We knew something was up in Stormwind, since the King had set up camp in the Harbor. Valiant warriors lined the lookout point, keen to be the first to see attackers on the horizon.
Whatever was going on, clearly, the King was not pleased.
Once the invaders struck, I could not help my innate boomkin tendencies…and much rooting ensued.
Did I mention they were VERY BIG roots?
Relative calm came over the harbor after we pushed back the invaders.
And much rejoicing — and some DDR (Druid Dance Revolution) ensued.