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The Gilnean town, once bustling with fishermen and privateers, was now a scorched shell of the place called Surwich. The windmill that identified this town had collapsed, a scourge banner planted in the pile of rubble. Around the hill of splinters, saronite armor scattered the ground. Beheaded and fried corpses piled where the mayor's home once stood. The only fully standing structure, the stables, had been ripped open as the remaining residents were no longer held there; the rotting, mangled forms of the locals now aimlessly wandered the village.

Down the path leading to the town was a small bridge, then a bend in the road. Just out of the village's line of sight was a pile of lumber stacked higher than even the town's tallest building. An agile person climbed its way to the top of the pile, and sat cross-legged with her back facing the town.

She was clad in her newer set of dark mail armor that rivaled her old saronite, save her helm in her lap with her scoped rifle. Her dark reddish hair was finally long enough again to tie back and a genuine smile stretched across her face.

"Redblades," she called to address the gathering in front of her, "welcome home."

((Open to all Redblades and allies - casual RP to do your part in rebuilding the base.))

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The trek through the Blasted Lands felt longer than usual: the oppresive humidity, the windstorms of face-burning sand, and the flocks of hyenas and carrion birds feasting on long dead carcasses were not very inviting images to those passing by.

For the years in which Surwich was the headquarters of the Order of the Redblade, the quaint Gilnean village at the edge of the Blasted Lands was quite literally the oasis from the crimson wasteland devasted by the Dark Portal. Moreso, Surwich was the place where the Redblades escaped from the Grim's bombing and pillaging raids on the Maiden's Tear and other Redblade properties surrounding the Atal'Hakkar Bay. Surwich was also where the Redblades met Harvey and Cynthia Gravenstein... and where Tuuroto wed them. It was where the Redblades held its Pirate's Day Memorial Festival, as well as countless other debriefing missions, social events, and precious moments of escapism from the bustle and strife of the overcrowded streets of the Stormwind Trade District. Surwich was where the Redblades laughed, where they cried, where they argued, where they fought with blades, and what they wanted to defend at all costs.

And there Surwich lay...in ruin.

Redblade Admiral Tuuroto the Starseer instinctively made his way to the stables, uttering a silent thank you prayer to the Light and the Major Arcana for allowing the stables, of all things, to survive Altherion's Scourge attack. Fastening the rope reins of his Hafhill Riding Goat to an used riding post, the Draenei swiftly dismounted and headed towards the center of town. As usual, he was a few minutes late to the scheduled gathering, for several of his Redblade comrades were already clearing away the debris of the collapsed windmill that used to stand at the town square.

Pulling down his red cowl, Tuuro claspsed his hands and addressed the other Redblades, "Much taaanks to each an ev'ry vone of you present." His enunciation was slower and more precise than usual, though his accent as thick as ever, "Ve need ev'ry vone's unique talents in order to get our Survich and its people back on its feet."

He looked to the crowd, momentarily surprised at how much the Redblades had grown. There was Quartermaster Rosepha Anderson apparently taking the lead from her position atop a tall pile of lumber. Near her were Interrogator Valgeir Nilas Geissler and Anchoress Rhysta, who all were Tuuroto's first generation of personal advisors. Also with them were the new Captains and Lieutenants of the Order: Cybernetically-Armed Cyllos Ad'uun, Sniper Ark, Gemmaster Kerli, Fisherman Longdang the Iron Rod, Druid of the Wilds: Amalil Shadowmane, and Death Knight Lieutenant Mason. It totaled to ten men and women who've pledged to shepherd the Order of the Redblade through the trials and tribulations of present day Azeroth.

Tuuroto could barely see who else was through the crowd, for his speech and overall presence had also attracted refugees and Stormwind volunteers to gather at the village square. Tuuro assumed that Harvey and Cynthia Gravenstein were nearby, if not already on the other side of the village working on their manor. He may have seen Southern Isles Survivalist: Gioru Shadowleaf, Gladiator Ultraogh, Bodyguard Tesia, Sir Radergan of Redridge, Light Priestesses Tianir, Elucine, and Triah, and even the newest recruits: Paladin Thork, Wandering Harvest Wizard Piste, Ulduar Scholar Luckin Coppercog, Pandaren Chaolin, and 'Floorlock' Airenne D'm.... Tuuroto balked on the demonoligist's surname, still unable to pronounce it to this day.

Perhaps out of habit and wishful thinking, Tuuroto stood on the tips of his hooves (despite his injury back in Northrend) to search for some particular members: Mechanical Lich Ranavos Dryandson Abner, Nika Davies the Illusive, former First Mates Chandrath Phellan and Meraline Sabina, and perhaps the most eagerly Tuuro wanted to see, his former boss: Madam Evellin Raventy Stormguarde.

From there. the Redblades been divvying up the work that needs to be done. The inn was still in ruin, several houses, including Valgeir's and the Gravenstein's, most likely in a similar state. The dock was in shambles, with several dinghies and fishing vessels beached. The forge, thankfully, was in good shape, allowing access for crafters to make metals and other raw materials for construction. Tented refugee camps were scattered throughout the village, each camp with bleeding patients to be mended, malnourished children to be fed, and, worse of all, plague infested corpses to be burnt in order to prevent further contamination.

Despite all of the tasks that needed to be done, Tuuroto already knew his first move.

With heavy knapsack in hand, the Tarot Card Admiral went to the wooden bridge overlooking the town and found a fresh dirt mound of dirt. At that location, he pulled out from his knapsack a bright light green, almost fluorescent compared to the color palate of Surwich, plant sapling that was no more than half-a-meter tall. Tuuro was not much of a gardener, but he did manage to trowel up a hole in the dirt wide and deep enough to transfer the sapling to its new home.

"May zhis new seed represent new growth, new hope, and a new generation for the Redbl~...no, for all of the Alliance."

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Cyllos looks around at the Destruction that is Surwhich. The destruction caused by Altherion was almost as worse as he imagined. Every destroyed building and every slayed civilian made his heart sank with guilt. More blood , more death. He was starting to wonder if he will ever be free of his guilt.

As Tuuroto planted the seed, the words echoed in his mind, "New hope". Yes, hope is what is needed to push forward. He must have hope that he will redeem himself for the destruction that Altherion has caused. He sighs after a while and walks up to the admiral . "what would you have me do admiral? "

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A nearby undead Gilnean fisherman let out a garbled cry. The volume of the Redblades alerted the villagers, one of which darted toward the bright colors of the sapling, its one instinct to devour. Others began to shuffle toward the center of town, from around buildings and under rubble, groaning and shambling without a master.

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Longdang smiled slightly as Tuuroto finished his speech, then sighed as he walked towards a rather large pile of stones. Long knelt before the pile and tapped lightly on the top rock. Two large glowing amber spheres ignited as the stones began to move and take shape. Suddenly a large Earth Elemental stood before Long and behind it a small pulsing green Earth Totem. Long began to growl as he heard the garbled cry and the Elemental slammed its fists together. Long launched as powerful bolt of Lightning as the Elemental rumbled forward as it charged at the Undead.

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Rhysta nodded at Tuuroto, and then walked closer to the ruined village, surveying, deciding where she would be the most help. She avoided the lumber piles, sensitive to the recent teasing by her comrades. Spotting undead moving among the ruins, she felt she might help most by doing something about them, and walked closer to observe them.

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The Gemmaster stood in the small town, she had not been around when the Order resided in the seaside headquarters but she had heard all about the attack from the Evil Reanimated Knight Altherion. There was then the bit about the Quartermaster and how she was brainwashed, she could see Rose was already here.. it seemed odd that she was freely walking around. At the very least she thought the women would be watched a bit more closely. The shaman was paranoid as it was, but when the women spoke out about her being made a Captain it hit a nerve. The nerve of a member turned traitor, brain washed or not, questioning her involvement and resolve. She shook with angry doing her best to calm it but lately she had been having controlling her emotions. She could see Long was here, and had a soft spot for the Panda, he had recently voiced concern about losing her to the elements that she once thought she controlled.

He had construsted and called upon the earth to assist with ridding the town with the Undead or Forsaken as they are known by rightfully. No one else seemed to be taking notice to them she fought back the urge to call upon the flame worried she would do more damage then good. She padded over to the Pandarean and started throwing Lighting around with him.

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Standing alone on a shallower part of the mountainside overlooking Surwich, Tesia was secretly glad that so many had shown to this place at once. Since it's destruction, she had visited by herself on occasion, though she didn't fully understand why. Maybe to remind herself to continue moving forwards. Or maybe to remind her of her own failures. Either way, it made no difference in the present; what matted now was to restore the small gilnean town. She had missed it, though that was something she would be hard pressed to share. Missed the quiet nights and relative peace compared to their work. Moving some of the hair out of her eyes, Tesia allows a faint smile to cross her snout, recalling how familiar and comforting the place had felt before. And now...

It was then that her keen eyes and ears picked up the moving undead, the remnants of the town's last inhabitants. She saw them begin to move towards the Redblades, and found herself sliding down the mountainside with little hesitation, sometimes even traveling on all fours, causing her strangely-sheathed blade to bounce on the terrain at parts. She wasn't worried about the sheath being damaged though, or the elementium sword blade dulling, just what was ahead. Finding herself at the bottom of the incline quickly, she slows herself by leaping into the air a short distance, rolling into a combat stance behind one of the buildings. It slowly enters her mind that it was the inn, where so much had taken place that she couldn't even recall it all, and was now a ruin. All thanks to one person.

Drawing her blade, Tesia disconnects one of the sheath straps, allowing her to hold it in her left hand freely, the katana in her right. While she knew fighting with rage was stupid in most circumstances, she also knew that the undead here were lesser beings, and wouldn't pose much threat. Circling around the building, she sees that most of the undead were moving towards her allies, almost oblivious to her presence.

Tesia strides forwards toward the distracted undead, reminding herself to keep her attacks quick and clean even before making her first strike.

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Long watched as the corpse smoked and fell to the ground, with all life gone. Long began to smile as Kerli took her place beside him. He leaned close to the young shaman and quietly exclaimed "Remember that these people were once dear friends to the Redblades. End it quickly and give them the peace they deserve." Long then turned his attention back to the once citizens and with a heavy heart started charging another bolt.

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Ultoragh, certainly not Ultraogh, went on leave shortly after the Redblades inhabited Surwich, and had no memory or attachment to the place.

The warrior let out a deep breath. Like most of his warrior comrades, Ultoragh was a fighter. He may have been an engineer yet he was certainly not meant for this work. It didn't take him too long before he was tired of rebuilding and started procrastinating, waiting for something to do. When the warped war-cry of the undead reached his ears he quietly thanked them, drawing his large sword and girding his loins, he advanced on the revenants of the villagers. The stench of the undead filled his nostrils and he cringed, hurrying to bring peace to the souls of victims of this Altherion's slaughter.

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Having only been associated with the Redblades for a short time, Thork had no connection to this place called Surwich. Despite this, he felt a need to help his new friends rebuild their home. As he arrived, Thork looked around at the rubble and destruction that lay before him. "By the power of light, who could do such a thing to someone's home," Thork muttered to himself quietly. As he looked around he also saw many Redblades already here working. He knew there wasn't any time for greetings or friendly hellos; there was work to be done, so he joined in helping wherever he was needed. Thork took a moment from his work to look up to listen to Admiral Tuuroto speak to his Redblades. As Tuuro finished his speech, Thork returned to his work, still removing all the rubble and debris.

Whilst moving a small piece of what appeared to be part of a windmill, Thork heard a noise from behind him and turned around to see a swarm of undead moving toward himself and his fellow Redblades. He had noticed the undead upon his arrival, but at the time they didn't seem to be a danger, until now. Thork dropped what he was doing and made a quick prayer for protection to the light for not only himself but his new friends, then unsheathed his sword and prepared for a fight.

Thork ran at the swarm of undead charging his blade with holy light and began to hack into whatever he could reach. He continued to fuel his blade with holy power and drove it into the ground creating a wave of holy light burning any undead in its wake. He couldn't help but think, these people used to inhabit this city, but look at them now. Such a sad thought, but he continued to fight beside his Redblade brothers.

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Rose knelt down, using a fallen tree at the edge of the small town to steady her rifle. She peered through the scope and lined up a shot at one of the slower moving undead. She took a breath then held it to send a round through its skull. The hunter pushed herself up to quickly load another.

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Due to the power and quick action of the Redblades, the horde of undead started to become a field of corpses. However, still more surrounded and closed in on the threats in the center of town. Some faces were familiar - fishermen, craftsmen, wives... The little body of a child shuffled from behind the stables.

((Don't be afraid to describe your combat. Will be moving forward Thursday.))

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Kerli had been do putting bodies down left and right, she attempted to do it as humanly as possible, making sure her attacks where spot on, ending the afterlife of the once citizens quickly and painlessly. It was not until the bodies of children started appearing in her sight. Her breath faltered as she took a step back, glancing to her side to see if Long had noticed the children or not. Her spells started to become sloppy, becoming over charged. Lighting leaped from her hands, even from Undead to Undead.

She noticed the surging in her powers, the fluctuation in her resolve due to seeing children had thrown her off more then she could have imagined. It was known that children were often victims of attacks and the war, but it was another for her to have to put them down herself.. Undead or Horde.. a child was a child. Her Lighting had started to become fire, erupting from her totems the flames starting to ignite on other things around them.

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Longs bolt faded as he began scanning for another fallen citizen when he noticed a rather small undead hobbling toward him. He began to charge another bolt when he realized the small corpse was a child. His magic began to fade as he hesitated momentarily, but he thought to himself "It suffers more like this." and let his lightning bolt fly. As the bolt struck the undead child, Long thought he heard a "Thank you." whispered along the wind. Long began to tear up as Fire erupted beside him. It caught him so off guard, Long nearly fell right over. The reality of the situation hit the Pandaren like a ton of brick. Kerli had let her emotions flood her senses and the Fire within her was feeding off her raw emotion. Long glanced momentarily as Lightning and Fire flew from the young Shaman and began tearing through a few of the undead. The Pandaren took a deep breathe and with the loudest, most forceful voice he could muster yelled "SISTER KERLI, CONTROL YOURSELF!!".

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Ducking a slow swipe from an undead, Tesia brings her sword in a crescent arc around her, cutting down three of the undead that had surrounded her. Her ears flick quickly, catching a soft footstep behind her. She flips the katana sheath in her hand in a reverse grip, aiming the metallic end cap of the sheath another rotting, moving corpse. It connects with enough force to penetrate the undead's skull, allowing Tesia a few moments respite, which she uses to look around the area.

She quickly notes that Long and Kerli were being as effective as could be expected from two shamans, though from her perspective there appeared to be moderate control issues. The paladin and warrior she had met before, but couldn't remember the names of, seemed to be handling themselves, as did everyone else, causing her to wonder why the fel she had decided to try helping. They could take care of themselves, these undead were all relatively weak, and she hadn't wanted to reveal herself. Now, she was standing in a relatively open area, with over a dozen corpses around her. Way to draw attention to yourself, idiot. Looking around, Tesia decides to clear the area around the inn, and begins pacing around it.

As she puts down another villager with a single quick slash, Tesia feels another pang of guilt enter her mind, but that was something she would have to deal with later. As she moves around the inn, fighting, the worgen keeps an eye on her former and current allies. I will not allow them to be injured because of these pitiful creatures, she thinks, before focusing her mind on the task at hand.

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The child, as well as the rest of the villagers, fell cold to the ground. There was a brief moment of silence as the moans of the undead subsided. It rained often in Surwich, due to its proximity of the Tainted Forest; light drops seeped into the dirt around the now still and silent civilians. The Redblades did what was needed if this town would ever become livable again. Over the following months, the town would be a bustling project, slowly beginning to look like the Gilnean town it once was, save the locals. Rose explained the long-term plan:

1. Clear the deceased and possible plague, under watch of experts to avoid accidents or outbreaks.

2. Remove the rubble and ash, saving good wood and anything of possible value.

3. Begin with the inn, so volunteers have a place to stay and relax.

4. Build the dock, so shipments of supplies can dock.

5. Build the rest - the blacksmith, the houses, the shacks, the windmill...

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Rose felt a hesitation on touching the corpses for whatever reason, so she decided to get ahead on salvaging anything she could find in the inn. If any Redblade-related items survived, it would go straight back to the temporary headquarters in the Stormwind Cathedral District.

((The inn will be complete in-game Wednesday. Rebuilding the town would take a few months IC and OOC, so feel free to take your time describing your part.))

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Whether out of sheer panic, doubt, or ethical ambiguity, the Draenei Admiral couldn't pull himself to attack the Undead walking about Surwich. Had they been strangers, like during the multiple excursion the Redblades made to Lordaeron and Silverpine, he would not have been as hesitant.

Perhaps the wounds were still too fresh for the Draenei, despite being leader of Order, to handle. Noting his crew's eagerness and capability in disposing of the re-risen anomalies, Tuuroto discretely removed himself from the battlefield and busied himself with helping refugees at a nearby camp.

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After hearing the Quartermaster's go-ahead signal, Tuuroto proceeded towards the rubble of the former Surwich Inn. Using his Arcane magic, he helped the civillian workers levitate stacks of lumber to the site, as well as manually positioning the fresh oaken planks to create the frame of the new building.

All the while the Draenei kept to himself, not outwardly speaking to his fellow comrades. The tight schedule labor gave him time to think things through in regards to recent events.

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With all the undead now gone, Thork took a moment to think about what he and the Redblades had just done. These people were once innocent, and while he didn't know them, they were friends of the Redblades. And the children-- that was the worst. It needed to be done, but...he couldnt think about it anymore. He went to work to get it off his mind.

Thork and his fellow workers went back to finish picking up the rubble. He listened to what Quartermaster Rose explained was the long term plan and proceeded to help place the lumber into position to where the new buildings would eventually stand.

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Harvey, hiding in the nearby tree line observes the The Redblades finish off the last of the undead lingering in the town. The rage of the situation has already forced him into a change. "My home" he whispers to himself. "What have the Redblades brought here?" He thinks silently. "They said they came to help our town, and this is the help they bring?!" Rebuild all you want Redblades, the damage is done. This is why I didn't trust the outsiders." He snarls to himself, and remains in the shadows observing, and thinking. "They brought this damage, they can fix it..."

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As the last corpse fell, Long sighed heavily with relief. "It is over ..." He muttered quietly to no one. As his Earth Elemental rumbled back to his side, Long began to chant again and soon two more Earth Elementals stood around him, waiting for his orders. Long looked at the two newest Elementals "You two, go dig a large hole for these ....." Long hesitated momentarily not knowing what to call these once friends unwillingly turned enemy. "Just go dig a large hole, then come back and help him ..." Gesturing at the larger of the three Elementals "clear this tragedy into said hole." Long watched as his Elementals went about their duties. The two smaller Elementals making quick work of their task and were soon helping to pile the corpses into the hole. After about an hour the town was picked clean of every piece of undead and went from being a battlefield to a work-sight. Long now stood before a large hole almost completely filled with undead. Long clenched his jaws and slowly closed his eyes, and said his peace as his Elementals bowed their stone heads "May your spirits forever be happy, may you not want or need, may you find peace in your new world ..." . The Elementals raised their heads, but Long kept his eyes close. He began to chant softly, then his eyes snapped open and were glowing a fiery red. "I will make this quick .... " Long said as his hands ignite in white hot flames. He extended his hands toward the hole and two jets of white flame shot out and crashed into the corpses, quickly reducing it all to ashes in moments.

The blaze went as quickly as it came and the stench of burning flesh permeated the area. As Long's hands flickered out and the glow in his eyes faded, he could no longer contain himself and tears began to fill his eyes. He covered his face with his hands in an attempt to gain control, but it wasn't working. As tears began to roll down his face, Long felt the waters within him begin to churn violently. The surge was so fast and aggressive Long didn't even have a chance to stop it. Suddenly water exploded from Long and were he once stood, his Avatar had taken his place. It turned and faced the Earth Elementals, which seemed unfazed by the Avatar and with a voice like a typhoon yelled "THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN!!" and began to channel primal energy directly into the Elementals. Soon the Elementals reverted to their Primal forms, massive moving stone structures with towering power mantles on their backs. The Avatar stared at the Primal Elementals and said "You will defend this town for all eternity .... or die trying is that clear?!" The Elementals slammed their fist into their palm and bowed their heads in traditional Pandaren salutes.

Another explosion of water and Long had returned to his normal Pandaren form. He walked over and stood before the Primal Elementals "You will stand guard between the docks and the flight master, you will stand between the Inn and the Gravesteins home, and you will guard the bridge. Now go!". The Elementals rumbled off to their posts and Long sat down on the ground and began to meditate, slowly regaining balance within again.

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((At the current in-game time, the inn and the docks have been completed and the fence of the stables repaired. The remaining buildings will be slowly built one-by-one over the next few months.))

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