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 Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 7:08 pm
Liliana rode off to her camp. "Men!" She announced, "We have done great tonight, sleep well." She slid off her dreadsteed, dismissing it and Neephom, she entered her tent and slipped into her cot after putting on sleeping clothes.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 1:29 pm
Gammari had just gotten his next mission... His unit was moving out to the Outlands to fully explore the area around the Black Temple. He had two nights until he shipped out. I don't want to go, but I have to do what the Warchief tells me. It's my duty. He faced his unit. "Alright grunts, we have two nights to prepare." He pointed to four grunts. "You four, collect food and drink. Meet back here by dawn tomarrow for a bit of briefing on what we'll face." After that, he headed to his tent. He'll have a hard time falling asleep tonight.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 1:31 pm
(( Wait, who are The Savage? ))
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 1:36 pm
[[ Both races of elves and the forsaken, though some blood elves are in the Illidari, like Liliana. ]]
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 2:04 am
Northerend reaked of demons and it was putting Dalea on edge. Not only did she find herself allied with those betraying blood elves, but also with the undead legion known as the Forsaken. Regarless to their loyalty to Sylvanas, they were an abomination and should be purged from the land. Of course, that is not what sister Tyrande believed. And as much as it annoyed Dalea, she would never betray the word of Tyrande. One so blessed by Elune could not have folly judgement, right?
Pulling the reins tightly the nightsaber began its descent down to the base of the mountain. She had to tell the sentinels of what she'd seen. The Illidari were here already. Fel orcs, naga and blood elves, plus whatever abominations they'd brought with them. Not to mention one of the sentinels in her scouting party had reported seeing Maiev's company heading in the direction of the Fel orc camp. Dale did not like to speak ill of a sister, but her foolishness could ruin everything the Savage were trying to build here. The Illidari were a threat for another day, currently Arthas was her main concern.
Upon reaching the meeting point she found her 3 sentinels looking slightly battle worn but for the most part uninjured. Her druid was walking the perimiter, looking agitated. Before she could ask what happened the druid shifted from cat form and looked to her with tired golden eyes. "We were attacked by several nerubians. I suggest we return to base before we come across any more unwelcomed parties."
"My sentiments exactly" with a nod of her head the 5 headed south, further into the trees.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 8:57 am
((I'm gonna RP too!! It looks really fun))
((Profile:
Name: Shannon
Age: 35
Race: Gnome (one of the last survivors, fighting for the Alliance)
History: Shannon is one of the last surviving Gnomes, although, he is not 100 % gnome, because his grandmother on his father's side was a dwarf. Because of this he was never seen as either dwarf or gnome, but through battling for the Alliance he has gained much respect from both races. He's not the youngest fighter anymore, but with the recent uproars he has taken up his arms again.
Appearance: Because of his ancestry he is somewhat taller than one would expect of a gnome. Shannon is a little darker of skin than most gnomes and his hair is dark black. His face and arms are marked by many scars, remnants of battles he has fought in. He does not have a beard like most of the dwarves, his facial hair does not grow that fast, but he has a small moustache and a goatee when he has the time to trim it.
Weapon of Choice: Shannon must have inherited his love for his weapon: namely his Two-Handed Axe. It has helped him slay many enemies over the course of his long career as a warrior for the Alliance.))
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 4:50 pm
((Accepted. And since no one is playing Lady Vashj, I'm mainly jsut skipping it.)) The Naga were heading back to the portal to return to Illidan as quick as possible, leaving some Blood Elves and Fel Orcs to kill Arthas. Exactly how it was going to work, Vashj cared not. She wanted Arthas, along with every other non Illidari race elminated. Seimok had made sure that he would try his best to kill Arthas, but not to accept help from other races. "The irony of the situation is unbearable," Seimok said to himself when he was sure that all Naga had left to defend the temple. The Blood Elves joined the Naga because they were backed into a corner by the humans. We're now backed into the wall by Illidan and forced to combine forces with... other, factions. Seimok looked up above, towards the sky. "Oh no..." he said to himself, as he saw the moon rise. He knew that he and his forces would be eliminated by Maeiv if he denied to get help from someone."
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 12:50 am
Dalea would never call herself a diplomatic woman. Unless diplomacy constituted cleaving something in half with her axe. Why the head priestess had chosen her to head to the Fel orc camp was beyond Dalea. And the small company she led wasn't putting her any more at ease. The druid from earlier was following closely behind her and behind him were 2 blood elf mages, a night elf priestess, a blood elf abomination of a paladin and 4 undead that she assumed were warriors, like herself. She didn't really see the purpose to it all. The small band wasn't going to fend off any attack larger than a scouting party or some ravenous wildlife.
Hoisting her white banner high into the air she waved the company forward, towards the camp. "May Elune watch over us all."
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 2:20 am
"Who knows what Night Elf will attack while we're unprepared for an invisible ambush..." Seimok muttered to himself, then said. "Wake up, maggot." to his personal assistant who now stood at attention. Seimok wordlessly handed him a wooden mace. "Wake up... wake up!" Seimok said to the others in a whisper knowing they wouldn't hear. Those reinforcements from the Outlands couldn't come faster.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 6:07 am
The last couple of years, Shannon had been training new cadets in Ironforge, but mostly enjoying his retirement from the forces of the Alliance with his friends, a couple of dwarves who were more drunk than sober. Recently he had been thinking of definitely putting away his axe and armor, but he wanted to finish the training of his last batch of recruits he was preparing for the battlefield. This day it would all change.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 8:31 pm
Liliana was awoken by a blood elven worker. "The scouts have seen a pack of Savage headed towards the fel orc camp, with a white flag." The worker told her. Liliana swore, ushered the man out of her tent, and changed into her usual clothes. She walked out of her tent, weapons in hand. She summoned her Dreadsteed and Neephom, patting the felhunter. She rode to the other commander's tent, muttering to her dreadsteed as if it would make it go faster. "Seimok, there is Savage approaching. With the flag of surrender." She exclaimed, her dreadsteed sliding to a stop in front of the red-skinned orc. Liliana knew this wasn't something a normal commander might do, but she didn't care. If it was an ambush she would need to be there. Or at least know what was going on.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 8:51 pm
"I knew it, I knew it..." Seimok muttered quickly. "But, they're not the Elves I'm worried about, I need to get my men ready... We have a bigger threat, it's nightfall..." Seimok continued quickly. "Maeiv..." he continued muttering, hoping that she would understand. Seimok's men were lined up. "Okay, we need to.... Talk, with them. This could ruin our chances at slaying Arthas the Betrayer..." Seimok hastily summoned his steed. He knew at nightfall Maeiv had enough power to wipe out his entire camp with hit and run operations. "MEN! PREPARE YOURSELVES! YOU SHALL NOT SLEEP THIS NIGHT!" Seimok yelled loudly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 8:58 pm
Liliana nodded, nightfall was the worst tactical position for anyone to be in. Neephom barked, as if emphasizing Seimok's point. He was bouncing around like a playful puppy. "Neephom!" Liliana said harshly, glaring at her minion. The felhunter whined and recoiled, but stayed silent. It laid down beside Liliana, though it's tentacles still waving around in the air.
[[ We need Soppon now... ]]
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 9:23 pm
"Maeiv, our scouts report that the Fel Orc camp is ready for us," a Night Elf scout reported.
"And? Sisters, we must purge the Illidan threat from Azeroth. Let's go, tonight we shall wipe the Fel Orc camp from this world, unlike how the Orcs failed long ago." Maeiv said before her and her followers stealthed into the camp.
"Sir, we detect spirits are watching us..." A Fel Orc Warlock said to Seimok.
Seimok had just seen a strange light revolving around a tree. He roared, sending a fireball towards the light, incinerating it. "Anytime you see a light like that in MY camp, you purge it unless told otherwise. Especially during the night, UNDERSTAND?!" Seimok roared at his men.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 9:28 pm
Liliana winced slightly at Seimok's harshness, but understood that it was his style. She blinked at the light before Seimok destroyed it. I must watch for those...
[[ EDIT: Imma go to bed, I'm exhausted... ]]
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