Deep in the caverns of Yag-mara stands the desolate city of Thalgrimar. Once blooming, now bleeding this city stands still; nothing but the elements mould the mountain to their will. 

Its broken stones like broken bones and battle scars of scorched earth hint at agonizing, unrecovered wounds. Its malevolent dead -long rotten and forgotten- eternally haunt the hollow halls of their sombre tombs. 

The wails of these tortured spirits have faded away but the ruins of Thalgrimar remain to this day. Weathered, but complete, its empty pyres stand tall. 

And it waits. 

It waits for whoever will rule it all.