shallow bay between their position and the Isle of Theramore. Behind her, Kor’kron and members of the new Shattered Hand waited as the airship maneuvered into position. All the orcs were uneasy, hoping that the distraction caused by the forward teams would keep Alliance eyes from the sky until the payload could be dropped.

She tensed, then lowered herself behind the rock as the airship reached a point just above the island’s central area. Agrata had no love of explosives, and less love for the goblins who delivered them. The last time she’d been near a bomb, she’d ended up face-down in a trench from the backdraft, and she had no intention of repeating the experience.

When the explosion came, it was like nothing she had ever experienced. First there was a hissing sound, and then…nothing. The Dire Wolf leaned forward and cautiously poked her head above the rock, snarling. “Didn’t they test the bomb? Hellscream will have their heads –”

Blue and purple light flashed everywhere, and Agrata was blind. Instinctively she flattened herself to the ground, waiting for a backdraft that never came, and heat that never rose. The only sound she could make out was the crashing of stone, and a thin wail she could not place, until she realized it was coming from behind her.

The magic-users in the scouting force, every single one of them, were curled up on the ground, twitching and babbling.

The orc’s eyes narrowed, and she crawled over to the place where a few other scouts had taken cover. “What is this? Magic?”

A blood elf’s haughty laughter broke over the crashing sound coming from the island. “Oh, oh oh. Magic, yes. The best sort of magic, my dear orc. A magic bomb.”

“A what?”

“A mana bomb. A concentrated pile of magic, designed to destroy people and leave everything else intact. We used them in Outland. Brutal, but extremely effective….”

Agrata thought quietly a moment. “Does Hellscream know you used this…mana bomb…against Theramore?”

“Of course he does, darling. It was his idea. Send the Archmage to hell with her own power. The irony is delicious, don’t you think?” The blood elf reached up and wiped at a bit of blood coming out of his nose. “Hm, seems to be working. I’m feeling it even this far away!”

The Dire Wolf stood up and looked at the island of Theramore, now that the blast wave, or whatever it was, had passed them. After several long minutes, she turned and headed back toward the place where she’d left her riding wolf.

“Where are you going?” the blood elf scout called out behind her. “Aren’t you coming with us? We’re going to go over and pillage. How very savage!”

All Agrata could think about was how she was going to explain this to the Stormcaller.

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