War for the North [Open War SRP]

[Vadoor]

With the destruction of Hammerfall and the retaking of Stromgarde, the Alliance once again has a staging point for retaking the northern Eastern Kingdoms. After journeying south to Stormwind to rally support for the continuation of the war, Thorlin Thunderhammer, leader of the Thunderhammer Army, once again heads to the front of the war. Joined by his powerful allies, The Blitz Mercenaries, and the new Alliance "Army of the North", Thorlin seeks to reclaim lost Alliance territories and bring the war to the Horde's doorstep.
But it wont be quite as easy this time. While they were caught unawares in the initial battle of the war, the Horde have realized the threat from the south and have turned their eyes eastward, awaiting the Alliance. Horde destroyers have began patrolling the seas south of Hillsbrad, and a Forsaken army has been marshaled to fight the Alliance assault coming from the east.
The battlefield has been set, and the wheels of war have been put into motion. All that awaits now is for the deadly game of chess to begin, and for the pieces to fall where they may.


((This is part three of the war campaign that began with "The Highlands", and was continued in "The Winds of Victory" threads. You can join for the Alliance or the Horde, or a neutral party wanting to benefit off the war. You can join as a temporary character, or as an already made character with a biography. You can also join with a faction, but you must post exactly what you are bringing, troop numbers, troop types, etc in the recruitment thread, http://www.mmo-champion.com/threads/...ar-SRP-Sign-Up
Also there are posting rules. There is no posting order, but if you join the thread you must be able to post at least 2-3 times a week. If you take a position of importance in the thread, and you dont post for 6 days, then you will be GM'ed in a way appropriate to the situation. Also, if you must leave for a period of time, make sure to tell someone in the thread so that the necessary measures can be taken to keep the thread moving until you return.
If a disagreement arises in the thread, please try to settle it maturely rather than just leaving the thread. For any other questions either post in this thread or send me a PM.))

At the end of the week, Thorlin Thunderhammer and his escorts along with the Knights from Stormwind left the Thunderhammer homestead and made the short journey to Ironforge to meet up with the new Army of the North. They new Alliance force had arrived in the city earlier in that day by way of the tram, and was now refitting with Ironforge arms, such as tanks, cannons, and other various important means for war. Although the army was quite green, they were lead by the stalwart Field Marshal Aethar Darrax, or as he was more commonly known Aethar of Divine Might. The Paladin had made a reputation of himself for being an unflinching leader, as well as showing great courage in the face of fear, and for that he had been chosen to lead the newest Alliance army. When Thorlin arrived later introductions were kept to a minimum, and then the combined forces set out from Ironforge, prepared for war. The Thunderhammer commander lead the new army along the same path he had taken over two months ago in the initial campaign that had prepared the way for the Alliance advance into the north. After leaving Dun Morogh, the army marched through Loch Modan where the inhabitants of Thelsamar came out to cheer for the Alliance force heading north. After entering the tunnels near Algaz station the force began its decent out of the mountains and into the wetlands far below. The descent had proven peaceful, and the weather was fair, and when the army finally emerged from the mountains they were in high spirits. The trek through the Wetlands was also much shorter than previously. Since the Alliance now had a stronghold in the form of Stromgarde, the bridges and paths through the Wetlands had been repaired so that supplies and troops could move faster through the infamous marsh. Once the army had passed through marsh they entered the rolling hills of the Arathi Highlands.
Although the previous battles had only been fought two months earlier the land already showed signs of the peace that had fallen over the eastern portion of the territory. Families had returned to their ancestral farms and the land was now dotted with farms being renewed as well as new homesteads appearing on the land. The nation of Arathor was rebuilding. After a short day of travel, the Army of the North arrived in Stromgarde and united with the other 14000 Alliance soldiers that had been waiting in the city. Thorlin Thunderhammer however had plans that did not include waiting in the city.

The dwarven commander struck north with his foot soldiers and artillery and made for the pass into the Hinterlands. Before leaving the city however he sent a message to his associate Ryan Tate, and informed him of his change of plans and his intention for the two to meet at Aerie Peak.

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Meanwhile on the other side of Thoradin's Wall................

The Dark Ranger, Talramnus Bitterstar, stood waiting in the newly renovated headquarters of Tarren Mill. The normal inhabitants openly feared the Dark Ranger, and few would stand near him. His reputation for madness and complete lack of mercy terrified most, but it was what is unknown about him that horrified everyone. The ranger hid a dark terrible secret that many guessed at, but very few knew. And so he stood in Tarren Mill, awaiting those who would come to lead the Forsaken, and as Sylvanas ordered, to kill those who failed.

[Nonfictionless]

Richard stood waiting on the docks near the last ship to be unloaded. Oslight Harbor, named for the Field Marshal that helped lead the League in recapturing Stromgarde, was just catching the first light of the new day. Only one ship was left to be unloaded. A few paces away the owner, Mr. Gardish, of the three ships they used to make their way from Stormwind was arguing with one of Richard's squad leaders, Walter Brusset. Unfortunately only hours after they docked into the port Horde warships had been spotted far out at sea and it was no longer possible for the merchant ships to leave. Once the last horses were brought off Richard decided it was time to end the argument. He had hoped that Walter would of been able to convince Mr. Gardish that this was only a temporary set back but so far seemed unlikely.

"Damn mercenaries I told you that I can't go through the span. Horde ports all up and down the eastern coast, and we don't have the supplies to make it 'round to Kalimdor."
"Listen sir, if you just," but Walter cut off as he saw his leader approaching, "Sir," and he let Richard take over.
"Mr. Gardish. The bottom line here is that you are stuck. Just as you would if a storm hung before you. So for the time being head up to Stromgarde. Enjoy some beer and wait it out." While Richard's tone was as that of friend with helpful advice, his posture was quite the opposite. Since arriving he had dawned his full armor and dual axes along with his larger than average shotgun on his back, and happening to have the height that dwarfs all but Tauren didn't hurt either. Mr. Gardish always seemed to lose his nerve when trying to bargin or reason with Richard. "Well I....but....," He stammered for a moment trying to figure out a way to convince Richard otherwise but eventually he conceded and ordered his men to lock the ships in and gave them leave for the time being.

Only a few short days did they have to wait at Stromgarde before the large army Thorlin lead passed by changing route and heading into the mountains. Shortly a page arrived and told them of Thorlin's change in plans. Ryan sent the page off as quickly as he arrived. Wonder what he is up too...That pass is going to bottle-neck our troops if the Horde gets any wind of our path it will mean slaughter. He sent Tim to gather his squad leaders. They sat in the largest room of one of the finer Inns freshly opened in Stromgarde. The eight squad leaders, Richard, Alexandra (Head of the priests and alchemists) and Ryan sat for awhile discussing the finer points of their supposed strategies and information, after having first come to the agreement to allow the whole of the Thunderhammer army and Alliance forces to pass through the small-ish tunnel that lead into the Hinterlands.

"Are you sure he meant for us to come through there too? I mean I'm all for the indirect route but this path seems a bit mad with such a large force," said Martha Lowson. Leader of the more specialized assassins of their organization, so not a surprised that she wore nothing but normal clothing and no visable weapons. A few of the other squad leaders even looked a bit apprehensive about contradicting her. "Besides trecking through all this," as she circled an area on the map of the foothills inbetween the pass and the Sludge Fields, "is not exactly going to be a cake walk if he still even wants us to capture some of those apothecarists."
"Culd be hes got a different plan Martha," replied Andor Ironfist. A stout and rather dark dwarf, leader of some of the more qualified warroirs, sat there bare chested with a stern look on his face. Martha shoot him a cold look but said nothing. He placed a finger on the map of the Hinterlands, "Aerie Peak has som o'the best fliers in all o'Azeroth. Support from them culd easy put us ther." Varying metals stuck out of each of the dwarfs knuckles seemingly fused into his very skin.
"Look I think we should just settle on seeing Thorlin's plan through. We can always adapt as necessary," spoke up Marie Tiller. Leader of their most skilled archers. Muscled and little scared forearms and clothed in tight leather armor with an intricately designed long-bow leaning against her chair, "However we would be remiss if we didn't bolster the defenses of Thoradin's Wall. I suggest my squad head their to help the League's own archers. Salia's dead shots would be far more useful in those passes and beyond." As she nodded towards the female night elf, Salia Songarrow, leaning in corner of the room with a extremely long barreled rifle propped against her. She said nothing but nodded in agreement.
Richard sat with a grin on his face. Preparing for a war, only the fighting itself was better than this. "Alright then, Ryan unless you have any objections with the plans laid out and the decision to have Marie's squad stay behind at the wall, I say we are ready to leave." Ryan looked up, not from a book but a folder, even he was taking this more seriously. "None, except Alexandra leave behind a few priest with Marie's squad." Returning to his folder, "None of the Alchemists." She jumped out and headed out the door with a call of, "You got it chief!" With that the meeting dispersed, each the squad leaders heading to their own men and women to get them ready to leave within the hour.

Ryan closed the folder and held it back over his shoulder. A previously unseen man grabbed it and began to read. Tim Louher, Ryan's personal assistant. Waring only dark clothing with short sleeves and a few visible daggers. His frame spoke to unquestionable physical strength and precision due to a lack of many scars. "I hope you don't wish me to kill this Field Marshal?" he asked with a blank expression on his face. "No for the time being I wish for you to be his guard." A small twitch of annoyance crept over Tim and quickly disappeared. "You know I don't like holy men." Ryan nodded without facing him. "Yes but the Alliance are going to be the main target at the start of this war. I have no doubt the Commander for the Alliance forces will be the first target for assassination again. Whether by the Horde or some other faction. Our smaller force will be looked over until they actually see what we can do." Tim shoved the folder in his small backpack. "Fine sir. Daily or weekly?" Ryan pondered for a moment and then said, "Weekly." Tim made a short bow and vanished into the shadows again.

Richard pushed out his chair and stood, "Ah and the thrill begins. Ready to return into the thick of it old friend?" Ryan allowed a slightly malevolent grin, "Always." By day's end the Blitz were heading to meet with the rest of the Alliance.

[Elyaan]

The waters shimmered south of the Hillsbrad Foothills as the midday sun flew high amongst the clouds. Forsaken Destroyers roamed the seas constantly, vigilantly trying to defend their rightful homeland. Looking south though her spyglass, Cayra could notice something upon the horizon. Assigned to being a lookout upon the Windripper, she found the ships' arrival quite unexpected. Tilting her head slightly, she pondered about the approaching vessels. "What would Orcish warships be doing here? I was not informed of reinforcements...", she blurted.

As they neared, the full arrangement of Orcish Warbringers came into full view. Iron and steel was their most prominent feature, as was the dark blood red sails that bore the symbol of their proud race. Twelve in total, the crude vessels tore though the shimmering seas, being guided towards Lordaeron on the breath of the northern winds. As they got closer to the town of Southshore and the Forsaken vessel that rested aside it, they slightly slowed. Breaking formation, the lead ship slowly turned, arcing around till it perfectly sat aside the Windripper. The guards upon the Forsaken vessel rushed to the deck, as did Cayra. As two planks were placed between the ships, an Orc clad in brown plate adorned with crimson cloth stepped across. Saluting Cayra, he reached to a pouch at his waist. Pulling out a scroll case, he opened the dented casing's lid, as a parchment slid out. Handing the notice to the Forsaken, Cayra ripped off the thin binding and unravelled it. Grinning as she read the parchment, she rolled it back up, and handed it back to the Orc.

"About time that Hellscream assisted us against the Alliance's enroachment into our terrirory. How many men and women have you?", questioned the Forsaken.

Without flinching, the Orc replied, "Three and a half thousand ground units, excluding the crew of each ship.".

"Excellent. See to it that we have our reinforcements deployed outside Southshore, and the remaining Warships are stationed amongst our Forsaken Destroyers. They are not to break our naval blockade.", she haughtily spoke, before turning her back upon the nodding Orc. Returning to the ship's helm, the messenger returned to the Orcish ship, and the boarding planks were removed.

Waving his hand at the captain so that they could begin moving, the Orc relayed the instructions to a nearby Troll, and wasted no time in venturing down into the Warship's hold. Approaching the rear of the ship, the air around him gradually grew warmer. Stepping through a covered door, he knelt before the cloaked individual that sat cross-legged upon the glowing metal floor.

"They have fallen for it, Mistress.", he courteously muttered.

"Well done, my servant. The final paving stones on the path to damnation have fallen into place. With our spies also within the Alliance's Army of the North, we shall crush their pitiful forces in the name of our dark masters!", Arkaah roared, a molten grin becoming visible beneath her black scale cloak.

"The Twilight's Hammer shall be victorious upon this day!", she cackled, as the Orc saluted her and vacated the heated chamber.


((Just used Cayra to introduce my guys. She won't be involved any more.))

[Vianne]

The morning was crisp in the Hillbrad Foothills when Vianne Lioncrest and her troops marched southward. Following the river that drained Lake Darrowmere towards the Forsaken headquarters at Tarren Mill was the most expedient route for the forces from Silvermoon. Executor Virgil Landin knew that time was of the essence, which was why he purposed this path rather than take the more secure march through Silverpine. The forests around them were chimed along with the sounds of wildlife and the river beside them churned against the its shallow bed. Only the clatter of the Crimson Lions' horses upon soft earth sounded out of place. A backwards glance in his saddle revealed a tidy column of knights and mounted soldiers astride bronze and crimson clad chargers. Alert and disciplined, just the way he liked them. Turning back, he rapped his dead but still meaty knuckles against the horn of his saddle, scanning the hills and trees diligently before shifting his gaze to his commander.

The pale haired Blood Elf felt her executive officer's eyes on her and glanced up from the open journal on her palm. "So this is the northern approach," she mused, puffs of mist gently wafting from between her lips with each word. "The hills are sharper here, and the river's deeper."

"I would ambush us here," Landin remarked as he arched his neck several times, emitting dull pops from under his swarthy flesh as he did so.

Vianne shot him an annoyed glance at the noise, but nodded. "We can use this if we have to fall back northward. A small detachment can cripple a pursuing force many times its size if timed right."

"Perhaps. But what if..." the Forsaken soldier said as he laid out his counter-tactic. The pair continued their little game as they marched towards Tarren Mill, shifting terrain conditions as they spot them, and taking turns as the aggressors.

The sun soon burned away most of the morning chill and the fortified town of Tarren Mill came into view. Swathed in royal purples and dull ebony, surrounded by high walls and taller spires, the town of Tarren Mill was a fortress in its own right. Intricately wrought barricades layer the surrounding hills and grasslands with barbed spears. Rumbling catapults stand vigil over the land in all directions, and massive abominations patrolled the perimeter. The town was alive with the preparations of war, and the extensive camp nestled just outside the town's western edge a testament to the grand army gathering in Hillsbrad.

"An obvious step, if not the best one," Vianne muttered as they neared the town's east entrance. The gloom of the Forsaken town seemed to dull even the sun's radiance, and the ground the town sat on was a barren enclave surrounded by the lush vegetation of the foothills.

"Indeed," Landin grunted in agreement as the gate guard approached them.

"Identify yourself in the name of the Banshee Queen!"

"We are the Crimson Lions from Silvermoon, reporting for duty. I am Field Commander Vianne Lioncrest. Who is in charge here, soldier?"

"Dark Ranger Talramnus Bitterstar, sir! He awaits at the command center at the town hall."

"Very good. Make way for my troops. They will need lodging."

"Understood!"

As the Lions marched into town, Vianne nudges her charger closer to her second's, "Have the unit commanders keep their people on alert. I want them ready to move out before the end of the day." After Executor Landin grunted an affirmative, Vianne brought her horse into town at a slow trot, taking in the sights, morbid as they are. The Forsaken had truly made the place their own, replacing the old with a culture and ascetic all their own. Stopping in front of the town hall, the paladin dismounted and gave her charger a fond pat on the snout. Several Forsaken dressed in smocks hunched in front of crowded worktables arguing amongst themselves in hushed tones as she got within earshot.

She ignored them, but sighed and grimaced at the stench emanating from the bubble beakers and boiling cauldrons of the apothecaries camped nearby and marched into the town hall. The war room was quiet for the moment, maps of the surrounding lands lay on a large central table, colored markers carved from wood sitting unused next to them. The room had only a single occupant when the Blood Elf arrived.

"Vianne Lioncrest and the Crimson Lions, reporting for duty," she declared crisply as she entered, her eyes instantly shifting to the maps and pieces with a frown of disapproval. "Are you the one in command here?"

[Vadoor]

The Dark Ranger gave out a sadistic laugh and slowly turned so that he faced Vianne as she spoke to him. The elf was completed shrouded by his fine black cloak, and an aura of blackness and death seemed to permeate from him. As he came to face her his pale visage gave way to his glowing, dead, hungry red eyes locked onto hers. ​He then spoke in arrogant tone that held the sharpness of a knife, almost as if he was threatening her.

"You think I would lower myself to command this retched squalor?" Talramnus said in disgust. "A Sin'dorei does not lay with swine, but perhaps a Lion does?" The dark ranger finished with a sadistic smile on his face, as if he was looking into the paladins soul. Before she could retort he spoke again, with the same sharpness of voice.
"No, I an simply here to see to it that the Dark Lady isn't failed..... and carry out her wishes if that just,so,happens...." Talramnus finished with a look on his face as if Vianne was his next meal.

[Vianne]

Vianne met the Dark Ranger's gaze with equal intensity, the Light that permeated her being making her seem more radiant and alive, a perfect antithesis to Talramnus' chilling aura. If this encounter had taken place only two years earlier, she may have been threatened, even cowed by the undead's malice. But she had faced down some of the most horrific monstrosities disguised as elf and men in the Lich King's employ in Northrend. Precious little among the Forsaken phased her at this point and she took his barbs in stride. She continued to approach the table as he spoke to her, shifting her attention to map and plucking up a horde marker between her slender fingers as his insults were redirected towards her. Disrespect between the upper echelons. That simply will not do at all...

She hummed to herself when he finally answered her question. "An army without a general. Sloppy," she remarked and gently placed the marker on top of the map where Tarren Mill should be, then added several more according to what she had seen on the way in. "If we," she glanced up at the Dark Ranger pointedly, "are to avoid failing Lady Sylvanas, a clear command structure must be established. Where are the other officers? We may have the advantage here in Hillsbrad but we are still on the defensive. We cannot risk being idle while our enemies grow stronger with each passing hour."

The paladin looked back towards the door, catching the attention of the guard that stood there. "Dispatch messengers to any high ranking officers in the camp. They are to report to the war room immediately. And if any happen to outrank me, they are welcome to voice their grievances to me personally."

"Y-yes, milady!" the guard stammers and hurries out of view.

She then turned her attention back to the undead Sin'dorei, her smoldering green eyes taking on the sharpness of a predator on the hunt. There is a slight smile tugging on her lips. It is thin, neither boisterous or warm. Calculating. "Since you are so clearly superior to the troops stationed here I hope you are ready to make yourself useful. I can see your skills being very useful in the near future..."

[Thecyclone]

"Slow down you bloody beast," Miltharion screamed at the beast that he was riding. The beast happened to be a very large bat that he paid to take him to Tarren mill from a undead in Brill. "This is the last time that I take the word of someone, that claims they have the 'The fastest way to get around'", Miltharion thought to him self. Looking up from the back of the beast, Miltharion could see the beauty of the landscape that he was quickly soaring over. Then Miltharion saw a Town slowly appearing in the distance, the town was fortifed with walls of steel, tents of large military gathering there as well.

Just then the beast that which Miltharion made a sharp turn and dive, knocking Miltharion off. Falling, he quickly said a slow fall enchant and landed safely on the ground. But as he wiped the dust off, he noticed that he was now surrounded by Undead guards. "Well Hello," Miltharion quickly said to the guards. One of the guards that looked to be higher ranking then the others, spoke up, "Identify yourself Mage." Miltharion replied, " I am a Mage of silvermoon,responding to a Call to Arms in order to protect Tarren Mill," he then reached down to pull a paper out of his bag and hand it to the guard. The guard replied "Very well, please report to the town hall for your orders." Nodding his head that he understand, Miltharion started walking towards the town hall, but half way there he turned and said to the guards, "Might want to watch your heads", just then Miltharion's things came crashing down as there slow fall effect worn off. Miltharion smiled and snapped his fingers as his things floated behind him, and he walked towards the town hall.

As Miltharion entered the Town hall, he saw a female blood elf, and an Undead male Blood elf, standing next to a table with a map on it.

[Vadoor]

Talramnus laughed at Vianne's offer. The Paladin was sly, but the Dark Ranger had been raised in the bureaucratic ways of Silvermoon, and easily saw through Vianne's ruse. "You think getting rid of me will be that easy?" He then turned again to Vianne and his demeanor changed dramatically. Talramnus pulled his hood away from his head to fully reveal himself. His pale skin was stretched and taut over his face, and his hair was completely white and devoid of any other color. His skin appeared as if it would freeze those who would dare touch him...and his eyes.... His eyes shown with a terrible red radiance that had only been masked by the hood. His dead eyes looked so very hungry, as if the burning red orbs were pulsating in his skull, thirsting for Vianne's life force. It would almost be hypnotizing and horrifying in the same instance to look the dreaded creature in his eyes. The lights in the room seemed to dim greatly as Talramnus spoke again to Vianne, seemingly directly into her mind and aloud at the same time.
"Know this and mark it well Paladin. I am every where.... at once....I see everything..... hear.. everything. Death itself whisper's to me. At not one moment should you consider yourself my superior, or even equal. I answer only to one...and that one is the finality of it all. Death." As he finished he pulled his hood back over his head and the lights in the room returned as Talramnus's visage lessened to that of earlier. Moments passed before he addressed the newcomer. "And now we have another," he said pointing to Miltharion. "Perhaps he will be more suited for your "assignment".


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Thorlin Thunderhammer arrived in Aerie Peak later that day, along with several hundred of his veteran foot soldiers and artillery pieces. Thorlin was well known to the denizens of the Wildhammer community and they allowed the dwarf and his forces into the mountainside fortress. Once inside, his troops set to looking over equipment and resting as they awaited the arrival of the Blitz Mercenaries.

[sáfarie]

Approaching from the south of hillsbrad with her horse, Valine maked haste to Tarren Mill. With putting on the monocle she founed from a dead noble she founded. she nodded and looked around her. Remeber how the area first was when she camed here first.

Arriving in Tarren Mill she was suprised of the new armor of the buildings and the fog that was slipping through the streets. Getting of her horse she walked to the stable master and leaved her horse there. looking around her and nodded she walked to the town hall.

When entering she already saw some person already arrived. putting of her cape she introduced her self

"Hello i am Valine Dawnreaver Assassin of the horde" She says with a smile.

Looking to the undead elf she grabbed a document from her pocket and gived it to him. "Looks like you are in charge here. Well here are some documents i have writed while i was in arathi highlands. In that u will find some nice information" She laughed.

Standing near the table she waited what's gonna happen.

[Vadoor]

As Valine hands the documents to Talramnus, the Dark Ranger's head snaps to face the rogue so quickly that it should have broke. His corrupted, glowing red eyes linger on her a moment, then he hands the papers to Vianne. "I believe you'll be wanting these..." Once the documents were out of his possession he stepped back from the center of the room and began to linger near a side wall.

[Thecyclone]

"Well isn't he just a basket of happiness," Miltharion said smiling to the female elf. "My names Miltharion ShadowWatcher, I'm here in respond to the Call the Arms," he said to the lovely Elf and the Newcomer, Valine.

"Looks to me we have an army, but no plan," Miltharion said with little happiness in his voice, now that he knew it was time to plan. "I haven't lead a military before but I have a lot of experience fighting in one, and I am more then happy to help in any way that I can" , Miltharion offered to the table.

[pateuvasiliu]

It wasn't the first time that Exodion would cross the Thandol Span. Years ago, he travelled North to the Tomb of uther, in some sort of pilgrimage, to see the tomb of the "Greatest paladin of Azeroth. "

Still, this time it was different: as most draenei, Exodion wanted to eradicate all evil. So he marched North alongside other Alliance troops to fight the Forsaken and put an end to their "unnatural, evil" existence.

On a cold, quiet morning, an Elekk stopped at the gates of the newly-conquered Stromgarde. Exodion was wearing a long hooded robe, covering his vindicator plate armor. He got off the Elekk and approached the guards at the gate, reins in hand.

" Who goes there?"

" Blessings of the Naaru upon you, child. I am Exodion and have come here to join the War. I want to eradicate the Forsaken as much as you do. I am unfamiliar with your customs, though, so...if I have to sign any papers or talk to a superior, I would gladly do so. "

[Saerwen]

A loud bat shriek errupted from just north of Tarren Mill. The creature had piercings, and wore different marks and cuts, resembling having been to war. It was armored lightly, clearly meant to be more of a fast flier than an actual power unit. Sitting atop the back of the enormous bat, was a shrouded figure. Dark leather, red eyes, long and slim.. Across her back hang a delicately carved Elekk-bone longbow, in her belt hang two ferociously shaped shortswords and three different quivers holding different arrows. Armor piercing, long distance and general purpose arrows..
Landing in the middle of Tarren Mill, the figure lifted her hood, revealing none other than Kelara. Stretching her body from the long ride, Kelara started moving towards the command center with determined steps and a overpowering aura. Entering the command center, Kelara had found her place. Gazing around, Kelara eyed Talramnus, Vianne and Valine.with a raised eyebrow. "Report, fodder." Kelara spoke in a cold and subtle voice. It was clear that she'd be accepting absolutely no bullshit. They were here for nothing short of a total victory.

[Vadoor]

"And yet another comes forth to claim leadership!" Talramnus said in a arrogant laugh."It seems you may be more contested than you believe Vianne. Perhaps I should leave all of you to decide this matter. I have more.... important 'things' to do.." With that said, Talramnus left the command center and headed out of Tarren Mill and into the surrounding forests.

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"Well, if your here for the war, then you need to speak with Field Marshal Aethar. You will find him at the Keep of Stromgarde," the guard replied to Exodian's query.

Field Marshal Aethar stood atop the keep of Stromgarde, looking into the bay down below the city. The city bustled with life around him, noises and distractions that he did not need at this time. He had ordered that he be left alone atop the keep, to clear his mind, and focus upon the wisdom of the Light. As he stood he unbuckled his armor, and laid down his weapons so that he could pray correctly. Once he had relieved himself of his material burdens, he knelt and began to seek the Light and its wisdom. As it always had before, the Light came to him and gave him comfort and strength. It renewed his stamina, his focus, and will. It moved through his body, healing and turning away fatigue. Once he had finished praying, and thinking silently to himself, he re-donned his armor and returned his weapon to his side, then left the peace of the top of Stromgarde's keep, glowing with the presence of the Light.

[Vianne]

"Welcome, Miltharion, Valine," Vianne replies cordially. She is garbed in a suit of silver plate armor. The design is simple, but those knowledgeable in such things will notice that the armor, as well as the large broadsword strapped to a holster on her back carries the hallmarks of Ashen Verdict construction.

As she reads Valine's paperwork, and Kelara arrives in the war room and makes her presence known, she shifts her gaze up from the pages to the newcomer. "If that's all you have to say, you can wait over there," she responds in kind and cocks her head towards the Dark Ranger. It was clear she would tolerate none either. She then folds the paper and hand them back to Valine with a small nod of thanks before returning to stand next to the map. "Before we get started, let me make one thing quite clear," she says as she scoops up a number of horde and alliance markers. "You all probably don't care where I trained, or what my list of accomplishments are. And quite frankly, I don't care whether you sit to the right of Sylvanas herself or are Deathwing's bastard son either. We. Are. At. War. If we can't find a way to work together then we might as well throw open our gates and surrender right now. I'd like to believe that we're all here to make sure that our side wins. So if you are not an asset to the Forsaken cause here, then you are a distraction. To be dealt with, or ignored."

She shifts her attention to the map and places the alliance markers on the Arathi side of the Thoradin Wall. "Last we heard, the Alliance are massing an army in the Arathi Highlands after their conquest of the area and its regional capital of Stromgarde. We know that it is only a matter of time before they push further into Forsaken territory, starting with the Hillsbrad Foothills." She pauses and places horde markers at the Southpoint Gate, the Sludge Fields, Azurelode, and Eastpoint Tower. "From what the Forsaken have been able to determine so far, the Alliance have the advantage in numbers, and in air and technological superiority. But, the bulk of their army has only two viable means of entering the foothills." The paladin draws her finger across the Thoradin Wall, "By breaking through the rubble at the Thoradin Wall, or using the old breach in the northern half of the span. Or," she taps the coastline by Dun Garok, "by sea. Thanks to the Forsaken fleet, and Hillsbrad's rocky coastline, we can safety rule out a seaborne invasion. With the Blighting of Southshore, the only beachhead large enough to mass a force that can threaten our positions here would be at Dun Garok, which I understand, is in our control."

Vianne looks up from the map and meets the eyes of everyone in the room in turn. "That is the situation we are in. Furthermore, the Forsaken army has yet to select a leader, and idles uselessly here in Tarren Mill. Since time is against us, I will assume command of the army if nobody else steps forward. Does anyone else step forward?"

[Nonfictionless]

Shortly after nightfall the Blitz mercs arrived in the Hinterlands. Soon they camped out just south of Aerie Peak. A formal camp wasn't set up but Martha volunteered her squad for guard duty that night. Richard and Ryan left for the fortress to meet with Thorlin. A quick word with a few of the local dwarf guards, drinking friends of Richard's, they found Thorlin. Richard ducked to get through most of the doors in the keep. It was not created with any other race in mind. "Hello Thorlin Thunderhammer. Name's Richard Feildwright. You've met my second." As he nodded to Ryan. Still in his full battle armor Richard brought with him an air of intimidation at his shear size alone. But still friendly as ever he sat down a crate he was carrying under one arm. "A gift we might share later," clinks of bottles heard within, "So are you ready to discuss some tactics?"

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Tim watched from the shadow's as Aethar went praying. From safety of his cloaked nature he let his emotions show more often, contempt this time. He felt no need to contact the paladin just yet.

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Within a few short hours, Marie Tiller and her archers arrived at Thoradin's Wall. After a quick with word with a Commander Claud they secured positions along the wall. Marie spread them out keeping the veterans evenly worked in with some of the less battle tested archers. Some of the League defenders looked a little tired from the weeks of skirmishes with the Horde but over all the moral was high. The last time the Wall was broken it took a lot more forces than were currently entrenched a good distance from the Wall.

[pateuvasiliu]

" Very well. Thank you... and may the Naaru shine above you...above us all.."

Exodion sighed as he went past the guard post. Although it was a just cause, he deep inside wished that one day the world would be free of all the evil, of all the war. But today, he had to fight. For all that he deemed holy, for all that he held dear.

He made his way through Stromgarde, heading for the keep.

There, he asked one of the guards if he could see Aethar, telling the guard he wanted to enlist.

He then took a few steps from the keep and put an old blanket on the ground, closing his eyes and trying to meditate. The feeling was amazing: it was like coming next to a fireplace after staying the whole winter in the chilling wind. A yellow glow began forming around his hands. The mist then moved to his Libram as it opened to a battle prayer.

" Come Naaru, fill the hearts of your faithful and kindle in them the gentle fire of your creation. Send forth The Light and they shall be created. And You shall renew the face of the world. "

[Elyaan]

((So, basically, those 12 Orcish Warships are stationed amongst the Forsaken Destroyers south of Hillsbrad. I'll post up soonish of those ships unloading their 3500 "Horde" soldiers, and the ships themselves then taking positions. Arkaah herself'll be leading these soldiers, disguised as a female Orc Elementalist by the name of Arkrah (cloaking/disguising magic and all that stuff, but there'll be suspicious things like her heated aura).

These guys may be infiltrating the Horde's presence in Lordaeron, but the Army of the North is already full of Twilight spies. Beware!

Anyways, as said earlier, I'll have a post up in the morning.))

[Thecyclone]

"Fine with me Vianne, and I agree with you of the point of invasion," Miltharion replied ; "But I have a few suggestions on how to solve the part of are problem." Miltharion says and then smiles, points outside, just then as if it was timed a loud roar echoed through the camp. "Her name is Kasha, and her owner died saving Tarren Mill from an invasion before and ever since has been protecting the town herself."

[Vadoor]

To a man Richard was large, but to a dwarf he man seemed to be a giant. Thorlin silently thanked himself that he had chosen the Blitz Mercanaries to accompany him on this trek, he wouldn't have liked to meet Richard on the wrong side of the field...
"Aye, twould luv tah share some drinks latah. So yer here tah talk strategy is it? Well then fallow meh, I've got sumthin tah show ya."

((That's fine Elyaan. Looking forward to your post tomorrow. ))