The fall of Stormwind

[Moonkin]

Drak began to charge ahead with the rest with a cry of "Lok'tar Ogar!"

[Aurabolt]

((Ouch, so much for being diplomatic :-\ I need to wait for Christophrsd's reply to do anything for the time being so..yeah.))

Fomortiis, not waiting for an answer returned to the makeshift command tent and looked over the map of Elwynn Forest he received earlier in Westfall. He didn't know if waiting for the Horde to arrive was the smart decision but in his eyes, at least he didn't have to worry about leaving Goldshire undefended. His thoughts turned to the scene of devisation he witnessed firsthand in Lakeshire. He shook his head sadly, wondering if he and that Gryphon Master were the only ones who escaped alive.

[Valakin]

Valkore led the few squads ahead of the rest of the army. As they reached the barricades, Val let out a laugh. "They call these barricades? These are mere sticks!" He charged into town, ripping Hellreaver from his back to wreak havoc. "Bloody alliance scum! Die on my blade!"

[mosher94]

Drawing his axe, Rakzor charged into the mass of Alliance soldiers. He flew into his normal berzerker rage, killing everything in his path - including 3 of his own raiders. He soon dismounted, and did a devestating bladestorm through the enemy lines, killing twenty five.

[Moonkin]

Once he arrived at town, Drak leaped off his worg and cleaved the nearest alliance soldier in half, and then he plowed his way through the enemy troops.
"Bah!" He thought to himself "This will fall all too quickly!"

[Valakin]

Valkore strolled into the town hall, decapitating whoever dared challenged him. ((Not trying to be super-powerful, just think Darkshire is weakkkkk)) He stormed into the main room, and the men looked at him surprised-like. He surveyed the room in seconds - there were 9 guards, a fierce looking female that seemed of authority, a man that looked like the mayor, and two men that seemed to be advisors.

[mosher94]

((Going back into WoW. Drak or Islander can GM me till I get back; I'm going to Wyrmrest Accord, if anyone cares to come... I'll post one final thing.))

Rakzor cleaved his way through the Alliance soldiers, each one falling to his blade. He was severely injured, but he did not know, nor did he care. He was rushing to the town hall, and thought the blood elf there was a human in his rage. He brought up his axe and cut down, completely silent.

[mosher94]

((Sorry for double post, but could you come online, Rahzath? I have a recruit but I can't invite him.))

[Garots]

Vahrin, and Rakzor walked into the way of the three remaining humans; the Mayor, the female, and an advisor. "Be lett'n me take care of dem. I can take dem out." "NO! We can kill them all here, now! Rakzor roared." "Let me do wat I do eere, I be on the lowest killin spree. Rakzor, displeased, agreed. "Fine...but quickly before the warcheif gets here..."

Vahrin took the three sobbing humans to the back, and drew his blades. They were bound by ropes, and he swung.




.....the ropes cut through, and the humans looked at him with a blank stare. "Yoo be goin now, less yoo be wantin to die.."
The humans ran off, through the woods, west.


Vahrin entered the town hall again. "I slit dere throat and buried dem like da dogs dey are..."

[Christophsrd]

((Sorry was in my guilds raid... sorry fo GMing, diddnt think i was doing anything wrong honestly, wont do it no more))


*In goldshire*
"Ill take 2 night elves, we'll scout ahead and find where the horde is making their lines known, and what were looking at."

((we can GM little NPC's and not big named guys right, or no?))

[Garots]

After Darkshire's burning, the Horde troop mounted up and headed west. Sentinel hill will fall. The Horde army began marching. Thunderous "Lok'tar Ogar!", and "For the Horde, the Alliance will fall!" echoed through the empty forest.

[Aurabolt]

((Lesser NPCs are fine, not known characters like the Faction Leaders or any of the established chars I interacted with earlier today. The exception is of course if you're promoted to a high-ranking position or you're given permission to control said character.))


Fomortiis stepped outside and spied smoke in the distance. "Judging from the distance, it appears Darkshire has fallen." he muttered. "Dammit! Where the hell are those reinforcements?!" Almost as if in answer to his outburst, a regiment of soldiers from Westfall--Humans, Draenei and Night Elves--arrived.

"Reporting." One of them said with a salute.

"Good timing." The Warlock replied as he returned the gesture. "Get to Darkshire as quickly as possible and hold the Horde as long as possible. If things fare badly, try to lure the Horde towards Deadwind Pass or Stranglethorn Vale, if possible."

"Yes, sir!" the soldiers replied in unison as they rode to the southeast. Fomortiis doubted they alone would be enough deter the Horde's Campaign. At the very least, it would give them a small taste of the guerilla warfare they would experience in Elynn Forest.


((Pending Approval, another of my chars will be joining the RP. I'm going to bed now but I'll be back briefly in the morning before work. Islander, feel free to move me in the meantime and yes.))

[Ryker]

Ryker returned from his hunt, pulling along a large buck. "Hey boys, got dinner!" Ryker dragged the deer into camp. "Good catch boss, got a fire goin Ill start cookin it up." Ryker left the goblin to his nasty work. "We get any commands from horde command?" Ryker asked the goblin who carried the radio pack. "No boss, only static" Ryker wasnt surprised, the horde would be hitting darkshire at the moment. "Why dont you get some rest, ill watch the radio for now" The goblin went back to his small tent.

Schhhhhhhhhhhh-"This is horde command, come in green team. This horde coma-" Ryker was woken by the voice. "Come in Horde command, this is green team, we were suffering some.... technical difficulties. Over" "Darkshire has been taken, we will be hitting gold by noon tommarow, we need you to soften up the target. Over" "Roger that command, Goldshire will be gone before you get there. Over and out"

Ryker walked over to the camp fire where the majority of his men ate dinner. "We have orders to bombard goldshire, get the mortars ready we are firing in..." Ryker glanced at his watch. "Twenty minutes"

"Ready boss!" Shouted the head bombardier. "READY!!! FIRE!" The mortars launched their rounds. "RELOAD RELOAD!" Ryker shouted over the massive echo.

[Garots]

Westfall. The Horde was close. The sky, dark now, loomed ahead of them. "WARRIORS OF THE HORDE! REST!" Garrosh screamed. The Horde army set up, and prepared for the small battle the next day.

Vahrin smiled. He wouldn't be fighting in the day's fight. Slowly, he wandered to Sentinel hill......he must find him....


((Please don't OP mortar everything again!))

[Ryker]

Westfall. The Horde was close. The sky, dark now, loomed ahead of them. "WARRIORS OF THE HORDE! REST!" Garrosh screamed. The Horde army set up, and prepared for the small battle the next day.

Vahrin smiled. He wouldn't be fighting in the day's fight. Slowly, he wandered to Sentinel hill......he must find him....


((Please don't OP mortar everything again!))

((Its all I know :'())

[Markus Shaw]

Harrmood stood in the king's chamber. Troops ran around, and people tried finding something to do. "Lord Alexton, where is Master Dicheeth?"

"Tower four." he said in a hurry.

Harrmood ran there, "MASTER!"

"yessss?"

"The Horde scum is closer than expected! They are at the Westfall border now!"

"That is not good, I do hope more reinforcements arrive from the harbor.."

"Indeed...." Harrmood sighed, seeing his old master would not help matters...

[Trade Prince]

((Im alliance, so im not trying to bomb goldshire.. the papers are going to dwarven district))

(( ehh?, i meant that Gallywix was yelling at a small group of idiotic goblins because they asked Gallywix is they should ask the humans if they could bomb goldshire , as in ask their permissions . Anyway nice, back into it.))

[Trade Prince]

Gallywix: "Nightfall, good . (over the megaphone) Night boys!, get some sleep you gnats ! were bound to have a .... riveting day tomorrow. Tonight ,sing your songs ,drink you Poisson, take your share !. Tomorrow....WE STRIKE!-end transmission.
Garrile Rustil....yes you, dont talk rogue. Now leave for Stormwind and head straight for the sewers, you will be acting as a.....designer ..."
Garrile Rustil : "ahh yes sir, your lordship, your highness,the king of the isle land of Ke......"
Gallywix: "Save your pathetic ass kissing for latter ,now leave!"

Peggy Fizzleblast: "Uh sir, sorry for interrupting but aren't the sewers laced with traps and Draenei trackers.
Gallywix: "Yes idiot i know that, ahhh whatever his face was is merely going to be used as a "where not to go track".
Peggy Fizzleblast: "yes milord"

[Deleted]

Kelara had entered Goldshire along with the reinforcing allies, and was now part of the forces there. Apparently all the commotion had let her slip in, wich was good for her. Kelara was dressed in a long white robe. Over her back a Draenei created Priest Staff was hanging, glowing with a blueish light. Kelara wasn't exactly an experienced hand-to-hand specialist, yet she could not make use of her arcane experience. In battle, she would have to be subtle. In the distance, something gave out a large bang. Following the way the birds flew, Kelara spotted the incomming Mortars nearly as they were shot. "Mages, attention sky!" Kelara yelled. Fwiii.. The alliance mages that managed to look up in time fired arcane missiles at the incomming Mortar rounds. The sky was a mix between missiles and Mortar Rounds. The Mortar rounds exploded like fireworks in the air, not a single one reached the ground.
"Task force, move out! Figure out who shot those rounds at us before the second barrage comes flying. Mages, defend the perimiter, do not let any of their attacks reach the ground!

Untill a supervisor arrives, I'll be in command here. Now get moving!" A band of alliance scouts moved towards the Goblin camp to dismantle the Mortar barrages. And such, Kelara entered the Alliance ranks unnoticed.

[Valakin]

Vahrin, and Rakzor walked into the way of the three remaining humans; the Mayor, the female, and an advisor. "Be lett'n me take care of dem. I can take dem out." "NO! We can kill them all here, now! Rakzor roared." "Let me do wat I do eere, I be on the lowest killin spree. Rakzor, displeased, agreed. "Fine...but quickly before the warcheif gets here..."

Vahrin took the three sobbing humans to the back, and drew his blades. They were bound by ropes, and he swung.




.....the ropes cut through, and the humans looked at him with a blank stare. "Yoo be goin now, less yoo be wantin to die.."
The humans ran off, through the woods, west.


Vahrin entered the town hall again. "I slit dere throat and buried dem like da dogs dey are..."

((I was already in the town hall, about to get into a fight >.> ))