Mythoren looked across the tent from where he stood, as the Immortals followed in behind his Tribune, Frost. A a quick smile lit his face. You could not ask for better officers. They exemplified everything one would expect in such a position, all Honorable and Valiant in their cause. They were more than just officers in a war though, they were his dearest friends. These seven brave men and women had answered the call to come to Azeroth’s aid time and time again. Faction wars, an Undead Incursion, attempted Annihilation from both the Void and Burning Legion, as well as Deathwing’s pursuit to destroy our very world; those moments had only steeled the Immortals’ resolve. Guilt tugged at his heart. Now he was asking his friends to risk it all once again. Mythoren knew the Immortals would, without hesitation, continue to answer the call as the Azeroth’s last hope,                                                                    as they lead their armies into the very face of Doom.