9/17/2005
There seemed to be no end to the corpses piling up in Ironforge. The population had contracted the plague and it had mercilessly spread everywhere. With the local Ironforge medical staff overwhelmed Elessedil lent a helping hand curing as many of the infected as possible. Though many were beyond saving and died almost instantly. There was no time for goodbyes or mourning. In an effort to curve the spread, bodies were thrown into the lava canals to be incinerated. Black soot hung in the air and a white ash lay on the ground. The grim work paid off eventually but the plague is never a good sign. Was this an omen of things to come?
September 21st, 2005 at 1:26 pm
Looks like the mailbox got hit hard.