The morning sun shines over Blackrock mountain and the Searing Gorge...
Inside Blackwing Lair, the young Nefarian wakes up this morning...
Gets out of bed
Walks over and brushes his teeth
Sits down at his throne
Krixix the goblin element shaper hands him a golden platter
On the Golden Platter is a plate containing eggs, hash browns, lightly buttered toast... and today's newspaper.
Nef slowly eats his eggs...
"So, anything interesting going on today Krix?"
Krixix shifts uncomfortably...
"...n...nothing much m'Llord."
Nefarian eyes him suspiciously
"Is that so Krix? You seem... troubled..."
"It's nothing m'lord..." Krixix stammers "...m..may I go back to my duties?"
Nefarian again eyes him suspiciously
"Very well then... be gone from my sight". He says, dismissing him with a casual wave of his hand.
Relieved... Kirixix says "Thank you!" and rushes off.
Just outside the Throne Room door, Kirixix is met by Broodlord Lashslayer
"Has he found out yet?" the Broodlord whispers
Kirixix says "Not yet... I just managed to get out before he did!"
"Good call" Broodlord stammers "Lets get moving before that happens..."
Back in the throne room, Nefarian finishes his breakfast and is quietly sipping his cup of joe
He reaches down and picks up the newspaper
"Well then" Says Nef "What's in today's news..."
As he reads the paper, he takes another sip of his coffee...
...he gets halfway through his article when he spits out a full mouthful of coffee all over the throne room.
"WHAAAAAAT!?!!" he shouts, looking back at what he read. "This cant be! Does that mean..."
A sound that is similar to thunder is heard across the searing gorge.
"No..." Nefarian says, as he drops the paper to the floor and slowly walks towards the edge of his balcony
Nefarian stares across the landscape in utter disbelief
"No..." he utters solemnly under his breath....
Horses are seen thundering across the ground
"....No..." he mutters again...
The skies are now blackened with the sight of thousands of winged creatures...
"....Nononono..." he begins to panic
The glint of a thousand tiny daggers catches the sun's rays
"....NooooOOOOOOOO!!!" he finally screams out, throwing his fists up in the air
In his view, we see a vast stampede. A veritable calvary, both flying and ground mounts, charging right towards Blackrock Mountain.
Armed with sharpened daggers and a determination of steel - an ocean of Rogues descends upon Blackwing Lair.
Forget about the Hour of Twilight...
...for the Hour of Bloodfang Rogues has begun.