Kissaka

The wind was soft, it did not hold the chill that Kissaka had grown used to during her campaigns in Northrend. It was quiet, though she could hear the un-natural rumblings of ruined earth nearby. He closed her heel and lifted a rein, softly clucking, Rirastrasz turned his head slightly to fix a great green eye on her, she nodded toward the Platau below them and the great red drake descended silently, landing without a sound and with barely a blade of grass bent by his wings. They had been together for a long time, only her wolf Kredack, had been with her longer. A troll looked up from his mug as she slid from her drakes back to join him. "The others aren't here yet." Tawhiri told her "But there are Alliance attempting the trial already, have a look." Kissaka stepped to the edge of the platau, careful to sheild herself by peering through a bush, below 5 Alliance we battling the giant un-dead creature that was the third challenge. The Crucible of Carnage the Goblins called it. Stored under guard nearby were powerful weapons, crafted by the finest smiths in Azeroth and enchanted by powerful specialists to enhance their performance. A mace awaited Kissaka if she and her friends could defeat the challenge.