Heroic Yor'sahj is no more

February 19th. The day was colder than most, the chill in the air would make the hair stand up on my knuckles as I clutched my staff. It had been months now since we put H Morchuk and H Hagara below the permafrost. The team needs a victory like the meadows need the sun. Victory is no longer just an option, it is a necessity, it is our destiny. Yor'sahj has thwarted our efforts, evaded our assassinations, laughed as we failed with mere threads of his life remaining. Today is the day, and death was in the air. Today we defeat our nemesis. Today we will force Yor'sahj to meet his maker. Today we will be victorious!

Members of Ante Meridiem gathered in the war room to strategize our attack. We would hit him hard, and fast. No sooner did Yor'sahj summon his oozes that one lay dissolving un met by its master. Timing was perfect, distance was perfect, healing was perfect, enrage was never reached, it was time for Yor'sahj to die.And die he did, the victory came with no casualties, everyone survived, no need for battle resurrections. Execution was perfect.

The problem we now have is the team has a taste for blood, and it’s a thirst that needs to be quenched. Moral is high, and to keep it there we need to kill again. Now that Yor'sahj is dead, we have Warlord Zon'ozz in our sights. We will be ready, our aim honed, our weapons sharpened, and our incantations on the tips of our tongues. We will be victorious. Failure is not an option.