My sons and daughters,

The time of war draws near. I call to my family far and wide across Arthos to ready yourselves. Maille and mauls. Sword and spear. Arms and armor. Dredge up every quart of brew, each ounce of vigor. From all corners I give the Warchief's summons. All effort must be put to this, else all shall be lost in the tidal wave of chitinous mass. Upon August's onset, we shall amass and find passage unto the continent of Amaranthia to take the fight to the Brood. Steel yourselves for battle, and may the bugs drown in our spirits.

May the fire light burn brightly in your souls. Prepare for the gathering. Prepare for war.

Gigoliath the Flame Thrower
Brew Master of the Kraja
Warchief of the Brewlord Clan
Slayer of Shuc'Noc the Eternal