A blinding screech echoed across the battlefield. What looked like a bony shadow swept across the skies of the Dragonblight. Weeks had passed since the fall of Deathwing, and the denizens of Wyrmrest had already begun their recovery. As had the surrounding area as the children of the Old Gods had shrunk back into the frozen ground. But, tensions between the Alliance and Horde had risen, and both factions had resorted to all out war.
The battle waged fiercely within the Dragonblight, the Horde forces being spearheaded by the Banshee Queen, and the Alliance's by King Varian Wrynn. They clashed in the snowy wastes to the east of Wyrmrest Temple.
The same skeletal leviathan shot across the sky once more, screeching loudly. It then plummeted downwards, as it fell towards the front lines of the Alliance. Erhagos slammed downwards into Varian's forces, crushing many under foot and form. "Succumb to the might of the Forsaken!", he roared, unleashing a jet of icicles onto the dozen archers that stood behind. As they shot forwards, the shards of ice impacted right into the rangers, sending them to a cold death.
Roaring loudly, the frost wyrm thrust his wings downwards, throwing himself back towards the dimmed sky above.
((Open SRP. We're fighting to the east of Wyrmrest, weeks after Deathwing's fall. I'm not narrating this or anything. Just jump in and kill stuff!))