Crescenthorn stood in Wintergrasp Keep, he didn't really know how he had got inside, but that really didn't matter. He muttered to the spirits and he morphed into a wolf. He ran along the snow down the mountain, into the east wing of Wintergrasp Keep. He knew there would some Alliance there, going to have a siege vehicle built for them. He was nearly inside the Workshop when he, for no apparent reason pulled out one of his totems. The totem let out a hissing noise and exploded into flames, which Crescenthorn jumped easily. A night elf rogue had been caught in the fire, screaming for, probably, his life. Crescenthorn rushed in, maces a blurr and sent the elf into eternal slumber. He sighed and walked off towards the heart of the keep.
He met no resistance, as he should have and walked straight up the stairwell, trying to blot out the noises of explosions from the tanks. "This isn't right..." he mumbled, letting his eyes take a quick sweep over the corridor. Shrugging he set to work. The words of the goblin engineers fresh in his mind. Place the box on the ground. Cross the red wire, with the green wire. Wait two minutes, then run like hell. He had crossed the wires when he felt breathing on the nape of his neck. His fur began to bristle, he turned around, but no one was there. He nervously glanced about the keep. Something definately wasnt right. He turned back towards the explosive. Then he heard something whisper to him, "Move thr...aces left, twis...ound an...ling your mace dire...front of you." The sentence was jumbled but he understood it perfectly. He follow the instructions and after throwing his mace a human paladin rushed through the doorway from the workshop area. "He must have found the corpse." Crescenthorn breathed. The mace flew forwards, directly at the humans head. The spirits of wind sending it spiriling, creating a vortex of air to increase the force of the blow. The human screamed in pure terror as the tornado flew at him, long enough to warn that something was wrong.It crashed into his skull with an ear-splitting crack. He heard yelling in Common, which could only be, "Chaaaarge!" Dozens of Alliance flooded from each of the keep's wings. "By the Earthmother spare me..." Crescenthorn whispered, his voice betraying a little too much of his panic.