The Legion moves to Loch Modan tonight, with the King’s peace under threat a strong showing is required to ensure it can remain.
Good bunch to bash about, and be bashed by. Had a blast fighting these people, very attentive in the detail of their RP. 
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Glad to hear you had fun! Fighting the Horde this week has been a lot of fun, really was good to get the Legion out in force.
Blood and Mud
The ground under foot had turned to a brown soup, plated boots slipped as soldiers writhed in the mud. A late night patrol that had devolved into a vicious close quarters struggle for survival, it was here that Seraphine found herself. A freshly raised Aspirant on her first campaign, fighting against the battle tested warriors of the Horde. Seraphine’s ears ringed as the Sin’dorei sitting on her stomach rained down punch after punch, her helmet denting inwards from the force of the strikes. She was bleeding now, she could feel the warmth of her blood contrasting with the bitter cold of the mud around her. Iron clung to the back of her throat. It was an unlikely ally that saved her that night, a druid of the Legion wrapped in stone and shaped like a mighty ursine. The Sin’dorei warrior was ripped away from Seraphine allowing her to crawl through the mud, the darkness and the rain obscuring her vision. Numb fingers reached for her dented helmet, pulling it free as the rain crashed against her face. Her eyes settled upon the only motionless figure in this field of spinning chaos. .
The commander of the Sin’Serrar stood as a motionless sentinel, watching the battlefield like a hawk searching for its prey. Orders slipped from his lips as he moved his warriors around the chaotic battlefield. This would be her mark, her bubbling rage slowly reaching the surface as she screamed into the night and charged through the thick mud towards Tharandor, the elven commander. With all her might she swung her hammer for his shoulder, the elven commander turning her weapon aside with the practiced ease of hundreds of years of war. He caught her hammer with his other hand, words slipping from his lips like venom. “You look to challenge me…child…You need more then just that, you need power.” Light erupted from the elven commander as holy light washed over the young woman, screams of pain slipping from her lips. Her skin bubbling and burning in places. The pain wracking her body, forcing her to react. Practiced zeal reached to the familiar strength of the light, as she lashed out in return. The elven commander signed but protected by a barrier of arcane and well prepared wards. Smoke floated up from his armor as he watched the soldier of the Legion, vanishing in a shimmer of blue light, only to appear behind her. The point of his blade finding an already damaged plate on her back, the tip piercing through and biting into flesh. More blood drained from the soldier, running down her back as she fell to the ground. Palms crashing into the thick mud as flames erupted around her, burning herself and forcing the elven commander back. .
Struggling to her feet once more, the elven commander’s gaze had slipped elsewhere. Focused on the lives of his men, offering his own light to aid his fallen. Seraphine looked up at the crimson banner of the elven warriors, it was so close now. One last warrior stood between her and her prize. Blistered hands grasped at the hilt of her hammer once more, as she moved to strike her foe. Her hammer crashing into the shield of her foe, leaving splinters in it’s wake. The elf struck back, his blade slashing deep into her arm, blood running down her finger tips. Slammer her shoulder into the warrior she brought enough space to wrap her now useless arm around the pole of the banner. All around her the scenes of chaos continued, her comrades embroiled in a fight that had no escape, both sides so determined to spill blood. It was pure hatred unleashed. Waving the banner she cried out to her brothers and sisters, urging them to fight on! “I have their colours! Die hard Legion! Die hard!” A hard crack slammed into her back, as a troll warrior stepped forward sending the smaller woman scrambling down the hill. The banner wrapped around herself, mud clinging to the cloth as she held on with all her might. Lightning crashed all around the warriors, and the Horde began to slowly withdraw. The elementals themselves enraged by the carnage of the warring factions. Seraphine managed to find her way behind the slowly reforming line of her comrades, safe at last with the flag still held in her numb fingers. The Legion unwilling to give ground now stood, shields locking together, waiting for the field to clear. Seraphine, her face covered in mud, blood dripping from her body leaned on the banner. Struggling to stay on her feet as she watched the battle come to a close, adrenaline alone kept her upright. A grin slowly found her lips, she had done it.
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The Legion deploys on an escort mission to the North, as we begin our next campaign. Recruitment will be closed until our return!
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Pressure and Pain
The canisters she had warned the Commander about, how did they get there? Had they moved them? Either way they were in front of her now and she didn’t have time to react, didn’t have time to move or even yell, had she missed them loading the canisters? Did they do that when the other of their kind killed the sin’dorei? She didn’t know… but the canisters were used at last. A crack of an explosion pulled her attention but it was followed by a strange sensation to her chest, it was like pressure and pain melded into one, like the strike of lighting as it ripped through a tree or broke open a rock.
The impact caused the stone of her ursine form to ripple and then shatter, the pressure… or was it pain? Whatever it was, it forced her into her elven form but in a manner that was not natural, not normal, no… this felt as if the protection and safety of her ursine form, the stone hide that protected her and others was being forcefully ripped from her body in that single shot. Her mind recoiled from the sensation, focusing only upon her orders. Protect the Horde priest… had she succeeded in that? One of the Blood Knights had fallen, but was the priest still alive? Yet that sensation, that feeling of her stone hide being ripped unceremoniously from her caused her mind to go into shock and everything around her played in slow motion.
As she was pulled from her ursine form she was flung backwards by the impact, hitting the mud with a splosh, she heard Jaren shout her name and felt warmth. It spread across her chest and at first she thought she had been healed, that the Light had been used to remove whatever damage the canister had caused, the damage which had forcefully removed her from her form. However, as her mind was being swallowed by the darkness, she realised that the warmth was not the Light. No. It was her own blood and fear consumed her as she slipped into unconsciousness.
The fear that clung to her was not fear of the Seventh Legion failing, nor was it really a fear of her own death as she would gladly lay her life on the line for the Cohort, it was instead a fear of missed moments. They claim that your life flashes before your eyes when you are close to the end, for Lillitu however… It was like slowly walking through memories, as they came into view and became more vibrant before dulling once more to be replaced by another image. The first was a hug from her siblings when she gained the Blades upon her face, too early to be for her coming of age but given as a display of her service in protecting fellow Kaldorei from Satyr attacks… The relief of finding her brother within Teldrassil as it was engulfed in flames and she had flown with such speed to get to the tree and save her people, save her kin with the aid of Brigante and the Sun Hawks… The unexpected touch of a once unrequited love and how their bodies united and her heart had fluttered with such delight to know that she was desired as much as she craved them…
Would she never feel the touch of a loved one again? She felt herself mourning the moments more than the possibility that this was her demise as the warmth across her chest became warmer. Suddenly there was a strange tugging sensation, as if this warmth was Light and the Light was luring her into its embrace. Yet… it was not the Light that would signal and end, no, it was the Light which welcomed you home, bringing you back to them. Away from the Darkness. It lured her away from the memories that she had been meandering through, allowing her to fight the darkness as she gasped and sat up right, her face narrowly colliding with Knotely’s helm.
Knotely and Jaren were kneeling before her, they had combined their energy and brought her out of the darkness, she felt an ache across her chest and ran her hand across the tattered leather, her gaze shifting between the two paladins as they spoke, the dampness of cold wet mud clung to her back and her leathers as she stared at her bloody hand. How much damage had been caused? Did it matter now? Orders. Speaking finally, Lillitu asked if the priest was alive. Apparently they both were. This was good, she had completed her objective. Knotely aided her to her feet once more and although she swayed from her blood loss she kept her balance enough to remain on her feet.
Gaze drifting over the scene before her, she noticed that the ‘Tauren’ that had attacked her were not like Horde Tauren, just as Knotley explained what was happening. These were Yaungol, the yak-like ancestors of the Tauren who were found in Pandaria, that was what had hit her…The Pandaren were known for their cannon, both hand held and wheel bound as her hand travelled across her chest once more, she could feel the bruise forming, the blood that had been spilt, drying. They moved to the camp and Knotely aided her to sit upon a log to rest by the fire as Lillitu’s attention was drawn once more to her blood stained hand, then pulled back into the memories she had found herself drawn to… lost to her thoughts for some time.
As the camp began to settle, she moved at last. The bruising to her chest was forcing her to take more regular, shallow breaths and she knew that she would need to remove her armour in order to even attempt to aid in the healing of her battered flesh. For while the wounds themselves had been sealed and were still tender, the bruising was fierce and painful. Rising, she moved to one of the tents, a smaller one but one she hoped she would find peace within, as she sat upon the rolled out sleeping mat she tried and failed to pull the leathers off over her head, a shockwave of pure pain to ricochet through her body and had her doubled over gasping for breath. She found herself chasing her next breath and hyperventilation began as she fought hard to just breathe.
Her vision was fading and as she thought she knew what was going to come next a hand found her shoulder, then a set of eyes came into view. “Larkspur. Look at me.” The voice was calm and quiet, yet commanding. Their gaze met and she watched them as they slowly breathed in a very deliberate way, getting her to copy their moves, their breath “Breathe with me…” Slowly she began to calm once more as she copied their breathing. After a while her vision was no longer blurring, she was able to breathe and she met their eyes with a soft smile. “Thank you…” she muttered softly. “What were you attempting to achieve?” Their response caught her by surprise for a moment, her ears drooped and she smiled in a rather sheepish manner. “To get out of my armour but… The blood has dried and the bruising is… bad…”
A small blade was pulled free of their webbing and slowly cut up the front of her uniform, freeing her from the confines of the leather. However, they kept the pressure and only slowly allowed the leathers to retreat, in order to allow her chest to expand fully as the restriction was released but to prevent shock from hitting her once more. The bruising was a deep dark purple, almost black in places as it spread across her sternum, it covered the fresh scars from the wounds but the dried blood stained her skin as well. With care, clean gauze and water from a water skin was used to gently clean her skin of the dried blood before those eyes looked back up to hers. “What do you need to do now?” they asked.
As Lillitu tried to move they stopped her, resting a hand on her shoulder, “Let me help you.” her eyes flicked between theirs and she frowned slightly before reluctantly nodding and agreeing. “There are salves in my medical bag, one aids in calming bruises, if I–… you managed to apply it and then carefully wrap my chest, it would aid in the healing process.” With a firm nod they moved, pulling her medical bag closer and opening it up, pulling pot after pot out of the bag as they read the labels and returned them to their spots. A strained chuckle escaped her lips before she gestured at the bag. “Third from the back, second row, pale blue salve.” looking at her, they paused and then looked back to the bag, pulling the salve pot free and rotating it within their hands, reading the label and nodding. “I realise it would have been easier to just ask where it was sooner…” they turned to smile at her as she grinned back.
Careful application of the salve began, each section done with such care, in order to not cause further discomfort to Lillitu. When the salve had been applied a layer of gauze was added, followed by the wrapping of bandages to keep it all together and aid in the healing. “Better?” they asked with a slight smile. Lillitu nodded, “Much. Thank you.” They nodded firmly and picked up the remains of her leather chest piece. “Ackerman will outfit you in more leather when you are able to wear it.” and with that, they were gone again. A slight smile pulled at her lips as Lillitu lay down slowly and carefully, making herself comfortable, and in a position that wouldn’t hurt her chest, so that she could sleep.
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The scope of the Legion’s campaign has grown. And what seemed like a simple escort mission now turns into a full scale conflict.
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The campaign in Pandaria reaches it’s conclusion this week!
The Legions operation into Pandaria marches to a close in Kun-Lai. The threat will be stopped and the Alliances enemies shall find no respite within the snowy grasp of the mountains.
And with that our campaign comes to an end, the Legion once again makes to return to Stormwind to rest and regroup. The Aspirant Trials await and recruitment will open once again for a short window.
Keep an eye on our thread in the coming weeks as we prepare for the War Within! We’ll also be updating our thread as the text at the top is still from BFA and certainly needs a new breath of life.
At the given moment our Commander is not viable to whispers up till the 31st of August, so feel free to throw a /w if interested in joining whilist recruitment is open either to me or to one of our members!
We are still very active!
I have returned from LARPing!
The Legion now deploys to Northrend to complete our Aspirant Trials.
With the War Within just on the horizon we’re finishing up our last campaign before the expansion hits! Looking forward to what the expansion brings for us.
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Being back within the city is a little boring compared to our usual stuff, but will be very interesting to see where we end up after the initial leveling craziness of war within 
Ninth Battalion you say.
We sure had a good time back then.
- Captain Fangro Tiller.
The Legion prepares to move to muster for the upcoming campaign on the Isle of Dorn, we will be deployed for a couple months at least. Recruitment will be available in the field!
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The Legion continues it’s campaign in the Isle of Dorn even bumping the Horde! Relations hold firm as the joint taskforce focus on working with their earthern allies.
The Legion has arrived into Hallowfall, fighting alongside the Arathi we now test if the combined task force will endure the Nerubian assault.
We have successfully rescued one of our Legionairies, onto the next adventure!
Is that CCR I hear?