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| - The sky made for a very good vantage point. Being as high up as she was, Miadra could truly see the bold contrast that had recently come to Desolace. The Cenarion Wildlands, a green paradise that she had played her part in helping to blossom, rested magnificently in the centre of the region, but surrounding that hopeful sight was a dry swamp of bleak, joyless ground. 'Ah, greetings Miadra,' said the Tauren of the duo, dressed in what appeared to be a robe of grey soil. Daus huffed. Presumably he had expected this to happen. 'We agreed that we always would, yes.'
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| - The sky made for a very good vantage point. Being as high up as she was, Miadra could truly see the bold contrast that had recently come to Desolace. The Cenarion Wildlands, a green paradise that she had played her part in helping to blossom, rested magnificently in the centre of the region, but surrounding that hopeful sight was a dry swamp of bleak, joyless ground. The many kodo of Kalimdor may finally have had an appropriate place to die in peace, and the Horde of Ghost Walker Post had immediately agreed to have their outpost healed and reinvigorated, but beyond the new life there was the same old ruined earth; populated by warlocks, demons, and satyr. Miadra, flying as masterfully as any real bird could, was headed south. That was where the highest concentration of demons were known to reside, in an area named the Mannoroc Coven. Within its worryingly wide boundaries, demons mingled and plotted. Within seconds of reaching its edge - where the air turned purple with the fel - she spied the tiny camp she had been looking for. It was manned by two of her colleagues, and without hesitation she flew speedily downwards, towards the low-lying hill. Lucky for me that I spotted it, she thought: the occupants had allowed themselves only the barest of essentials: two small brown tents, and a barely hot campfire. 'Ah, greetings Miadra,' said the Tauren of the duo, dressed in what appeared to be a robe of grey soil. 'Don't give me that amiable welcome, Daus,' she replied, keeping herself hovering as a bird. 'Karnum sent me to find you. What had we agreed about returning on time?' Daus huffed. Presumably he had expected this to happen. 'We agreed that we always would, yes.' 'But,' another voice said, 'That isn't always the best thing to do.' Tivlal was in his panther form. He was stood alert at the edge of the hill, maintaining a serious-faced watch of the demons and their unusual abundance of activity down below. Out of the three, he was the most repulsed by the Legion. He had taken part in the Glade project only partially because of the draw of seeing nature triumph. The majority of his attention was fixated on settling old scores. 'It's taking them real effort to pull their friends through the portals, but slowly they are. Already there are more of them than they are of us. They'll encroach soon.' Miadra landed on the panther's head, so that she had a superior spot to him. She looked out, at first dubious of her friend's claims, but then when she saw the organised lines of felguards and the hyperactive circles of the imps she began to feel sick in the same way she had when her bear-eyes had first been affronted with Felwood. 'You can't see them now, but there are dreadlords about too,' said Daus. 'We think that they have a cavern that the leaders are staying in.' Miadra looked over at the Tauren. 'Surely the centaur are reacting?' 'They didn't have a chance,' Daus replied. 'The demons invaded their land. The Magram have fled. We don't know where.' Casting another look back to the Coven, the female druid fluttered up into the air. Tivlal's eyes rolled up to watch her. 'You should tell Karnum all about this. But I do not know how we're supposed to defend ourselves. The Legion here are mobilising for war. There is no mistaking that.' Daus nodded his agreement. 'If I were Karnum, I'd send scouts to the east and north, too. I wouldn't put it past the heathens in Thunder Axe Fortress to be preparing their own treat for us.' Miadra nodded her bird-head. 'And you two should return to the Glade soon. This spot will get too dangerous.' Not that either of the two paid much attention to that. Tivlal grunted in staunch refusal, never one to abandon his duty when it came to demons. 'Just tell Karnum to send a Call to Arms out, Miadra. I don't know who will answer us, but letting go of the Glade is not an option. Not after all we've achieved there.' 'I'll fly to the cities of the world if I have to,' said Miadra, readying her wings for another long flight. 'I'll tell Karnum all about this. Elune bless you both.' 'And Earthmother guide you,' Daus replied, as the bird shot off. It appeared, however, that the Legion didn't mind the druids knowing about their renewed presence in the edges of Desolace. Before Miadra had even returned with her chilling news, Karnum Marshweaver, leader of the Glade, had received correspondence from a nefarious source.
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