((I apologize if anything I wrote didn't make sense. I'm not the best writer ever ahhh.))
Once again, today was a seemingly normal day for Stormwind. The city bustled with it's usual activity. Someone, somewhere, is trying to be a merchant in the Trade District. Someone, somewhere, is drowning their sorrows in ale. Someone, somewhere, had something they had or wanted to do.
Stepping out of her home, the 'mage', Sharlynna Merin, took a stroll around the city for a short while, stopping by the Blue Recluse to meet with a friend. That friend would be a certain Strael Windsley. She sat in one of the chairs by the door and waited, watching patrons of the tavern come and go. She eyed the mailbox curiously, something inside had piqued her interest.
A letter poked out of the mailbox, as if it had been forced inside. She rose to a stand and moved towards the mailbox, attempting to gently remove the letter and observe it's content. It didn't want to move, it was like it was stuck on something. The last thing she wanted to do was rip the letter.
"Hello, Sharlynna!" A voice called out to her and she nearly jumped out of her own skin. Sharlynna turned around, her eyes falling upon a familiar figure. "H-Hello, Strael." She replied.
"What are you doing?" Strael asked, walking over to where Sharlynna stood. She pointed to the letter sticking out of the mailbox, "I found this."
Strael eyed the mailbox curiously, "Are you sifting through someone else's mail?"
"No! I was trying to get that letter out of the mailbox."
"So basically, you were sifting through someone else's mail." Rolling his eyes, Strael walked over to the mailbox as Sharlynna stepped aside. "Why didn't you just open
"...I didn't think I had to?" Sharlynna shrugged. Strael sighed, picking up the key that was left nearby the mailbox at all times. Unlocking the mailbox's hatch, he pulled it open only for the two friends to instantly reel back from a horrid stench being let loose as the letter fell to the ground. A small chunk of green tinted, foul smelling flesh paired with a piece of wheat lingered inside of the mailbox.
"Who-- who does that?!" Strael shouted, disgusted at what was found inside of the mailbox. Several people came running out of the tavern, only to regret doing so afterwards as they held their noses and trudged away in disgust. The entire time, Sharlynna was frozen in shock, ignoring the noises of the gathering crowd around the two of them. It took a moment of hesitation before she finally picked the fallen letter off of the ground, slowly reading it aloud.
It has started, it has begun
Soon my clan shall have their fun
Our claws shall rend, our hooves shall crush
All your dreams shall turn to dust
We begin to plague and plot
Tainting your forgotten in fields of golden stalks
This is the will of the Shadowhorn Clan
When it was finished, she felt the creeping urge to discard the letter, but something drove her to hold onto it. Looking down at her hands, she noticed they were trembling with the letter in their tight grip. "What do I do with this?"
The question lingered in Sharlynna's mind. The small noisy crowd of tavern patrons began whispering among themselves.
"Did you see what happened to the Cathedral's fountain today?"
"The waters were tinted green, tainted by the blood of corrupted creatures."
"It smelled so horrible... just like this!"
"Do you think it's related...?"
Overhearing the rumors that the two situations could be related, Sharlynna sprinted off, leaving Strael behind in the haze of confusion and shock. He shouted at her, calling out her name and questioning her actions, but she didn't care enough to listen.
Whatever was going on, she was, once again, driven to find out.