Cristok
02-16-2009, 01:12 PM
Cristok had finally gotten them all together. On the far southern shores of Kalimdor at the most remote location he could find, he summoned the leaders of every organization and fighting force he could find. THIS was to be the beginning of the end. The army he knew was needed to end the War was possible.
Eleven Guilds were represented. Each brought two representatives. The meeting was large and many voices spoke.
“ We WASTE blood fighting the Alliance while the Lich King threatens all!”
“ That is COWARDICE!”
“ Why are we even here?!”
Cristok furrowed his brow as the gathering seemed less pliable than they each had in person. Recent events had thwarted his attempt to bring the likes of Sanctuary to the table. With the opening of hostilities he had hoped to unite all in a single endeavor. The representatives of Sanctuary were conspicuously absent in fact, unable to quell any suspicion of their conspiracy.
“ We all have in our power the ability to determine, for ourselves, the course of our actions. That freedom sets us apart from the mindless soldiers of this realm, who fight for no purpose or reason.” Cristok made his case for a declaration of the Free Horde. “ Regardless how you feel about the War, I ask that we unite under this principal of self determination.”
The Druid was in an odd position to be making such claims of even handedness. Cristok was routinely leading assaults on Alliance strongholds and cities. Most understood that Cristok sought a bigger force to do these. His efforts to entice the more passive Guilds with a broader mandate was advised heavily against by those closest to him.
“ We are mercenaries. We fight for gold. We need no Council to help us do that.”
“ We cannot support this without having a more specific purpose.”
“What power would this group wield anyway?”
He was making some progress. The news of the day was on his side. The Humans had declared war. Thrall himself sent letters of reward to those sacking Alliance cities, the Grim receiving theirs just the day or two before. If there was ever a time near consensus, this was it.
The meeting broke up with no clear result. Cristok told them to think on his proposal and to gather again to decide. In the meantime, for those willing, War operations were to be planned on. A select group of Guilds stayed to discuss things.
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A week passed and the first united operation of this Coalition was to ensue. Cristok spent the week in the Emerald Dream swirling among the Nightmare it seemed. He was to test the will and resolve of the coalition.
Many times had the Infection rode with the Grim. They each lined their forces up, facing each other as if to do battle. Cristok was almost uneasy standing between the two groups. The Lady Pearlle brought her men and Zerrah of Symbiosis brought his. A full battalion of a diverse group, the bulk of which were Grim and Infection. The Warlord Keraph and Cristok conferred.
“ We must assault the King of Ironforge.”
“ Certainly, I was planning on this operation here.” Cristok pointed at the plans and maps laid out on a tree stump. “ And we can assault the King as part of this.”
The troops were assembled and ready. Cristok envisioned a future assault of three battalions strong, all in concert, acting as one. He was lost in day dreaming of this as the Horde assembled began getting restless. They may feast on each other soon if I don’t find Alliance, he thought.
A glorious parade of strength followed Cristok out of Grom’gol to the gates of Stormwind. He was nervous about hitting the city first on the way to Ironforge, but they were in position. Defenseless souls that crossed their path were cut down. They gathered in the forest outside Stormwind. This was going to be easy.
Cristok gave the order to engage and all hell broke loose.
As half the force attacked, the rest split off into the City. His orders were misunderstood if not misguided in the first place.
“ We must make it to the Tram!” shouted a reasonable enough voice.
The Grim stood by Cristok thereby splitting the force in half. As they made their way through the city, many started to fall. They re-grouped in the trains, taking precious time. Their advantage was wasted early. The operation was to fail.
The leaders began recriminating each other.
“You didn’t follow my order!”
“It was a foolish command!.”
“ We would have been fine if we stuck together!”
The troops were looking to their leaders and at least a few of the Grim snickered. Most of Cristok’s own people indulged his vision but viewed it as folly. The Alliance were gathering on both sides of their position having seen the all too familiar tabards. The Grim never got far into enemy territory without familiar knights coming to aid the city. Cristok knew this particular group was a good prize for the Alliance. They would have to flee.
After an attempt to surge out of the Tram, the forces made portals and retreated.
“ We will have to talk Druid.” griped the Warlord, Keraph.
The coalition was not a success, just like the meeting. Perhaps it is simply not in the cards that the Grim lead. Cristok had no choice however.
“ I can’t stop now. The War demands much of us all, and this is no time to falter.”
“ It was simply a first step.”
“ We will find victory yet.”
(( Feel free to add your view of the meeting and the assault afterward if you were there!))
Eleven Guilds were represented. Each brought two representatives. The meeting was large and many voices spoke.
“ We WASTE blood fighting the Alliance while the Lich King threatens all!”
“ That is COWARDICE!”
“ Why are we even here?!”
Cristok furrowed his brow as the gathering seemed less pliable than they each had in person. Recent events had thwarted his attempt to bring the likes of Sanctuary to the table. With the opening of hostilities he had hoped to unite all in a single endeavor. The representatives of Sanctuary were conspicuously absent in fact, unable to quell any suspicion of their conspiracy.
“ We all have in our power the ability to determine, for ourselves, the course of our actions. That freedom sets us apart from the mindless soldiers of this realm, who fight for no purpose or reason.” Cristok made his case for a declaration of the Free Horde. “ Regardless how you feel about the War, I ask that we unite under this principal of self determination.”
The Druid was in an odd position to be making such claims of even handedness. Cristok was routinely leading assaults on Alliance strongholds and cities. Most understood that Cristok sought a bigger force to do these. His efforts to entice the more passive Guilds with a broader mandate was advised heavily against by those closest to him.
“ We are mercenaries. We fight for gold. We need no Council to help us do that.”
“ We cannot support this without having a more specific purpose.”
“What power would this group wield anyway?”
He was making some progress. The news of the day was on his side. The Humans had declared war. Thrall himself sent letters of reward to those sacking Alliance cities, the Grim receiving theirs just the day or two before. If there was ever a time near consensus, this was it.
The meeting broke up with no clear result. Cristok told them to think on his proposal and to gather again to decide. In the meantime, for those willing, War operations were to be planned on. A select group of Guilds stayed to discuss things.
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A week passed and the first united operation of this Coalition was to ensue. Cristok spent the week in the Emerald Dream swirling among the Nightmare it seemed. He was to test the will and resolve of the coalition.
Many times had the Infection rode with the Grim. They each lined their forces up, facing each other as if to do battle. Cristok was almost uneasy standing between the two groups. The Lady Pearlle brought her men and Zerrah of Symbiosis brought his. A full battalion of a diverse group, the bulk of which were Grim and Infection. The Warlord Keraph and Cristok conferred.
“ We must assault the King of Ironforge.”
“ Certainly, I was planning on this operation here.” Cristok pointed at the plans and maps laid out on a tree stump. “ And we can assault the King as part of this.”
The troops were assembled and ready. Cristok envisioned a future assault of three battalions strong, all in concert, acting as one. He was lost in day dreaming of this as the Horde assembled began getting restless. They may feast on each other soon if I don’t find Alliance, he thought.
A glorious parade of strength followed Cristok out of Grom’gol to the gates of Stormwind. He was nervous about hitting the city first on the way to Ironforge, but they were in position. Defenseless souls that crossed their path were cut down. They gathered in the forest outside Stormwind. This was going to be easy.
Cristok gave the order to engage and all hell broke loose.
As half the force attacked, the rest split off into the City. His orders were misunderstood if not misguided in the first place.
“ We must make it to the Tram!” shouted a reasonable enough voice.
The Grim stood by Cristok thereby splitting the force in half. As they made their way through the city, many started to fall. They re-grouped in the trains, taking precious time. Their advantage was wasted early. The operation was to fail.
The leaders began recriminating each other.
“You didn’t follow my order!”
“It was a foolish command!.”
“ We would have been fine if we stuck together!”
The troops were looking to their leaders and at least a few of the Grim snickered. Most of Cristok’s own people indulged his vision but viewed it as folly. The Alliance were gathering on both sides of their position having seen the all too familiar tabards. The Grim never got far into enemy territory without familiar knights coming to aid the city. Cristok knew this particular group was a good prize for the Alliance. They would have to flee.
After an attempt to surge out of the Tram, the forces made portals and retreated.
“ We will have to talk Druid.” griped the Warlord, Keraph.
The coalition was not a success, just like the meeting. Perhaps it is simply not in the cards that the Grim lead. Cristok had no choice however.
“ I can’t stop now. The War demands much of us all, and this is no time to falter.”
“ It was simply a first step.”
“ We will find victory yet.”
(( Feel free to add your view of the meeting and the assault afterward if you were there!))