It was a dark and rainy day. Just about anywhere else the sun would be high in the sky without a cloud in it. Not on Tol Barad, though. On Tol Barad, it was always dark. But it wasn’t just the rain that made it so; the island itself gave off an air of unpleasantness. From the ruined fortress on the main island to the spider infested forest on the peninsula, Tol Barad had one of the most unfriendly atmospheres on all of Azeroth. From the moment you set foot through the portal in either Stormwind, main capital of the Alliance, or Orgrimmar, main capital of the Horde, it was impossible to mistake the dark aura that permeated from the island.
Maximbor, a dwarf shaman, stooped by an oversized spider in the forest on the peninsula. He’d been at it all day, killing spiders and collecting their silk sacks, or whatever they used to create their webs. The dwarf didn’t understand why he couldn’t just collect the webs directly; there were certainly enough webs in the forest