Necrosis
04-27-2006, 02:38 PM
"Hmm, what do have for me this day my goblin friend?” Necrosis asked smiling at the little goblin Bruiser standing in the alcove to Booty Bay “What have you heard?”
“Na… nothing important” the goblin said looking down.
Necrosis’ smile turned to a frown “That is disappointing.” Turning to walk away Necrosis added “Remember if you wish to have my blessing you must find me information. I will speak to you in a weeks time”
“No blessing? Wait, please wait my lord!” the bruiser jumped up and down.
Necrosis turned “Yes?! If you have something tell me, tell me now. I have other matters to attend to.”
The goblin fidgeted “Th…the Rooks are planning to hunt Horde in the Vale this upcoming Tuesday night."
“Hmm, excellent my little friend, we have encountered their Order before. Look into my eyes to receive my blessing.” As the bruiser looked up Necrosis sharpened his thoughts and forced his way into the little goblins mind taking control. He searched the goblins mind for the rest of the information. Necrosis than removed the memories of regret, guilt and anger that troubled the goblins mind. In their place Necrosis left behind thoughts of extreme bliss and a sense of loyalty to The Grim.
Leaving the goblin sleeping in the alcove Necrosis returned to the Grim guild hall…
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Necrosis addressed the assembled Grim “Hmm, my spies tell me that the Rooks are looking to make there mark on Stranglethorn. The Rooks are allies of the foolish Ironforge Regiment. There is opportunity for bloodshed…”. Necrosis filled his brethren in the details of their plan.
Lascivious, a woman undead warrior, was the first to reply “Your paranoia serves you well priest. I think it would be amusing to assemble a Grim force at Grom'gol and wait for these Rooks.”
Bloodscream, an orc warrior, spoke up “Well dey open up so many interestin possibilities dey do!” Standing he continued “Dey will gatha in Booty Bay, den go trompin around in teams of four...Deyrfore, Orcish logic says we should gather up in groups of ten, wait roughly one howa afta dey scheduled start time and den send our fists out huntin DEM... Dis will no doubt degenerate deyr plans into regroupin, which is when we fall back to Grom Gol, hide in da zep towa, and send out scouts, patience will see to da rest."
Necrosis nodded “Hmmm, yes let us meet them in the Vale and show them that it is not the Horde that is the prey. We assemble at Grom’gol this Tuesday at 7:15pm, we begin our hunt and ride out towards Booty Bay at 7:30.”
Grolish, a tauren shaman, spoke up “think we should give them Rooks a proper Grim greeting right from the get-go as they walk out of the tunnel from Booty Bay. We can't be letting them stir up trouble for our younger Horde training in Stranglethorn, can we?”
Necrosis smiled “Well brother that is a fine idea and battle tactic. However, this is not a battle but a hunt. We will field more than these Alliance upstarts and if we meet them as they come out of the tunnel than we will most likely only get to kill their lead scouts as the rest of them will cower in Booty Bay.
Yes, I think we give them time to form their small groups. Some of the weaker Horde may be sacrificed. We will use their cries for assistance to find our pray and the young Horde will see us as their saviors.”
Grolish nodded in agreement “Ah! Necrosis, I see your point. My military upbringing has taught me to think along the lines of battle tactics, not as a sporting hunter. My father trained me to kill quickly and efficiently...sparing them for a short period of time to allow for an entertaining hunt did not cross my mind. I think I shall rather enjoy this! Release the hounds!”
Lascivious added “It says they are gathering at the inn, perhaps we could get some of our crazy suicidal mages to go in there and Arcane burst the crap out of them! If we send a couple warriors in there with them, a couple challenging and intimidation shouts would give them time to finish the job when the guards coming running. Then we could gather outside to await them.”
Followed by the druid Trilok “Knowing of their actions Grolish helps one strategize one of two ways. As they move the pawns from the bay we could strike. But like any true rook, they would castle themselves right where they started. Why break down walls when one does not have to?”
The majority of the Grim nodded. Trilock added “Instead we could use true strategy. Give them a few moves, enough to let the rooks get onto the playing field. From there the Grim pieces will already be spread out across the board, waiting, waiting to take down each and every last piece until all that remains is the king. And unlike a game of chess, there is no stalemate when the king is surrounded.. it merely dies one hundred deaths as if it died once. Which seems more strategy? Ending the game before it starts? Or learning to counter the rook?”
Grolish smiled “Well, there are many tactics that could be employed here, depending on what we are interested in achieving. Necrosis and Trilock, you have a sound plan for a sporting hunt and tactical challenge. Lascivious, your idea of blasting them before they get started would be amusing and result in lots of death and destruction in Booty Bay. A thorough military defeat could be accomplished by trapping them in the tunnel. Half of our forces wait at the exit of the tunnel and attack when they appear. The other half are waiting in Booty Bay in the shops and houses. When a lookout sees the group enter the tunnel, the rear guard follows them in, blocking their escape. In this case, they have no chance to recover because the graveyard is at the tunnel exit. Admittedly, there is little sport in this...almost like shooting fish in a barrel. So many possibilities...hard to pick just one! Regardless of which plan we go with, this should be a most enjoyable night.”
Muatah, a tauren hunter, spoke up “Let them spread out into the jungle while we wait in Grom'gol, their hunting parties getting further and further apart. Let them become over-eager and overconfident. Then we crush them.”
Bloodscream spoke again “ But sending a younger rogue to spy on them in Booty Bay seems a right proper plan as well... Where's that crazy sniffing mumbling barking rogue wut was hangin around da halls when ya needs him?!?”
Emerging from the shadows with a sly smirk on his face the undead rogue Abric stated “Hm. The ideals of the mercantile class. It will prove amusing. Know that, regardless of what we do, Necrosis' hand is the one that guides us. His mouth is the one that speaks... and his thoughts are our thoughts. Regardless of your suggestions or your ideals - they are merely opinions to be used for Necrosis' final decision. Success or failure, it is on his shoulders.”
Abric slowly walked to the front of the room “Yesterday night, the Ironforge Regiment with other associates were in the Vale... and they were attacking any Horde who dared to travel the road. This seems to start a habit, Necrosis... a habit that should be broken.”
Abric raised his hand and added “Though be wary; not all Horde in the Vale find the Alliance presence to be 'bad.' I had encountered Grisch, the one who claims to wish peace with the Alliance. He is a fool.... and for his foolery he was cut down by the dwarves - and his only statement after coming to is "they will hear of this." Keep our plan safe; for there are ears everywhere. Let us ensure it is our trap that is set - and not the other way around.”
Necrosis smiled and nodded at the Rogue “Hmmm, here is the plan…”
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Rain was falling as the Grim assembled at the Grom’gol base camp.
Slowly, the Grim force formed into their fists of five. The hour came, all were assembled, and the orders were given. A fist rode out to investigate the hunter’s camp. Another fist rode to the troll ruins south of the base camp and one headed out towards the Gurbashi arena. One fist was held in reserve. Contact with Alliance forces was made at a few of the locations but no sign of the Rooks and the Grim was becoming impatient. Knowing of the Rooks sense of loyalty to one another and skill in battle Necrosis ordered the reserve fist south towards the arena…
Contact! The fist near the arena reported they were under attack. Necrosis ordered the reserve fist to join the battle. Blades flashed, blood spilled, Rook and Grim fell and the Vale sang the song of battle. As Necrosis rode south to the battle he ordered the other fists to engage. While riding in Necrosis was taken down by a concentrated attack by the Rooks but even as he fell the surprised Rooks were slaughtered and broke. Necrosis was soon resurrected by a young Grim shaman.
From his spies information Necrosis knew the Rooks would now plan to reform near Booty Bay, band together as a large group and push North. The hour was also new so the plan was to enter the arena and take the prize if it was dropped by the pirates. Necrosis ordered the Grim to reform near the Arena and hold fast. The Southern most fist again made contact first. Even though a few Grim fell the Rooks stood no hope and the Vale was washed in the Rooks’ blood. The Grim force pushed to Booty Bay.
Sitting atop his undead stead Necrosis yelled out for all the Vale to hear “I declare victory in the name of The Grim and the Horde”. The Grim cheered and yelled out cries of battle and victory as Necrosis ordered them back to Grom’gol.
The green Vale had been washed with red this day as the hunters had become the prey.
((Thanks to the Grim and the Rooks, last Tuesday night was a lot of fun!))
“Na… nothing important” the goblin said looking down.
Necrosis’ smile turned to a frown “That is disappointing.” Turning to walk away Necrosis added “Remember if you wish to have my blessing you must find me information. I will speak to you in a weeks time”
“No blessing? Wait, please wait my lord!” the bruiser jumped up and down.
Necrosis turned “Yes?! If you have something tell me, tell me now. I have other matters to attend to.”
The goblin fidgeted “Th…the Rooks are planning to hunt Horde in the Vale this upcoming Tuesday night."
“Hmm, excellent my little friend, we have encountered their Order before. Look into my eyes to receive my blessing.” As the bruiser looked up Necrosis sharpened his thoughts and forced his way into the little goblins mind taking control. He searched the goblins mind for the rest of the information. Necrosis than removed the memories of regret, guilt and anger that troubled the goblins mind. In their place Necrosis left behind thoughts of extreme bliss and a sense of loyalty to The Grim.
Leaving the goblin sleeping in the alcove Necrosis returned to the Grim guild hall…
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Necrosis addressed the assembled Grim “Hmm, my spies tell me that the Rooks are looking to make there mark on Stranglethorn. The Rooks are allies of the foolish Ironforge Regiment. There is opportunity for bloodshed…”. Necrosis filled his brethren in the details of their plan.
Lascivious, a woman undead warrior, was the first to reply “Your paranoia serves you well priest. I think it would be amusing to assemble a Grim force at Grom'gol and wait for these Rooks.”
Bloodscream, an orc warrior, spoke up “Well dey open up so many interestin possibilities dey do!” Standing he continued “Dey will gatha in Booty Bay, den go trompin around in teams of four...Deyrfore, Orcish logic says we should gather up in groups of ten, wait roughly one howa afta dey scheduled start time and den send our fists out huntin DEM... Dis will no doubt degenerate deyr plans into regroupin, which is when we fall back to Grom Gol, hide in da zep towa, and send out scouts, patience will see to da rest."
Necrosis nodded “Hmmm, yes let us meet them in the Vale and show them that it is not the Horde that is the prey. We assemble at Grom’gol this Tuesday at 7:15pm, we begin our hunt and ride out towards Booty Bay at 7:30.”
Grolish, a tauren shaman, spoke up “think we should give them Rooks a proper Grim greeting right from the get-go as they walk out of the tunnel from Booty Bay. We can't be letting them stir up trouble for our younger Horde training in Stranglethorn, can we?”
Necrosis smiled “Well brother that is a fine idea and battle tactic. However, this is not a battle but a hunt. We will field more than these Alliance upstarts and if we meet them as they come out of the tunnel than we will most likely only get to kill their lead scouts as the rest of them will cower in Booty Bay.
Yes, I think we give them time to form their small groups. Some of the weaker Horde may be sacrificed. We will use their cries for assistance to find our pray and the young Horde will see us as their saviors.”
Grolish nodded in agreement “Ah! Necrosis, I see your point. My military upbringing has taught me to think along the lines of battle tactics, not as a sporting hunter. My father trained me to kill quickly and efficiently...sparing them for a short period of time to allow for an entertaining hunt did not cross my mind. I think I shall rather enjoy this! Release the hounds!”
Lascivious added “It says they are gathering at the inn, perhaps we could get some of our crazy suicidal mages to go in there and Arcane burst the crap out of them! If we send a couple warriors in there with them, a couple challenging and intimidation shouts would give them time to finish the job when the guards coming running. Then we could gather outside to await them.”
Followed by the druid Trilok “Knowing of their actions Grolish helps one strategize one of two ways. As they move the pawns from the bay we could strike. But like any true rook, they would castle themselves right where they started. Why break down walls when one does not have to?”
The majority of the Grim nodded. Trilock added “Instead we could use true strategy. Give them a few moves, enough to let the rooks get onto the playing field. From there the Grim pieces will already be spread out across the board, waiting, waiting to take down each and every last piece until all that remains is the king. And unlike a game of chess, there is no stalemate when the king is surrounded.. it merely dies one hundred deaths as if it died once. Which seems more strategy? Ending the game before it starts? Or learning to counter the rook?”
Grolish smiled “Well, there are many tactics that could be employed here, depending on what we are interested in achieving. Necrosis and Trilock, you have a sound plan for a sporting hunt and tactical challenge. Lascivious, your idea of blasting them before they get started would be amusing and result in lots of death and destruction in Booty Bay. A thorough military defeat could be accomplished by trapping them in the tunnel. Half of our forces wait at the exit of the tunnel and attack when they appear. The other half are waiting in Booty Bay in the shops and houses. When a lookout sees the group enter the tunnel, the rear guard follows them in, blocking their escape. In this case, they have no chance to recover because the graveyard is at the tunnel exit. Admittedly, there is little sport in this...almost like shooting fish in a barrel. So many possibilities...hard to pick just one! Regardless of which plan we go with, this should be a most enjoyable night.”
Muatah, a tauren hunter, spoke up “Let them spread out into the jungle while we wait in Grom'gol, their hunting parties getting further and further apart. Let them become over-eager and overconfident. Then we crush them.”
Bloodscream spoke again “ But sending a younger rogue to spy on them in Booty Bay seems a right proper plan as well... Where's that crazy sniffing mumbling barking rogue wut was hangin around da halls when ya needs him?!?”
Emerging from the shadows with a sly smirk on his face the undead rogue Abric stated “Hm. The ideals of the mercantile class. It will prove amusing. Know that, regardless of what we do, Necrosis' hand is the one that guides us. His mouth is the one that speaks... and his thoughts are our thoughts. Regardless of your suggestions or your ideals - they are merely opinions to be used for Necrosis' final decision. Success or failure, it is on his shoulders.”
Abric slowly walked to the front of the room “Yesterday night, the Ironforge Regiment with other associates were in the Vale... and they were attacking any Horde who dared to travel the road. This seems to start a habit, Necrosis... a habit that should be broken.”
Abric raised his hand and added “Though be wary; not all Horde in the Vale find the Alliance presence to be 'bad.' I had encountered Grisch, the one who claims to wish peace with the Alliance. He is a fool.... and for his foolery he was cut down by the dwarves - and his only statement after coming to is "they will hear of this." Keep our plan safe; for there are ears everywhere. Let us ensure it is our trap that is set - and not the other way around.”
Necrosis smiled and nodded at the Rogue “Hmmm, here is the plan…”
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Rain was falling as the Grim assembled at the Grom’gol base camp.
Slowly, the Grim force formed into their fists of five. The hour came, all were assembled, and the orders were given. A fist rode out to investigate the hunter’s camp. Another fist rode to the troll ruins south of the base camp and one headed out towards the Gurbashi arena. One fist was held in reserve. Contact with Alliance forces was made at a few of the locations but no sign of the Rooks and the Grim was becoming impatient. Knowing of the Rooks sense of loyalty to one another and skill in battle Necrosis ordered the reserve fist south towards the arena…
Contact! The fist near the arena reported they were under attack. Necrosis ordered the reserve fist to join the battle. Blades flashed, blood spilled, Rook and Grim fell and the Vale sang the song of battle. As Necrosis rode south to the battle he ordered the other fists to engage. While riding in Necrosis was taken down by a concentrated attack by the Rooks but even as he fell the surprised Rooks were slaughtered and broke. Necrosis was soon resurrected by a young Grim shaman.
From his spies information Necrosis knew the Rooks would now plan to reform near Booty Bay, band together as a large group and push North. The hour was also new so the plan was to enter the arena and take the prize if it was dropped by the pirates. Necrosis ordered the Grim to reform near the Arena and hold fast. The Southern most fist again made contact first. Even though a few Grim fell the Rooks stood no hope and the Vale was washed in the Rooks’ blood. The Grim force pushed to Booty Bay.
Sitting atop his undead stead Necrosis yelled out for all the Vale to hear “I declare victory in the name of The Grim and the Horde”. The Grim cheered and yelled out cries of battle and victory as Necrosis ordered them back to Grom’gol.
The green Vale had been washed with red this day as the hunters had become the prey.
((Thanks to the Grim and the Rooks, last Tuesday night was a lot of fun!))