A cloaked female figure stepped out of the shadows. In the middle of the night and with a rain like this, people would probably prefer to stay indoors, but taking a precaution is never a mistake. She stopped at a corner again, her eyes darting here and there from under the hood that covered her head. It was clear that she didn't wish to be followed. Satisfied that no one was around, she relaxed slightly before turning to a dead end and approached the wall in front of her. She put a hand on the wall, closed her eyes and focused.
With a creak, a part of the wall swung open and she went inside, the wall behind her closed almost immediately. Once inside she took the hood of her cloak off, revealing a long blue hair and a face with stony expression. Inside the room there were several others like her, night elves. All of them are busy, some are studying charts while others are obviously trying to contact someone, but to no avail.
The female was greeted by another one, asking what had brought her there. "I wish to speak to the General, I have news about our outposts on North Canada." she replied. This quickly silenced the room, and all gazes turned upon her. They, ALL of them in the room, had tried hard to make contact with those in the outposts which lay on Northen Canada. They had sent owls with messages, used modern human technology, phones, internet. They had even sent scouting parties, but to no result. The owls for once refused to obey their commanders, after two or three days of flying the owls would return with still the previous message. Calls from what the humans called telephones weren't answered. And the scouts apparently never returned.
" I'm listening" said a commanding voice from behind, they turned towards the General. Shandris Feathermoon has always been an imposing figure, clad in her armor with her bow slung easily on her back, she stepped downstairs and approached the previous female.
"General" she bowed deeply, Shandris indicated her to rise "I have news about our outposts, all of them were destroyed." She said in a slow voice. This news struck Shandris dumb for a moment, but it paled in comparison with the second thing she reported "some of the outposts were literally razed to the ground, with almost no evidence left to mark what had been there before." There was an audible gasp from the others gathered around them.
"Did you find bodies?" Shandris asked the female, as she thought that bodies of their enemy could give them a clue about who they're dealing with.
"Unfortunately general, I did not see anything that shows evidence toward our enemies neither do I find those of our forces garrisoned there" Shandris' shoulders slumped lightly "although" the female continued with a slight tremor "I found some... remnants... of the scouts which had last been sent to investigate"
Shandris assessed the situation in her mind so the scouts didn't make it after all and they encountered a highly destructive force yet, she couldn't help thinking what could possibly do THAT?It's almost impossible to raze an outpost... no, no outposts manned with battle hardened sentinels to ash. Not to mention they managed it in a matter of weeks, she thought as she recalled the date of the last message she received from one of the outpost, a monthly report that stated that "everything was quiet" and with "minimal signs of activity".
"General? Are you well?" Shandris was brought back by the concerned glances of her officers, nodding, she gestured towards the female who had brought the news "You've done well, go and get some rest". "Thank you general" she replied as she gratefully departed for the inner chambers.
Shandris walked over and sat at her chair, once again trying to think of what had just been brought to her. The activity around her is dispersing, no one tried to reach for the outposts anymore, knowing that it's useless. Some got themselves a seat, while others remained standing, but one was in common to all of them, both their look and thoughts are grave.