'MAIMFIST! Get in here right now!'

Grumthar letted out a heavy sigh as he walked through the iron hall of the barracks, newly kindled brazers lighted up the long hallway to Warlord Crackfist's office.

For the past days, old Grumthar had been on leave from Military duty, due to failing health. After visiting a shaman, who gave him special herbs that he was strickly instructed to chew and swollow once everyday. He was not very amused by all this, for a orc it was shamefull to become ill, a bad sign that you might not have much time left in the world.

Stuborn as he was. he had insisted to get back on duty. However, the 14th had allready deployed for the long expected ''Operation Bordering the Borderlands''.

And now he was to report to the head of the legion, Warlord Crackfist himself. He paced more quickly through the hall. The door was allready open, Crackfist was at his desk, surrounded by various documents of current and future operations. The orc looked up as he entered the room and saluted.

'I hope you havent gone soft, Vanguard?'

'A true orc never soften, warlord!' He replied, though he was pritty sure he was still going to be punished, just for have shown this weakness.

'Good! You have allready missed the deployment, the 14th left for the Arathi Highlands. Youre orders is to get there and join up with them.'

Crackfist buried himself behind a document for a moment before his big eyes appeard again, Grumthar knew the look in the warlord's eye. There was something more, wasent it? Some detail that would probably be extremly painfull?

'Sadly all oure gunships have allready been shiped to combat the Alliance air force in some far away lands, you'll have to get there by the zeppelin to undercity.

Grumthar looked at crackfist, he felt as if he was dreaming..

'Let me get this stright, Warlord, i will have to get to the Arathi Highlands..by foot? All the way from the undercity?!'

Crackfist let a vicious grin fill his lips.

'Exacly. now quit youre whining and get moving!

The walk to the zeppelin tower felt longer than before, luckely he was allowed to take his worg with him. After one day of flight over the great sea, he finnaly reached the Tirisfall glades and landed at the Undercity's zeppelin tower.

Now began the long ride.

He rode from Tirisfall to Hillsbrad in two days, made camp along the way and then reached the Highlands the next morning. Grumthar was expecting to encounter human patrols as this was now a warzone, but strangly encountered none. Close to the human city of Stromgarde, a group of riders patroled among the way.

Banners of the Argent crusade. The commander of the riders stoped her horse and greeted the worg rider. Grumthar had little respect for neutral factions, especially the Argent Crusade. But he kept his own opinions to himself and asked if there was any human patrolls on the roade toward Hammerfall. The commander pointed and recomended to keep of the road and keep heading north toward Hammerfall.

After a short ride, Grumthar arrived To Hammerfall. But the Base was under heavy siege by alliance forces, the gates was closed and shouts and yells could be heard from inside the city.

No one would ever comment Grumthar to be a sneaky fellow, as he was to big and probably to bulky to actually sneak past anything. While trying to ride to the base's southern gate, an worgen jumped him. He battled it off as best as he could, but soon more of its allies started to charge in, and to a end it became to much. They took him and pushed him to follow them. For some reason they lead him stright to the southern Hammerfall gate, as soon as they approuched the gate, it slammed open and hordes of solders of the moklohn command poured out, attacking the alliance forces right on and quickly took Grumthar inside.

Safe and sound for the moment, he found himself of being in more troubble than he had expected. The 14th was not stationed in Hammerfall anymore. They told him that the legion had left the base and ventured further south a week earlier before the siege began.

Now he found himself trapped, locked inside Hammerfall. His legion further south and a army of alliance solders blocking his path. The Alliance armies constantly attacked the city, both with artilary fire and infantry attacks. Grumthar aided and battled along with the Defenders but after four days he knew that he could not stay any longer. If he did not find the 14th soon, then Crackfist would have his hide! Unless the alliance took it first.

He told his situation to the Moklohn's, and they gave him a worg and opened the southern gate for him. Bo'wa of the Mokhlon suggested that he should take a small mountian path and follow it further south until he is out of reach of the Alliance army.

Riding along the mountian side, Grumthar cought eye on the Alliance army that prepered to attack Hammerfall, he said a small prayer to the spirits and hoped its defenders would hold. Avoiding the alliance was no problem and he kept riding south until he finnaly reach the giant bridge, Thandol span, and rode into the Wetlands.

Close to the bridge was the dark iron town of Dun Modr, and surprisingly the whole of the Vanguard was gathered outside and fought attacking dwarves back. He joined there line and was finnaly back reunited with his Legion.