Nyx Downs Gruul

[Warburn]

Linkan, accompanied by Gohjira, Barefoot, Breiten and Warburn stand and solute the members of their tribe in the dusty gultch at the foot of the Blade's Edge Mountains. The reek of Ogres fills the air, but the village is deserted. The dust of the fleeing ogres still hangs in the air.

A score of Lady Nyx's finest members, and with the help of a handful of heros, have sent a tsunami of fear through not only the Boulderfist Ogre Clan but also through the giant Gronns. Their god and father is dead, Gruul the Dragonkiller is Dead!!

The two dozen heros of the Horde, all raise their fists in unison, and yell:
"For the HORDE!" and then the 5 soluting leaders yell: "For Nyx Glory!" not so much refering to the Dark Lady but to the members of her tribe.

Unbeknown to them all she was there, floating above. Smiling.