The Assault on Dynastus Hall

[Lysimachus]

Lysimachus dej Dynastus had been attending the bi-weekly soirée hosted by the rural but very wealthy Duchess Sebira Brightblaze (the elder brother of whom had, in some cruel trick of fate, found himself at the Magister's Terrace in a rather unfortunate point in history, thereby passing the estates onto his younger sibling), when the conversation turned toward the Alliance.

"Yes, a strange twist, our current position," Lady Brightblaze said. "Only years ago, my family fought alongside the humans." She waved away a servant who stepped forward to offer her more wine. "It is all very well, I suppose. These new allies are, on the whole, much more willing to take an arrow for any one of us."

"Yes," a surprisingly plump elf agreed, "this is true. But it disappoints me how freely they are welcomed into our cities. Why, only two days ago, I'd seen a veritable squadron of them, roaming Silvermoon as though it were some hunting ground!" He snorted, probably not unexpectedly.

The Duchess narrowed her feline-like eyes and focused them on one of the now-quieter of her guests. Lysimachus squirmed in his seat under her scrutinizing stare, clearly uncomfortable. She concurred, "Indeed, Mr. do'Plumpenstache," not looking away from her point of contention. "I simply can't imagine who would have invited such a crude band into the Capital." Her gaze lingered a moment longer before she took an interrupting sip at her wine.

"WELL," Lysimachus responded to the unspecified prompting, now on the defensive, "they weren't ALL helling orcs, you know. Many were in actuality of our own."

"Intriguing," Sebira delicately returned her glass to a side table, a sharp crystalline sound emitting from its impact. "Do elaborate, Lysimachus. I am curious as to what you could possibly have done to necessitate their presence."

The Marquess sniffed, not missing her demonstration of hierarchical superiority. "It was the evening of my House's fox-hunt." He straightened up, looking between several attendees. "A very noble and ancient sport, as you all know." With a wide sweep of his hand, he conjured a clear image of the gates of Silvermoon City.

"I had been escorting my contestants to the front of the city. Mind you, not everyone present here was actually ELIGIBLE, but I must maintain a façade for our allies, as we all do."

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"The hunt itself went very well, though ended quickly; shortly after its conclusion, however, we were attacked by a sizeable contingent of Alliance soldiers. No DOUBT they were targeting I and my guests. The fight escalated, and we fled back to the city; they re-engaged us on the steps of Dynastus Hall, the conniving hellers!"

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"Now, under normal circumstances, my Hall's security squadron would quite easily fend such a ridiculous group of brigands off, but I'd found -- and I daresay I discovered this only today --- that my guards had drunken themselves into a stupor in my absence! The nerve of the proletariat, I say!

It ought to be noted that, in actuality, Lysimachus had fired ninety-five percent of his guard staff the week before over an incident concerning a red pickle-dish. Nevitt Autumburst, the Hall's administrator, had been unable to find willing replacements in the interim.

"The Allied sin-suckers and homoSEXUALS forced their way into mine own HOUSE, slaughtering multitudes of innocent serving-wenches and effectively routing I and my present assistants. It was at this time that we were regrettably necessitated to request the aid of certain other agents, thereby reinforcing the number of barbarians in my unit."

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"So, my dear Lady Brightblaze, you now understand the predicament I found myself in, and the causality behind the raucous troop of green-skins and horned-hellers in our city. At any rate, after the human-led battalion had ruined much of Dynastus Hall, we regrouped and continued the conflict in my estate's only partially-completed Botanica."

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"It was a raging sort of interaction, I'd say. However, between the considerable Arcane prowess of myself, my sister, and several of our more devoted servants, we did manage to force our would-be assassins into retreat, though as I'd said before not without significant casualties and damage to the Hall's infrastructure. The damn, scheming bastards."

It should be again noted that at this, Lysimachus looked around confusedly, inquiring as to who had "said that." When no responses were forthcoming, he waved it away and formed a final image. The good Marquess does not understand any curse save for "helling" and its variants, due to undisclosed childhood trauma.

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His demonstration now complete, the gathering of nobles was silent. His vibrant and life-like portrayal of that evening's events, of course complemented almost entirely by magic, had been unexpected. After some manner of time, it was the portly Mr. do'Plumpenstache that spoke. "Well," he began slowly, but with some degree of conviction, "we should probably see to some sort of counter-action."

Settling stiffly back into his chair, Lysimachus dej Dynastus nodded, a slow but certain grimace creeping into his expression. "I rather agree, Mr. do'Plumpenstache. I rather agree."

[Masquerade]

((I absolutely LOVE your proper use of language! It's so fun to read. ^^))

[Duroxas]

(( Kept looking around for my useless, laggy ass in those screens. Darn alliance, why cant they attack in small groups like any decent people!))

[Lysimachus]

(( Thanks Masque! I like reading your GuildPage histories, too ^_^ i mean, those things you post on your guild recruitment page.

Oh, and Duro, this is for you! ))

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(( If one of these hellers isn't you, then there's your name on a screen, at least :D ))

[CytianaMoonarrow]

[I see my pancaked self! YES!]

[Urivial]

Carlos sighed, frustrated that a simple mission now required such a long report.



The Dead Scar


Cenarion Vigil had asked Sentio Signum to spare a couple Paladins to defend their botanist as she explored the Dead Scar. We of course agreed and Sir Cavanaugh and I were sent. The Botanist also hired some mercenaries along the way, as I recall this rankled Sir Cavanaugh a bit.

Either way, we were walking up the scar protecting the Night Elf woman who was taking soil samples when what I can only assume from his dress, a Blood Elf noble ran up. Now, the Mercenaries with us nearly decapitated the thing in the spot, but Sir Cavanaugh called for a halt to the violence (and rightfully so! These elves WERE once our allies) which thankfully, for once, the Mercenaries listened to.

The Blood Elf moved off a few dozen yards a hand at his neck rubbing it. Sir Cavanaugh stepped forward to ask the Blood Elf if he was ok. The Blood Elf took up a fighting position at which point Cav motioned to me and I yelled "HOLD!" to keep the Mercenaries at bay. Sir Cavanaugh tried to reason with the Noble at this point, but it seemed as if the Noble would have none of it.

The next thing I know, Cav finds himself a turtle and I'm yelling "FORWARD!" The scene erupts into violence, with the Mercenaries taking down the Noble and the two elves who had gotten too close by, while I was busy turning Cavanaugh back to his human form.

A few minutes later we held an emergency meeting between the Cenarion Vigil representative and Sir Cav and I. We wondered. Why would a Blood Elf Noble be so against us trying to fix the Dead Scar? At this point we came to the conclusion that this Noble HAD to be part of a large conspiracy involving the Dead Scar.

We went to check the Noble's Body and found that he was gone. Apperently Mercenaries don't know how to tell if someone's breathing. Luckily one of them was competent enough to be an engineer AND know he was breathing. The engineer had put a small mechanic device on the Blood Elf to track him. We followed him across Eversong before he finally retired to his house in Silvermoon. We hesitated for only a brief moment before charging in.

The next couple of hours are chaotic, We reach the house after fighting through numerous guards and freelancers. We are busy searching it when a huge force arrives to fight us. We eventually repel them and find what we are looking for. After fighting them for 15 more minutes Sir Cavanaugh orders a full retreat, luckily we had a mage among the Mercenaries.

I conclude my report by saying we now have uncontestable evidence that Marquess Lysimachus dej Dynastus is involved in attempting to harvest the Dead Scar for some unknown plot. I advise further action be taken.

((That was a fun night d^.^b Sadly I took no pics :( ))

[CytianaMoonarrow]

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Cytiana scowled at the cracked vial of soil, her brows furrowing with her irritation. Almost ALL the dirt had leaked out by this point, and none of what was left was NEAR useable!

Having taken her request to some comrades, she was escorted north, with fairly few. Around eight to ten- enough for a defense, but not enough for a full fledged attack.

The Goal? To take soil samples from certain areas of Eversong Woods, to cross-examine and compare to other samples taken from Western Plaguelands, Eastern Plaguelands, and the Swamp of Sorrows. The Cenarion Circle had asked this of her, and for such a request, so close to anothers capital, the added security was quite a bonus.

…Or so she thought.

The ride north was quiet. The woods passed them by, and not even the hint of danger was detected on the air. Simply put, it was peaceful.

But no! The peace couldn’t have lasted for even fifteen minutes, could it? She sighed, touching her fingers to her forehead in frustration. That foolish Sindorei just had to play with his magic, didn’t he?

“Why though.” She questioned quietly, “Is a very good question.”

[[Screenie for Carlos. :D]]

[Urivial]

((yay! d^.^b))

[Kredorian]

(( I think I am in love.... xferring to Horde to become Lysimachus's bodyguard, inc.))

[Urivial]

((He needs em, -wants in too-))

[Kredorian]

((He needs em, -wants in too-))

(( YES he does! He certainly could use a personal retinue of Knighs!))

[Sabeinne]

((>:] I support this notion.))

[Urivial]

((>:] I support this notion.))

But of course, the lady would need protection as well))

[Sabeinne]

((Shirtless protection specifically.))

[Duroxas]

(( If one of these hellers isn't you, then there's your name on a screen, at least :D ))

((i l u Lysi <3))

(( no none of those hellers are me ))

[Masquerade]

((Everyone loves Lysimachus! =D Incoming band of loyal followers. They'll make knights, and I'll make a character to serve as your maid!))

[Duroxas]

(( wtb evil advisor slot ))

[Urivial]

(( wtb evil advisor slot ))

((...Why would Lysi need such a thing? ;P))

[Duroxas]

(( Why would lysi need bodyguards? ))

[Urivial]

((See title of thread silly ;) ))


EDIT: Although... we were the ones who intially killed him in Eversong... so we'll be protecting him from... us?))

[Qabian]

Qabian put his feet up on the desk and leaned back with his hands behind his head, rocking the uncomfortable chair onto two legs, looking contemplatively out of the window at the square below. There was something deliciously wrong about feeling so good in times like these. If anything, the lack of strenuous personal conflict was putting a damper on his ambitions. Everything was good. Too good. It definitely seemed wrong to enjoy it, but he had lived long enough to learn that things changed. Things always changed.

Silvermoon itself was hardly what it once was. There had been a small possibility of finding someone of at least some use at the dej Dynastus hunt. Social events where one might survey and judge the populace were rare enough these days, and the sin'dorei restriction might have led to a greater quality, but no.

Still, the mage smirked to himself in recollection. His attempts to provoke the host into "responses of interest" had been interrupted by the arrival of the Alliance contingent. And of course, the hunter least interested in the prey and reward would be the one to find the prize, perhaps due to the shared qualities Lysimachus had implied in his pretty speech.

The dej Dynastus family had a habit of holding to ways Qabian himself had never been a part of with any sincerity, and he didn't particularly want to bloody his hands in their politics again, not at this point in time. The discovery of the fox had been a perfect opportunity to test their mettle and provoke a greater response of interest than words likely could. Qabian didn't know the troll at all other than by sight of recognition from the streets of Dalaran, but if anyone should not be allowed to win the contest from a dej Dynastus point of view, it was the brash, overly excitable barbarian fool that stood for just about everything their type found distasteful, so Qabian discreetly instructed the troll as to the prey's location and, with an air of smug self-satisfaction, left the rest of the game to unfold.

In the end, Qabian had been called away before he could see the fruits of the chaos he had hoped to instigate, and he hardly walked in circles where the news might reach him. Perhaps the host had decided not to award the prize to the target of Qabian's redirection, after all. But despite the lack of any useful introductions or ensuing discord, that evening had been a success nonetheless. Nobles had a habit of playing with such curious toys.


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The man whose office Qabian was occupying returned, snapping Qabian out of his reverie. "Sir. Please remove your feet from my desk," the man said with a scowl.

"Hmm?" Qabian flashed the man a grin, sitting forward slowly. "And? Will we require... insurance... after all?"

The man dropped a large folder stuffed with papers on the desk and sat down across from Qabian, frowning. "Outland is hardly a safe place even now. Arrangements will need to be made."

Qabian smirked. "Arrangements? I'm sure."

((I thought I took more, but apparently that was my only screenshot, ha!))

[Masquerade]

((But we KNOW he needs servants. They was all mercilessly slaughtered!

WTB skimpy maid outfit and duster, plz. I expect to be paid a minimum of 1000g per hour.))

[Niktika]

((If you guys transfer there will be much death and destruction to follow. Massive amounts of death and destruction! Do not tempt me.

O and hi me! I see me in all of those!))

[Aleria Fadeleaf]

((Not that I'd transfer, but if Lysimachus needs an accountant...))

[Taleron]

*A letter with the Royal Seal of Silvermoon laying on the desk of Lysimachus*

To the Patriarch of Hourse Dej Dynastus,

My lord, I have been advised, by the Regent Lord himself, that your house has recently come under direct attack by several clans of Alliance assassins. Due to the apparent lack of protection that you currently have the Regent Lord has advised me to seek you out and to offer my blade as your own personal escort in hopes of preventing such a dastardly attack from repeating itself.

My charge is the protection of the House Dej Dynastus and your assests hence. If this is something you should find desirable I would arrange a meeting so that we can deal with the details of my service.

Respectfully,

Tale'ron Brightblade, Blood Knight of Silvermoon.

*signed with a flourish*

[Trigin]

(( BLOOD TRAITOR!!! ))

[Aleria Fadeleaf]

(( BLOOD TRAITOR!!! ))

((*Waves flag with a dollar sign on it, reading underneath, in bright green letters, Profit before Patriotism*))

[Lysimachus]

To one Sir Taleron Brightblade,

Your epistle has been received by my Lord dej Dynastus, and after careful deliberation, your offer has been accepted. Under his direction, you will, if you please, be shown to personal quarters located within the undamaged portion of Dynastus Hall.

Though your initial background check has demonstrated a man of good faith, there is required further questioning, in that we have recently lost a considerable portion of the estate security force. If you are so experienced, able, and willing, we would be well suited to have you on as Captain of the Guard.

Expect further correspondence for confirmation of an in-person meeting.

With Great Expectations,


Nevitt Autumnburst


Administrator of House dej Dynastus

[Imara]

A rolled parchment delivered to one, Lysimachus dej Dynastus:


Mr. Lysimachus,

I wanted to thank you for letting me watch your hunt this evening. I had wondered what exactly "Young Male Elves of Proper Upbringing" were and what was so special about their hunting. I'm not entirely sure I completely understand, but it was entertaining nonetheless. I'm sorry that annoying troll had to go and win. Oh, and no offense taken about the thinking I was a boy thing. I often confuse male and female elves too. See you around!

Imara Wildmane

[Techpriest Jadoko]

In contrast to his way of speaking, Jadoko actually writes fluent Orcish.

To the fancy noble guy known as Lysimachus:

Upon taking a part your "gentlemanly" event of fox hunting (which I do thank you for allowing me to take part in, regardless of my background), and the carnage that the Alliance force caused upon your home, it has occurred to me that perhaps you have need for guards.

I have a friend by the name of Tyran Lightsun. He's a do-gooder Paladin that, you know, does the right things, makes sure the Light is upheld, blah blah blah. However, he is also a very accomplished fighter, and very adept in his heavy armor. He'd fit the profile of a guard perfectly, as long as you ignore his nonsense lectures.

Maybe some stationary work would do Mr. Lightsun some good. He's been running back and forth taking care of the Redridge Orphanage, but with the funds he managed to scrape up, this may not be needed for much longer.

I can make the arrangements. Reply to my letter as you see fit (minus the extremely hard to read "FANCY" Thalassian that you used), and I will make sure to pass the idea along to him.

Also, I hope that more Elves end up like you. Opening your event to me, even though it was clear I was not a Elven noble or whatever nonsense you have, was quite a kind gesture. That is mostly why I'm willing to direct Mr. Lightsun to your establishment.

Regards,

Techpriest Jadoko