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Nightmares filled my dreams at the Nessingwary camp. Those animals that relentlessly attacked me continued to wreak chaos in my mind that night. I decided then to take a short departure to gather my strength. There was a small seaside town called Southshore way north of here in the Hillbrad Foothills, which was reportedly under attack.
After a seemingly endless flight, I finally arrived at my destination. Southshore was a tiny port with some big problems. The small sea side town was once a major power in the area. Now it is constantly under assault from several different opposing groups. I dismounted from my Gryphon, and walked towards the center of town. I heard a low shuffle from the grass behind me. I turned completely around, and was attacked by an assassin dressed in black. The guards around me swarmed around the assassin before I could unsheath my weapon.
I entered the town hall, where Magistrate Henry Maleb explained to me that this was a common occurrence. The Assassin was from the Syndicate; a Criminal Organization from the north. I asked if there was anything I could do to help. The Magistrate told me that there was a known hideout nearby, but to get there I’d have to cross the Yeti Cave. Immediately I was brought back to Dun Morogh. Seems I can travel across the entire landscape of Azeroth, yet there are reminders of the past everywhere I look.
The Magistrate told me that there was a known hideout to the north, but to get there I’d have to cross the Yeti Cave.
I boarded my Mechanostrider and set off into the darkness. The landscape was teeming with wildlife scattered across old, destroyed relics of what Southshore used to be. I found a dimly lit narrow pathway that lead straight up a narrow hill. As I changed paths, I felt a painful shock to the back of the head. The next thing I remember, I was in a damp cave.
In a daze, I tried standing up but realized my feet were bound to a rock. Looking down I saw a herd of Yetis methodically walking around the cave. To the left, my weapons piled over in the corner by a torch. What exactly were they going to do with me? I wasn’t about to wait to find out. I grabbed a nearby stone, and smashed it on the ground. I used the jagged edge to free myself from my bindings. “I’m quite the escape artist” I thought to myself as I equipped my gear.
As I turned around to walk out, the ground began to shake. I knew what was coming. I readied my axe and was confronted by a mob of angry Yetis. Ducking down as low as I could, I covered myself with my sheild as I swong at their ankles. As I defeated these Yetis, an endless stampede blocked me from my exit. Still feeling a little dizzy, I decided to quit this fight. I ran as hard as I could, using my small size to nimbly escape the massive animals.
I saw my Mechanostrider by the path where I was knocked out. Running towards it, I didn’t see there were even more Yetis outside the cave. Walking backwards I swung hard, killing the beasts before jumping back on board. Someday these Yetis will be the death of me.
