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  1. 4 points
    It was a beautiful day in Elwynn Forest. The birds were chirping, the cows were mooing as they wandered about unfettered... and the sewer crocodiles that had escaped to the sewage pond outside of Stormwind dragged a particularly careless one to its untimely death. At one of the local farmsteads, a seasonal worker was getting fired. Amidst the relative tranquility and the goings on of the kingdom's residents, a newcomer marched with purpose down the road. With eyes that gleamed with ferocity, upturned nose held high, and scales that shined in the sun, a brown spotted colored Sethrak moved towards the city's gates with purpose! Only to come face to face with a patrol of mounted riders, tasked with protecting the kingdom from the Horde and other threats who had, as of late, invaded and sowed chaos at an unacceptable rate. "HALT, SNAKE!" The patrol's captain motioned for his soldiers to stop, and halfway surround them, "You will go no further!" "HOW DARE!" The Sethrak yelled back, its neck instinctively flattening to make the back of its head and neck wider... presumably to look fierce, "Hoomans go away! I has messij for king!" There was an awkward moment of silence as the captain was... in essence dumbstruck with how spoken words could somehow be misspelled, but he pushed the befuddlement aside, "Stand down and surrender, and you will not b-" "GO 'WAY HOOMAN! AM DANGRUS!" The Sethrak huffed and puffed breaths in, and began to hiss, "EMPIRE DEMANZ SURR-ENDR!" "...um, sir?" One of the rookie patrolman spoke up after another few moments of awkward, befuddled silence, "What is it doing?" "How am I supposed to know? You and you, get off your horses and arrest it." The captain pointed to the rookie and one other guard, who looked at each other, shrugged, and dismounted. "NO TUCH!" The Sethrak hissed louder, tensing a puffing up even more, "I BITE!" The rookie and his partner, despite being faced with this... weird unknown, couldn't help but snort as a laugh escaped them. Undeterred, they began to approach, which caused the Sethrak to become even more defensive, coiling back into a defensive posture until!... ...it collapsed to the ground in a hissing, writhing heap. "What in the... Sir?!" One of the still mounted guards looked alarmed, concerned, but ultimately confounded as she watched the snake man flail about in the dirt in what looked to be a horribly acted death-throe. The guards backed up their horses, but otherwise all stayed where they were, as for the next minute or so the snake person kept on its death act, until finally laying still in a contorted pose... mouth agape, and forked tongue lolling off to the side. "I've had enough of this. Get that damn thing to the stockades and make SI:7 deal with it." The captain annoyedly ordered, turning his steed around back to the city gates, and motioning for the other mounted guards to follow. "You heard 'im." One of the dismounted guards went over, grabbing the Sethrak by its robe collar to try and force it to stand up, but finding it floppy and limp, though not in an actually dead way. Starting to get irritated, he tried to force it to turn over, only to express further frustration as it flipped back belly up, and did it again when he tried to right it once again. "For the love of the light, just throw it over your horse and let's go." "arrrggghh.... no tuch!" The Sethrak quietly hissed and muttered, oofing as it did get thrown over the back of one of the patrol horses, to be carted away into the city's gates, oggled at by the city's denizens, and then locked up to be attended to later.
  2. 2 points
    The constant pounding filled her ears. Julilee lifted her head as the wind rose for a moment, letting it catch the loose strands of pale hair around her face. Beneath her feet, the coarse sand shifted, cut into strange shapes and angles. It was dyed orange and red in the early morning light, and she turned her head to look behind her briefly at the rising sun. The sky, also red and orange and pink, was always a welcome sight, even after having been back aboveground this long. Then she turned her attention back to what lay before her. The pounding was the combination of the screaming, stomping audience and drums. The sands were the floor of the arena and weren't just red from the sunrise, but from dried blood, and were grooved not by the elements but by battles. The sun was rising over the bleachers and the match was about to begin. She drew Mercy. The sword gave away her identity to those who recognized its jagged silhouette, but that turned out to be vanishingly few. So far, she could count them on one hand. Memories were short in war. The white mask that covered the lower half of her face did enough to disguise her identity otherwise, along with the absence of any of the other features that had once marked her identity, such as her once-dark hair, former purple armor, and tabard. Mostly the tabard. That had been the majority of what people had ever seen when they looked at her anyway. To be fair, she was the one who had redesigned it and raised its banner once more. "Juriel! Juriel!" Now she let her image become whatever it may. The gate across the arena opened with slow, menacing clanks that were nearly drowned out as the crowd rose in volume commensurately. Juli stood waiting, the tip of Mercy pointed at the sand. She held it in one hand and nothing in the other. Carrying a shield would only burden her now. The creature that came out was not one of the largest she had faced. The mad brutosaur had been that, and it had cemented her as the preeminent fighter in this arena circuit. But it was one she had never fought before. It slunk out, wary of the noisy crowd and bright, open space, but soon focused on Juli. And then it was followed by another. Two adversaries. The crowd, thrilled by this twist, became all but deafening. The creatures' blue-gray bodies were lined from nose to tail-tip in spikes, and long tusks protruded from their mouths. Their forequarters were heavily muscled for digging, pouncing, and shredding, but their lean bodies were built for speed nonetheless. Lean, but at least twice her size in weight and mass each. Sabertusks. Julilee was given pause as she studied them, knowing that Zandalari druids took on the same form, but in a few moments it became apparent that there was no hint of sentience in these beasts. They circled her warily, moving instinctively as a pack to take down the first edible thing they had seen in days. Juli continued standing still, only turning her head slightly as one circled behind her. When it thought it had the advantage, it pounced. She heard the crunch of sand and moved as it did. She threw herself into a backwards roll that was diagonal to the beast's trajectory. Tucked low to the ground, her relatively small size played to her advantage as she passed underneath the beast. As she rolled, she whipped her blade up and across its belly. There wasn't enough clearance to get the strength behind the thrust to disembowel the thing, but bright red blood spattered over her white, gold, and dark gray armor. The beast shrieked. As it landed and whipped around with shocking speed to lunge for her, paws as massive as her head with claws that long again coming at her face, she was only just pushing herself into a crouch on the sand. There simply wasn't enough time to dodge again. Her empty arm came up to block. It would have done absolutely nothing to save her if not for the Light that blazed into existence around it. The crowd roared in vicious delight as the large beast collided with the shining barrier, its sheer mass pushing her back a dozen meters and leaving a deep furrow in the sand, but she kept her feet under her. After the beast jumped away to seek a new opening, the creature not yet slowed by the shallow gash that bled fresh red onto the sands, she rose unharmed and allowed the shield to dissipate. The other beast, more cautious than its partner, did not yet make a move, only prowling along the side of the clash. The horn on its nose was broken, it was a darker blue-gray, and it was slightly smaller, though not by much. As Juli watched them stalk her, she wondered what had brought them to the attention of the arena organizers. Had they preyed on townspeople? Ravaged local livestock? Or had it just been the appeal of a matched pair? "Juriel! Juriel!" The crowd was insistent. It wanted blood, hers or the beasts', it didn't care. She had learned it thrilled to either, though this had not really come as a surprise. As much as they had loved her rise to underground fame, it would love her downfall just as much. She had seen the betting odds and knew many had no qualms about betting on the latter every match, if not more and more eagerly with every victory. She made good money off those bets. The sabertusks were too fast for her to try to take the offensive. Unlike the brutosaur, they could turn on a dime and rend with those deadly claws as fast as she could blink. If she gave them the slightest opening, they would seize it, and her by the throat. She would have to wait for them to come to her to try to find an opening, and the crowd communicated its disapproval of her patience as she continued to let the beasts circle her, though this time she slowly turned to keep them in sight as much as possible. Trying to urge action, the drum players increased the tempo. It was effective on everyone but those battling in the arena. The crowd grew more frenzied; someone threw a rock that landed with a thud in the sand not far from Juli. From somewhere, she could hear Tetsujin hollering directions at her. She didn't take her eyes off the beasts, nor they theirs off her. The two beasts started to circle closer. She knew the moment they decided to attack. This time, the sabertusks moved together.
  3. 1 point
    Hey all, I did a fairly major upgrade to the site this morning. One of things you might want to do is update your bookmarks so they link to https:// instead of http://. The site will auto-redirect you, but it might save you a fraction of a second in loading the site if you change your bookmark. The site should run a bit faster now, and I've got some options for speeding it up more that I might test. The forum software that this site runs on, https://invisioncommunity.com/ is leased for a fee every 6 months. The next renewal day is in late May. The one after that is in November. I will likely be going with a newer, cheaper forum option in November. Why? You might ask? Because Invision forums are like sports cars, and TNG is being used by grandma to drive herself to church and back home once or twice a week. The lease renewal fee is pretty reasonable for a sports car, but more than I want to pay for only a few posts per week level of activity. This isn't a cry for money, by the way. It's just a recognition that, while TN RP isn't completely dead, what RP that is happening has mostly moved to Discord. This isn't a TN specific probably either. I've checked around and where I used to find a few other servers that had something similar, I can't find anything anymore. But Discord servers? They are everywhere. And the truth of the matter is it's a better interactive medium than forums are. But forums are still better for permanence and stability. The purpose of this site was always to preserve the fanfiction of RPers on the Twisting Nether server (and later for Ravenholdt too!). That isn't going away. Things the *might* be going away: the front "news" page, private messages, old discussion posts, leaderboards, clubs, and profile public messages. But November would be the earliest that that would happen. Hey, who knows, maybe they'll merge TN with another RP server and life here will get crazy again and make that sports car lease worthwhile. Let me know if you have any questions or concerns or if you find a bug with the new version of the forum. --Mortica
  4. 1 point
    All the feels. Thanks for everything, guys! You were the best, nothing but love!
  5. 1 point
    Julilee dropped into a crouch, thrusting her empty hand toward the larger beast. The force of her will focused the Light into a stunning cascade that fell onto the creature, knocked it off course, and stunned it for valuable seconds. At the same time, her sword came up in a thrust at the smaller beast as it pounced from her other side. It twisted to avoid the blade and Juli tried to lunge in the complementary direction, but one of its paws still struck the back of her shoulder, and she was knocked to the sand. She immediately rolled onto her back, bringing Mercy in between her and her foe, but the animal did not truly respect the blade, perceiving it as an impediment more than anything, and pounced heedlessly. Catching its claws with the sword earned a reprieve barely in name as the thing's sheer weight pinned the weapon across her body, only held away by the width of the blade. The outer edge of Mercy digging into her armor was the least of her concerns as the sabertusk bent down, fangs snapping toward her neck, while leaning further onto its front paws, ready to start ripping and shredding. Death stared her in the face, but she had seen worse. Jagged golden lines burst into illumination down Mercy's hilt, crossguard, and blade, and in one motion Julilee heaved the large beast off her in a feat of strength beyond what even her well-developed athletic abilities could do alone. The beast hissed in pain and the smell of burning filled the air as it backed away, while she rose to her feet again, gripping Mercy with both hands. Light wreathed her weapon and forearms. The crowd was cheering loudly now. While the larger beast had recovered, it similarly backed away with newfound respect for its prey. The two seemed to visibly reconsider. "Shoo," she said to them. "Ya gotta kill 'em, Juli!" Tetsujin yelled down from the bleachers nearest to her. Though he couldn't have heard her, and she hadn't gestured at all, he knew her well enough to know what would make her hesitate. Despite her presence in the arena, she barely had the stomach to participate in any of this to begin with, much less when the beasts didn't even want to fight. At least, when she thought about it, which she couldn't help but do as the beasts stared at her uncertainly. Then the trappings of an ethical quandary were, at least ostensibly, shattered as more rocks began to fall. This time they were aimed at the sabertusks, and a few hit. The smaller one snarled up at the audience and turned to look at Juli again. Its rising aggression chose the only target available, and it lunged across the sands for her again, the larger one right behind. This time she didn't try to dodge; she lunged forward instead, Mercy leaving trailing ribbons of Light as she swung it, two-handed, down at the oncoming beast. It ducked its head as they met so she only scored across its back, but its true strategy quickly became apparent as it tossed its head in the next moment, scooping her up with its tusks and sending her flying. The crowds shrieked. The second beast was there to catch her. It leapt and its jaws closed around her arm, nearly dislocating her shoulder as she landed heavily. But it wasn't her main sword arm, her sword was free, and its neck was exposed. Pulling against its grip to keep it occupied, she brought Mercy across and opened its throat with one clean slice. A river of red joined the spatters on her armor. The thing gurgled, jerked away, and fell. Pain raked down her legs. The smaller beast had pounced her again and its wicked claws, finally put to full use, pierced the metal of her armor like a tin can. Juli gritted her teeth and tried to kick at it unsuccessfully. It seized her leg in its mouth and started dragging her. Juli swung Mercy but it flinched away without relinquishing its grip, and placed a giant paw on her side, ready to try to tear her apart by brute force. It probably had the strength to do so. She didn't want to use any more Light, but she had to. She closed her eyes. A brilliant flash directly beside its head blinded and disconcerted the beast, making it drop her leg and flinch away. Juli opened her eyes and swung Mercy to cut deeply into its front leg. With a snarl it snapped at the blade and achieved a grip on it that almost took it out of Juli's hands, but not quite. Instead she let the beast's strength pull her toward it and help her plant an armored boot in its jaw. There was an audible crack as a tooth snapped, and she jerked Mercy free, then thrust its point into the beast's chest as it reared. She must have found its heart as it collapsed on her immediately. "Juriel! Juriel!" It took some effort to shove the beast's heavy body off and rise to her feet, bleeding, but she did. She closed her eyes again as she listened to the crowd's chanting. She wanted it to feel exciting, glorious, or even at least satisfying to have triumphed once more and be standing under the weight of the crowd's adulation, but instead, it didn't feel like anything. All she could feel was that the reservoir of Light inside of her was lower than before. Tetsujin jumped down to the sounds next to her. She knew it was him without looking. "Good job, Juli," her manager said. He chuckled. "Hope ya ain't too mad at me for the surprise, but I knew ya could handle it." "Yeah," she said, after a moment, opening her eyes again. Her gaze fell on the two downed beasts. Arena organizers were coming to drag the bodies away. "I can handle anything." She turned to walk away, back toward the backstage area. "Hey!" Tetsujin called after her. "Don't sound so happy about it!" "I'm going to go meditate," she replied without turning. "Make sure no one bothers me, please." "Ya and yer meditation," he said without bitterness. She could barely hear him over the crowd as she walked away. "Should celebrate more, what's the point if ya don't enjoy it!" Wasn't that the question. He would be enjoying his portion of the proceeds from today's fight quite thoroughly later tonight. Juli looked down at her red-streaked armor and weapon. If she'd still worn a tabard, it would have been soaked and shredded. With nothing to fight for now, she found herself fighting anyway. "Because I'll never give up," she said, her voice not nearly loud enough to carry back to him over the crowd. He didn't seem to be expecting a response and didn't miss one, busying himself talking to the arena organizers. She left the roaring arena and went to be alone.
  6. 1 point
    You guys were great, thanks for all the memories and such! Sowell/Dobzhansky
  7. 1 point
    "They're animals! Scare them!" Tetsujin tried to yell at her. He'd learned a long time ago that she ignored most of his directions, but that didn't stop him from trying. Lately, she couldn't even hear him over the crowd - or at least that was her excuse. "Hit that belly spot again, it's already bleeding! Don't give it time to heal! Smash it in the head or something!" He could barely hear himself yelling over the sound of the crowd. When the drums got faster, Tetsujin turned his deafened shouting at them in frustration. "SHUT UP!"
  8. 1 point
    It should be enough. It should be enough just to hate. I shouldn't need reasons. Garithos was the reason I offered whenever a reason was demanded. He was reason enough, too. I shouldn't She doesn't understand. Hate is easy. It is warm and strong. It protects from all manner of harm. I didn't need reasons to hate. We were just predators, preying on the weak, the lesser, those who would grow and learn and die too fast to remember the techniques we could focus on for decades. We didn't need reasons. Yes, they gave us reasons, but we didn't need them. They weren't my friends. I didn't lose anyone close to me. Not to them. The only thing that killed them was the Scourge, and the Scourge was what? A disease of the world? Arthas and Kel'thuzad can take a lot of blame for being weak and lesser, for falling for trap after trap after trap. Dar'khan can take some blame, for being power hungry, a grand failing of our kind, and his sweet little mutant children overrunning Stormwind now are what happen when you open the gates for death. But even though they weren't my friends, I was too close to what happened to them. It changed me. It changed what made me hesitate. I was always more violent than not, and though I was never demanding, I resolved I never would be. I would never be like them. I would never take the way they did. I would only destroy. She doesn't understand. How could she? Who does understand? A wolf without its pack is prey, and I've been without my pack for too long. The Grim stands in for them, but the Grim failed me. I was prey. More than once. I've learned not to rely on them. The Grim feed the hate, but they do not understand it. They don't need to. I shouldn't need to. She shouldn't need to. Hate should be enough, in and of itself. It does not need reasons to exist. It only needs to burn. It only needs to consume everything in its path. That's all it needs. She is an obsession, a dangerous path with no way to turn from it. Even if I try, I'll always find myself back on the same road. And I have given her everything. Of my own free will. Everything. Prey again, without my pack. The other needs to ask better questions. I don't think she wants to ask better questions. I don't think she wants what she says she wants, to do something for me, which is good, because she won't get it, but I'll get what I want, words and questions, the sound of my own voice, amusement at what nothing can cause. Be careful giving words too much power. They don't have any of their own. The cat disagrees, but also puts a point on the possibility that the only power they have is mischief. I need to spend a week in Suramar to remember what we should have been, but Feralas calls. I don't need brothers, but I'm glad of them, nonetheless, if only for the hope they give. Yes, hope. I like that people assume I know nothing but ruthless cruelty. I like knowing I can drive hate so easily. That doesn't mean I know nothing of things outside hatred. What do I know? I know more than those who worship at its feet. I know more than those who wear it on their sleeves and on their banners. I know because I run from it and it hunts me down. I know because I do not want it, do not need it, and yet I have it. Killing me with kindness would be much more difficult than even the ridiculousness of the cliché implies. Boring me with kindness might be manageable. I suppose maybe you could bore me to death with it? But even then, either you're the sort of kind hearted person I either destroy or walk away from, or you're not a kind hearted person and I take the opportunity to dismantle your kindness, find the motive in it, make you regret ever having plied me with it in the first place. Or you're the kind of person who's better at playing my games than I am. There aren't many of those, so I don't fear them though I probably should. The team building silliness at least takes my mind off the menacing truths running deep under everything I do these days. I would definitely prefer to watch from the sidelines, but that's better managed when other people are on the dais than when I am. And if it makes them stronger, then so be it. I'll take my loss of dignity and chalk it up to forging bonds or some other useless lie. That Eye is pointless. It saw the obvious but not the dexterous. You can tell the truth and not tell the truth at the same time, and how can one device detect that nuance? You can tell the truths that don't matter and neglect the ones that do. There is a way to get every truth from me, and it is actually quite simple, but who actually finds that much value in truth?
  9. 1 point
    Daçiana laughed and slapped Xara on the back. "I knew I always liked you for a reason!" Xara grinned and flagged the bartender down for another round. As she and the orc handed their emptied mugs over the bar, Xara leaned back, exhaling. "Yer doin' a fine job keepin' up with me here. Been awhile since someone gave me a run fer my drink." "You should've seen me before," Daçiana said. "Tahz gave me this green stuff from his home and I didn't realize you were supposed to sip it slowly. Apparently not doing so kills most people. I downed the whole thing, and it was the first thing that even made me feel it after about ten other drinks." "That's so wild, that you ended up like that," Xara said. "Inside the body of a demon hunter, but in charge?" "It's been a long, strange journey," Daçiana agreed. She turned to put her back to the counter, accepting the mug the bartender handed her with a nod. "But after ten millennia, I'm finally free again, and that's all that matters." Xara paused infinitesimally before she said, "Ain't it, though?" and laughed again. "So what are you up ta these days?" "Just running around with Gunheya," Daçiana said. "Doing whatever we want. Sometimes helping solve problems. Mostly because he wants to." "Mostly, huh?" Xara said, taking a sip of her drink. "Sometimes I worry about the fate of Azeroth and all that," Daçiana said, waving her hand, "but most of the time I don't. I just want to live my life, you know?" "Of course," Xara agreed smoothly. "Do you ever run into anyone else and have ta explain things?" "Not really," Daçiana said. She shrugged. "Most of them wouldn't recognize me, I think. Any of my past Heralds would, most likely, the ones who are alive anyway, and probably Jazziks and Naheal, and maybe a couple others, but the others, they're not as attuned as you." She cast her gaze over Xara. "I still want to know about the blue dog." "She's doing her own thing at the moment," Xara said vaguely. "So Gunheya knows the whole story? Or no?" "I'm not lying to him if that's what you're asking," Daçiana said. "I haven't told him my entire life story but he knows the gist of it. He saw me when I was freed and in my true form, before I fell." Xara frowned, rubbing her head. "That whole thing is sort of a haze to me," she admitted. "I guess dyin' and gettin' resurrected will do that to a person. Thanks fer that, by the way," she added, slowly. "Pretty much the literal least I could do at that point," Daçiana said, tossing back her drink. Xara gave the other female a look of wary surprise, but quickly covered it with a chuckle. "And then ya came back from the dead too -- how?" "It's pretty hard to kill a being like me," Daçiana said. "Goldrinn fell in the War of the Ancients too but you still see him running around. Me, I just fell a little harder, was corrupted for awhile. Then they banished me to the twilight realm, and you know what the deal was for awhile after that. Throwing me into the twisting nether though... If I hadn't been so fel-tainted by then, I probably never would have made it back." She reflected for a moment. "This last time, I barely had the energy to reformulate. It'll be a long time till I'm any power to speak of." "Huh," Xara said with a tone of interest. "And then what?" Daçiana cast Xara an amused look. Setting the empty mug down, she turned to face the other woman, leaning forward. Xara straightened, putting a surprised look on her face, but it wasn't enough. "Don't think I can't tell what you're doing," Daçiana said. "There's more than one way to hunt, and you're particularly good at this one, but you're talking to the embodiment of the Hunt, the Prime Predator, the Beast Who Knows No Fear." Deep in her eyes, locked on Xara's, there was a flicker of an amber flame, not even an ember, but the heart of a fire unextinguished nonetheless. Xara remembered the sound of howling. Then, Daçiana leaned back. "But you don't have anything to be worried about. I don't hunt for no reason anymore. I respect the cycle of nature, I believe in balance and life. All right?" The fear and anger Xara had been studiously hiding, in order to interrogate this being and determine how much of a threat she was, came boiling out in a low spoken statement. "You hurt a lot of people, Accalia." "Don't call me that," Daçiana said, irritated. She didn't look back at Xara. "There's nothing I can do about that now, is there? If anyone wants to come take a piece out of my hide for it, they're welcome to try." The words were pointed. "And now you get to just run around and do whatever you want?" Xara put her mug down on the counter with a clonk. "You don't even feel GUILTY?" Daçiana did look at Xara then, a long, level look. "I am what I am," she says. "You either understand that, or don't." Xara sat back, shocked with understanding. "You're not capable of feeling guilty," she said. "Just like you're not capable of feeling fear." Daçiana cocked her head slightly in acknowledgment. "I'm not happy about what I did these past millennia," she said. "But I'm going to live my life now. And I'm no threat to you, or anyone you care about, and certainly not Azeroth. You don't have to pretend to be happy I'm around. You live your life, and I'll live mine. Deal?" "How do I know you won't someday be a threat again?" Xara said. Daçiana shrugged. "Anyone can fall," she said, "Anyone can get corrupted. Doesn't mean everyone should be destroyed just in case. Trust me, no corruption survived the crucible I went through. I'm surprised I survived." "Pardon me if I don't just take your word for it," Xara said with an edge. Daçiana smirked, flashing a fang again. "Good. There's no one else I'd rather have watching me." She rose from the barstool. Taking out a few gold coins from her pocket, she dropped them onto the counter. Xara rose as well, uneasy about not being on her feet when Accalia -- Daçiana -- was on hers. On the floor beside her stool, Lupa continued to watch warily, but no longer held herself ready to pounce. Daçiana glanced down at the cat and grinned, an amused baring of teeth that the cat didn't react to in the slightest. "By the way, call me Dachi," Daçiana said. With a wave over her shoulder, she turned and walked out of the tavern. "Refill, please," Xara said to the bartender, and sat back down. "And keep 'em coming."
  10. 1 point
    "Relax," the orc said. She gave the bartender a nod, who moved away to go help other customers. "I'm not going to hurt you." "Who are you?" Xara said. "What have you done?" The orc glanced around, then set down the mug she was carrying and turned to Xara. She gave a flick of her hand at the door Xara stood in front of. "Let's go outside to talk." Room to maneuver was Xara's friend in combat, and innocent bystanders were not, so Xara nodded warily and withdrew from the tavern. Outside, the city street of Orgrimmar was dirt-packed and solid beneath her feet, reassuring. She kept the orc in sight as she followed. Lupa stayed at Xara's side, gliding smoothly, her gaze also never leaving the orc. "Where's the glowing blue dog?" the orc asked as she came to a stop opposite Xara in the street. Her posture was relaxed. "None of your business," Xara said tersely. "Who are you?" The orc looked at Xara measuringly. Her expression, the way she held her head... She was just so damn familiar, it was like Xara did know her, though she was sure she didn't. There was no analogy for it. "You know who I am." "Show me your hands," Xara demanded. The orc raised her eyebrows, but lifted her hands. Without needing to be asked, she took off both gloves and showed Xara the backs. Both were unmarked. "What the fuck," Xara said again, this time adding, "are you." The orc grinned, almost a smirk, a fang flashing between her lips. She tucked her gloves into her belt and shrugged, folding her arms. "No one important to you anymore. How about that." Xara wasn't normally given to hyperbole, but she felt like she might shoot this orc after all if she didn't get a real answer in the next ten seconds. "Who the fuck are you." The orc sighed. "Daçiana. My name is Daçiana. But you knew me as..." "Accalia," Xara said.
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    Full Name: Goreth Nicknames: Ret Date of Birth: Year 600 by the King’s Calendar Age: 26 Race: Mag’har Orc Gender: Male Hair: Jet black Skin: Reddish-brown Eyes: Amber Height: 6’5” Weight: 232 lbs Place of residence: Orgrimmar Place of Birth: Nagrand, Draenor (AU) Known Relatives: Father - Borgug, deceased. Mother - Glasha, deceased. Older sister - Rekamai, missing, presumed dead Religion/Philosophy: Shamanism Occupation: Shaman Group/Guild affiliation: None (yet) Guild Rank: N/A Enemies: Lightforged Draenei Likes: The elements, meditation, other Mag’har orcs Favorite Foods: Pork belly, pastries when he can get them Favorite Drinks: Mead Favorite Colors: Red Weapons of Choice: Maces, axes, shields Dislikes: The Draenei, dishonorable actions Hobbies: Fishing, cooking Physical Features: Heavily muscled like most male Mag’har, but is slim in build. His jet black hair is long on both his head and beard, and is braided throughout. Special Abilities: Has an affinity for air over the other elements Positive Personality Traits: Patience, sense of humor Negative Personality Traits: Has issues forming trust and creating long lasting relationships with others Misc. Quirks: None Played by What Famous Person: N/A Theme Songs: None History: Goreth was born in AU Nagrand, Draenor, to Borgug, a shaman, and Glasha, a blademaster. A member of the Frostwolf Clan, he had a traditional orc upbringing, going through all the rites and trials that would be expected of any orc, with his parents originally planning to have him follow in his mother’s footsteps, same as his older sister, Rekamai. This changed, however, when Goreth began to show an affinity for the elements. Pursuing the shaman’s path, he took to it well, as not only did it suit his gentler nature, but he had a natural connection with the elements. Upon coming of age, Goreth embarked on his journey to the Throne of the Elements to seek the blessings of the spirits, and to attune his mind to the elements. He would return a few years later, a fully fledged shaman, taking his place at his father’s side a spiritual leader for his people. It was during this time that the Draenei would begin their attempts at “converting” their once orcish allies to the Light. Both on the front lines wielding the fury of the elements, and acting as healer to the many wounds inflicted by their pursuers, Goreth pressed on, suffering both the loss of his mother and father during a skirmish. Soon after, Horde emissaries emerged from the Nether, seeking the aid of the Mag’har. In the battle that followed, Goreth and Rekamai became separated in an explosion. He looked frantically for her among the debris and bodies, but could not find her. Forced into a retreat, Goreth fled. With Grom Hellscream leading one last charge against the Draenei, and presuming his sister to be dead, Goreth followed the Horde into Azeroth where he would make his new home, and fight for his new allies. Edit: Updated age and birth year
  12. 1 point
    “She should have visited us by now,” Charlotte said for the sixth time. Once more, and we’ll have good luck, August thought to himself. Waller said seven is a lucky number. “She’s busy,” the wolf boy replied, uncertain. That the Night Vanguard would be affected by the talk of war August heard daily in the streets of Ironforge, he had no doubt. But Lupa always looked after us before. She thinks of Charlotte before anyone else. Even me. “Ugh! Why did she send us to this stupid place? It’s so stuffy in Ironforge!” the strawberry-haired girl jumped up and down on her bed, thankfully covered with a mattress since the bed itself was carved from the very rock of the mountain. The room they slept in was fancy, August supposed. He’d only ever slept in one dwarven house before, and it was nowhere near the size of this one. It was enough to make him feel like a blind pup all over again. August carefully watered his potted plant at the window. Summer was drawing to a close, and sunlight would be scarce in Autumn, so he kept the window open as often as he could. Charlotte had once complained of the draft – the mountain wind was cold no matter what time of year it was – but August was adamant about keeping the plant healthy. “It’s the only plant I brought from the Grove,” he had explained. Charlotte had only huffed and pouted. August was glad she didn’t threaten to burn it like she did everything else these days. “If she can’t come visit us, then we should go visit her!” Charlotte said. August shook his head, not bothering to look away from his plant. “She said to stay. She said it was too dangerous in the Grove. We’ll be safe here.” “But it’s so booooooring!” the girl shouted, falling on her mattress with a loud plop. Waller entered the room, rubbing his temples sleepily. “Children,” he said in his gravelly dwarven tone, “It’s the weekend. I don’t get to sleep in often. So why in the bloody hell are you making so much noise at the crack of dawn?” “August opened the window again,” Charlotte complained. The boy glared at her. “She was jumping on the bed,” he retorted. “Yeah, well—” Waller lifted his hands and shook his head, his oddly short beard jiggling as he did. “I don’t want to hear it. Why don’t you two go out for a breather while I catch some more winks?” “I will, but August is just going to stay with his stupid plant.” “It’s called Kingsblood,” August insisted. “Besides, Mama hasn’t visited us yet. She promised to visit us every week!” Guess that’s good luck for us, then. “Every week she can,” Waller reminded the girl. “Brinnea’s busy. The Vanguard’s at the front of a war. There’s no telling when she’ll be able to come next.” That didn’t quell Charlotte’s displeasure at all. The girl leapt off the bed and darted by Waller’s legs and out into the long hall that served as their dining room and living space. August breathed a sigh of relief and continued to tend to his Kingsblood. If I keep this up, it should sprout into a full bush, then it can survive the winter. “Boy, you’d best follow her,” Waller said, dashing August’s hopes. “But I—ok, fine.” August set his watering can aside and ran after his sister. Brinnea had twice told him to watch after the girl. The first time had been the first she’d ever spoken to him alone. She sat him down on a stump at the shore of Pandaria. He remembered the mountains towering overhead as she spoke. “August, your mother was a brave woman, so I know you’re brave, too. My daughter means the world to me, and I will do everything I can to protect her. If you want to be part of our family, then you’ll have to do the same. We look out for each other. Can you do that?” He had nodded, not fully knowing what he had gotten himself into. When they were readying to leave for Ironforge, she had looked him in the eyes and made him repeat his promise. Maybe I should have just stayed in my garden, he thought sullenly. August’s garden had been his safe place where he grew plants of all kinds, some he didn’t even know the names of. Master Calrin, his druid teacher, had told him how impressive it was for an eleven-year-old to grow so many in so short a time. It made him proud to think on it… …and sad, as well. Charlotte had already made it to the front door, but the way was blocked by Waller’s cousin Shea. Charlotte couldn’t stand the portly dwarven woman, but lately she couldn’t stand anyone else, either. “Doesh the little princesh want to go for a walk in the big, bad mountain?” Shea mocked. She smiled on the side of her face that still worked. August didn’t understand it much, but Waller had told him in private about Shea’s troubled health in her youth. She had once had frequent attacks that paralyzed the flesh of her face. At times, it would droop and she could scarcely control her own tongue, but she had improved over the years. Now, she only slobbered occasionally, and her words were mostly intelligible. “Move, Shea! And stop calling me that!” Charlotte stamped her foot, but the sound barely echoed beyond the great feasting table resting in the hall’s center. August liked the table. It was made of polished wood to shiny he could see his own face in it, and it was marked with a howling wolf’s silhouette in the center, framed by a full moon. That was Charlotte’s sigil, they told him, but it reminded him of his old home in the woods. “The little princesh tried to run off half a dozen timesh,” Shea slobbered, “I didn’t loosh half my witsh when I losht half my face. If you’re going anywhere, it’sh with someone who can bring you back at the end of the night.” “Then August can come with me. Just let me go, already! I’m sick of this stupid place!” The girl yelled in frustration, and a ball of fire formed in her hand. Shea’s one set of working eyelids widened, and she backed up a pace as Charlotte hurled the ball at the huge hearth at the far end of the room. The flames exploded, filling the room with smoke in seconds. Coughing, Shea ushered Charlotte and August outside by their collars. Waller joined them shortly after, his sleeping gown grey with ashes. Charlotte snickered. “Oh, so you’re laughing now, are you? D’you think I brought you into my hall out of the kindness of my heart just to let you burn down the place, child? No! No more magic in my hall! I won’t have it!” Charlotte launched into another round of loud complaints before Shea shook her into silence. August would have felt bad, but ever since he’d come to Ironforge, his druidic magic had forsaken him. This just seemed fair. Waller sighed. “Listen, girl, I know how hard this is for you. But the reality is, you need to be patient. You’re meant for great things, but great people must be patient, or they’ll let everyone down who looks up to them. Do you want to let people down?” Charlotte shook her head. “Good. Now run along and try not to burn down the Great Forge. I don’t know how you’d do it, but I’m sure you’d find a way. Boy, make sure she gets home by sunset.” August nodded, and followed Charlotte, who had started jogging off the moment Shea released her. The girl started a full sprint once the dwarves were back in the hall and out of sight. August was easily faster than her, but he hung back for now. I don’t want to get yelled at again, but I don’t think I can avoid that today. The pair wound their way from the West Arm of the Commons up into the Mystic Ward. They passed by the academy where they were instructed in the refined arts and the high sciences. They passed the great stone building layered in runes where Charlotte was taught the ways of the arcane, and they flew by the pools of knowledge where the dwarven mystics conducted rituals. At least, that was what August had heard. Mostly the children just used it for water games until the grey-bearded dwarves chased them away. Finally, they came to a stop at the foot of a standing stone marked with runes they had been learning to read. Charlotte could already read Common and most of Dwarven, but August was still a novice at any reading whatsoever. Every day when his instructors would point at a shape and say a word, he would cock his head and stare, but he failed to commit any of it to memory. Rather than dwell on it, he focused on his favorite subjects: herbology and biology. Charlotte sat down by the headstone and kicked her slippers off her feet. She kicked at the water half-heartedly and stared at the ripples. August wasn’t sure what to do, so he sat down alongside her. “It’s just not fair,” his sister mumbled. “Why would she leave us here? It’s not fair…” She whipped up a fireball and tossed it into the water to make it steam. Her quick and careless use of fire magic made August uncomfortable, especially because she was growing better at it. The mystics taught her all sorts of things in that big stone building, but August wasn’t allowed in, and Charlotte mostly just complained about how smelly the old women were, so he learned not to think on it much. “You wanna play with Colin?” August asked hopefully. Though he and her were seeing eye-to-eye on fewer things lately, they always enjoyed playing with Colin together. Charlotte smiled. She sprang up, drew out her fiery orange chalk, and sketched her runes in the ground beside the pool’s edge. As she walked in the circle, filling it in with complicated script, more children came around them, curious of what was going on. August wrinkled his nose at the smell of the chalk. It reminded him of rot and fire, but he supposed it was worthwhile given the result. Charlotte skipped backwards once the circle was complete. She waved her hands and chanted in her sing-song voice, and the runes began to glow like a low hearthfire. August took an instinctive step back. This part was never precise. A puff of smoke took to the air, and for a moment the space was hot as the Great Forge half the mountain away. When the smoke settled, a short dog made of living flames bounded about in a circle, chasing his own tail. About his neck was a blue collar with a silvery snowflake pendant, which August knew made it safe to touch the dog. He stepped forward first, aware of the eyes on him as he pet the fiery dog. The other children gasped at first, then burst out in cheers and laughs. They swarmed in, and Colin reveled in the attention. Charlotte quickly began to explain the dog and the magic that made him cool to the touch, but August’s attention was drawn elsewhere. An old hermit wearing a pointed hat sat on the edge of the pool with a gnarled staff across his lap. Though the brim of his hat concealed much of his face, August could see a single eye watching him closely. The eye was dark and glittery like a black pebble in a lakebed and made him shiver when he looked into it. “C’mon, August, Colin is getting away!” Charlotte nudged the boy’s shoulder. The fiery dog was halfway to the Great Forge, most likely drawn by the heat of it, and the pack of children were in hot pursuit. Parents were roaring after them, shouting in Dwarven all the while. August began to run, knowing he could catch up to the children and even outrun them without issue, but his gaze kept drifting back to the hermit. The man watched him as he went and raised a hand as a farewell. When night came in Ironforge, you knew it not by the dimming light nor the position of the sun as August had learned in the shadowy woods of Silverpine. In Ironforge, bells would ring and be heard across the city, ringing once for each hour past midday or midnight. Eight strikes marked nighttime, and August made certain Charlotte knew of it. It took a great deal of time to get her back home, and by then the ninth tolling had begun, and Shea mocked the girl’s lateness with a jape. Charlotte acted proud and defiant until the bathing started. Once Shea was done with her, Charlotte’s flesh was red and raw. The girl slipped on her bedclothes with many groans. August couldn’t sleep that night. In his dreams, he ran with his pack, and his heart raced as they neared a kill. He carried a knife in hand, as he always did, but his kin carried only tooth and claw. When the prey fell and it was time to deliver the final blow, he woke in a pool of sweat. Charlotte snored fitfully – when the girl fell asleep, she slept like the dead, only noisier – so August stood up and opened the window to let the cool air in. He could hear a bird’s cry somewhere out in the grey-black sky. August sometimes dreamed of flying instead of hunting, but in every dream, he had a pack again. He was whole again. He looked at Charlotte, feeling guilty. Brinnea was like a mother to him, a guardian and a guide like his first Lupa had been years ago. But she was not his mother. Nobody could replace her, though she had not been of his father’s pack. And Father… The bird’s cry grew louder. August wondered if it was alone, and how long it had been. Birds of prey hunted alone, he knew. Unlike the wolf, the bird did not know family. Did that make the bird happier? Was it better to always be alone? August had no answers, so he tried to tend to his plant a while to ease his mind. But the bird’s cry drew nearer, as though it were right in front of him. A shadow flew over his head, straight through the window and into the room. August’s first thought was of Charlotte. He whirled around, his knife suddenly in hand. The shadow of a bird had vanished and left in its place the hermit from the pool in the Mystic Ward. “Oh, hello,” the one-eyed man muttered, “Bloody windy outside. I thought you might have the window shut.” “Who are you?” August demanded. He wondered if he should shout to bring Waller and Shea, but instead he waited. “You may call me Wilmar, young one, for that’s my name. To call me anything else would be awfully confusing.” The man’s dung-brown hair was long and seemed uncut for many years. It ran down his back to his waist like a fur cape while his beard jutted out in wild tufts. He had only one eye, and that was dark and red where most eyes were white. He placed his gnarled staff against the wall and drew a smoking pipe. “What are you doing in here? Why were you watching us earlier?” August tried to make his voice sound strong and sure, like Brinnea’s, but he must have seemed a little thing to this man, and weak. “I can always sniff out potential, young one. Believe me. And I know what it’s like to feel the call of the wild, only to have it shut away from you like a dog trapped in a kennel or a bird in a cage. That’s why I was watching you. Why I’m here…well, that’s to train you, of course.” A light smoke filled the room as Wilmar lit his pipe and puffed. Charlotte did little more than twitch at the disturbance. August lowered his knife. “You can train me? You can make me a druid?” “Well, the Emerald Dream makes the true druids. I can show you a path and tell you how to walk it, and the rest will be up to you. So, what do you say?” There was little thought in August’s head other than his reply, which was immediate: “Yes!”
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    “You should put another lightforge net on that hill. The hunter has claws like steel and won’t be hindered by a brisk climb,” Brinnea gestured with the stump of her right arm. She felt a phantom finger point as well, but where it should have been there was only empty air. Christa pushed the wheelchair and nodded at a pair of squires, who quickly set to work at the fortifications. “That should do for the east side. What about the north?” “Trenches and stakes. The land rolls down naturally, but it’s hard to see as you enter. She’ll be eager to attack after missing me the last time. Maybe we’ll get lucky and she’ll fall in. More realistically, it will make it harder for her to maneuver out of camp.” Brinnea felt the need to stand and stretch her legs. It was a maddening feeling, the desire to move what cannot be moved. Christa made an affirmative noise and passed the order along. The knights following the sisters seemed less than amused by this display. The dwarf man wearing captain’s colors least of all. “I won’t just stand idly while this death knight gives commands," he had said when Brin asked to be shown around. Brin had replied, “I am merely pointing out what should be done to safeguard against a more threatening undead foe. The safest precaution would be to leave me in the river you fished me from.” Christa cut the head off that conversation immediately. “That takes care of the parameter,” Christa said. “Now we need to discuss where you’ll be during all of this.” “Dangling from a gallows like meat for a trap,” Brinnea replied without a trace of sarcasm. “We talked about that plan.” “It’s the smartest play.” “Not for you, it isn’t.” Brinnea huffed. “It’s not as if I can move myself around anyway. Keeping me in clear view at all times will ensure that monster will be visible as well.” Christa gestured to the watchtower at the center of the encampment. “At the top of that, you’ll have walls and archers about to protect you. We knights are the best equipped to kill this hunter. You won’t be in any danger.” “Not until she cuts through your archers. I don’t need anyone risking their lives for mine.” The dwarf cleared his throat. “Don’t I get a say in this?” Christa scowled. “You had your say, Captain Redstone. But I have the command here, and I have elected to ignore your say.” “We are of equal rank, Velmon! And what you intend to do here is a serious waste of Silver Hand resources!” “A powerful undead abomination is coming right for us. You think I intend to miss that opportunity?” “From all we have heard of this monster, it only cares to kill your no-limbed, deadweight sister and anyone who gets in the way of her.” Brinnea sighed. “The creature is erratic, dangerous, and subservient to a deceased witch of the Burning Legion. Without anyone giving her orders, she’s like to go on a mad killing spree in distress. The safest thing is to put her down using me as bait.” The dwarf sniffed contemptuously. “Aye, you’d know all about killing sprees, wouldn’t you, Butcher?” Christa opened her mouth to reply, but Brin cut her off with a pleading look. The older sister composed herself. “My plan shall come in effect. I am taking my sister to the roof of the tower. Captain, you shall remain below to lead the shield wall. Dismissed.” Christa wheeled Brin away, leaving the stout knight with a flustered expression. *** “Why did you come this way, Brinnea?” Christa asked as they watched the sun set from the roof of the watchtower. The pink light painted the clouds a dreamy color. “I wanted to see Andorhal,” Brin answered. One last time. “To what end? Home is long gone. All we can do now is try to build a new one.” “I tried that a few times. I’m no longer built for such endeavors.” Christa had nothing to say to that. Brin looked her sister up and down. She had always been tall and thickset, but now she was stern and proud and full of purpose. The Light had a plan for her. I was left alone in the dark, despite my cries for help. “What will you do about the limbs?” Christa asked. “You death knights have means of replacing them, right?” “I haven’t counted myself as one of the Ebon Blade for years,” Brin said, “I won’t even be able to make my own rune blade, let alone have limbs replaced.” “You must know someone who could fix you up.” Brin smiled callously. “Haven’t you heard? I’m a friendless killer. A butcher of innocents. Even more sinister folk don’t want anything to do with me. I’m a waystone for bad luck.” Christa’s brown eyes flashed angrily. “I’ve had enough of that despairing tone of yours. Even as a little kid you were always moaning about your lot in life. I need a straight answer from you. No bullshit. Did you kill the Gilneans in Valsharah?” “I may as well have.” “Explain. Speak up and look at me when you talk. Were you not forced to kill them by Cynthia?” The witch’s golden eyes flashed in the back of her mind. You wanted it, the eyes said. You enjoyed it. “It’s true that she commanded me to go to the camp. I was to scout the defenses and begin an attack if the opportunity was ripe.” “And did you?” Brinnea nodded. “I didn’t know whose camp it was until I got there. Esmerra.” Brin spat the name hatefully. “She deserved to die. She sacrificed me, my daughter, and Parigan to that black-hearted devil-woman. She deceived us hoping to profit from our deaths.” “So you killed her?” “I did. I called for the demons to attack. I unleashed undead on the town. And when I had her cornered I showed no mercy. She died screaming, torn to shreds by ghouls. And I…I felt light afterwards. Like I’d removed a stain from the world and took a weight off my shoulders. I’m sick, Christa. There’s something broken in me that can’t be fixed.” Tears welled in her eyes. Brin lifted a hand to wipe them away, but there was no hand to lift. She cursed and rubbed her face on her bicep. “I don’t know about all that,” Christa said nonchalantly. “Mother always said if you’re sick, go to the healer.” Brin looked up at her. “What are you saying?” “I’ve known men and women who went mad on campaign in Northrend. They went to a man in the Storm Peaks, and when they returned they were back to normal.” Brin was about to ask more when a shout called her attention to the base of the tower. “She’s coming! She tore the cavalry to shreds! Ready yourselves, fools!” Christa swore. “Damn Redstone! I told him to hold position, not send our heavy horse out to scout!” She picked herself from her seat and took up her mace and shield. She looked at Brinnea with eyes set like stone. “Stay here. I’ll be back soon.” Brinnea felt a rush of panic. You don’t know that, she almost said. Then Christa was gone. It was full dark now, and torches shone across the camp below. Shouts told Brin where to look. The hunter moved like a shadow in a sea of shadows. She came from the east, down the hillside. The lightforged net didn’t trigger, so she must have leapt over it. Bits of armor and weapons rained down on the defenders, forcing them to stay put as the hunter charged downhill on her spiderlike limbs. The archers nocked, drew, and loosed. The hunter took two blessed arrows and screeched angrily but did not slow down. She barreled into the shield wall. Brin had been expecting her to cut through the paladins like she had the mercenaries in Arathi, but these knights were made of sterner stuff, and blessed by the Light as well. The hunter retreated, pelted by arrows and weapons that burned her at the touch. She spouted acid but shields of light kept the defenders mostly unharmed. The hunter limped around the side, aiming to climb the side of the tower no doubt. Christa emerged from the tower with a pair of squires attending her, each armed with a shimmering silver lance. Christa herself looked fierce in silver plate and bearing a heavy oaken shield against the creature. The hunter leapt overhead, but Christa slammed her out of the air. The trio cornered the beast against the side of the tower. She seemed to have damaged her limbs, so the beast could not scamper up the side to escape. Christa stepped back as the archers hailed arrows down on the hunter. With one final ear-splitting scream, it was over. Brinnea let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Brin had two of the archers help her downstairs to her wheelchair, where Christa met her. “A quick one, that,” she commented simply. “I can see how you had so much trouble, so poorly armed as you were.” Brin smiled. “You’re not even out of breath. I’ll admit, you’ve gotten pretty good at what you do.” Christa smirked. “Well, I haven’t been sitting on my hands all these years, have I? Do you want to see the body? It might set your mind at ease.” Brinnea nodded. When they reached the corpse, Brinnea realized for the first time how young the girl looked. She must have been a beauty at one time, but not her mouth was twice as long as a normal one and her teeth were a jagged ruin of metal shards. Her eyes were black and yellow and lifeless, but Brin could swear she saw a hint of gratitude in them, as if she were happy to finally be at rest. “Christa,” Brin said, “What’s the name of that man in the mountains? The one who cured those soldiers?” “They never mentioned a name,” she replied. “But I can tell you where to find him.” As they returned to the tent Brin was recovering in, the death knight glanced out at the vast, dark fields of Lordaeron. In the distance she saw lights that she knew belonged to Andorhal, the place she once called home. And in that dark distance, she glimpsed a grey figure lope across the field. The wolf looked at her with uncertain eyes. They were eyes that spoke to her clearly. This is not the end of the road.
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    Well, Darkshore is a warzone again. A real one, this time. The Night Elves have invoked their goddess and the Horde has asked that we defend the land that we attempted to take. Sylvanas has been plaguing it, so I'm not sure what the point of it all is. Survival? How are we supposed to survive on plagued land? Does she expect us all to go there for the glory of battle and nothing else? We're not that stupid, Sylvanas. The Alliance is expected to attack Andorhol, soon. With them, the Night Vanguard. I can't say I'm at all surprised. Ever since we broke our treaty they've somehow managed to pop up in places where conflict is imminent, so what's one more battle? They outnumber us, that's for sure. They have superior numbers and Margoz can pull dozens of troops out of his ass if he so chooses. We're not going to win this fight by throwing bodies at him and I won't sacrifice my men that way. I have a better idea, one that utilizes the strengths that the Horde has and the Alliance doesn't. No, it's not the plague.
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    12.15.18 So much has happened since I last picked up this book. Teldrassil is burnt to ash. Undercity and Brill are lost to the Alliance. Twilight Empire cornered us in the guildhall, ran us out, and took over the place. Awatu picked Alterac to be our new home. So now we live in among ogres in the middle of nowhere instead of among Forsaken in a respectable town. A couple of the Empire followed me to the farm when I escaped Brill. They took my prisoner—the Tirisfal killer—from me and drove me off my own property. I’m sure they freed the prisoner. I guess they wouldn’t consider her guilty of murder for only killing Forsaken. Since then, the Horde has moved out to Zandalar to make allies of the trolls there. There have been skirmishes here and there with the Alliance since then, in Arathi and Darkshore, and a few on the islands of Zandalar and Kul Tiras, but nothing major. Awatu has named me Irredeemable. I’ve been kept busy organizing our attacks against the Alliance, and planning other hunts and events for Grim, whether for benefit or entertainment. Along with that, I’ve been playing politics with other organizations of the Horde both to make alliances with them and to bolster our own numbers. It has been slow, tedious work to find other organizations like us, that are interested in joining together to hunt Alliance. Killing is so much easier than making friends. I told Canai I would speak to Cobrak and see if any of his company want to fight alongside us as some of them once did. It’s been a while since I visited the Port. I should stop somewhere and get some cookies for Gruk on the way. Darrethy has joined The Grim. I have no doubt his viewpoints and actions are perfectly in line with the Mandate. I’m certain he will be successful here. I saw him at his interview, though I let Qabian do most of the talking, but I haven’t sought him out since. I remember long talks with him and a few others around the fire in the Brokenspear. I stabbed his wife in cold blood once, just to hurt him. I can’t remember now if he had done something to anger me that much, or if I felt too close to him and did it to make him hate me. Maybe a bit of both. Getting too close to someone gives them power over you. It also makes them a target for your enemies. I'm very interested to see how he fares in The Grim.
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    Brinnea woke to a searing pain and a dull hunger. She lay in a simple cot with a scratchy blanket, but it may as well have been a cloud for how much she could feel of it. When she tried to move, her body rebelled and lay still. Her arm and leg itched furiously. She tried to scratch at her arm but found that her left hand was missing – as was her right arm. Memory flooded back along with another wave of pain. She didn’t bother trying to reach her itching phantom leg. “Brin, you’re awake,” a familiar voice said at her left side. Brin struggled just to turn her head and look. “Christa,” she rasped. Her sister. She stood by the bed looking haggard; her armor was dinted and dingy, her hair messy and overgrown, and her eyes were bloodshot and drooping. She was the most beautiful thing Brinnea had seen in months. Christa adjusted the covers on Brinnea’s body. “We don’t have a proper healer here for you,” she said, “But I plan on capturing some animals for you. It should help you get back to your feet.” She winced when she realized what she said. “Where are we?” Brinnea asked. “A small farmstead. The Silver Hand is helping the farmers get settled in safely. With the Forsaken distracted to the west and south, we finally have some breathing room to rebuild Lordaeron.” “The war still rages?” Brinnea wasn’t sure why she cared, but she asked anyway. “Yes, and it doesn’t show signs of stopping. Sylvanas escaped when Lordaeron fell to the Alliance. Forsaken resistance is still strong in places. Not strong enough to kick up fuss about us knights.” “You remained neutral?” Christa nodded. “And I intend to stay that way. If we play our cards right, Andorhal might be free for human settlement again soon. I thought I might open an inn there if that happened.” “That would suit you,” Brin said. “I wish I could be there to see it.” “You aren’t dead yet, sister. Not truly.” “It’s only a matter of time. Besides, Andorhal won’t be a home for me. Only another place full of enemies.” “You don’t know that for certain,” Christa said, but she didn’t sound like she believed herself. When Brinnea was silent for a long while, Christa stood to take her leave. “Thank you,” Brinnea said. “Christa, thank you.” She opened the door and replied without looking back, “It’s what sisters are for, aren’t they?”
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    The Exodar: At last there was a response on his hearthstone, an unfamiliar woman's smoke-roughened voice gave a quivering reply. "Are you, Aruku?" "Yes, where's Janala?!" A pause, then, "I'm... I'm sorry. We got trapped in the burrows. My child and I, she shared her hearthstone with us. We all tried to use, but she didn't... make it." Janala's hearthstone had been set to their home, here on Azuremyst. The bottom dropped out of his previously clenched stomach, leaving him feeling cold and alone. They were gone, his wife and his unborn daughter both. "... Hello?" It took him a long moment to regain enough composure to reply, voice thick with emotion, "Thank you, for letting me know." Long ears wilted and shoulders drooping he stared at what was now the funeral pyre for two of his loved ones, along with many other unfortunates. Some time later his kids found him, having come up to see as well. They all hugged one another, a small family group among the crowd of many. "Where's mom?" One of them asked timidly, afraid of the answer. Looking at the kids surrounding him the young man swallowed his feelings, forcing them to the back and locking them away. Vemy was right, he was going to be needed even more right now. They all were. "Don't worry, I'm sure she's fine. She's a druid, she can fly, remember?" Forcing a smile he tried to reassure the kids and keep them calm. Once they weren't needed for the injuries coming from Darnassus, then they could mourn. "But there's gonna be a lot of people from the big tree who'll need our help, so let's go back inside and start, aye?" Giving each a kiss and hug he went back inside with them, dropping them off on the way to the clinic. When he came back the elf was no longer smiling. Instead a subdued, grim person returned and went quietly to work, eyes hollow with pent up loss. Finishing his shift with Vemy he saw her off, then went back in to keep working. Sanjay seemed to have the same idea. The monk had not left the hospital since he returned to the Exodar, and had worked through several assistants in the whirlwind days since. He adopted Aruku during nightly rounds and forced a cup of tea into the elf’s hand. “If you intend to stay and you wish to be useful, you will drink that and steel yourself,” he says. Aruku didn't balk and simply drank the tea, not noticing the taste at all. "Alright." He couldn't sleep anyways. Being assistant to Sanjay kept him occupied and they worked together in quiet accord. It was like a grim test of stamina between the two as they settled into a work rhythm. Working their way through the next few days without sleep and only taking breaks for necessities the pair efficiently treated as many victims and refugees as they could; mostly those folk from Teldrassil or near it who had gotten 'lucky' in escaping via means other than the portal to Stormwind. Azuremyst was the nearest safe port for anyone without teleportation. It was dawning on the third day after the tragedy when the thin blood elf finally collapsed between one step and the next, having driven himself to his limits. Strain lined his face even while unconscious, leaving him looking worn out and used up. With all the beds in the clinic and its overflow area filled it ended up being Vemy who took the exhausted young man home and put him in bed there. With her husband gone there was plenty of room for a scrawny elf and between her shifts she took care of him too. ----------------------------------- Resting he might be in bed but Aruku's mind was fitful, struggling to make sense of everything that had happened. The Horde set fire to Teldrassil, a World tree. Those damn stupid orcs, those hateful undead. Why had no one stopped it? Why had no one stood up? What had the Tauren been doing with all their Earthmother talk? The blood elves should have known destroying a magical world tree was bad! Even the goblins should have recognized that Teldrassil was more profitable existing than being ashes! …. did those in the Horde he had counted as friends, had they been part of this? Had people he'd healed been the cause of this suffering? Even unprovoked, the Horde would attack and kill. They might as well be The Grim. He could feel bitterness replacing the emptiness inside of him, that once had held such love for everyone and everything. Was this how the world had always been, and the Light had just made him blind to it? Without Janala he alone had to raise all these kids; find a way to support, feed and clothe them. Bitterness sparked anger, helplessness turned into frustration. Without magical talent, physical prowess or mental sharpness how was he supposed to do that? Alchemy made some gold, but all the best herbs were in dangerous places. And worst of all he looked like a Horde. Aruku was almost tempted to fix that by embracing the Void but some lingering bit of self preservation kept him from doing it. With the state of mind he was in he'd be lost to it immediately. Driven with no goal he rose, mechanically taking his hearthstone to set up a place for his kids to be taken care of while he lost himself in trying to find a new path to follow, a reason to continue.
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    ((Takes place before the War of Thorns)) Gentle waves lapped up a short slightly pebbly beach, the small shallow passageway between the two islands deflecting any of the larger waves from the Veiled Sea. While there wasn't as much sand to run around on in this eastern inlet there were more things of interest to kids; like the scattered seashells, small crawlers in the water and tall hardy sea grasses lining the edge of the beach. Soft puffy clouds drifted lazily overhead, the sea was a muted aqua and the light refreshing scent of surrounding pines pleasant accented the salty breeze. Schools of Red Snapper darted away from the herd of kids playing noisily in the water's edge as Aruku watched from shore, keeping a closer eye on the youngest toddler who was playing with some shells and rocks near the water's edge. Besides being closer to home and more entertaining to the kids, he'd chosen the less popular shore to avoid any of the local Draenei asking why there was a blood elf on Azuremyst. While they'd gotten permission for him to stay at home, it didn't mean the locals were comfortable with it. But the less they saw him, the less trouble there would be. It had been a few weeks since Niala had helped him return from The House. Once away from the stresses of that place the young man had been able to eat more regularly and properly, regaining some strength and health. In that time he'd talked with Janala, his wife and finalized the plans for their family moving. The large sword that had gotten stabbed into Azeroth and the disturbances in nature Janala felt since then helped finally decide them on moving to Shattrath, off world. There were also rumors of tension between the factions flaring up again, making the neutral city even more of an appeal. So Aruku stayed home, watching and caring for the kids which uplifted his heart whenever he started growing morose thinking back on certain irrefutable things the House had made more apparent about Baal'themar and Syreena. Meanwhile Janala took almost daily trips to the site they'd picked out, just up against Shattrath's outside walls in Terokkar Forest growing and shaping a tree to be their new home. He'd have to remember to write letters to his friends to inform them of the new house and ask for assistance with the move on moving day once it was ready. Lightly shaking his head of the thoughts the redheaded blood elf turned and packed up the remainder of the picnic brought with them, which reminded him of all the packing they still needed to do at home. Getting the kids to pack their things was a chore in an of itself, but they'd done some so today was a treat-break from it. Finished gathering up what he'd brought out with them the golden eyed elf turned, cupping his hands to his mouth and hollering to the kids, “Time t' pack up! We're goin' home!” As expected this was met with groaning and moaning about wanting to stay out longer and deliberately dragging feet as they made their way to shore. But Aruku didn't give in as he went to gather up Jess'an, the youngest from the shoreline. The rest of the kids went to their little collection piles of special pebbles, shells and other bits of treasures found at the beach, picking them up to bring home with them as mementos of their first home. Several minutes of corralling later the herd and Aruku were headed through the sea grasses and into the pine forest. Things would work out better at the new place, they could have friends from both sides visit with ease and being so close to the major city Janala would be able to travel to Darnasses daily for her work and return home. And being so close to a Naaru, maybe Aruku could spend the time relearning the Light again. Optimistically Aruku escorted the kids home, the late afternoon sun coloring everything warmly and lighting the meadows in the thin forest. Off to the northwest out of the inlet, framed by the trees of Amenvale and Azuremyst Teldrassil glowed softly blue, reassuring in the horizon's haze. ((To be Continued))
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    Lor'Danel was falling, the last defense before the Horde reached Teldrassil. Pressing her lips together grimly the green haired night elf surveyed the map and markers of her family's assets. People, goods, equipment, knowledge stores; it was too much to move at once but if they could just move things that couldn't be taken now into hiding, they could be retrieved under the noses of the Horde during occupation of the city. Her people were skilled at that. Snapping out orders and arranging plans to the best of her ability she sent clan members out of the hidden burrows with missives, knowing they were racing against time with their lives on the line. Not enough time, never enough time. Janala felt like she was always trying to beat time; first in her own life, then in her husband's life, now for all of her clans' family's' lives. She'd won the first two of those, now... There was a little shudder in the ground under her feet. It'd not been long enough, by her estimations only the most essential things had been moved and non-essential family members should just be packing up or heading out now. Looking about the empty burrow alcove she slowly walked out, her pregnancy slowing her down. She should be leaving soon as well, once everyone had their orders. Giving a little harrumph at the idea of having to use a beast for transportation instead of shifting forms as she usually did the young lady rubbed her rounded abdomen, smiling softly as she murmured reassurances to the baby girl within. Up ahead she could hear running, stumbling footsteps coming towards her. Frowning Janala started at her slow pace up the passageway, stopping when she saw a panicked mother and child round the bend. These clan members were not the ones she expected to see. “Teldrassil...” gasps out the other lady, tears welling up in her eyes. “It's burning! We... we're trapped!” Hugging her young child tightly she trembled. Pursing her lips Janala tried to stay calm, someone had to have a cool head here. “We will exit the burrow and get the nearest Hippogryph, there should...” she was cut off by the other lady's wail. “No, we're trapped, in the burrow! Fire's everywhere outside, in the entrance...” Shaking her head she sobbed, already the smell of smoke was drifting down from the passageway up. Violet skin blanched in color as understanding set in. Placing a hand on the other lady's back she rubbed and asked softly, “Honey, is anyone else in here with us?” A 'no' shake of the head was the reply given. Options were quickly becoming slim. Awkwardly standing there trying to soothe one of her subordinate's and her crying child Janala had many thoughts running through her mind. There was one way out but it wouldn't take all of them, even this small of a group. Selfishly she had wanted to use it for herself to get out just before the Horde came in. It'd take her to her home on Azuremyst, where she could be with her children and her loving husband. Her eyes softened as she thought of them and him, then looked down at the two next to her. She knew what Aruku'd do, crazy as it was. And she knew how he'd feel if he knew she didn't try to save these two when she saved herself. Giving a sad little smile Janala settled heavily next to the pair with a little 'ooopf,' taking and drawing their hands into her own. “Do not cry, everything is going to be alright sweeties.” With one hand the druidess reached into a bag at her side, withdrawing a hearthstone. “This is not set to Darnassus, this will take you to my home on Azuremyst.” “I.. we couldn't you're Head of...” “Shhhh,” Giving the two a reassuring smile she placed the stone into the middle of their joined hands, “We will just see how many it can take at once, perhaps Elune will bless our trip.” With a deep breath she made up her mind. Please Elune, let this work. “Be sure to hold on tightly, ok?” When she'd gotten nods of agreement and saw hope in their eyes the three of them held onto the hearthstone, practically covering its surface with their hands. Smoke wafting in thickened as Janala traced the rune to activate the teleportation device, a soft green glow issuing forth from between the group's hands. Reaching out it enveloped them, whisking away to safety those who had previously been without hope. As the green glow disappeared, only Janala was left behind in the otherwise empty burrow corridor. Gently lowering her hands onto her rounded stomach she began to sing softly, strangely at ease with her fate but still mourning for her child to be. You had your whole life ahead And that I took away from you Was it selfish of me to decide this To save lives precious to another? I wish I could have shown the joys and wonders of the world to you Held your perfect little hands in mine and shared in your triumphs as you grew. But it shall never pass now so to you I give a lullaby, a story of the place where we lived and shall die. In purity, all things are born. The eldest tree was once a tender sapling, And even the stars were young. O Lady Elune, Weep tears so sweet At the thought of the innocence That once was ours. The huntress' horn has sounded! To battle, it calls us now, To the defense of all we hold dear: This city, This well of the moon, This soft song of the evening breeze. it calls us, And we answer. The jewel of our city Lies within their craven grasp. One last time, we shall stand. One final act, we shall perform By the light of the moons, By the flash of our blades, By the song of our arrows, We shall triumph-- Or we shall fall. The tree has fire for leaves And skeletons for branches And its roots feed only upon The ashes of the dead. The winds that sigh through it now are the cries of the dying And this daughter, This lament For horrors unspeakable, For cruelty unimaginable, For this life and the beauty and the grace that once were And shall never be again. By the moons' glow, listen. Beside the river, listen. Holding those you live, listen: To the cries of the dying, To the whisper of the wind over the silent dead, To the song my broken heart will ever sing Of the story of the Tree of the World And the death of all the dreams It once cradled in its mighty boughs. -----------------------------------------------
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    Things continued that way for some time. The routine changed when Sanjay returned with the new patients and healers. The clinic exploded in size and began to resemble a true hospital, albeit with few real walls or beds. Though it was easy to get lost in the tangled mass of wounded, sick, and healers, Aruku found himself constantly working alongside Vemynisa. Every day they grew more in-sync, able to assist one another with barely a word spoken between them. The Draenei spoke to the elf freely about nearly anything, and was an attentive listener when Aruku spoke. While Aruku didn't seem to think the near constant presence of Vemy was odd, he did end up opening up and relaxing around her more, acting more his normal self. That came with both raunchy jokes, casual flirting & talk of his family, at least as far as she was comfortable with. One of their break conversations over hot beverages; coffee for Vemy, tea for Aruku; turns to baking plans to treat the staff. Both of them have spouses who are hazards in the kitchen so it'd be a nice change of pace to make food with someone else... and maybe afterwards they can enjoy one another's company in a different way. Before more plans are made Sanjay bursts into the room, clenching his jaw with iron strength. “Those damn maniacs...you two haven’t heard yet, have you?” He glances between the two, his eyes stern and angry, but underneath the anger there lies something Aruku has never seen in Sanjay before. Fear. Puzzlement and worry showed on the thin man's face, and by the lack of reaction it was evident before he even spoke that he hadn't heard. "What happened?" While his mind flew through several thoughts he wasn't about to presume what it might be yet. “It’s Teldrassil,” the monk says, “The Horde set fire to it. The entire tree is ablaze.” Vemynisa gasps. She puts a hand over her mouth. “By the Naaru...” Aruku stared blankly at Sanjay for a long moment, his mind refusing to grasp what the words meant. Teldrassil couldn't be completely on fire, it was giant! When Sanjay's expression didn't change his golden eyes grew wide in alarm and he spun to dash for the door. While recklessly speeding off he dug out his hearthstone, trying to reach his wife in Darnassus to let her know if she didn't already. Sanjay sidesteps, still cursing under his breath. Vemynisa leaps to her hooves and races after the elf. "Aruku!" she calls after him, "I--I think we're going to need you even more now..." She fidgets nervously. Too wrapped up in the panic of trying to make sure his wife was alive and safe, and needing to see this with his own eyes the blood elf bolted out of the clinic and across the Exodar. It seemed everyone was still in a bit of shock at the news so he managed to exit unhindered, panting as he passed through the bits of wall around the city till he could get a view of Teldrassil. Already there was dark smoke making a smudge on the sky in that direction, under lit by an angry orange light. He wasn't the only one out here either. Others had come out to stare in horrified disbelief to the north east. Men, women, young, old, all were gathered in an eerie quiet vigil only broken by sobbing here and there.
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    As with most such things everything had started out fine. Time had come around for the visit to the Exodar Sanjay had said he'd work on getting through for Aruku. As Janala was off in Outlands working on growing their new home that meant the young blood elf had brought along the entire entourage of half-breed children with him to visit, much to the dismay of his host Sanjay. Fortunately the human's working partner Ingrid, an easygoing dwarf lady was delighted by the additions. Dropping the kids off at their friends was uneventful enough and allowed Aruku to pay attention when he was brought over and shown about the human monk's pride and joy in the Crystal Tier: 'The Sands of Time Healing Clinic.' Tucked in a back corner it was a modest establishment but homey. It wasn't long before the blood elf had been introduced to most the workers and had waded in with Sanjay to lend a hand, having some casual.... ok, maybe not so casual conversation. But before the talk could get more awkward and uncomfortable... “Sanjay!” Ingrid cried as she burst into the room, looking panicked. “There’s been an attack in Kalimdor! The Horde is marching on Darkshore!” Those words marked the end of the pleasant trip, and the beginning of working full shifts along with the others in the clinic as they received injuries that couldn't be taken care of out in the field. Sanjay left to go to the warfront, leaving Ingrid in charge. Temporary beds and rooms were set up outside and still there was concern of not having enough space to handle it if things got worse. Everyone in the city was pitching in in their own ways, even the older kids were being sent on tasks and given responsibilities around the Exodar. Aruku's wife, Janala had returned to Darnassus and was doing work she could what with being in the late stages of her pregnancy. Mostly giving orders and handling the Shadowblade family's organization to this crisis, or at least that's what Aruku understood of it. The week rushes by at a blinding speed. Injured soldiers and civilians run through the clinic like a river of blood, and in the thick of the tide stand Aruku, Ingrid, and Vemynisa. Ingrid mostly operates on her own, leaving Aruku and the Draenei woman to work together most of the week. She’s quiet mainly, and her thoughts seem preoccupied. Yet she always seems strangely close to Aruku. Every so often their hands brush against one another and she rushes to hide her blushing face. When she does speak to him, she always seems out of breath and flustered. Between treating the injuries, grabbing bites to eat here and there and the tiredness at the end of the long shifts, Aruku couldn't find a good time to ask Vemy about her shy reactions to him. His golden eyes ask questions but there never seems to be a free moment to put voice to it. When a full week has passed, Vemy finds Aruku in the break room with a roll of paper in hand. “I have something for you,” she says. Hearing her words and seeing the paper his heart jumped in his chest. He'd nearly forgotten his pass here was only for a week, was this an order for him to leave? Worried he raised his golden eyes to meet the draenei lady's, "Is it good, or bad news?" "That depends on you. I spoke with the ambassador's office, and convinced them to extend your visit indefinitely to assist with wartime treatments." She hands him the scroll, sealed with the pink and gold seal of the Prophet. Her hand lingers by his a moment before she promptly retreats a couple steps. The thin man's eyes grow big as he looks at the seal then up at her. Questions come out as incredulity and relief fight for space on his features, "I can stay?" The rhetorical inquiry was quickly followed by, "You did this for me?" Vemy opens her mouth, closes it, then clears her throat and says, “I did it for the sick and wounded of this war. They need your help — our help.” While he might not be quick on other things, social things he was decent at. Giving Vemy a soft smile despite the tiredness from the long week of work he took the few steps over to her and gave her a quick, strong hug of thanks. "Yer a nice gal, ya know that?" Vemynisa freezes at the embrace. Her face flushes a deep blue color, which she tries to hide with her facial tentacles. "You...you're not bad," she manages with a cough. Giving one final squeeze he lets her go, a hint of mischief twinkling in his eyes as he looks up at her. "Thanks cutie." Her blush transcends embarrassment. This time she reaches out to pat his cheek. “It—it was my pleasure,” she says awkwardly before clopping out of the break room. Smiling after the nice lady (and view) exiting the room he took a seat, happy she had willingly touched him at last without moving away. Breaking the seal open on the paper he read over it, more of a formality since Vemy had told him what was inside already. At least something good had happened.
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    ((The storyline is still wrapping up a few loose threads in Discord, but here's a post about The Grim losing their long-time guildhall in Brill as a result of it.)) By now, everyone has surely heard about the Battle of Lordaeron. The Alliance forces overtook the place, swarming through the ruins like rats scurrying through a tomb. The Warchief had no choice but to call for her Horde forces to retreat. When Baine sounded the retreat, the Commander of The Grim gave the order for his members to fall back to the Grim’s halls in Brill to defend their base there. They broke off from the rest of the Horde and headed for where the Gallow’s End Tavern once stood. The town was already in ruin, and the secret entrance to the Grim’s headquarters was exposed. After the Mandate’s followers were inside, the door was sealed with magic and stone. Some Alliance, namely the Twilight Empire, saw The Grim breaking off the main group of Horde and pursued. It did not take them long to break through the barriers at the entrance of the guildhall, and soon members bearing the colors of Twilight Empire clashed with those of The Grim just inside the entrance. Meanwhile, other Grim were deeper in the catacombs, retrieving documents and artifacts and other important items. Eventually, knowing they were outnumbered with all the Alliance outside, Awatu, the Grim Commander, gave the order for the Grim to abandon their guildhall of many years and find their way to safety. Most of the Grim exited the halls through portals, summons, and back exits. A few remained to stall the Alliance intruders for a few more precious moments, sacrificing themselves so the others could get out. Grim who spoke about the whole incident had varying emotions. Some were angry, some were indifferent. “It was… not unexpected, considering the result of the Ashenvale offensive,” Commander Awatu Stonespire of The Grim said. “While effective, the Warchief continues to make… questionable tactical decisions. As for the loss of the Halls, they are simply rooms and corridors. We can rebuild and rejoin the war effort. We lost a battle, but a war still needs to be fought.” Commander Stonespire has since called for the search of a suitable location for a new Grim guildhall. High Inquisitor Qabian Grimfire had a bit more than that to say on the subject. “Our guild hall was a stuffy, gloomy place that wasn’t worth spending any more time in than absolutely necessary, but it was useful enough with its history and its use as a gathering point that it was frequently absolutely necessary. Gathering points are easy enough to replace, but the history we built is gone. “Perhaps on some level it was inevitable that Stormwind would try to reclaim Lordaeron from the people who paid the price of their very lives to remain in their own homeland,” Qabian continued. “Humans have always been idiotic on the basest of levels, prone to taking things that don’t belong to them. However, I for one am convinced that they never would have had the courage to march through Tirisfal and ruin the lives we’d built if it weren’t for the things I’m hearing about the reappearance of a Menethil. “The individuals who chased us through and ransacked the place we had made ours, on the other hand,” Qabian went on some more, “I believe did so for deeply personal reasons, because they took offense to the various effects the Mandate had on their lives. That also has an edge of inevitability. The Mandate is not in the business of diplomacy or goodwill. We will always make the kind of enemies who would gladly end our lives with their own hands, and if they are given the opportunity to exploit any weaknesses we may suffer, as the Battle for Undercity provided them, they will never hesitate to strike. Never doubt that for a moment. Therein lies the importance of seeing the Mandate through to its ultimate goal. Should we fail, our survival, as individuals, as a collective, as nations, as the Horde itself, all of it is on the line.” Aureilya Raindawn, Keeper of Grim scrolls and documents, scowled when asked about it. “It matters not,” she said. “Let them have the blight infested land, it’s worthless to them anyway. It doesn’t matter to the Mandate what location we hold. The loss of the guildhall changes nothing. Our numbers continue to grow, even now. Let their blood soak the earth of whatever new location we procure.” A flash of rage passed through Gavril Nikolaev’s eyes when asked about it, but the Grim warlock quickly regained his composure. “We lost the guild hall. We lost the Undercity. I pray we recovered enough from our archives and vaults that the loss cuts none too deep. Sentimentality favors us not, but the fact of the matter is that we are at a severe tactical disadvantage. “We Forsaken are not well-loved by the other members of the Horde,” Gavril continued. “The loss of the Undercity is not something about which most orcs, trolls, Tauren or elves will think twice. The burning of Teldrassil, however … Will either galvanize the Alliance, or burn away at their faith … We need a new guild hall, or our enemies will chip away at us and eventually destroy us. We are nomads. Homeless. Exposed to the elements. This must needs be rectified before anything else.” “The battle was a mess,” commented Umbra Longheart, warrior of The Grim. “The Alliance caught us with our pants down, nobody suspected they would stoop to our level when they flattened Brill. It’s not the first battle I’ve been on the losing side of, though some could have saved themselves some grief by following Awatu’s orders clearly. In the heat of battle, a clear chain of command needs to be adhered to, even a bad plan can succeed with everyone working in lock step.” Umbra went on to add, “I never spent much time there as i never felt entirely… safe… I’ve done a bit of leg work finding some nice out of the way, forgotten by time locations throughout Lordaeron that would be suitable for modification, I’ve already handed the list off to Qabian though I’m sure he’s forgotten about it if he even had time to read it while beating the war drum.” Aquizit Shadesoul, Seeker of The Grim, did not seem too concerned when asked about the loss of the guildhall. “It’s a shame, solely for the fact of needing to find somewhere else to store and house the things and people who need it. I think, as a whole, it is insignificant. This organization does not suffer those who can’t take care of themselves, and the Mandate is enduring beyond paper, parchment, or records. It’s good to have a hall, for presence’s sake alone, to tell the world we exist, and that we endure. But for one individual hall? It’s just a symbol, not the heart.” Aderlee said “I tink de Grim fought well. We ‘ad very liddle casualties and we kept de Alliance away for a good while. De wards were strong but not strong enough. Dat was a weakness I ‘ad found last year at Khorvis’ request, but I don’t know if anyting was done ta make dem stronger. Da guild hall itself was fine, but it’s a loss dat we can replace. Losing Brill and Lordaeron exposed dat it was not in a strong position. We can do better. We got de important bits and artifacts and Grims out. Dat’s more important den stone and dirt.” Lord Pincus Dorian, longtime warlock of The Grim, gave only three words in comment: “Unfortunate, but necessary.” ====================================================================== Grim and TE.jpg (77.91 KiB) Viewed 2 times OOC~ Before the storyline kicked off, The Grim and Twilight Empire met to have some fun PVP skirmishes outside of Brill. This was The Grim’s last event on Twisting Nether/Ravenholdt servers. Thank you, Twilight Empire, for being a part of it!
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    ((Open to all members of The Grim and Twilight Empire. Reply here or ask any member for an invite to the Discord server.)) During the events of the battle at Lordaeron..... The sounds of battle were a neverending background noise. The Grim fought alongside the Horde in the ruins as the Alliance pressed them back with soldiers and machinery. They heard Baine call for the retreat, and reluctantly fell back with the rest of the Horde. Much of the Horde scattered then, and The Grim grouped up among themselves. Brill was scorched by now, decimated by the attack. But The Grim's guildhall was mostly underground. Breaking off from the main force, those in the familiar black and red tabards headed toward Brill. August 12, 2018 KatelleLast Sunday at 4:21 PM The stench of blood and death hung heavy in the air, but still the Alliance pressed on. Ragged cheers went up at Baine's call for retreat. The Empire stood with the Alliance, blue and gold tabards covered in gore but nonetheless brilliant in spirit, her forces rallied by the shouts of one of her warriors. They pressed forward with the other forces, both soldiers and adventurers alike, even as the Horde turned tail and retreated. ZakarnasLast Sunday at 4:21 PM As the Horde began to flee, Zakarnas stopped and stood still to breathe for what felt like the first time. He lowered his daggers and let his shoulders drop with his exhalation. Amber eyes scanned the ruins, analyzing comrade and foe alike. Out of the corner of his field of vision, he noticed a fairly large group routed away from the primary Horde army. Was that...? He was certain that it was. He stepped back a few feet and gently nudged Katelle with his elbow. He subtly inclined his head towards the group of The Grim. MyakaLast Sunday at 7:06 PM Myaka let out a roaring cheer as the horde began to retreat. Her draenic sword was painted in a black mixure of blood and ichor. The purple Shadowflame of the Twilight Scales glowed in the flickering soot and ashes. She raised the shield aloft for a moment and it disappeared in a flash of fire. She took the pause to catch her breath a moment. LeslieLast Sunday at 7:20 PM Leslie finds it difficult to restrain herself when the elf she's fighting turns tail to dash away at the sound of the retreat, but she does. Mya's cheer from nearby brings her out of the moment. With her broadsword still held up in guard, she moves towards the others with a careful eye on the horde falling back. QabianLast Sunday at 7:21 PM Qabian followed close behind the other Grim. He was not naturally a leader and always gravitated toward the back of the pack. In combat, he was at best a decently thoughtful contributor to controlled chaos. At worst, he was a deserter, never in terms of abandoning the fight, but with a taste for indiscriminate harm and property damage that was unlikely to be particularly helpful to anyone on any side. The longer the battle went on, the more he felt inclined to the latter, and he did not like being ordered to retreat. Vindicator JaelantiaLast Sunday at 7:31 PM Jaelantia watched the routed forces of the Horde pulling away, clutching her warhammer as adrenaline still ran through her body. She sighed, and let her muscles slowly relax as she focused her attention instead on tending to the wounded - before some new surprise could appear. UmbralheartLast Sunday at 8:03 PM The call for retreat rang out in her dense skull, the sound of the order hurt her ears worse than fingernails being pulled from her hands. Umbral has seen what happens to people slow to retreat, her days as a youth watching South Shore and Tarren Mill flop back and fourth endlessly were not for loss. Through the chaos and broken ranks Umbral sped through the mayhem, dancing over the dead and leaping off those too slow to keep up, eventually making her way back to the pack of Grim she had gotten seperated from. With her shield ready and her fel green elf eyes scanning in all directions Umbral did what she hated most, retreated.(edited) Arthelle SunstrikeLast Sunday at 8:26 PM As the cheers rang out, the Void Elf relaxed. Fire still burned at her fingertips, but it quickly faded into smoke, and then nothing. Breathing heavily, she lifted a glove up to her lips and coughed twice. "Not the best of signs," murmured Arthelle to herself before putting her back to a pillar and sliding down until she was seated while clutching her sides. "Yep. Definitely made it worse with the blight and, uh, activity." KatelleLast Sunday at 8:40 PM The Imperial General turned to her Colonel at the nudge, following his gaze. Icy eyes, just visible through the visor slit in her molded leather helm, narrowed at the sight of red and black tabards on the move. She growls a wordless oath and vanishes from sight, trusting her second to follow suit. Her voice rang out over the Imperial guildstone, then, unheard by all except those who carried their own: "Empire! Grim spotted moving away from Horde forces! I want them mowed down!" MyakaLast Sunday at 8:41 PM Myaka turns at Kate's call, seeing the Grim retreating. A wide half mad grin splits her face and she starts moving, her run turning into a blistering run of a charge as battlerage roared through her. "Understood General, I'm on my way." LeslieLast Sunday at 8:43 PM Leslie turns the instant she hears the command and follows right after Myaka as she passes. Arthelle SunstrikeLast Sunday at 8:45 PM Upon hearing Kate call for some heads, Arthelle grinned through the pain. She forced herself off her rear and onto her feet once more, only to cast a quick molten barrier around herself. Walking at a brisk pace while holding her stomach, she prepared another fire spell in her right hand. "Well, this is a rare day indeed." AwatuLast Sunday at 11:02 PM The appearance of Jaina Proudmoore had certainly shifted the favor of battle out of the Horde's hands. Why the Warchief had not issued flanking positions or improved magical defenses was beyond Awatu. But, no time for such thoughts now. Brill was utterly destroyed, and the first layer of defenses for the Halls had been broken. Immediate defense of the catacombs was necessary, regardless of the Horde's grasp on Lordaeron. If wisdom is applied to battle tactics, the troops can remain in Undercity for months while under siege. The Commander rushed across the edge of the battlefield, a cadre of Grim behind him following his orders to fall back to the Halls. He retrieved a hearthstone from a pouch and spoke into it, speaking an order to all Grim. "All Grim, both in the field and in battle, must fall back to the Halls underneath the Gallow's End Tavern. Brill is no more and defense of the Halls is of the utmost priority. All must follow this order, no exceptions." An unspoken thought goes through his mind. "Should I see any who fail to follow this order... they will be made examples of... most harshly..." IvanLast Sunday at 11:33 PM Sky Captain Ivan Starlance, shining son of the Alliance, righteous Knight of the Silver Hand, esteemed heir of General Josef Starlance, and hero, of course, rides atop his armoured warhose Justice through the fray of battle. He could barely hear Lady Larmont's call to arms over the clash of steel, but he knows the order she rallies against. The Grim, one of the most heinous blights following the orders of the Banshee Queen. He knows them well enough through reputation to judge their destruction here more than necessary. "For the Light! For the Alliance!" He lifts his warhammer to the sky so that it may be ignited with the vindicating flames of the Light and charges towards the retreating black and red tabards. August 13, 2018 AderleeLast Monday at 1:36 AM The commander’s words were clear in Aderlee’s head, … defense of the Halls is of the utmost priority. Well that wasn’t Aderlee’s priority, his was to ensure the full and complete destruction of his laboratory lest it fall in the hands of the Alliance. With the sudden appearance of the Alliance and the need to defend Undercity left Aderlee little time to arm his demolition charges. He would have liked to double and triple check his work, but there was no time. His explosives rarely malfunctioned, but he would not be satisfied unless he activated the charges manually or saw them detonate from a distance and hopefully destroy Alliance soldiers in the process. No, all Grim are needed to defend the Halls and Aderlee would follow his family and defend the Halls. The laboratory was located within eyeshot of Brill and the entrance to the Halls, if happenchance allowed he would complete his demolition. For the retreat, Aderlee ran among the rear of the pack waving his staff from side to side and occasionally hopping from one foot every few steps. His magic would reinvigorate any tired Grim and urge them to retreat with greater haste. Vindicator JaelantiaLast Monday at 10:13 AM Jaelantia silently stood, eyes scanning the crowd for the familiar tabard of the Empire. Once she'd caught a glimpse of the twin lions, she swiftly made her way in their direction. Her hooves clattered against stone as her pace quickened and her grip tightened around her warhammer. There was more to be done. SyreennaLast Monday at 11:09 AM After hearing Awatu's orders, Syreena finishes off an Alliance soldier she was engaged with, and turns to retreat to the guild hall. Her glowing yellow gaze sweeps the field near her on her way, waving at any other Grim she sees to follow her. Jinka, an orc hunter, moves with the little rogue, a red wolf running at her side. GavrilLast Monday at 12:18 PM As he hears Awatu's command for retreat, Gavril casually looks on as his felhound tears out the throat of a fallen Alliance soldier, finishing them off. The death knight Kvetoslava similarly executes a night elven archer on their knees. Both Forsaken narrow their eyes, catching Syreena running by, and similarly follow suit. Gavril was loathe to retreat, but fully understand the tactical necessity -- the Alliance had the advantage in the open field. They would be hard pressed to assault the Halls. Gavril pats his belt down to check his few remaining canisters of Blight, regrouping with the rest of the Grim. KatelleLast Monday at 2:24 PM Katelle trusted her Imperials to move without physically needing her to lead them. She stayed in the shadows, adrenaline lending a sprinting speed to her limbs that almost enabled her to keep up with Myaka's surging charge. Even still, the Grim had the advantage of distance by the time she had given the call. Would they be fast enough to catch their red-black prey? "Follow them!" Katelle commanded, voice like steel across the guildstone but unheard in physical space. "Whatever you do, don't let them disappear from view!"(edited) LeslieLast Monday at 2:36 PM Leslie needs no more prodding into chasing after the fleeing Horde as quickly as she can, so the beast charges forward after them without another word or thought. If nothing else, she will use her speed as an advantage to keep eyes on them. MyakaLast Monday at 2:45 PM Myaka also keeps up her fast pace, letting battlerage fuel her. She avoids things in the way by making large leaps over downed branches and debris. Vindicator JaelantiaLast Monday at 3:37 PM The paladin's stoic march towards the fleeing horde stopped. Instead, Jaelantia broke into a determined run, sprinting after her quarry with her hammer held low and ready for the first swing. Her plate clattered heavily with each stomp of her hooves, and she bore down in the direction of the red-and-black, advancing like a furious elekk. Her eyes, bright and golden, were fixed forward in a dutiful stare. She would not lose them. Her purpose was to crush them all. UmbralheartLast Monday at 4:01 PM Umbral took a quick look through the fog of war and made sure every Grim within view was close enough to protect should the need arise. In the spur of the moment as the crowd of Grim neared their rally point Umbral sees an alliance soldier, bleeding to death trying to keep his insides from becoming outsides and using a polearm as a cane to limp to safety, she takes a skip with one step then a hop with another landing on the limping soldier like a child jumping into a puddle sending a shower of viscera out in all directions from her impact crater. She steadies herself with the polearm stuck in the ground the soldier was trying to pull himself along with and decides to take it hoping to gain an advantage in the corridors of the guildhall if the fighting makes its way in there. As the red tide settles around her an insane laughter echoes out from under her helmet. "Fitting the Empire chooses to fight today or all days!"(edited) QabianLast Monday at 4:04 PM Qabian pauses and turns, a couple other nameless Grim knocking past his shoulder as they run. He lifts his hand, two fingers up and gestures at the husk of a ruined siege engine some distance behind them. Its already smoldering form bursts into fresh flames as he stands and raises his other arm to match it. The spellwork seems useless on first glance, then a meteor forms out of the sky, and crashes into the pile of charred and broken beams at a low angle, scattering flames and debris in a blazing river of fire across a good portion of the path they had already covered. The blood elf purses his lips, satisfied with his work, then blinks back into line with the company, keeping pace just ahead of Aderlee. If you're going to be bringing up the rear, better to know where the nearest healer is. Vindicator JaelantiaLast Monday at 4:11 PM Jaelantia's singular objective was not changed by the sudden explosion of a seige engine. From out of the flame and splintering debris, she emerged, barely losing a stride. Though the holy protection of the Light wreathed her entire form, the flames still licked at her and surrounded her body bas she passed through, making her seem briefly akin to a fireball barreling towards them. When she was finally free of the fire, her silhouette against the wall of flame was only illuminated by the intense glow of her eyes, glaring furiously from beneath her helm. MyakaLast Monday at 4:23 PM Myaka also doesn't break her stride, taking a running leap through the flames. Fire licks at her enchanted armor but the warrior seems to just ignore it as she continues towards the grim. KatelleLast Monday at 4:42 PM An otherworldly, animalistic shriek could be heard through the clamor of combat. Charging through the masses of soldiers enemy and friend alike, a skeletal warhorse--glowing with the violet energies of the Twisting Nether--broke through the raging fire as it sped ahead of the Imperials. Its rider, a cowled woman whose robes glowed smoke-like wisps of Fel and Nether alike, didn't allow her mount to charge too far ahead. She slowed just as she came in range to shout foul curses in Eredun at whichever Grim targets were near her, voice echoing like a banshee screech as her agonies and afflictions sped through the air. Would they hit? QabianLast Monday at 5:19 PM At least one of the dark streaks of violet-black the fel woman threw slammed across Qabian's right side, the force of the spell enough to send him tumbling head over heels, but running was a skill Qabian had practiced a great deal, and he rolled with the strike. With another shimmering blink across the field, he was on his feet with more people between him and the direction the spell had come from. A bubble of translucent defensive magic popped into place as well. The blood elf looked down and saw slick shadow wrapping around his elbow, crawling up and down his arm menacingly. He hissed between his teeth, and brought his hand to his pauldron, unstrapping it as he ran and letting it fall, the distraction causing him to stumble over debris. With his opposite hand at his shoulder and the sound of a couple clicks, the prosthesis disengaged and he tugged his tightly bandaged arm out of its sleeve completely. He looked around, desperation rising behind his eyes. He needed to get out of the open. AwatuLast Monday at 5:30 PM The ruins of Brill came into view, and the pile of rubble that was once the Gallow's End Tavern smoldered much like the rest of the pitiful town. Holding his shield high, a few spells struck the barrier and were deflected away by Awatu's own divine magics. A quick glance around the battlefield showed what he had feared: the Horde was being routed and no reinforcements would be able to reclaim Brill or Tirisfal Glades. Furthermore, a contingent of Alliance were following them, and more would soon come. The Alliance forces had all the time necessary to set up their siege, and it would be only a matter of time before the main entrance of the guild hall was surrounded. The second layer of wards were holding, for now, but only enough to buy time before soldiers could rush the garrison. He stood near the pile of rubble, turned, and planted himself between the entrance and any oncoming attackers. A quick spell snap, and a banner bearing the cloaked skull and twin daggers of The Grim was planted into the ground. There was no hiding it anymore. Any Alliance seeking to get close to the entrance would have to deal with over one ton of furious Tauren. Another order rang out over the hearhtstone. "Defensive posititions! Rally to me! Those who can clear the rubble, do so. We need to gain entry to the Halls." AureilyaLast Monday at 5:39 PM Aureilya's voice came over the hearthstone. "I have barricaded and secured our archives and will be sending them through a portal to a safe location. I will hold the Library for as long as I can and will self evacuate by portal. Qabian, can you arrange for an emergency portal for the rest of you should it become necessary?" QabianLast Monday at 5:55 PM Qabian slid behind a wall of stones that might have once been a building's foundation near Awatu, scattering dirt as he half-sat, half-crouched. He tried to work magic into the false arm as he tossed it onto the ground in front of him, but not having the second hand available for the gestures made it more difficult than it needed to be. The bandages slowly melted away under the effects of the shadowy spell as it dissolved whatever it touched, leaving behind a silver filigree arm-shaped empty mesh that the mage cursed at as he tried to apply fire. "What? Yes, of course! What do you think--" He shouted, then bit his tongue, cutting short his too-loud curt response to the call on the hearthstone as he turned his attention back to trying to cleanse his fake arm.(edited) DuhallenLast Monday at 6:20 PM The Elf was old, it was tall, upon first glance people would figure it to be a nightborn. He was prideful and the affliction he helped level on the lands of Lorderon were attrocious. Sure he had a body guard but as his hand extended. plants died quickly blackened by the influence and might. The alliance soldiers fell to their knees afflicted with the Blight. And when the Bainesidhe queen threw out the blight it just worsened with his very presence there. He wore the colors of the Grim. But every inch of Skin seemed to be covered with the Red and black mix. If one got close to hime they might even see that his very uniform is alive and absorbing magical shots. Hearing the retreat he repeats it to other Horde and Grim members. He knew he needed more to bring to the fore. He was one of the first to retreat, not war minded more tactitian minded. Duhallen slipped back to the choke point getting his demon to cover him. He wasn't really a runner when the Banshee scream came towards them he let out a dark chuckle, speaking in demonic he seemed to slip through the twisting nether the attack passing harmlessly as he ended up past the lines. He focused putting a shield up sliding further back from the ranks as he started to etch on the ground. A portal to bring reinforcements. Murmuring in demonic a purple blighted swirl came across the ground. The portal opened with many shark like teeth. And the tongue came out like it would swallow those that went through it. Then the tongue straightened like a set of stairs.(edited) Vindicator JaelantiaLast Monday at 6:38 PM Making her way across the burning scar through Tirisfal Glades, the draenei finally caught a glimpse of what little remained of Brill. Surely, she thought, that was where her quarry was headed. She grit her teeth and pressed on into the ruins of the town in pursuit, embers still glowing at the edges of her tabard, the symbol of the Hand still visible through a layer of blood and ash and ichor. GavrilLast Monday at 7:50 PM Gavril glances back just in time to see Qabian hit by the Alliance warlock's afflictions, and turns to face her and the Vindicator. Snarling as only a jawless corpse can, the warlock thrusts his skeletal hands violently towards the two oncoming alliance. A violet nova of shadow energy blasts between them -- a Shadowfury meant to stun and slow their advance, giving the other Grim more time to take cover.(edited) Vindicator JaelantiaLast Monday at 8:18 PM Jaelantia felt the brunt force of the warlock's magic strike her. In an instant, the edges of her vision began to blur and she felt every inch of her body throbbing with pain. Her every step felt like a slog through thick mud, her joints screaming at her to stop. Though slowed to an agonized walk, she refused to cease, and pushed her way through the misery of the Shadowfury. Her off-hand clenched and unclenched a few times before pushing through the same blinding pain as the rest of her to lay her palm upon her breast. With a silent prayer, the Light coursed through the draenei's body, and the affliction of the warlock's magic began to abate. After a few seconds, her attention turned towards the direction she had seen Gavril a moment earlier as her eyes returned to focus. Her grip tightening on her hammer, she finally resumed her determined charge. UmbralheartLast Monday at 8:41 PM Through the fire and the chaos Umbral sees Gavril about to unintentionally become several pieces of little Gavril's. With a well trained sprint and little thought for her own safety Umbral's shield and body fall into line obscuring Gavril from view behind its blood splattered bronze finish. She let's out a mighty roar (for an elf) determined to deflect spell, arrow, or hammer while moving backwards forcing the dedder warlock to retreat under her cover. KatelleLast Monday at 9:10 PM Both warlock and her demonic mount were caught by the full brunt of the Shadowfury alongside Jaelantia, though Ketani had not the physical fortitude to slog through it. Beneath her hood, molten-copper eyes squeezed shut against the blinding disorientation caused by so familiar a magic and spell. She clung to her otherworldly steed as her own world spun in pain, an eternity jamming through the few seconds of the nova's duration. Finally, everything righted itself. Ketani straightened, taking a breath to steady herself even as she snapped her steed forward. "Keep an eye on that warlock's portal," she called across the guildstone, eyeing the toothy maw even as she galloped past it.(edited) MyakaLast Monday at 9:11 PM Myaka sees the shadowfury and tries to move to block it, though is to slow to stop it from both Jael or the mysterious warlock. She doesn't know who the new person is, but they are fighting the grim, so they must be good. She charges to intercept Umbral knowing this will start to get her into the grim forces. Vindicator JaelantiaLast Monday at 9:17 PM Seeing Umbral's approach to intervene, and surprised by her speed, Jaelantia changed tactics. As she got in closer, her hammer ready to swing, she began to shimmer, an aura of Light shining around her whole being. The sight of it soon became dazzling and blinding, like staring into the face of the sun. The warrior charging ahead may find that the Light, though visibly bright, would not sting her eyes nearly so much as those of the elf and - should that shield fall - the warlock ahead of her.(edited) UmbralheartLast Monday at 10:10 PM Umbral seethed with anger, blinded by the radiance she staggered back a few steps, shield held with a strong grip but not ready to deflect a direct strike should it find her. After shaking her head, all she could do was hope she was still backing up while she waited for her vision to return and hope her bloody shield, polearm gripped in the middle of it's haft, and muscular elf frame was enough to block the way and buy Gavril a moment of respite if not a window to react. MyakaLast Monday at 10:22 PM Myaka finishes her charge seeing Umbral and Gavril slowed down. She moves to strike at Umbral first while she's disoriented, purple draenic sword cleaving towards her and shadowflame rolling from her shield. AderleeLast Monday at 10:27 PM As the violet-black fel slammed into Qabian, Aderlee ducked beneath another as he continued his retreat. He stutter stepped so he wouldn’t run into the back of Qabian and continued to run. Aderlee reached out with his magic to mend Qabian’s wounds, but couldn’t seem to find any. When Qabian disengaged his prosthetics, Aderlee let loose a loud cackle then spoke between breaths , “Ju learn someting new every day Q, hehe.” Aderlee was thankful for Gavril and Umbral buying them time as the Alliance soldiers converged on them rather than Aderlee and the rear troops. As Aderlee caught up to and passed Umbral and Gavril, he paused to yank a metal fetish off of his robe and throw it at the incoming Alliance with his free hand. He tried to throw it at Myaka as she was charging first, but his aim was off and the fetish sailed over her head as she closed the gap. The fragmentation grenade disguised as a fetish exploded a moment after hitting the ground, sending sharp metallic fragmentation in every direction. Aderlee hoped the grenade would cause the incoming soldiers to pause rather than risk running into another explosion, then turned and continued his retreat towards Awatu. Vindicator JaelantiaLast Monday at 10:35 PM Jaelantia stopped her advance short as the suspicious object bounced off the ground, then braced herself as it exploded. She exhaled sharply through her teeth as bits of shrapnel pelted her armor, some burying themselves deep enough to cause pain. She didn't wait for the pain to subside, hoping the effect of the sunburst of her aura of Light would give her enough time to close in even after the explosion. Dust and smoke still in the air, she lunged forward, swinging her hammer in a wide arc with both arms - hoping the elf was still where she'd been a moment ago. UmbralheartLast Monday at 11:42 PM Umbral's vision comes back into focus as the sharp slice of Myaka's purple draenic sword glances off her shield and finds flesh on her bicep. She lets out a howl in response to the pain that focuses her senses as her rage peaks ever higher. Rather than deflect with her shield, Umbral attempts to deliver the slab of gore covered metal straight to the face of the charging paladin in an effort to deliver a humiliating blow what would leave the crusader covered in someone elses blood and hopefully slow her dance of death to a mere two step of torture. Opting for offensive humiliation comes not without consequence as the hammer of the crusader strikes Umbral in one of the few places on her body not clad in armor, somehow Umbral has managed to take a large hammer blow to the buttock as she positioned to crash into the paladin coming at her... Syreena could NOT find out about this though the bruise would likely stick around for months... if Umbral survived at all. DuhallenLast Monday at 11:43 PM *The portal was up Duhalken felt the protection of the elf he blocked to portal so the alliance would not blast the reinforcements coming. The red river elf then started chanting and lifting his hands purple black ooze came forth with a feel akin to the scourge. * GavrilLast Monday at 11:51 PM Unfortunately, Umbral is neither large nor well-dressed enough to shield the warlock from the paladin's blast of Light. Gavril collapses to one knee, the Light rendering him temporarily blind, searing his undead flesh and sending white-hot pain throughout his body. He extends a free claw towards the Alliance as they engage Umbral, wildly sending curses of Agony and Corruption, praying to the Dark Lady that -- between his spells and Aderlee's grenade -- Umbral is able to hold off the two of them. August 14, 2018 QabianYesterday at 12:09 AM Qabian tossed Aderlee a smirk. The blood elf managed to get his magic working enough to burn away the shadows surrounding the false arm, leaving the silver filigree glowing molten. He burned away the rest of the empty sleeve as well. There just wasn't any time to try and put everything back together. Apparently undeterred by the red hot metal where he grabbed the arm, he snapped the limb back onto the corresponding silver cap on his now bared stump of a shoulder, and there was a flash of white-purple light as trails of floating runes surrounded the arm then dissipated. The metal arm shape was empty at its center, a twisting band of arcane white light through its core apparently what drove its function. He flexed his hands, one still gloved, the other one clearly artificial but moving as though it were entirely natural. He clapped them together once, then hopped over the wall to take a place behind Awatu, alongside the banner, playing defense as ordered. MyakaYesterday at 12:11 AM Myaka snarled lowly, and moved to block umbrals strike with her shield before stabbing her blade towards the other warrior. Vindicator JaelantiaYesterday at 12:16 AM Jaelantia barely escapes taking Umbral's shield to the face as her hammer strike brings her in range. She shoots Myaka a grateful look from beneath the visor of her helm once she recovers after the follow-through of her swing, and is suddenly wrought with an incredible agony. Her flesh begins to blister and steam as the Curse of Agony takes hold, and her gaze snaps to Gavril. She extends a gauntlet covered palm to the warlock as her flesh sizzles and her teeth grind. "I have come to destroy you," she says plainly, before forcing the Light to flow through her agonized fingertips,. She struggled against the pain as she loosed a shocking burst of holy magic, seeking to sear the kneeling undead.(edited) PincusYesterday at 12:17 AM The portal undulates and contorts oddly, seemingly unwilling to let whatever coming through pass. Out from the inky black hole steps a rather large Forsaken, nearly 6 feet tall, and besides him his large felhound. He is dressed in purple, skulls on his shoulders, and face hidden in the cowl with nothing but red eyes peering out. The figure points in the general direction of the melee, and the fel runs off to do his master's bidding. The figure eyes the battlefield, and let's out a sharp whistle. The felhunter runs back to his side. The Forsaken raises his hand, clenches a fist, and flings it downward in a sharp motion. A meteoric rock hurls forth from the Nether, and blossoms into a giant Infernal in the middle of the scrum. GavrilYesterday at 12:46 AM The bolt of Light strikes Gavril square in the chest, sending him sprawling on his back, heavy silken and velvet robes crumpled around him, steam rising from a gaping hole in his chest as a spectral howl escapes his throat. Then, the Infernal falls. Somewhat regaining his composure, the Forsaken retorts in stilted Common, "You must needs destroy that one, first." And then to Umbral, "Warbringer! To the Commander!" Using the ensuing chaos to his advantage, Gavril forces himself to his feet, claw to the wound in his chest, scrambling back towards Awatu and the cover of the ruins of Brill. Le'saraYesterday at 12:51 AM A blast of fire shoots through Duhallen's portal, and out steps Le'sara Sunspear, wreathed in a shroud of flame. "Time to burn some wretched Alliance mongrel bastards!" UmbralheartYesterday at 1:04 AM Umbral impacts her shield with Myaka's and recoils with a cackling twisted glee as the human shield sends Umbral back a step. Umbral takes another strong stomp and her sabaton slams into the ground with enough impact to make those around take note as well as kick up more blood shed from the fallen victims near by hoping to at least create enough horror and outrage to buy enough time for Gavril to escape unmolested by the light. As her foot meets the viscera covered mud and blood flies into the air, her shield falls into place in front of her and with unwavering strength and renewed resilience she quickly regains her balance and back pedals towards Awatu almost as fast as Gavril can run forward. In the months since Umbral pledged herself to the Mandate, she's become strong with the Grim at her back, and resilient standing behind the Grim. DuhallenYesterday at 2:16 AM *The chanting stopped from behind away. A cold wind came forth as the warlock reached a bit too much. He used to not need to breath. He clutched his chest as he summoned the scourge magics no longer infused with relish kings power in full. The cold wind of the north swept across the battlefield and a sickness settled into the blighted soil. The dead that lay on the battlefield start to come alive. They look like they have no light to their eyes and only hunger for flesh. The more alive the better. Duhallen wheezed for breath as life and death conflicted in him. Distracted for long moments after the spell was complete. *(edited) SyreennaYesterday at 10:03 AM Syreenna appears from the shadows at Awatu’s side, surveying the oncoming Alliance and those ho were already engaged in battle with Grim. She recognized a few, and she recognized their tabard. “Twilight Empire. Old friends of mine,” she says to Awatu with a wicked grin. Drawing her swords, she heads into the skirmish, fading into the shadows once more. MyakaYesterday at 10:10 AM Myaka is used to those slamming foot stomps, she does something similar to off foot people as well on occasion. The viscera kicked into the air doesn't seem to unnerve her, neither does the raised bodies. Instead, fury and rage grows, the flames on the shield whip into a frenzy that she sends towards Umbral in a plume of shadowflame. Followed soon after is quick sword stabs and strikes. AderleeYesterday at 12:09 PM Finally reaching Awatu, Aderlee took a moment to catch his breath while muttering “Ah’m gettin’ too old fa’ lotsa runnin’ like dat.” He turned and saw Gavril was clutching his chest, so Aderlee planted his staff in the ground and reached out with the shadows to mend his wounds. Aderlee disliked healing forsaken, their dead bodies left him no way to heal with his preferred method. As each forsaken may have died differently, Aderlee could never be sure if an arm was gone permanently, or maybe that hole was always in that chest. He wasn’t as proficient with the shadows compared to blood magic either. A shadow then swirled around Aderlee’s fingertips as he willed Gavril’s chest wound to heal as much as he could. Finished with that, he watched the infernal crash to the ground in the center of the battle. Dis buys me a moment. Aderlee reached into his front pouch and pulled out a bulb-shaped glass containing a dark blue fluid with bright purple swirls mixing about. He pulled the stopper out with his teeth and downed the entire glass in one gulp. Aderlee’s eyes screwed shut and his expression was filled with disgust, then his entire body shook lightly and his eyes opened to reveal dark and dilated pupils. The glass fell from his hand and shattered in the rubble while Aderlee clapped his hands together once and loudly. An unseen and unfelt wind seemed to sweep over Aderlee and buffeted about his robes while all the trinkets, rings and bells on his robes jingled together not unlike when a strong gust would jingle a wind chime but the sound was much uglier and out of tune. Doped and ready for battle again, Aderlee wrenched his staff from the ground and stood ready. LeslieYesterday at 12:50 PM Leslie stops just short of the impact of the infernal, making a dash to the side and sliding through the ruined ground on all fours. The worgen glances around swiftly to note where everyone is in relation to the great amalgamation, but she doesn’t need long to see that the burning construct running amok on the battlefield could only end in ruin for the Imperials. The runes on her sword flare just before she pulls it from her back and chucks it at the creature like a javelin. As she fortifies herself with runed magic flaring and her greatsword in hand, she attempts to command its attention onto herself with the hope of distracting it until it can be brought down. If nothing else, she will try to keep it engaged to buy the Alliance more time. UmbralheartYesterday at 5:30 PM Umbral's shieldwork was impeccable in this moment, Myaka pressed the attack only to be futilely swatted away by a series of precise and practiced motions from her massive slab of a shield. As she backed away from her attackers, dancing over the dead and dodging the souls of the damned joining the fray she can't help but smile more with every futile blow swatted away. Every thud from every blow deflected by her shield serving only as accompaniment music for her chorus line of cackling. After a few more moments spent backing up and suffering through whatever fresh hell Myaka's flaming shield could produce Umbral yelled out in orcish "If Gavril is safe then get my bruised ass out of here!" Le'saraYesterday at 6:45 PM Le'sara saw Umbral under assault and was quick. She blinked forward, getting up close to the Alliance attacker. She grinned at Myaka and gave a very venemous "Hello, swine." Which she followed up by placing her hand in front of Myaka's face and attempting to blast it with fire. Vindicator JaelantiaYesterday at 6:47 PM "This demon stands between them and retribution!" Jaelantia bellowed over the din of the fighting. Her skin had finally stopped its itching and burning and was now down to a dull ache thanks to her own Light healing -- and now she was prepared for another engagement. She glowered up at the Infernal, the flickering felflame illuminating the bloodied Hand emblem upon her chest. "Remove it!" She lunged forward, dust and debris kicking up from her hooves. Carrying that momentium into attack, she put her weight into a swing to strike the great fel construct, Light shimmering around the head of the great hammer.(edited) MyakaYesterday at 6:51 PM Myaka just snarls back at Le'sara and raises her dragonscale shield. The purple scales pulse with twilight energies and any magical or fel attack would be hard pressed to get past it's heavy resistance. Shadowflame roars from it's center, looking to pay the mage back with flames of it's own. DuhallenYesterday at 7:04 PM Duhallen ducked behind the large Tauren. he pulled up his mask a bit to get air. He almost felt his life force ripped from him. His eyes narrowing he slipped his helmet back on Pulling from the nether from health stones he infused one in his form. Standing behind Awatu looking at the field. He slid up his staff at it seemed to writhe with the infernal magics.. Etching a marking in the air then slamming the Staff on the ground a casing of a portal appeared near Umbral and near where she could jump up to be by Awatu. The portal would be a deathtrap to anyone but Grim. KatelleYesterday at 7:05 PM Ketani reared her mount up before colliding with the Infernal. Her first instinct was to attempt to enslave or even banish the construct, but seeing Jaelentia in the throng of holy wrath changed her mind. Instead, she lifted her hands away from the reigns and began chanting in eredun. Gloved hands glowed with felfire as she attempted to wrest control of the flames binding the Internal together. PincusYesterday at 7:24 PM The Forsaken watched the wrath his creation had brought. "Less of a force and more of a diversion", he thought. With a quick wave of his hands and a whisper of Gutterspeak, he begins to spread his version of pestilence and agony to the Alliance below. Then, with a quick snap of his fingers, his felsteed appears from the Nether, and he makes a quick getaway to the rearward position. Vindicator JaelantiaYesterday at 7:42 PM Feeling the prickling of her skin signalling the beginning of another slew of curses, Jaelantia quickly withdrew a few steps from the Infernal to utter a very brief prayer and cleanse herself with the Light. She sighed with relief as she began to purge the ailment from her body. Before returning to the fight, she glanced over at Ketani and Myaka to see if they were similarly afflicted.(edited) UmbralheartYesterday at 7:51 PM Umbral hops back through Duhallen's portal having little faith the Grim Warlock was acting in her best interest but was pleasantly surprised to be by Awatu and suddenly safe for now. She hoped Gavril and Le'sara had the common sense to retreat to safety as well before being overwhelmed by a gold and blue tide that was over taking Tirisfal. After having taken just long enough to gain her bearings she takes up a defensive posture near Awatu, swatting away the occasional mindless undead as she stays vigilant.(edited) AwatuYesterday at 8:44 PM The Alliance continued their pursuit, and Awatu was backed into a corner. The rubble itself had been cleared enough for individuals to enter the guild hall, but it still left an opening for Alliance to eventually make their way inside. As Awatu deflected arrows and spells with his shield, he looked up towards the hills in the direction of Undercity. There, siege engines could be seen, slowly making their way back to Brill. Along with with several contingents of soldiers. A relatively small group of Grim would not be able to hold off a direct assault from a military force being spearheaded by the Twilight Empire. It was only a matter of time before they were overrun. The order had gone out to fall back to the guild hall. Awatu kept his shield high and deflected as much as he could, granting cover to anyone seeking entrance. He raised a hoof into the air and stomped the earth. Fiery light emanated from the ground, creating a hazard for any approaching melee combatants. The terrain would hold, but not for long. GavrilYesterday at 9:39 PM Shadows mend the gaping hole in Gavril's chest, from Aderlee's spell, and the warlock is visibly relieved and reinvigorated, though his flesh still shows the worse for wear. He nods a quick thanks to the priest as he reaches the entrance to the guild hall, and the relative safety of Brill's ruins. Standing near the bulwark of Awatu and Umbral, instead of immediately heading through the entrance, he turns to face the oncoming Alliance, fixating his vengeful gaze on the Vindicator. Tracing symbols in the air and chanting in Eredun, he thrusts his palm forward and launches a Seed wreathed in green and black Corruption, heading straight towards the paladin. Vindicator JaelantiaYesterday at 11:04 PM Jaelantia's eyes turned upwards towards the Infernal - and beyond it, to the oncoming spell. As it travelled quickly through the air, the paladin was illuminated in a shimmer of blue. This was the third affliction volleyed her way since arriving, now, and she was growing quite ready for them. As the Light's protective blessing surrounded her, she began shimmering as she had earlier when she was protected with a divine shield. Now, though the Corruption could find a home in the holy vessel of the paladin's body, she would at least be able to endure for a little longer without a surprise knife in the side to go with her agony. Staring down the incoming spell, she drew back one arm, and then thrust it forward in a furious pitching motion. As her fingers cut through the air, the Light began to collect between her fingertips, finally manifesting into the shape of a stone hammer. It flew forth at the end of her throw, and she observed its course - straight into the warlock's direction - as she followed through.(edited) August 15, 2018 MyakaToday at 8:45 AM Myaka would keep pushing forward towards the bulk of the Grim, the warrior being hit by the agony and affliction curses but her pain resistance keeping her upright and moving, albeit a bit slower than before. Her singular purpose is on the Tauren who seems to be the leader, and she seems to be attempting to get to him. PincusToday at 8:50 AM Pincus made it back behind the defensive line, leaping over the line. The felsteed disappeared in midair, and the Forsaken fell rather unelegantly to the ground. Getting himself up and dusting himself off, a familiar voice piped up. "Hey boss, it's all on fire, yo. Doc Rock is also smashing up your joint. Richard is keepin' an eye on the payload,you waiting for your word. Whadda need me to do?" "Shut up and go away," Pincus replied. "This is now a job for Krathoon." The Forsaken begins to muttered, sending Pizloz back to the nether. As his summoning completes, a felguard stands where the imp was moments before. Pincus turns to the demon, points to the battlefield, and says "Hit one of them. Hard. Until either they are dead or you are." DuhallenToday at 10:19 AM Duhallen was told to retreat again.. He looked back inside and to the battlefield.. Oh fearless commander what the hell is in that bull brain of yours? Good thing he couldn't read expressions in the clothing he wore. He focused on Myaka, the curses already on her, he decided to drain her very soul. Casting his hand out as he retreated he focused.. Pulling her very essence from her if he could simply to slow her advance more and perhaps weaken her enough before she would get to the Tauren. MyakaToday at 11:27 AM There is a tug as the drain soul connects, but it would seem like there is no soul to take, almost as if another warlock beat Duhallen to draining it. The small tug doesn't distract the warrior much at all from her path. KatelleToday at 11:42 AM Grin and bear it was Ketani's motto as she fought to keep control of the felfire surrounding the Infernal through the pain of nether afflictions. Growls and gasps marked her pain until it passed, but by that point she had torn the Infernal down to its sum parts. With eyes focused on the group of Grim gathered at a decimated building, Ketani used her magic to hurl the pile of demonic rubble towards the Grim. It flamed anew with her own chaotic fel energies, the felfire and Infernal boulders hurtling through the air with the speed and ferocity of an angry, blood-seeking warlock. MyakaToday at 11:54 AM Myaka disengaged back from the grim as the rubble flies towards them, watching to see if anyone has an opening for an attack Vindicator JaelantiaToday at 12:15 PM While her muscles throbbed with pain, Jaelantia spent what focus she could to extend a hand towards Ketani. She hesitated, her eyes narrowing slightly, but after a moment the Light sprung forth from her fingers, a vibrant beam of golden light briefly enveloping the warlock. The curse she had been afflicted with would sting a bit less, and wounds would cease to burn as the Light restored some of her strength. KatelleToday at 12:17 PM Ketani took a brief moment to regain her bearings once she sent the flaming rubble towards the Grim, and Jaelentia's efforts sped the process along. Breathing a little easier, she spared the draenei a nod. Vindicator JaelantiaToday at 12:21 PM Jaelantia watched to see that she was well, but did not return the gesture. Choosing instead to face the fore, she began to stride forth through the rubble of the Infernal. Ahead, there was a felguard - and a group of Horde warlocks who were surely responsible for its blasphemous existence. GavrilToday at 1:17 PM As the hammer flies towards Gavril, end over end, shadows coalesce into a barrier around him. The hammer slams into the surface of the barrier, shattering into a hundred fragments of Light, spraying outwards and dissipating into the air. The warlock whips around, escaping into the guild hall to no doubt prepare for the siege to come. AderleeToday at 2:57 PM While Ketani sent the pile of demonic rubble speeding toward the Grim position, Aderlee shook his staff up and down wildly while chanting in ancient Zandalari. Empowered from drinking his brew, Aderlee’s voice deepened in octave and had the odd sound of multiple trolls chanting as one. The witch doctor’s chanting, combined with the bells and trinkets jingling wildly was displeasing to the ear at best and more likely grating like nails on a chalkboard. Aderlee could do nothing to stop the rubble, and if he could there were far too many pieces to stop anyways. Hopefully another Grim soldier would be able to stop the larger pieces that made up the torso and limbs of the infernal. The effect of Aderlee’s chanting would momentarily toughen the Grim’s exposed skin like steel during the impact. It would do nothing to lessen the pain of being hit, but the rubble would deflect as if impacting well forged plate armor. Aderlee grimaced as he was pelted by dozens of smaller pieces, then shouted in pain as a rock the size of a watermelon hit him square in the chest, knocking him on his back. With the air knocked out of him Aderlee gasped and tenderly felt his chest, wincing as he felt multiple broken ribs. Before rising to his feet, Aderlee wiggles his fingers about and willed his body to knit back together his bruised and broken bones. KatelleToday at 3:16 PM Katelle stuck to the shadows this entire time, wary of the overlarge Tauren and his command of the Light. Now that his consecrated ground had faded, however, she set her eyes on the downed troll. This one was personal: she recognized him as the troll that translated her wedding vows! Katelle spoke across the guildstone as she stepped through the shadows, exiting them just behind Adderlee. She crouched down just far enough to reach one hand on either side of his throat, keeping wary of his tusks in the moment, and pull a garrote wire taut around his neck.(edited) MyakaToday at 3:19 PM Myaka also charges towards Adderlee, but she doesn't move to attack the troll, instead she plants herself between Kate and the Grim, expecting someone to try to aid the troll. She wants to make sure no one can't help him. UmbralheartToday at 3:46 PM Umbral leaps into position between Aderlee and Myaka, planting herself between the priest and the Empire, her arrival and speed carrying enough weight and presence to stun all in front of her as she hip chucks the priest towards the entrance of the guild hall. Umbrals cackling from underneath her helmet ringing out as her shield plants itself as an annoyingly ever present obstacle. KatelleToday at 3:48 PM Having already stepped through the shadows behind Aderlee and made a grab for him, Katelle gets hip-chucked towards the entrance of the Grim guild hall as well. Whee! Vindicator JaelantiaToday at 3:56 PM While the chunks of Infernal flew through the air, the paladin's relentless rush brought her nearer still to the warlocks and their freshly summoned felguard. She stopped short, the loud clanging of her greaves ceasing just as they had grown their loudest. Her right fist held her warhammer steady as she drew herself back on one leg for an instant. One of her armor covered hooves raised into the air, hovering momentarily over the dead and trampled soil below. With a guttural shout, she stomped back down again, and the impact seemed to crack the very earth beneath her. Shafts of brilliant golden Light swiftly spread in all directions around her, the paladin standing as the epicenter of a sanctified circle. The consecrated ground shuddered with the very force of the holy Light, the divine magic searing any foes caught standing in it.(edited) MyakaToday at 4:00 PM Myaka is stunned, managing to stay upright but she does stumble and take a moment to regain her bearings and balanace. She snarls at Umbral knocks Kate and Adderlee away. She is invigorated by the consecrated circle, though it is noticibly dimmer around her. KatelleToday at 4:03 PM From this close up, Ketani could feel them. Wards--wards around what she presumed was the Grim guild hall, what with the banner flying their grotesque colors. She didn't have the time to pay attention to them just now, though, instead opting to coil her nether energies around her and release them in a terrifying screech that echoed with the voices of a thousand tormented souls. Hopefully, someone would flee in terror as she had made so many do before. PincusToday at 4:05 PM The Forsaken looks at the lump on the ground from the well timed rush. A brief breeze - cutting through the grass, moving it ever so slightly - rushes over the human. The voice of the Eredar carried by the wind. "Die. I am the eater of souls. I am the destroyer of worlds. You will not survive. You will be my slave for time eternal." QabianToday at 4:20 PM From some place that was heavily shielded by Awatu's large form, solid shield, and freakish sun powers, Qabian contributed what he could, mostly by avoiding the direct clashes others were finding themselves in, sending discouraging fire toward any stragglers or scouts trying to find flanking positions. He managed to counter at least one large chunk of infernal with a last second pyroblast over Awatu's shoulder that probably singed a little. But the order to fall back to the hall itself had already gone out, and with his fist of silver wire and white light drawn close in front of his face, the air around the blood elf shimmered for a moment, then he vanished entirely. PincusToday at 4:24 PM Pincus eyes the field - and thinks that the elf is getting a little too far out for comfort. Reaching in his bag, he pulls out a small device and hurls it in the direction of Umbralheart. The mechanical squirrel runs off to fetch something for his master. KatelleToday at 4:29 PM Before the fear takes hold, the masked rogue barks a laugh at Pincus and wraps herself around the back of Aderlee's body, locking her legs at the ankles and locking her garrote wire into place around the troll's neck. Her embrace might even be considered intimate if it weren't for the wire and the way her laughter dies into a terrified scream once the Forsaken's spell fully washes over her. Locked into place as she is, her flailing to try and get away get away oh dear Light get away from here just does more damage to Aderlee and his windpipe (and anything else he wants damaged. She's got knives everywhere). (( Tagging for @Aderlee's return to RP so he can see what is happening to his character! )) MyakaToday at 4:43 PM The scream distracts Myaka, cutting through the rage induced haze, seeing that Kate isn't attacked she assumes it's either a priest or warlock spell. Even though she knows this, the attack against her friend and General causes her rage to grow, she starts swinging her blade at Umbral in rapid controlled strikes and stabs. She follows up on the strike with a massive plume of shadowflame roaring from the center, hoping the strikes knocked Umbral off focus enough for the life drain and debilitating cold of the flame to get past the other warriors defense. UmbralheartToday at 4:52 PM Umbral's cackling grows quiet as the fear sets out over the battlefield, Myaka's strikes give her pause as she works to deflect and buffet them against her shield, but there is little in her toolbox to defend against the fire seeping from Myaka's shield. Sometimes a simple tool is the best tool, sometimes a blunt hammer is the best tool for the job. Umbral lifts her polearm high and drives the flat of the blade down towards Myaka's head with enough force to stun even the most battle hardened warrior even if the blow is deflected. PincusToday at 4:54 PM As Pincus eyes the chaos he's unleashed, he ponders if it is time for some more. "He needs to be kept on his toes..." Pincus whistles and ponts at Umbralheart's grappling foe. Krathoon stops, and charges full speed at the combatant, axe back and at the ready.(edited) MyakaToday at 6:25 PM Myaka moved and blocked the polearm with her own blade, locking the two in a standstill. She was already moving to use the locked blade as a way to hopefully pull the polearm free from Umbral's grip but the felguard stops her plan. She has to move her shield to block the axe though she tries to at least keep Umbral's blade locked in a stalemate. UmbralheartToday at 6:31 PM Umbral begins cackling again as the felguard intervenes, she pulls back from Myaka and follows Katelle and Aderlee into the obscure guild hall entrance. Vindicator JaelantiaToday at 7:49 PM From above the felguard's head came the sudden blow of a hammer - materialized from seemingly nothing, the Light formed the shape of a weapon to strike the new combatant and stun it where it stood. Jaelantia would soon be upon the felguard, eyes full of fury. MyakaToday at 7:58 PM Myaka nods at Jael before turning and moving after Umbral, she didn't want to leave Kate to be attacked since she'd be focused on the healer.
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    Tahzani ponders the question before answering, " Ah'll be honest. Ah don' know Kerala as well as ah feel ah should. She be one a de few druids who speaks plainly. Sure she got de wisdom of someone who ain't consumed by de petty desires of our societies but she says it flat out and in words jah can undahstand. She ain't even preachy about it!" He lets out a short laugh, " Ah tink ah should probably learn a few tings from her. When she talks, jah should listen."
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    Breygrah does not try containing her smile when asked about Kerala. "She is one you can rely on, when her word is given. She can be gruff, and stern. But we all need that from time to time. I only wish I could have been reliable to her as she was to me." She pauses a moment, and pats a hand on the tabard she wears. "I do truly hope that I could have her support." She does not explain what she means before smiling politely and going on her way.
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    "Too skinny," Xara comments. "Every time I see her, I want ta feed her! But there are some people out there who don't want people takin' care of 'em... They think it makes 'em vulnerable, they're scared, they don't wanna get hurt." The trolless is quiet for a moment, then shrugs. "Some wild animals can't be tamed."
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    "Whatever strange paths we may walk in life, Kerala always seems to find her way across mine, to my great joy. I do not claim to understand the tauren, but she is my friend, and I believe that she has some great destiny in store. What, and how I might serve in guiding her towards it, I do not know. I am not an augur. But Kerala approaches her challenges with a wisdom and ferocity that few can match."
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    "For a long time, I hated Kerala. A lot. I resented her because joining The Grim was so important to me, and for her it was a cross to bear. A debt to pay. She complained bitterly, if not in words then in actions. And the worst of it, in my mind, was how easily she made friends. The more she dug in her heels and showed her resentment, the more people flocked to her. At the same time, I was fighting tooth and nail for my place in the guild. And for the most part, I was disregarded at best, or discriminated against, most commonly. So, I hated her, and I wanted her to fail. But eventually.. things began to change. It started with the night when she completed her first trial of eating all the Alliance hearts. I didn't think she would do it, or I thought she'd find a way to cheat or deceive us. But she didn't. Not only did she complete that task more thoroughly than I ever thought she would, but she owned it. She gained my respect that night, and from there I started to like her. I saw a lot of myself in her, in ways that no one would ever understand even if I tried to explain. So I wont. That last night when she was to complete her third and final trial, the others didn't understand her. They couldn't see what she was trying to say, because she wasn't finding the right words. She tore off Konro's tabard and burned it. The others thought she was insulting The Grim, but I knew her act was symbolic. Burning that tabard wasn't about The Grim- it was about her debt. I was sad when Awatu threw her into the fire and drove her away. He banished her from the guild, but she still comes around. I see her, but I don't say anything. I'm glad she's still alive." -Shaelie
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    Syreena frowns when asked about Kerala. "I'm still not sure what to think of her. She has silly notions of honor that I can't understand. She offered herself to Awatu as a Supplicant because of some ancient Tauren honor thing, but she's planning to leave us again after only a couple months. She squashed my head once, but I don't really remember it very clearly." After a pause, Syreena adds, "Also, she's so skinny! She looks like she never eats!"
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    Oi, Ker?" Cobrak cocks an eyebrow as he puffs his pipe. "Aye, she's got brass ta do wut she did...now iffin she 'ad tha brains ta see it through wiffout so much damn trouble is anutha thing." The hunter chuckles, "Still want a pic of Syr's face when she first found out bout her joinin' Grim."
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    "Ah, Kerala..." the mistweaver ponders. "I respect her for her actions...but I worry immensely for the road she walks. It would be a waste for her talents to fall to petty butchery."
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    ((Kerala needs to remember....all is fair in love and war. There is no such thing as cheating))