The smell of smoke still lingers among charred beams, and cinders squeak underfoot as you pick through the shattered ruins of what was allegedly once the legendary beer-soaked halls of the Grim Maw. A large axe juts stark against the grey sky from one of the larger beams, pinning a heavy flapping skin from which the crimson seal of the Horde is briefly seen. Holding the skin still, the orcish script seared into it reads: "The Orgrimmar Pet Society wishes to remind you to spay your cats and dogs, and to cage mini-Diablos at least 30 yards from any high-proof alcohol distilleries on your premises." Scrawled below in charcoal, "Our Vengeance burns anew... seek the inferno if you dare." (( We have moved sites... find us at http://grimmawclan.com ))