I owe all you readers an apology. I let you down again yesterday: I only finished half, and the other half remained unwritten. I got up a little late today, so the corrections came a little later, but they are done now. I definitely won't let you down today. All right, enough said. Any more would just be padding the word count.
Just as Rex began imagining the Worgen, the Alterac Mountains were anything but peaceful. The region had truly begun to descend into turmoil.
After some time, Duke Falconcrest finally converted all the other members of the Syndicate based in Durnholde Keep into Worgen.
Although Duke Falconcrest's actions had grave consequences, drastically reducing the population of Durnholde Keep, the number who could successfully become Worgen was very, very small.
The population of Durnholde Keep fell to a fraction of its former size, yet Duke Falconcrest was immensely satisfied.
Everyone now living in Durnholde Keep was a Worgen.
After converting every member of the Syndicate into a Worgen, Duke Falconcrest stopped concealing his ambitions and began to act.
His next move was to attack the Ogres. Yes, the Ogres.
There had once been two forces in the entire Alterac Mountains capable of posing a real threat to the Syndicate. Now there was only one. The other had gone from threatening to harmless: the Frostwolf Clan.
Before meeting Thrall, the Frostwolf Clan had lived in seclusion in the Alterac Mountains, preserving its strength almost entirely. Its former Chieftain, Durotan, had not died when his clan was destroyed; he had been assassinated. Thus, the Frostwolf Clan's traditions remained fully intact. They possessed the ancient heritage of Shamans and the protection of ancestral spirits.
Having taken part in neither the First War nor the Second War, the Frostwolf Clan steadily grew stronger while