This wonderous place was once home sweet home for yours truly. I felt that I would personally bring these to you myself. I had found a young Worgen standing outside and decided to use him to provide an example of the scale of this area.
Oh the good ol days when I could sleep the day off while my goblin minions would bolt Ademantite plates to my hide. Of course I could take the pain, in fact I relished in it. *shiver*
Well, back to Grim Batol. It was once a home to the Wildhammer Dwarves before they were driven away by the corruption caused by Tharusian and his Dark Iron Dwarves. Well, I took advantage of this, and chose it as my base of operations, as well as somewhat of a breeding ground for my new dragonflight. That only worked for so long, though I may still have some tricks up my metallic sleeve. The Twilight Hammer seems to have made great use of the interior space, though I am still iffy about their taste in decoration.
Without further ado, Grim Batol.