"...It wasn't long before the Horde armies realized that Dustwallow would be the most difficult obstacle of them all. On top of the unforgiving terrain, the Alliance-controlled Highway was lined up with siege engines from Theramore. The Horde Offensive came to a screeching halt. If Theramore was to be razed, it would require time and persistence.
While the Horde forces began their slow trek through the swampland, the Alliance began to prepare for the inevitable Siege of Theramore. A dire request for reinforcements was sent out to all neighboring Alliance armies. The first message was received by a kaldorei faction in Feralas, stationed at the Feathermoon Stronghold. Without much hesitation, the call for help was answered..."
Lorekeeper Dralosa reflected quietly in her chambers. The Kaldorei Elder Priestess and her people had rallied their sisters and brothers to join in the assault, to prevent Theramore's fall. Would it be enough to stymie the unquenched bloodthirst of the Horde war machine?
She sagged in her chair. There was no point in seeking the answer. The committment was more than worthy. If Theramore were to fall, if Kalimdor were rendered insecure in its totality, the Exodar, newly functioning, may be lost...
She shuddered at the thought. For Kalimdor, she murmured. She prepared to send the Sha'nash, once more, to war.