Once at the roof of the world

Something was odd in these swamp for sure. The Banshee Queen had entered it undercover from the eastern coast. There was no need to let anyone within the next 3 Kingdoms know that she was here. That was why she had chosen the lonely secret paths from the sea. If she had taken a flight to the small orcish outpost Stonard in the midst of apparent nowhere, she was pretty sure that some alliance scout would tell his chiefs in command, that the goddamn Warchief of the Horde was now here! Considering the latest... political differences between her folk and the Alliance, it would have done her no good for sure, in her search for Vereesa.

So she left in the midst of the night her ship that should have taken her to Quel`Danas, with only Nathanos knowing her true target. A little smirk stole itself on her full dark lips, while she thought about her Champion meeting the ambassadors of the other races of the Horde and how they would annoy him from the very first moment on.

But this was his problems now, not hers. She recognized at the moment she reached the shore that something was indeed odd in the Swamps of Sorrows. The Murlocs that lived between the sea and the cliffs had nearly vanished since she had been here for the last time. Not that these vermin had gone for good, no there had been some of them, but just female once and every single one of them pregnant in a more or less heavy stage. Did the Murlocs were even capable of getting pregnant? Were they not supposed to lay eggs or something like that? Sylvanas wasn`t entirely sure but any doubts had to vanish to nothing in the face of this heavy weighing fat baby bellies. But that had not been the astonishing reveal at all. What had been nearly freaking her out, were the other things that lived there side by side with the pregnant Murlocs.

Disgusting beings even in the presence of their flaking mothers. Deformed monstrosities that seemed to be half murloc half... even more, disgusting amphibian. Their bodies a little bit bigger and more muscular than their parents, but heavily hunchbacked with different sized extremities and heads that looked liked someone had put a tube up their asses and tried to blow em up until they had to burst. With the result, that they somehow denied to do it. They had been there in different sizes and so guessed ages and in the few moments Sylvanas had taken to observe them, all they did were eating, brawling, wandering aimlessly around and fucking the females, pregnant or not. So at least this they seemed to have in common with their Murloc ancestors.

In an unwatched moment, the Banshee Queen had slain two of them to get a closer look, but studying the corpses let to only more questions for her. Perhaps this exiled tribe had done incestual breedings for such a long time, that these abominations had to be the result?

Even if, it let her not a single step further to her sister, so finally the undead elve decided to reach further down into the humid depths of the Swamp of Sorrows.

That had been a few hours ago. Hours of paths filled knee-deep with brackish warm water, thorny undergrowth and crocolisks that were hungry enough to attack the true predator in this morass. Sylvanas had never been in any real danger at all, she sensed and shot down any thread before it had any chance to reach the deadly ranger. But even her patience has its limits, so she was somehow relieved as she finally reached the Temple of Atal`Hakkar.

The pyramid must have been an impressive symbol of power once in the days of the mighty Troll empires. Since then had passed millennia and even today the top of the Temple reached solid out of the fetid waters. But the smelly water wasn`t the real reason of the foul taste, that lay heavy in the air. This was a haunted place, a cursed one that had seen countless slaughters and even more disgusting things, that people were willing to **** on each other. No sane man would get here, especially not alone.

But Sylvanas was no man and more than capable to get rid of some old ghosts. If there was a place cunning and dreadful enough in this putrid hole of a swamp to hold her sister, then it had to be this temple. So if she wanted to learn about the fate of her sister and the secrets that she kept about her siblings, the Banshee would have to reach down into the catacombs of the troll ruin and find her. Without any doubt, Sylvanas entered the temple.

Little did she know about its new owners or the real sources of the sheer endless moanings that echoed up from its depths.