Laughter and celebration are heard throughout the whole of Orgrimmar, the party having started early in the day, continued on into the evening. As the sky truly darkened the festivities began to die down, but in the heart of the Valley of Honor they continued on. The tavern still quite rowdy, all races of the Horde celebrate the holiday together, drinking, talking of their new years plans, what they want to do with their new found days. A tall, muscular elf leans against the bar, animatedly chatting with one of her best friends, "Oh Tas, I don't know where I'm going to take her this year, we always go somewhere nice, but I feel like we have traveled the entirety of this world." She grins fully, letting it reach her emerald green eyes. Turning to watch the crowd her ponytail would whip her bright red hair to the side, the Tauren turning as well as he responds, "Well Endrada, I would just take her somewhere secluded, romantic?" He draws out his words, eyebrows waggling at ulterior suggestions, "You could always take her to Pandaria and rent out one of those nice homes on the mountains." She nods at this, smile never fading, "You are right, my wife would love anywhere I take her." Taking the last long pull from her drink she slams the tankard on the bar, giggling as she stands, "Speaking of Liz, I've got to get home before midnight to give her a new year's kiss, and hopefully start it off right." She gives him a wink and he waves a huge hand in the air, "May the best of luck follow you, Endrada Blackstrider, and hopefully the answer will come to you soon about that vacation." He returns her bright smile, and with one last wave they depart from one another. She breathes deeply as the cooler air refreshes her body, red and silver armor breathing just enough to let her relax fully. Walking towards the elevator to the zeppelin she would look about, smiling at the people passing by, waving every now and then. Just as she is about to pass the Drag a raspy voice reaches her ears, "Help... help me..." Looking around she would spy a hand waving at her from the shadows, never one to turn down anyone in need, she approaches. From the looks of it a large boulder fell from the plateau, settling on top of an undead, only his arm sticking out, "Just lift it off... please... I may be undead but it still hurts..." Her ears flick back and forth, swearing the voice was coming from behind her, but when she looks, no one is there. Cracking her neck gently she would nod, "Okay, hold still... well I suppose you have to... I'm going to move it..." Digging her gauntlets underneath the boulder she would breathe slow, hoisting it off in one swift motion, dirt and dust puffing up all around them. She coughs and waves her hand in front of her face, closing her eyes as it clears. When it finally settles she looks to find only an arm laying there, eerily waving at her, and suddenly everything goes black.
Phaoris, the brave leader and King of Uldum, searches for weeks, tirelessly looking for his general who seems adamant to never be found, "The enchantment we put on this map will either show us exactly where she is, or... not work..." states the kingdom's Mage, looking nervous as ever, "Just do it, we have scoured every inch of this world and still no sign of her, we have to hope she's not dead." A small gasp comes from the side of the room, the man's eyes widening as he turns to find his only daughter, Lyneah, "You are supposed to be resting, you of all people have looked the hardest." She shakes her head, blonde locks waving from side to side. Her posture as she approaches is that of a princess, graceful as she glides towards her father. The gown that hugs her form is very revealing, offering much of her tan skin to look upon, but it's the required wear for a princess, the gold belt and latches offering any onlooker the knowledge of her importance. She runs her perfectly manicured nails through her hair, eyes watering just a bit, "She is my wife, of course I've looked the hardest for her, now do the spell, so we can be on with this." She looks to the mage who nods firmly. His hands draw a fiery rune upon the map, however it does not burn the parchment. When his finger attaches the lines they shine a bright white, "Endrada Blackstrider." He murmers, the rune dissapating into flurries before all gathering at a single spot on the map. The three gathered lean to look at the blinking light, brows furrowing as eyes shoot up to each other now, "She's in Orgrimmar? What in the world would be she doing there?" The King sits back, rubbing his neck in an uncharacteristic form of worry, "She used to reside there when she was a soldier of the Horde, but since coming to join our cause only goes now and then to see her friends... I'm afraid of what it is that keeps her there now." He eyes his daughter, the woman nodding, "I will go find her, I don't know the area well, but they have guards stationed all over the big cities, I will call upon them should I get lost." With a heavy sigh the King nods again, "Sending you isn't my first choice, but sending an envoy of soldiers might be suspicious in the Horde capital. Any necessities will be yours to call upon obviously, take some food and clothing should your stay need be extended." With one last look at the ominously blinking light on the map, they all turn to go their seperate ways.