The Fall of Varimathras occured last evening by a persistant group of alliance players lead by Salaris. The following story is the role-play story Salaris wrote up of their exciting victory! I have some images of the first part of the event here, they are not cropped and no story telling, just plain old images. I crashed and couldn't seem to get back to the fight. You can see later images of the fight here, here, and here.
- The sun still hung brightly in the sky like a brilliant sphere of flame when the forces of the Alliance converged for plans much darker and more dire. I sat at the foot of Southshore's Town Hall, anxiously awaiting the arrival of my companions. Many of my close friends arrived promptly; Arora, Brandee, Lord Phoenix, and others. Lord Phoenix and I immediately began planning the specific details of the assault, while Brandee used her teleportation magic to spread the word to those in distant lands: the time for invasion had come. We were taking back Lordaeron.
From distant Darnassus, Ironforge, and Stormwind, allies came in many shapes and sizes. Our numbers were small, but not one among our number was weak at heart or slow with blade and spell. Stormwind's lack of support was not surprising; I have long suspected that one of the king's advisors is preventing them from sending proper aid to any in need, and my Lord Banegrivm has determined greater specifics, but I cannot speak of them here. Needless to say, our group was smaller than I had hoped, but nevertheless they proved willing to give their lives to retake the rightful lands of the followers of the Holy Light.
My scouts had reported just earlier in the morning an interesting crack in the Undercity's defenses; a sewer tunnel that lead almost directly to the throne room of the city. It seemed almost to good to be true, and though I suspected a trap, I knew that our forces could not stand a direct assault on the city in any case. As others trickled in, Lord Phoenix summoned his mighty charger from the Inn's stables and marshalled our forces between the Inn and the Town Hall of Southshore. When it became clear that no more would arrive in time to begin, we rose and drew our blades, many whispering silent prayers to the Holy Light or Elune for salvation and guidance.