Smells good doesn't it?

With the cauldruns around Anderhol neutralized it would be some time before grain could be used as the staple ingrediant of the Alliance soldier's diet. It is a well known fact that any member of the Alliance would jump at the chance to have a Tauren Burger, but with the battles in the Plaguelands a good supply of beef has been hard to come by.

Cadia scouts reported that a large Tauren herd was centered on the plateau of Thunderbluff, grazing on the fertile plains of Mulgore below. Alliance ecologists agreed with the Inquisitors of the Cadia that this herd was growing at exponential rates and something would have to be done soon so to maintain the balance of the Mulgore ecosystem. In the name of ecology and curing hungry stomach's throughout the Alliance a plan of conservation was agreed upon...

With kegs of ale and paper plates in tow the Crusade and hungry allies made their way towards Thunder Bluff.

To commerate the 1st Annual Cadian BBQ, the alpha-male of the Tauren horde would become the first fifty Tauren Burgers. It is well known that the Tauren known as Cairne Bloodhoof can become highly aggressive and was approached with caution.

It soon became obvious that this was no orginary beast. The enrage cattle started flailing about with such strength and fury that it knoced many hungry soldiers off the plateau! This could only mean one thing, MAD COW! While this would ordinarily be only a temporary setback, it did not take long for a band of hungry Horde to arrive and defend their home grown supply of beef.

The BBQ on Thunderbluff did not go completly as planned. The plateau became of bee's nest of angry cattle rampaging about. The Crusade decided to step back and regroup on the plains below. Before another assault could be made against Thunderbluff a quick moving force of Horde elites were able to cut off access to the lifts and push the soldiers of the Alliance all the way to the Venture Co. mining operations to the east.. As Cadia and allies regrouped along the mines a great thunder could be heard in the distance - stampede! The stampede approached, angered bulls charging the recovering Alliance poachers. Fall back, possibly retreat? No - these hungry soldiers came for double bacon Tauren burger and by the light, more importantly open charbroiled flame they would have it!

The discovery of Mad Cow infecting the cattel of Thunder Bluff explains much of the lunacy exhibited by the members of the Horde. While the Crusade has no trouble with mad cow, this is an ecological disaster now in the making. Cadia will return to Thunder Bluff in the near future and this time will come prepared.

With the re-death of the fallen Ranger Lord Nathanos Blightcaller, we have at last been able to turn our attention back to other pressing matters. Namely, the defiling of Lordaeron.

With the re-death of the fallen Ranger Lord Nathanos Blightcaller, we have at last been able to turn our attention back to other pressing matters. Namely, the defiling of Lordaeron High Inquisitor Cydel proposed a cunning plan, strike quickly and decisively at a key outpost of the Horde - Tarren Mill. This would cut off their supply of trained troops, thus removing their ability to replace casualties. Many bloody skirmishes have erupted in past weeks around the mill with little ground gained. The cost would be great, but the Alliance was in need of a victory against the horde and we were only too happy to deliver.

Resistance to the assault was minimal. The guards and residents of Tarren Mill were caught completely off guard. It was impossible for them to mount a proper counter attack. The Mill was ours.

With the Mill under our control we knew it would only be a matter of time before the Horde mounted a counter assault. Likely they were already amassing in the mountains of Alterac waiting for the right moment to strike... but that moment never came. So absolute was our dominance over the town that the Horde seemed unwilling or simply unable to reclaim their land.

The taking of Tarren Mill proved a hollow victory. If Tarren Mill could be taken so easily, would other targets be as prone to attack? There was only one way to find out. The closest target of value to Tarren Mill was none other than the ruins of Lordaeron. The Undercity, the vile cesspool which the Forsaken scum call home would soon meet our vengeance.

By this time our Crusade had gained a significant amount of followers. Soldiers from the Empire joined us in our cause. As with Tarren Mill we approached the gate with little resistance. All defensive forces melted away at our fiery wrath.

Our first strike within the Undercity was at their center of commerce. By disrupting the flow of coin the Undead war machine would grind to a halt. Bank tellers and accountants alike were slain. The only accounting they would perform would be cataloging spacial anomalies within the twisting nether.

At last the Horde had gained a backbone, the cowardly Tauren Elders had finally dispatched a minion to see first hand the devastation wrought by Cadia. The minion was no fool and hid within the toxic goo to observe our force. This minion did not go unnoticed.

With the Horde observer removed, there was nothing halting our purge through the Undercity. Guards, citizens and aristocracy fell as we made our way to our ultimate goal: Sylvanis and her lackey Variathmas. These two heretics were personally responsible for the death of the Honorable Grand Marshal Garrithos of Lordaeron. The Grand Marshal fell to Sylvanis' lackey despite saving them from the Scourge! The Grand Marshal left behind seven children, a wife, and two mistresses.

With every step we made towards the lair of the Banshee Queen we could tell the Horde were getting more desperate to stop our advance. Unable to fend us off by strength of arms alone, the Horde resorted to uncoordinated suicide attacks. The attacks were like grains of sand trying to stop the tide of justice. We came to it at last, the lair. None were prepared for what we saw.

Knowing their city was doomed beyond all hope and their dark demonic gods had forsaken them, the Banshee Queen had ordered all minions to defend her. Within the chamber amassed the entire Horde forces, cowering around the Dreadlord Variathmas, hoping that he could protect them from the Crusade of the Light.

The Inquisitors knew it was tactical suicide, the chamber gave powerful strategic advantage to those defending it, there was no way to stop now. The Crusade had come too far to turn back now. With a prayer for Lothar's guidance, we charged.

Despite vastly superior numbers, demonic help and the presence of their leaders, few Horde had the courage to fight. So hopeless was the situation most could only gawk in wonder, questioning how their beloved city could fall so easily.

The carnage was great, both sides suffering casualties. With each passing moment the tactical advantage of the Horde was finally proving its worth...

The last moments were utter chaos. The cursed Banshee Queen held a secret, one which even the Inquisitors of Cadia were unprepared for. Using the power gained from the demons she spawned countless guards to overwhelm our forces! We pressed forward, but the mindless minions of the Forsaken held us back long enough. The crusade ended upon the floor of the chamber of the Banshee Queen. With her last breath, Saint Cydel charged the Dreadlord Varithmas and Sylvanis herself. Thus sacrificing herself so the survivors could make a strategic with-drawl back to Ironforge. Using the holy powers of the Light we resurrected back into the safety of the Alliance homelands, vowing to return again.