Wednesday (15 Aug) - A Shattered Family

Wednesday (15 Aug) - A Shattered Family

Jovia, reporting from Silvermoon City, Quel'Thalas, Eastern Kingdoms

The leadership of the Wild Family was apparently split asunder last night in a bold, dangerous move to unseat family Patriarch Wildshard. Stunned family members are still reeling and may be forced to take sides in the sudden and unexpected family schism.

Wildshard, who relinquished a prominent role as raid healer for his guild several weeks before, was spending what he called a "well deserved rest" at the Wyvern's Tail Inn in Orgrimmar's Valley of Honor. Located at the Inn, Wild refused to comment, but observers later noted that Wild and his eldest sister, JB, were seen together in deep, private conversation. JB, who also curtailed her raiding about the same time as Wild, met reporters questions with blades drawn. No reporters were killed, although a few were trampled in the sudden desire to get far away. Orgrimmar guards lamented that they did not get a chance to remove a few reporter's heads.

The reason for the family division is still unknown at this time. What is known, however, is that in the past week or so, family member Jocey had been dispatched to Silvermoon City on a very secretive mission. The young blood elf paladin has remained out of sight, but she is believed to be holed up in one of the Inns within the City.

While most of the family has retreated from the public eye, Auction House entrepreneur Happy was working the floor at his usual post at the Trade Center hub of The Undercity. Pressed for comment, Happy had nothing to say - until a few gold pieces surreptitiously changed hands. Happy paused, in between transactions. "All I know," he said, "is the Order of the Dragon guild Bank is being cleared out." Happy overrode the yelling reporters. "Of course, all of MY stock held in the Bank remains under my control, and will stay that way."

"Who ordered this?" yelled an undead reporter. Happy turned a large nose in the reporter's direction. Happy had a moment to wonder why so many reporters were undead. Must be because their stench matches their profession, he surmised.

"Are you doing the clearing out yourself?" demanded another. Happy sneered as only a goblin can. "What, you think I'm going to dirty my hands with anything other than bright, shiny gold? My assistant, Hapless, has that unsavory task."

"But who ordered this?! And why?" The clamor from the reporters grew louder, swelling to the point that even Happy's Singing Sunflower could not be heard. Even so, every reporter heard the soft clink of fine armor behind them. The yelling stopped as all of the reporters turned at once.

A soft, penetrating voice uttered two words. "I did."

Death Knight Naithipe has returned.