[A-RP] Kul Tiran Marine - Proudmoore Expects That Every Man Will Do His Duty

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Some of us are online now! :slight_smile:

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Sergeant Seabridge,

We had a bit of luck yesterday, with couple of new recruits joining up. They’re both Islanders, and they’ve passed their ISST and will report to the Tide’s Virtue by cast off tomorrow morning. Paperwork attached, and quartermaster informed.

- Greytide

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I was just approached by one of the guild’s members and I ought to say that he was very friendly and they seem to be a really nice bunch. :slight_smile:

So, when you get the chance, feel free to sign up!

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Corporal Young felt nervous. It took her a while to realise this, standing in the bitter cold alley just south of the Ashvane Company yards in Boralus. She had felt that shiver down her spine - easily attributed to the rough weather, and her having decided to dress lightly in the pristine barracks dress rather than bothering with armour. Yet it wasn’t the cold that had sent the shiver down her spine.

The day before had been easy enough, especially by marine standards. The marines were assisting together with fine volounteers from all corners, but especially from a crew calling themselves the Tideforged, to help mend the damages wrought by the war upon Boralus. Fixing walls, monuments - nothing she’d needed to be in armour for. That’s why she decided not to bother with it today.

Oh, how she regretted it. For a brief second, she felt as if she was completely naked - standing there in the middle of the city that was known for harbouring more than one shady feller. A miniscule tremble ran down her extended index finger. The metal of the triggerguard served well to pull her back to her senses.
She had all the protection she needed. She had her rifle.

Young stood outside a warehouse, just shy of the mischevious Hook Point. Around her, anywhere, she knew that there might be some unscrupulous person with only her worst in mind. Behind her, a cache of Azerite that had been lost in the commotion regarding the Ashvane Trading Company. However, as far as the Corporal was concerned, the chill had vanished from the air. For she stood there with her legs apart, with both hands gripping the comfort of her rifle. At the end of its barrel, the long Kul Tiran steel of a sword-bayonet had already been affixed.

"Come what might - ", she thought, "- for what two layers of cloth I am wearing, they are of the green and gold, and that is all I will need."

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Shout out to Greytide in here for many months ago coming to meet the Seventh Legion in Kul Tiras and giving us a tour around Boralus! The Kul Tiran Marine looks like an excellent guild!

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Thank you very much for the kind words!

We’re continuing with the Greycliff Initiative tonight - anyone is welcome to join us, of course! <3

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I heard it will be fun, one might say, I returned to partake in this.

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If you’re looking for military and/or Kul Tiran themed RP, hit these guys up. Solid guild with an interesting bunch of characters.

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Greytide stood by the taffrail of the Tide’s Virtue, watching as the tiny pinpricks of light that marked Kul Tiras slip beyond sight as the ship continued east into the night. Tucked behind and beneath the quarterdeck, it was a part of the ship rarely visited by anyone other than the occasional riflers who practised on any pursuing pirates or Naga.

He always spent his first evening out of port watching the land slip beneath the horizon or into the night, enjoying the slow cutting off from civilisation as the ship abandoned the shallows and headed into deeper, and usually windier, waters. It was a curious paradox, he loved Kul Tiras, wandering Boralus or heading into the wilds of the Sound, and began missing the island as soon as it was out of sight. But when the ship docked at the barracks, he began longing for this, the quiet solitude of the peaceful sea, feeling as though they were the only ones in the world, and it was theirs to command.

Greytide closed his eyes, listening to the waves, the last screeches of the gulls before they turned back towards land, the creaking of the ship as it ploughed through the dark, the storm silver prow cutting through the water even as the Tidesage at the front of the ship steadied the water ahead. He smelt the salt in the air as the wind blew past him and up into the huge green sails straining to break free from the rigging.

The sound of voices brought him out of his reverie. Greytide opened his eyes, the taffrail now showered with light as the lanterns were lit inside the Captain’s cabin behind him. While he wanted to stay longer, he knew loitering outside the Captain’s window would not look good. He glanced down at his half eaten plate of steak and eggs, a marine tradition for the last night before battle, now stone-cold. He grasped the small pendant around his neck, muttering a small prayer to the Tidemother, before throwing the food over stern of the ship, an inconsequential gift to Lady of Grasping Waters, but one he felt obliged to give before he went into battle.

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Silverpine Offensive, Marine Vanguard
2000 hours, 27.03

Marine Personnel:
                Tidesage Singfur, G.
                Cpl. Young, A.
                L/Cpl. Greytide, A.
                Mne. Henvir, L.
                Mne. Desmonds, R.
                Cdt. Hawsepiper, A.
                Cdt. Crawder, G.
                Cdt. Cutter, T.
                Cdt. Singfur, S.

Other forces also joined our advance party, though I did not learn their names.
                1x Kul Tiran Thornspeaker
                2x Human males of roguish demeanour
                1x Quel’dorei priestess

Sequence of Events:

Tide’s Virtue arrived in Gilneas, landing craft lowered and boarded. Made land at Keel Harbour. Resupplied, taking on extra water and medical supplies under supervision of Marine medic Henvir, L. Proceeded SE to graveyard outside Gilneas City, using tunnel to enter city unobserved.

Tunnel exit compromised by presence of Forsaken using house above as lookout post. Dispatched three (3) Forsaken deathstalkers. Cdt. Crawder selected as pointman, given local knowledge. Proceeded across Greymane Court and around cathedral quarter until within site of bridge towards the wall road. Cpl. Young and Cdt. Cutter advance to scout ahead.

Activity in cathedral necessities cover behind nearby wall. Fifteen (15) hooded figures exit cathedral, and head towards bridge. Cpl. Young returns, and orders myself, Mne. Henvir, Cdt. Hawsepiper and one additional male to flank, while drawing the Forsaken to her position with gunfire. Flanking a resounding success, with Thornspeaker acting as a shield to the other flank of the ranged fighters. Forsaken dispatched, leaving one ‘alive’ for interrogation. Uncooperative, dispatched.

Proceeded across bridge, past pile of burning corpses and approached house by the roadside, following Cpl. Young reporting movement within. Occupant found to be Worgen resident.

Proceeded North to Greymane Wall, and advanced through shattered gateway to join advance camp with Seventh Legion.

Objectives Achieved/Failed:

  1. Reach Greymane Wall - Achieved.
  2. Set up forward camp in preparation for Offensive - Achieved (Camp already established by Seventh Legion advance party).
  3. Do not alert enemy to presence of Marine personnel - Achieved. (Enemies dispatched before signalling Horde forces.)

Casualties:

None

Injuries:

Cdt. Hawsepiper suffered minor arm wound from Forsaken blade. Treated by Mne. Henvir.

Other notes:

  • Extent of Forsaken occupation of Gilneas City unknown.
  • All Cadets are to be congratulated, following orders without complaint and performing admirably in combat.

Signed,
Avinor Greytide,
Marine Lance Corporal

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We’re having a helluva lot of fun at the Silverpine Campaign. However, there’s been some sad goodbyes too. If you take a look at the bottom of our first post in this thread, there’s a wall of the fallen - and there’s a new name on it. May swift tides bring Desmonds back to Boralus for a speedy recovery in a military hospital with many cute nurses!

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Where is my gold?

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It’s at the bottom of a lake, with a sword. However, please don’t let that be a source of government.

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You can expect me to do my duty.

But I wont.

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Tandred, prepare the gallows…

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And this is how the kingdom of Thyronia was created, thanks.

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Ooh, sounds interesting, count me-

looks at his frozen account

Huh… Do you accept trial accounts?

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Well, we will if you’re planning on becoming an active account if that’s the right term? :smiley:

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Uhm… That is not gonna be possible, I’m afraid. When I played through the free weekend, all I did was unlock the Zandy Trolls, did a bit of the Trial of Style, and then haven’t logged in since. The game’s not as fun to play right now.

If the game made me feel more inspired to play, then I’d be an active account.

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Thanks to everyone that interacted with us in Silverpine! We had a blast, and hope you guys enjoyed a bunch of witch-wary, mainlander-scorning, horde-killing leathernecks as much as possible! I know I had good fun!

The sway of the ship gently rocked the Corporal as she laid berthed in her hammock. They were still in Stormwind harbour, but soon they’d set sail once more for Kul Tiras. She wouldn’t be sad to leave, truth be told. Most of the marines felt slightly out of place in the city, spending most of their time eyeing over mainlanders and their habits. Oddly enough, however, she did look forward to getting back to work. Mule, or Brooks as she’s actually named, was right. Times like this allowed one to think too much. Mule had wanted to back to Silverpine. Young let out a small grunt in her hammock, turning over to try to fall asleep on her other side. Silverpine? She reflected for a moment on how far from home that was. If she fell in some slop of mud up there, would anyone at home even hear of it? Would her mother know? Would she care? The Corporal slowly raised herself from the hammock, pulling on a nearby shirt as she did. Reaching for her cigarettes, her face contorts to a grimace as she tries to suppress her agonizing thoughts.

As she shuffles out on the deck, the early morning breeze ruffles through the rough-cut locks of sun-bleached hair. She squints slightly, turning her face to the wind. She takes a deep breath of the salty air, a slight smile appearing on her lips.

Next week would be spent whipping the Cadets into Marines. It was good that they were getting back to work.

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