Shadow's Assembly [Closed SRP]

[Black Mage]

The forests of Azeroth, their green foliage, shadows and life... Places of beauty, of peace, serenity... And mayhem.

An assembly of rogues and hunters, old as the very forests themselves dwell within the large, dark trees that compose Kalimdor's woods. The Cataclysm has wrought destruction in the world. The rangers have risen from the shadows, arising in order to defend the ancient woods from the new adventurers that have come to disturb the peace which had settled. Constantly in war with all lands, the rangers have begun attacking everyone and everything. Word has been called in order to take care of this threat.

By their underground ways, the rangers too have sent out word. They have vouched war against all, and they have the upper hand.

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The rules go as follows :

RANGERS

Rangers have the advantage within the woods.
There are 15 rangers total, 12 disposables, although hard to kill. Divided into three squads, led each by a player.
Rangers' objective is to kill off the invading hordes and capture their leaders

ADVENTURERS

The adventurers have either been paid or have heard word from multiple sources. Therefore, they all must arrive at different spots within the battlefield. (solo, for now)
You may bring as many soldiers as you want, maximum of 1000, minimum of 3 (we need to be able to kill some). Don't forget the encumbering terrain of the woods
Adventurers objective is to capture the rangers and turn them over, or convert them (looking at you Aramore.)

THE MAP

The battlefield are the forests of southern Kalimdor, including Darkshore, Ashenvale, Felwood and Mount Hyjal. Post-Cataclysm.

With that, good luck, have fun, and play nice!

[Khorianas]

Ashenvale. Within the crown of a huge tree a small camp has been set up. Within the huge crotches supplies, weapons and armor were piled up. A little waterfall was audible from a distance.
A troll was seated with his legs crossed in one of the crotches next to a little bedroll. Crawled up next to him was a huge cobra. The troll was busy using a small drill to bore a hole into a sharp triangular tooth. When he heard a noise from further down the tree he silently jumped up and grabbed a throwing spear that was lying next to him. The cobra, also roused by the noise spread her hood. The troll silently stroked the snake’s chin with the back of his free hand to calm her. The troll imitated the call of a common ashenvale bird. Two shouts. He was answered with three of another bird’s call. The troll relaxed and continued his work. Moments later an elf slung himself up onto the huge branch. He bowed slightly and whispered:

“Baa’ashii’s wares arrived, Shan’do.”

The troll nodded and extended his arm to the elf. The elf removed his small backpack and hung the strap over the troll’s palm. The Troll opened the pack and rummaged through its contents. An evil grin formed on his face and he nodded contentedly.

“Perfect.”

“You want me to send your regards?”

The troll shook his head

“Not necessary, thank you, get back on your post.”

Ulay put the palm of his hand on his chest and bowed slightly the elf returned the salute and took his leave.
The Troll carefully climbed up further in the tree till he reached another little platform where he stashed some reet cages with small birds. He wrote a message and bound it to the birds leg. He released the small animal and knew that Baa’ashii’s troops would get his message.

“No Disturbances. Conducted some successful ambushes on Horde as well as Alliance troops. No casualties on our side. Wares arrived. I am very content. Ulay”

The troll climbed down to his camp and continued his work. With the new materials he would be able to finish his newest toy. He couldn’t wait to try it.

((My ranger squad has taken camp in central Ashenvale. Ulay, his companion and my share of the Rangers))

[Aramore]

((Looking at me? Are you mayhaps implying that I may have attempted to smite a few rangers? : o))

Aleister stood at the top of a tower west of the Scarlet Monastery and watched as his Crusaders constructed the new harbour in the north of Tirisfal Glades. The stonemasons were finalising their work on the artificial harbour ready for the wood to be brought in to begin crafting the boardwalks and eventually the ships.

A group of Crusaders were carrying the last lot of stone needed to form the harbour but something was wrong. Aleister watched as one of the crusaders dropped the shipment causing it to roll down the beach into the sea. Aleister sighed. They could not afford setbacks like this. This could not go unpunished. He set off from the tower and strode towards the beach. His expression of grim determination.

The Crusaders on his route could tell he was displeased and snapped quick salutes to him before rushing off, thankful that they had not been the target of his displeasure. He caught up to the crusader who had caused the stone to roll down into the sea.

"You have five seconds to explain yourself Crusader!" he yelled at the man.

"Sir... it just sort of slipped out of my hand" the crusader fell to his knees and grabbed Aleister's feet. "Sir Please! Give me another chance I can do better! I-" Aleister held his finger to his lips before turning to face the sea.

The stone had drifted further out to sea right in the line of a Scarlet Vessel laden with the full shipment of wood required to finish the harbour. "Congratulations Crusader, it took us months to negotiate that wood from Kalimdor. How do you suppose we get some more on such short notice?" he began to unsheathe his weapon.

"Sir! We could just go to their forests and take their wood! What can they do to stop the might of the crusade." Aleister looked at him for a moment before placing his sword back into its sheathe. He grabbed the Crusader's wrist and pulled him back to his feet.

"I like how you think Crusader. Very well. Go to the monastery and gather the soldiers, you and I will lead them to the forests of Kalimdor."

[trulte]

The dark haired human sat under the shade of one of the giant trees and looked out into the thick forest. Feralas, ancient home of the Kaldorei race and place for the ancient city of Eldre'Thalas. Though the place is called Dire Maul now many night elves prefer to remember the city by it's original name. The human raised his head a little up and could barley make out it's great stone walls out in the distance.
He sat himself fully up and stretched his hand after the bottle of tasty and way to addictive rum at his side. "Cheers, whoever is listening...hic!" He said before taking a small sip from the glass bottle.

"Goddamn it Ghard we are supposed to track down the enemy, NOT GET DRUNK!" The slim bald man with a curved dagger in his left hand standing right in front of Ghard said.

"We have...hic" Ghard rolled over to the side waving around with his hands.

"You drunk bastard" The bald man mumbled for himself, while he tried to get Ghard back up on his feet's.

"Are the... hic... others ready?" Ghard asked still struggling to get up.

"Yeah, your second in command Amber have done your job exceptionally" The bald one said with a sly smile.

"Ehhh... you know i am expecting a mutiny soon... hic!" They both burst out in laughter.

The bald man helped the dark haired engineer over to the camp site which lied only a few feet's deeper into the thick green forest of Feralas. Ghard had arrived here with a small mercenary crew not so long ago with the hope of tracking down this new threat of the forests of Azeroth. His mission was to capture as many as he could and give them to the highest bidder and of course the dwarf responsible for this mission. He knew listening to all kinds of conversations in taverns would pay off one day and with himself, a greedy goblin, his fanatic second in command, some lousy peasants and thirty other deadly mercenary's he knew he would have to get as many ``Targets`` as possible to make the most money out of it and not end up with his head on the dinner table for the ruthless dwarf.

((hope this is an acceptable intro and i will start of in Feralas as you can read) )

[ELYPOP]

Massive vessels of greyed metal appeared north of the Zoram'gar Strand. Counting 6 ships in total, the leviathans came to a halt upon the shores of the Blackfathom Deeps. The first to step off the ships that were disguised to be that of the Horde, was an individual wearing a cloak of what seemed to be purple dragonscales. Striding forward, moving slowly towards the forest, the lone individial called to a nearby female orc. As she moved towards the cloaked figure, the unknown individual turned to speak to her.

"Tell them to unload swiftly, and as silently as possible. We do not wish for the Horde forces to the south to spot that we are not truly members of their faction. I hope to march within the next ten minutes, and inform them that any seen not following their duties will be permanently silenced. Now go.", muttered the cloaked one, in a hoarse tone, reminiscent of grinding stones. "Yes, Instructor Arkaah.", replied the orc, as she scurried back towards the unloading ships.

Turning her attention back towards the high trees of Ashenvale Forest, Arkaah grinned, as minor cracks formed around her lips. "All is falling into place...", she whispered, as she heard the sounds carried by the wind, of the melodic stamping of iron clad boots.

[Black Mage]

A chill wind came with the setting sun of the day. The dark-leaved trees of Felwood rattled and shook, moaning a melancholy song, heard only by those who were brave enough to face the woods at night. A small deer was grazing on a patch of grass in the middle of a clearing, close to the edge, in case a predator so happened upon it. A light haze was beginning to appear, announcing the cold night ahead. As the deer looked up from it's meal, checking once again for any intruder, a deathly silence overcame the surrounding woods. In that moment, a sound could be heard by the beast, although very quietly. It was as if a powerful branch had wacked against a soft, leathery material.

The deer's eyes had not even had time to dilate before the arrow passed through the animal's chest, instantly killing it, the animal having had no time to flee.

The beast fell to the side, the arrow having cleanly passed through the ribs and implanting itself into a nearby tree trunk. A full minute had gone by before a shadow overcame the now still animal. The newcomer had not made a sound, passing through the foliage to come inspect it's kill. The emerald eyes of the human looked over it's prey once more before walking to the arrow and working it out of it's burrow.

As the man worked on this, another, taller figure came out of the forest, this one quieter still, and carrying with him a imposing aura that spoke of his prowess in this terrain. The blue eyes of the elf surveyed the kill quickly as he came closer, knealing towards it and binding it's legs with rope.

"A clean kill." Dauric spoke, his voice as calm as his composure.

The other only nodded in appreciation of his leader's praise as he came back to the man and animal, his arrow succesfully retrieved and now home, within the man's quiver.

Dauric took the beast on his back, easily carrying the buck's weight, declining the offer of help of the other.

"And a good supper tonight, Lord Ranger." The other responded, his voice as quiet and calm as the other, although slightly lower in pitch.

"Indeed, master Farrow, indeed." responded the High Elf.

[Telcular]

The shadows of the trees filled the ground, the light was dim and the smell was..corrupted.
The plagued forest of Felwood was a quiet, yet unforgiving landscape to pass.

The necromancer, Telcular, still walked with ease in his stepps.
He had recently made a bargin in the Timbermaw hold, some simple cloth from his side, several fine furs from theirs, guaranteed to sell good to merchants.
However, he was still on his guard, the rumors of "shadow men" was a rumor that was talked about alot within Timbermaw.
Slow breathing as he took step by step, looking around with his eyes as his cowl covered his face, a chilling aura emiting his body with a small fog.
Shadow people..childs stories....
He let out a low sigh as he kept walking south, just passing the Shatter Scar Vale.

[Khorianas]

When Ulay was applying the finishing touches to his latest device a female ranger came in with a new report.

"Little skirmish between Alliance and Horde between Raynewood and Splintertree, as it seems the Alliance will win. They are ahead six to four in head count. If we are quick enough we may be able to pick off the survivors."

Ulay put his work aside and secured his throwing weapons in his armor and picked up a throwing spear.

"Get your brother. Three of us should be enough, quickly."

The ranger ran off to do as she was told and Ulay followed shorty after.
The three of them arrived moments after the last strike of the skirmish was dealt.
The rangers watched the scene from a treetop.
Four of the alliance Soldiers survived the skirmish. Three elven archers and a human soldier. One elf was tending to another one that has been wounded. The human searched the fallen while the third marksman stood watch.

„They feel safe being so close to the retreat, we will have to strike silent and swiftly. Don’t make a mess, I want no blood shed except I say so don’t use the winged arrow tips. Just get the armored one to fall; the other’s bones are mine. Wait for my signal.”

The troll made his way further through the tree tops until he was nearly above the little party, his snake also made her way through the tall gras.
The wounded archer was held by the third as he started hobbling towards Raynewood.
Meanwhile Ulay searched for his rangers in the trees. When he established eye contact he raised his fist. Both of them nodded and drew their bows. Ulay took his arm down and when he saw the arrows fly in the direction of the human he jumped from the tree. He recognized the arrows hitting their target from the corner of his eye. When the troll landed his throwing spear already pierced the wounded ranger’s chest. The archer that stood watch was shorly distracted by the dying soldier, and was spat a load of poison into the face by Ulay’s companion. He fired his arrow straight up into the air while tumbling backwards. Ulay threw another weapon at the remaining ranger and hit her head with the handle of his Kukri and knocked her out. Ulay’s rangers emerged from the shadows, and proceeded to bind and gag the unconscious night elf. They carried her to Ulay who was dragging the blinded ranger. He threw him face down in the dirt and placed his knee on his back. He grabbed his hair and janked his head upwards. Then he spoke to his rangers in Zandali.

“Make her watch.”

The male of Ulay’s rangers slapped the prisoner across the face and when she gained her consciousness he forced her view at Ulay while the famale ranger brought the Troll’s Kukri.
The Troll removed the scarf from his face and grinned at the prisoner. Within a moment the grin vanished from his face and he made a deep and slow cut across the throat of the elf he was holding. The prisoner screamed into her gag, while the man's blood spilled onto the earth in a thick stream and Ulay caught some of it with his hand. he Troll drank the blood slowly while the elf died. When he saw how the eyes of the remaining elf filled with disgust, hate and tears, he nodded at his male ally, who knocked his prisoner out again. Ulay’s rangers didn’t really approve the troll’s habits, but they knew he incited fear in their enemies with them.
The Hunter wiped the blood from his face placed his scarf over his mouth and gave his archers new orders.

“Sedate her. Get her to the hideout. Don’t let yourself be seen. I will clean up the rest.”

The rangers nodded and carried out their orders. Ulay proceeded to carve a tree into the chest of the elf he just killed, and did the same with one of the Horde victims. He took some of the supplies and clothing from the scene and carried the human’s body with him to their hideout. When he arrived he saw that a message was left for him.

“Horde reinforcements arrived at Zoram’gar. -Karyon”

[Garots]

The Soul-trader had arrived. Slowly, Baa'ashii walked out of the Ethereal portal, his dozens of Etheral slaves following in suit, carrying large packages of equipment made in Netherstorm, and mass quantities of Mana. He looked around and saw a tall, Etheral-looking figure, who looked confident enough to be in charge. He walked to the figure (He then figured out it was an ascendant), and smiled.

"Hellllo, Ascendant. My master apologizes for our.....dilemma. We ran into some..errr...issues."

He bowed.

"My men are beginning to set up now, and will follow your command if need be."

He laughed, and drew his Elementium staff. Pressing his thumb to a journal he portruded from a dark satchel at his side. He began flipping through pages, writing things down in unreadable text.

" And how many men do you control?"

[ELYPOP]

"We have not properly met yet, ethereal. I first propose a question to you: What do you want with the Twilight's Hammer, and do you serve with us?", she spoke, in her hoarse and rough tone. Awaiting a reply, Arkaah gazed around at the materialising ethereals. Child's play!, she thought to herself.

Meanwhile, behind her, the final pieces of her forces were coming together. All 200 of them were ready to march soon, if they could clear the visible obstacles from their path. In this case, the ethereal pests.

[Black Mage]

The still death that was night was a comfort to Dauric. During the day, he was a wind of death, propulsed by purpose and skill. The night, though, he was almost etheral within his domain, never being seen and taking countless lives with no more effort than was needed.

Tonight, the crescent shape of the moon stood high in the sky, giving the gloomy woods a ghostly feel, accuented by the thin layer of mist that covered the ground. The only sounds were those of the occasional beast of the night, out to hunt. The earlier wind has quickly died down, taking away the thin wisps of clouds that had covered the sky.

Two rangers were with Dauric this night, and their mission was clear. A small travelling group had been seen earlier in the day by one of the others and having been alone, the attack had been posponed to the night.

Now, in the darkness, the hunter stalked it's prey...

From a distance, Ayeunn, a night elven lady, had spotted a tiny prick of light, and the three of them were stealthily advancing towards the clearing. As they approached, the quiet sounds of hushed conversation reached the ears of the rangers. Dauric's eyes quickly passed over the scene from his spot in the foliage.

Raising a hand, Dauric showed five fingers. Pointing towards the two wearing aromored he first pointed to Ayeunn and then to himself before making a slicing motion across his neck. Then, pointing at the still figure that was laying on the ground as well as another, unarmored figure caring for the belongings, he pointed to the third, marking them both as his targets. Finally, he then pointed to himself and then to the last figure, the one tending to his weaponry and cupped his ear, giving a clear signal to the others.

The three rangers immediately began stalking towards the vantage points where they could most easily take out their targets. In moments, Dauric had arrived at his chosen spot, removing the bow from his pack and taking two arrows from his quiver. With one, he carefully placed the arrowtip into a small leather pouch that he kept on his belt. The arrow now had a small black stain on it, ready to do what he intended...

His eyes looking towards the other two rangers, who were staring back at him, he nodded his head, giving the signal to release. Within a matter of moments, the first man, caring for the belongings fell, an arrow implanted into his chest, through his heart. Before the two armored men could begin to react, they too recieved arrows, Dauric's piercing the flesh of the armpit, impaling the heart while Ayeunn's struck the man in the neck. In the time it took for the others to fall, a fourth and fifth arrow were away, one strick the sleeping man in the heart, through the back and the other, poisoned, implanting itself into the large hamstring of the last man.

[Telcular]

A sigh could be heard as the wind pulled in the Necromancers robe, the silent night very slowly coming to an end.
He didn't mind either, on the day it is easier to see..on the night..not as much..which ofcourse could be both good and bad..depanding on who he met.
His guard was droped, telling himself that these so called "Shadow men" actually were childs stories to scare the young timbermaw, however he still had the wildlife of the forest to worry about..the corrupted wolfs and bears roaming this land.
However..if they decided to even try to attack him..they'd regret it..
He smirked slightly at the thought as his hand grabed tightly on his dagger, hoping that the mere thought would make some of the vermin appear.
... Nothing.
He sighted again as his grip on the knife losend, his eyes locked forward.
This routh had been traveled many times by him, however non since the Cataclysm struck, it coulden't have made such a big diffrance...right?

[Khorianas]

Ulay expected his ranger to come in with another report shortly. But he would have time to relax a bit.
He took of his upper body armor and carefully folded it. He sat down on his bedroll legs crossed and watched a little clay bowl in front of him. It was filled halfway with sand and a single piece of coal was smoldering inside of it. The troll took a little leather bag and opened it. He grabbed a pinch of the powder that was inside and threw it on the coal. Thick smoke started rising from the bowl immediately. The troll inhaled the incense deeply and braced himself for the other part of his meditation. He took a small tooth and cut a little wound into his arm. He proceeded to apply a small amount of snake poison to it. The troll fell into a trance like state for a few minutes until his body was able to defeat the poison. The troll woke from his state invigorated.

A silent sobbing from his side told him that the prisoner’s sedative had worn off.
When his captive looked at his tattoos her pupils dilated, and the troll heard a silent gasp. The little white snakes carved from bones he left after his attacks together with the tree markings seem to have made their impact on his enemies. The Troll looked at the markings on his chest and spoke to the elf.

“Ya kno who I be?”

The troll just spoke common very badly but it would be their only means of communication. The elf nodded at him. The troll smiled. She did not know him. She knew the stories everyone told about the white snake. He is a brutal killer who feasts on the dead. A devil who was in league with the serpents. The troll didn’t care about those thoughts he just loved how people started to fear him just because of the trails he left. The fact that no one ever survived to tell stories was what made this rumors so frightening and believable. The troll opened a little wrapped package that contained dried meat. The troll cut a piece of with his knife and ate it. He smiled to himself thinging about how the elf might think what kind of meat that is, in fact it was deer meat. Ulay got up and leaned over to the elf. He positioned his huge slender body over his prisoner and watched how she started to tremble with fear.

“You thirsty?”

The elf nodded again. Ulay fetched a little sponge from his supplies and dipped it into a bowl of water. He held the elf’s head carefully and pressed the sponge against her gag. The elf was able to drink some of the water. Ulay repeated the procedure some times till the elf shook her head. As much as the troll liked to play with her fears, He would not harm her. A live prisoner would be of much greater use. He wondered why she didn’t suspect him of poison her drink, but came to the conclusion that she knew she was more valuable alive.
Then the troll heard the familiar bird’s call. And answered with the usual reply. After some moments passed one of the elven rangers arrived in the hideout.

"What is it Karyon?"

“You’ve got to see this. There are ethereals deploying supplies with the Horde reenforcements."

Ulay cursed in Zandali

“Baa’ashii!, If he does anything stupid I will set him on fire myself.”

The elf nodded as he disappeared into the woods.
Ulay turned his attention to his prisoner again.

“Sorry but you sleep now.”

Ulay grabbed a small bamboo stick and used it as a straw to suck up a liquid from a little vial into it. He grabbed the elf’s jaw and pushed the little pipe through her teeth and blew the liquid into her mouth while holding her nose with his other hand. He pressed her jaw shut with one hand and started to softly stroke her throat with the other. When the elf swallowed his sedative he armed himself again and made his way to the Coast to see what the ethereal was up to.

[Black Mage]

Dauric sat cross-legged in front of a small fire that gave off no smoke. The rangers were careful to not alert anyone of their position, in order to never be tracked and constantly moved in order to accomplish this. The wood had been very carefully chosen, knowing that they would burn quietly and without releasing any smoke into the air.

The elf's hands were steepled in concentration, his glowing blue eyes staring off at the dark around the circle of light provided by the small fire. The night had proven useful, the captured victim having willfully given up the information Dauric had feared hearing. He looked up once and was surprised to hear the cry of a loon slowly die. This meant the night was soon coming to a close; it also meant the rangers would soon be moving to another location.

Farrow, having heard the loon and understood the meaning, had crouched towards his pack and bedroll, preparing for the departure. Ayeunn remained asleep, having been awake the longest, almost two days now. The last mission having been succesful she had immediately requested the permission to rest and Dauric had knowingly obliged. The other two, Grenald and Cynella were currently in the proximity, watchfully guarding the camp. Dauric would not attempt to find them, they would be nigh impossible to see and even harder to track.

Dauric now knew that the word had gone out, rumors had spread about the rangers, although they were now referred to as "Shadow men". Dauric allowed a small grin to appear on his face at the thought of the title. He was proud of his men. They had been doing well, not only in Felwood, but all of the surrounding region.

As he pondered further into their next move, Grenald came running back, his dark green cloak making him look like a shadow even in the light of the fire.

"Yes?" began Dauric, still looking into the hot red coals under the flames.

"Cyrella spotted a few men walking into the forest not long ago, about 5 miles to the east. I personally believe they are simple merchants, and will not pose a threat." The ranger said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Dauric nodded once, urging the other to continue.

Grenald obliged, speaking once again, "As well, there seems to be a fresh set of tracks on the trail, coming from Timbermaw."

Grenald was an exceptionel archer, and a fair swordsman. Dauric still remember training him as a child, in the time when the land was whole, before the cataclysm had struck.

Dauric brought a hand to his chin, and scratched his neck before responding. "Alone, you say?"

Grenald nodded once to affirm this.

Dauric knew the answer befoer he had asked. Grenald was not one to lie, or be mistaken by such a simple thing. "Then I suppose we should place upon his path our latest find, think you not, Grenald?" Dauric said, leaning his head towards the bag that was to his left. "Let's instill fear into those who travel single."

Grenald only nodded before walking towards the body and easily picking it up within his powerful arms. The shrubbery made almost no sound as the large man ran through them, towards the path.

[trulte]

The sound of swords being sharpened and peasants taking down tents could be heard all over the small camp site. Ghard had decided that they all should start heading north as it had been no reports about any activity from the enemy down here in Feralas for a while. The only reports were of small skirmishes between horde, alliance and some nagas.
Inside one of the tents the middle aged engineer sat with his second in command and weapon master discussing which way would get them quickest to the enemy.

"If we can get to the borders of Desolace by tomorrow before sun rise, we should have a good chance of reaching the forest's where our targets are currently operating without missing any action" The fair haired lady with a black leather vest looked down on the giant map in front of her with a half smile.

"I am not sure if we can reach it on such s-," Amber interrupted the man as she looked up from the map and stared directly at the engineer with her somewhat creepy and chaotic blue eyes.

"No, we will never reach anything in time if you continue to lure yourself away from your duties to drink all the time!" Amber gave Ghard an irritated glance while Ghard returned it with a weak grunt.

"If i may interrupt you two for a second i may purpose that we take the other way through Thousand Needles and then up through Southern Barrens instead" The goblin looked over them both with his large grin.

"If i can avoid it i would like to not go into any unnecessary battlefields between the horde and the alliance" Ghard saw that the large grin around the goblins mouth decrease a little. He had not blown up anything for a while now and Ghard could see the greedy green fella hungered for something to blow up, but Ghard had no intentions of going through Southern Barrens just to quell this goblin's hunger for explosions.

"But we will eventually have to go through a horde and alliance battlefield regardless of what way we take" Amber said while pointing at Stonetalon Mountains on the map.

"Ehh..." Ghard sighed heavily.

The ``lively`` conversation lasted for a little longer before they all three agreed that they should try to reach Desolace before mid day tomorrow. Ghard was pleased with that outcome, now he would have a little time to focus on his strategy for the inevitable battle against the enemy. If it was at least something Ghard had learned, it was never going blindly up against an enemy without any kind of a plan or strategy. This battle would most likely be no different, he hoped.

[Telcular]

It was silent, the wildlife was asleep..probably.. and the only things that could be heard in the night was his slow breathing, and the gentle stepps.
Even if they were with ease, he could hear them echo in the woods, his breathing sounding louder and louder for each breath.
He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, still following the route, the muddy, dark route.
Could have gone to some settlement.. take a flight..or stayed at an inn..
He said in a whisper-like voice.
But noo.. i had to save that gold...
He let out a sigh as he kept walking, renewing his grip on his dagger.

[Aramore]

The Scarlet Flagship "Ashbringer" was docked in the new harbour. It was currently being loaded with supplies and weaponry ready for the battle that the Crusade was sure to find when they reached Kalimdor. Aleister stood on the deck of the ship and watched the process while smiling. A few hours ago the harbour had been a mess but now, with salvaged stone and wood, a small section had been completed to the high standards of the Crusade. It made him swell with pride when he thought of the good they could do if only the world would give them a chance.

His newly promoted second ran up to him. "Sir, the loading is almost complete, we will have supplies to fight for two straight months as unlikely as that will be. There is also plenty of room to store the wood for the return journey."

"Excellent, and how many men do we have room to bring with us on this journey?"

"We can carry five hundred men on the ship comfortably, one thousand will fit if you require but that will lower the max duration of our journey to one month, there will also be less room for the wood."

"Five hundred will be more than sufficient, I am quite confident that any enemy that we encounter will be defeated through pure tenacity and strength of faith, any extra soldiers would merely smite them faster. Tell the captain to set off then, it's time to finish our harbour."

[Garots]

Baa'ashii looked to the Twilight, and smirked.

The operation was underway

"I am under my own flag, yettt, I serve the Twilights. How many more do you expect in the next few weeeks?"

He turned, and spoke in some unknown dialect to his workers, and they turned, setting up crates and landscape scanners.

((Sorry for the delay, I am in Portland buying stuff >:U))

[Black Mage]

Dauric had finished packing and was currently waiting for his last man, Grenald, to come back from his mission.

The sun was just about to come lighten the sky, turning it into a beautiful blend of purples, oranges and blacks all swirling together to form the majestic tapestry that was dawn and dusk.

Farrow was currently sitting on a log, carefully making another arrow for his pack, his knife making long, practiced strokes on the piece of wood he had chosen. Ayeunn had not long ago dissapeared in search for water and Cyrella, having come back moments before, was catching a few minutes of well-deserved rest.

A small sound could be heard in the distance, imitating the songbird's call, letting the rangers know one of theirs was approaching. Grenald walked out of the bush, his gauntlets showing a few drops of blood, only testament to the greusome work he had been doing.

Without a word, Cyrella was woken and the four of them began to walk away, each of them shouldering a pack, towards a new direction,knowing Ayeunn would be able to follow.

Grenald took out a cloth wiping the drops from his black steel gloves, not liking having the stench of a hunter on his armor.

They had left for the lone traveller a warning of sorts, to tell him in who's wood he tred. The body had been left, tied by the ankles, upside down, the tree that marked the rangers inscribed into his very chest. The only apparent wound would be the small gash in his hamstring as well as the small slit on his corroted artery, hence the blood on Grenald. The traveller would come face to face with the dead, to show him where he may soon lie.

[ELYPOP]

"Then your servitude has saved your life, but your assistance is not required. We march alone. You can assist us on other fields, but we are self sufficient on this front.", she retorted. Looking back to her own forces, she noticed that they had completely formed up. Excellent..., she thought to herself, as she motioned with her hand for them to march forwards. Calling to the orc assistant that she had previously given orders to, she further informed her that the Twilight Pyromancers were required at the forefront of her 200 person army. As all 40 of the fire magicians marched along with her, she began muttering in Kalimag, in order for her orders to remain secretive, but also for her forces to understand her.

As she, and her forces, raised their hands forward, orbs of flame formed within their grasp. Jets of twilight fire erupted forth, igniting all that stood within their path. "We shall burn all within our way, as we conquer this ancient forest, in the name of our dark masters!". Before them, the forests of Ashenvale were incinerated, into mere ash, as they advanced forward.