Journal of Clerk Horrace Whitesteed
The Battle for Hillsbrad
We just received word that Southshore has been lost. The Forsaken war machine is too powerful. We are no match for their chemical weapons.
I will attempt, however futilely, to keep this journal updated. I must record these atrocities for posterity.
Many of the farmers and residents of Hillsbrad fled. Some attempted to venture east to Arathi Highlands. They never made it. Slaughtered before they reached Thoradin's Wall.
Many went north to seek refuge in Silverpine Forest. They walked right into the heart of enemy territory! Insane, I know, but they claim that the worgen are now on our side. Last I heard they made it to Fenris Isle. We lost contact with them after that. Worgen? Could it be true...
We knew our time was limited. We evacuated everyone that we could, but Burnside stated that he would go down with Hillsbrad. We all agreed to stand by his side.
Magistrate Burnside, Citizen Wilkes, Blacksmith Verringtan and the farmers, Getz, Kalaba and Ray remain here as well as a few dozen farmhands.
The Hillsbrad Fields are no more. Those that did not flee were captured. The Forsaken have declared us as prisoners of war. We are to be laborers at their new plantation.
They incinerated our farms and made us watch. Construction begins tomorrow.
Construction of their plantation is nearly complete. This place resembles no farm or plantation that I've ever seen.
The warden of the plantation, Stillwater, arrived today. He lined all of us up and gave us medical examinations. Nobody knows what's going on.
We've started laboring in the sludge fields. They grow poisonous mushrooms in fetid water and muck.
I hear screams coming from the Warden's manor. People are starting to disappear.
I overheard some guards talking about the farmers, Ray, Getz and Kalaba. Something terrible has happened to them - of this I am certain.
Those of us that remain are scared for our lives. Some of the farmers claim to have seen ghouls running amok at night.
A strange turn of events today: a master apothecary from Tarren Mill arrived. From what little information I am able to gather he is here to supervise the operations. Lydon is his name.
Master Apothecary Lydon was dragged away by Stillwater's guards. He was yelling and screaming that the Dark Lady would have Stillwater's head for this. What is he talking about, I wonder?
I saw them take away Burnside and Verringtan last night. I can only assume that I'm next.
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