Hifazat
05-13-2006, 03:08 PM
It had been a week since the attack on Splintertree. Hifazat had waited for responses from the various guilds to discuss the next meeting, so that they could plan their next attack. It never materialized. Hifazat had reached his summit. It was time to undertake actions which showed the horde exactly what it means to earn his wrath and ire. There was a simple target, a target which would not only cause injury, but will also cause insult.
He would take this action on his own if need be. The Alliance did not have the stomach for war. They did not have the stomach for battle. The only thing they had the stomach for was to sit in Stormwind and complain about how the horde grew stronger and stronger. Complaining, whining and to lament their own stupidity, that was all the Alliance had the stomach for.
The time grew near. The horde shall know what it means to be weak.
He would take this action on his own if need be. The Alliance did not have the stomach for war. They did not have the stomach for battle. The only thing they had the stomach for was to sit in Stormwind and complain about how the horde grew stronger and stronger. Complaining, whining and to lament their own stupidity, that was all the Alliance had the stomach for.
The time grew near. The horde shall know what it means to be weak.