The decks of the Ogrim’s Hammer buzzed with activity as Horde Soldiers prepared for battle. All around, the crews armed the ship’s weapons while others prepared their own arms and armour for the coming conflict. As lookouts warily watched for Scourge and Alliance forces, those onboard assessed the situation and what was to come. “All right, me lovelies.” Aunty Jack began, looking over a map of the area around Icecrown Citadel itself. “This is it. This is where we drive to the Lich King himself, and rip his bloody arms off.” “Excuse me” a small voice piped up from behind the assembled crowd.