Massacre at Farson Hold, Tol Barad

December 9, as evening is approaching, at Farson Hold, Tol Barad Peninsula.

A twisted, crippled and hooded figure approached the stoney keep. With him rode wagons filled with Alliance prisoners from the battle the night before. The abandoned keep was habited with the odd crazed human, suffering from some sort of curse, so it was a relatively safe place.

The Forsaken dismounted, and commanded the wagons be unloaded. A constant whimpering could became noticeable once the rolling of the wagons ceased.  In chains, roughly forty prisoners of all races of the Alliance were shuffled into the keep. Blood stained, battered and bruised - anyone would know they had been treated terribly by their captors.

One particularly vile Forsaken deathguard frantically bawled, and slashed his iron-tipped whip across the backs and faces of the nearly naked, ragged prisoners. One woman staggered to the ground, only to be shot through the back of the head - her insides exploding into a puddle of mush.

Shackled up in the main courtyard of the keep, Lord Diederich Northcliffe stood before them, a foul and sadistic grin on his face. Ordering his assisting deathguard to leave, he was alone with his many chained up prisoners.

"Soldiers of the Alliance. It is with deep horror you have stood against the Forsaken reclaiming their own lands. This will be an example of what will transpire should you persist in hindering our great expansion," he said in a broken, coarse but a voice that once could have been described as Lordaeronian.

"Shadow and Damnation will be your means of cleansing, and I will not even give you to the Val'kyr. Today, you shall all be sacrificed to the Great Shadow. Tol Barad is mine... Ours... The Queen's. Death will be your release, may the Shadow have mercy upon you all.

Some time later...

The whole courtyard is now filled with blood, limbs and chunks of crimson insides. A foul stench of dark magic, freshly cut meat and smoke empowered the air. Many bodies were spread out, cut into pieces - the walls decorated in a sticky layer of red. Foot and hand prints, along with smears of blood signified a great struggle had taken place. One particular set of prints displays one man having walked away. Snapped, torn and crunched pieces of bone floated among the deep pool of gunging blood. Chains and shackles were left around the ground, having shown no signs of being unlocked.

A terrible, violent massacre had taken place.

(( Wow.. And I thought my Martha was violent.. Is there anyway others could have heard about it and if so, who from which race? ))

(( Yeap - open for anyone to go and see/catch a glimpse off! All to encourage some RP cross guild and or faction.))

The wind blows hard and carries a few drops, yet the Death Knight scaling the hill doesn't care for it.
As he reaches the top of the hill he spies down upon the keep, over the walls and into the courtyard he saw what could only be called one thing, a massacre.
"So the rumors is true, yet what demon could possibly do this?"
The man stood tall with a dark, frozen armor. A thin mist slowly poured down upon the ground as he speculated over this question.
Suddenly he noticed three shades slowly walking towards the keeps entrance so he keeled down to not get noticed.

Down by the keeps entrance the man and the dwarf stood upon the scene and looked upon the bodies, every detail that was possible to notice watch cached with the first glance. The human opened his mouth and took a deep breath, he didn't dare breath trough his nose due to the foul smell of Death and Decay, then he spoke what had been on his mind for quite a while now.
"This.. This cruelty.. What monster could possibly have done this?" He said, moving his right hand to his red hood and taking it down over his head to not become wet of the rain soon to come.

The dwarf stood there with an furious look in his eyes, he clenched around his rifle even harder then he had done before, his face could not be seen under the hood, yet his eyes was almost glowing with hatred, for a moment he just wandered what to do next before he bursted out in anger and roared into the air as long and loud as his lounges would allow him before falling to his knees, dropping his rifle on the ground.The dog came up on the dwarfs side and leaned into his side, yelping low to him, even the dog understood what had happened. "Laddie, whoever did this is a dead lad, a dun't care if it was Varyen himself! Am gunna kill em!"

The dwarf have had many friends in that group, they stayed there to sunset wondering what to do before turning around and walking back, one to Ironforge to tell the council and one to Stormwind to tell their council what had transpired here, hopefully they would send someone here to bury all the dead. The death knight pondered about what to do himself before turning around, heading back to wherever he came from.

((
This chapel of ritual
Smells of dead human sacrifices
From the altar bed...   ))