Last Friday, at nine bells in the Undercity, a strange ritual, long unseen in that quarter, was undertaken. At least one member of the Black Hand was a witness. But there were not witnesses to that witness.
And what was there to witness?
Whò, that’s who. After a year as a Cherry Pie Peon, we welcome him to the ranks of the super-secret none-may-tell elite of the Inner Circle, indeed.
Well done, Whò, yes!
And after his initiation, we took on an Elder God, by C’thun, indeed. Poor Magrik. But Whò struck a telling blow to the greater eyestalk of the Azerothian instantiation of this overgrown tentacle beast, yes.