The Thunder Axe War

==The Story==
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.
Dear Karnum Marshweaver, Druid of the Cenarion Circle,
By now, your druid noses will have picked up the scent of something rotten in the air. Yes, what you smell now is the familiar fragrance of the fel.
It is especially apparent in your present predicament because you have trespassed onto Burning Legion land. It may not have seemed, back in the heady days when you yourself decided to bring "life" to Desolace, that your work would provoke a series of complex consequences, but with bright ambition comes harsh resistance.
We are that resistance. We are the Shadow Council, and we work together with the Burning Legion to keep Desolace at our command. The centaur are in the process of learning that, and I dare say the trolls of Shadowprey Village will soon be experts on it too. You are not entitled to Desolace, and if you don't leave, you and your holdout will be subject to the unkindest of our green flame. We have the tools of your destruction, and we will not hesitate to use every single one of them to snuff you out.
Don't you see that now is not the time for you to chase after territories belonging to the conquerors of the Nether? Just as you have, we have experienced the breaking of Azeroth, due to the return of Deathwing. The Twilight Cult have committed an act of incredible arson on your Mount Hyjal (just like the good old days...), and yet you remain here?
I invite you to leave, and hope that you will realise that this is a message of benevolence. You see, on the opposite end of your Glade, in the Mannoroc Coven, there are infernals that number in the hundreds. There are dreadlords and doomguards and one very, very special surprise. And the only thing keeping them from stomping their way over to your camp are my assurances that we can resolve this issue bloodlessly. That is to say: you leave.
You need to help save the world, don't you? We hear news all the time about the offences the Twilight Cult are causing. Their dealings with Old Gods... their invasion of the Realm of Earth... all we want is Desolace. You have a condition of mistaken priorities, I find!
You also don't have much time to comply with our demands. Please be in touch.
- Overlord Nakrar
==The Event==
The Cenarion Glade within Desolace is under threat from the demonic Shadow Council and the Burning Legion. Newly nurtured forests burn as Nakrar, a sinister orc warlock unleashes his hellfire across the land.
The druids call for aid from the Horde to fight back the Legion and the Shadow Council once more, to protect the tranquility and wildlife returning to Desolace.
==Pre-Event Trailer==
By Geis
500px|left|Geis' Thunder Axe War Pre-Event Trailer
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