[A-RP] The Seventh Legion - Sixth Cohort

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We are the nameless, faceless, sons and daughters of the Alliance. By the Light and by the might of the Alliance, the first strike belongs to us and the last strike is all that our enemies see. We are 7th Legion

The Sixth Cohort of the Seventh Legion

The Legion was born out of the men and women who accompanied Jaina Proudmoore to Kalimdor following the near-total destruction of Lordaeron by the former Prince Arthas Menethil at the behest of his master, the Lich King.

Lordaeron became a howling wilderness of corpses and demons. Many of the survivors fled south, but others went west with Lady Proudmoore and her loyal followers from Kul Tiras, as well as others such as the Gilnean Brigade. These disparate Human and Dwarven forces united under Lady Proudmoore and served with distinction on the slopes of Mount Hyjal, taking the first and heaviest brunt of the fighting against the demons and undead forces of Archimonde the Defiler.

With the resumption of contact between Theramore and Stormwind came a new Alliance, as the Dwarves, Gnomes and Humans of the Eastern Kingdoms allied with the mysterious Night Elves and Humans of Theramore. Together, these allies made formal what was already fact, and each supplied women and men to the front line fighting force of their combined armies. The High Elves who had travelled with Jaina to Theramore also contributed more than their share of battle mages to the 7th, giving it unparalleled flexibility as it could draw from each race’s strengths to fill its ranks.

In more recent days the Legion has found itself on the front line of almost every war the Alliance has taken part in, using it’s combined skills to overcome the most daring of obstacles, often serving alone or ahead of other Alliance forces.

What can you expect from us?

We will offer our members the opportunity to take part in an active military based roleplay guild! Taking a focus on RP-PvP as well as our own PVE campaigns, we shall offer our members the ability to develop and expand their characters as the guild grows. If you specialise in a certain roll we will seek to expand on that, for example if someone is amazing at making weapons we will make sure that becomes an important asset for the Legion.

What we’re looking for from our members

We’ll be aiming to recruit members who are as excited as we are at playing out a military type system! Be that working together to hold the front line against Horde forces or negotiating with locals to get access to information. We want to cover a whole spectrum of skill sets!

While it is not required for our members to be grizzly old veterans, we do ask that all characters seeking to join the Legion are prepared for transition from civilian to a military life style.

Ranking within the Legion

Commander: The highest rank within our cohort of the Legion, currently held by a Quel’dorei by the name of Theon Morningstar. The Commander is in charge of the overall organisation and leadership of the cohort.

Lieutenant: The second in command of the cohort, the Lieutenant is capable of organizing and managing the legion in the stead of the captain! He/she will assist in the preparation of plans and political meetings.

Sergeant: The key role of the Sergeant is discipline, while the Legion are supposed to be the elite, no force is without need for discipline. The sergeant enforces the will of his superiors and makes sure that rest of the cohort keep the high standards of the legion, anywhere from monitoring the quality of uniforms and drill to dealing with deserters.

Corporal: Working directly under the sergeant, corporals are tasked with assisting the sergeant with enforcing discipline. However they are also some of the most experienced soldiers within the legion, and so can be used as anchors for the rest of the unit to form around!

Champion: A somewhat unique rank, champion is given to one individual at the start of each campaign! The role lasts for the period of the campaign. The champion will step up in any case that Legion is called to single combat, be that an honour duel or to deal with an enemy leader. Mostly however this roll is an honour, and anyone may be selected for it, from legionary to Lieutenant.

Legionary: The most common among the ranks of a cohort the legionary is the bread and butter of the Legion. Be it slinging spells or holding the front line, legionnaires are diverse and capable. To obtain the rank of legionary is to be a full fledged member of the legion, a member of the family.

Aspirant: Everyone has to start somewhere, be it transferring to legion or joining as a fresh recruit everyone will start life as an aspirant. They’ll be under the scrutiny of the sergeant, having to prove to him that they’re both mentally and physically fit enough to join the Legion. Once they have proved themselves they will swear their oath to the Legion and to the Alliance.

What does being “Elite” mean?

The 7th Legion without a doubt is an elite force, and that means that they are picked for the most dangerous missions and secret operations. However it is important to remember that you are still roleplaying a mortal, your character will grow tired, homesick, wounded perhaps even loose the will to fight. The type of ‘elite’ we’re looking for isn’t always going to be the best fighters, it’s the correct mindset that is important to us, so if you’re looking for a place to roleplay a god among men I suggest you look elsewhere.

Contact information:
In game: Théón
Discord: Kammin#8294

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Good guild. Would join again. Needs more zombie dragons.

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Recruitment will be open once again on the 19th of November until the 25th of November. Any potential recruits should contact me in-game or on this thread!

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Recruitment will be closed at 12pm tonight! Thank you to all applicants!

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The Seventh return from the Ogrepowered campaign and have a week respite before redeploying once more!

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The Seventh Legion are now knee deep in snow! Hunting for the lost ones.

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The Seventh have now opened up recruitment once more for the upcoming RP-PvP campaigns! Recruitment will remain open until the 5th, three applicants will be accepted.

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The Seventh Legion have already deployed and secured the landing for the rest of the Alliance forces to the cold lands of the North. Howling Fjord will not fall to Horde hands.

The first strike belongs to us and the last strike is all that our enemies see!

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I am being bullied for my new eyes
 Though I am given many opportunities in the 7th to take out my aggression on the Horde.

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Argh! It’s bug eyes!

(seriously
 watch them blink it’s creepy
)

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The Seventh are preparing for our new campaign in Zandalar! With the siege drawing closer preparations must be made.

Also a great campaign in Howling Fjord, thank you to those who attended.

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Recruitment will be open once more until the 20/01/2019. If you’re interested in joining our ranks before we deploy to Zandalar contact us in game!

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Morning flight training during shore leave

The frost crunched under Kel’shara’s feet as he crossed the large meadow just outside of Raiyen’s estate he’d been lucky enough to find himself welcomed. The leather straps and metal rings of his harness jingled, taking a deep breath Kel could smell fresh bread being prepared in the city bellow. The morning was still young and many of the citizens of Stormwind had yet to arise from their beds. The cold of the winter morning licked against his skin, but the excitement of the training to come numbed any discomfort the winter could bring.

Pulling on his harness one leg at a time, Kel took his time to correct each strap around his legs, chest and waist. They had to be secure, afterall they were his lifeline in the air. One loose clip would spell his death, that was what he loved about flying. Why he had to keep on flying. Clips in place, he’d run his fingers through his hair as he looked skyward. He was ready.

A sharp whistle echoed through the valley, birds and deer closeby taking flight. Kel raised his arm, his forearm outstretched as if ready to catch a falcon, his back straight. A stance practiced a hundred times over, for almost a hundred years.

The beating of wings soon begun to fill the meadow. Descending from the clouds Felo’sin looked Alien to any onlookers, his brilliant yellow and pink scales glistening in the morning sun. Kel’s thin lips forced into a smile upon seeing his old friend, she remained a reminder of what he was. Of where he came from, and even now that he served under a different flag he remained a son of Quel’thalas.

Snatching up a magpie Felo’sin landed before Kel’shara, it’s neck craning upwards as he swallowed the bird whole. Kel’s fingers danced over the large Dragonhawks’ belly. “We shall take wing again this morning, you hear? The Zandalari have huge creatures that live in their skys and you and me must be as one when we face them.”

The dragonhawk chirped in response, or perhaps in joy as it devoured the small bird whole. A flicker of shadow and Kel would find himself perched on the Dragonhawks’ back. Saddle already in place, Kel begun to hook himself onto the Dragonhawk. Laying flat on the creatures back rather then sitting. The saddle carefully crafted for Kel’s style of fighting, by laying flat he would remain low, steering the dragonhawk by leaning his body. He would be a smaller target, but have less vision in turn. This style rellied on his Dragonhawk.

Clipped in and in position, Kel took one last glance over his equipment making sure that everything was perfect. Content, he’d pull up his mask and don his goggles. “Lets go!” he’d yell out, causing the dragonhawk to take wing. A rush of air rushed over Kel, his loose clothing blowing in the wind. A creak in his harness confirmed he was in place, and not going anywhere.

The climb was fast, Kel drove his mount upwards pushing for the clouds. Restless to be among them once more, he knew he couldn’t explain it to anyone who had never flown before. The beauty and privilege of being among the clouds, a sight few would ever see. Kel would often linger here during his morning training sessions, his place of solitude to reflect on the war he was being asked to fight in. His mind drifted often to Silvermoon.

He thought of returning from the trolls wars, before everything had gone wrong for Quel’thalas. The throngs of people gathered to welcome him and his comrades home after they had fought to protect their people. Flowers would litter the streets and the heroes would be brought drinks until the sun had risen the next morning. A thin smile rested on his lips as he recalled those times
However the whispers in his head forced forward a more recent story.

A recent campaign in Northrend, returning home to Stormwind was nothing like returning to Silvermoon. The people of the city had grown used to soldiers coming home, no parade awaited them. Not cheering civilians. In fact, the opposite. Spit and abuse had awaited Kel when he returned to the city. The few humans brave enough to voice their disgust at the presence of the Ren’dorei would always linger, waiting for the opportunity to lash out.- Kel’s thoughts were interrupted.

His body had begun to ripple with void energy his emotions feeding the void inside of him, causing Felo’sin to hiss in fear. Closing his eyes he tried desperately to retake control, losing control of himself or his Dragonhawk would be dangerous this close to the city. Several moments passed before he’d yell out a command to his Dragonhawk. “All warmed up, girl? Then lets get down, time to teach the rookie.”

Felo’sin spun in the air, hurtling downwards to the meadow bellow, Kel’shara and Felo’sin were both normally subtle in their approach. But when it came to flying they couldn’t help but show off. Spotting his training partner on the ground, Kel flew towards him. Slowing with a loud flap as he got to close, stopping just above his target. A cocky smile on his lips Kel would yell down to the other Ren’dorei.
“Get your harness sorted! I’ll check it over in a second, lets hope the gryphon is used to void or we’re going to have some real trouble.”

The other Ren’dorei went about pulling on his harness on, his gangly legs struggling with the equipment. Kel’shara smirking at the scene, he knew that he would never be able to return home, not now. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t make himself a new one. The Legion was his home and his comrades his family.

“Hurry up you idiot.”

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They have slowly gotten used to my new look. This is good. Soon I will execute my masters plan. Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn!

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Argh! Bug eyes!

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Even I’m is out here, screaming at Aspirants again.

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Good to have you back in an NCO position. Going to be just like Mount and Blade again.

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Reminder that recruitment will be closing shortly! Anyone still interested you have until the 20/01/19.

Welcome to our new recruits.

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Recruitment is now closed, to Zandalar we go!

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The drop into madness.

The engine hummed as Kel’shara was stirred awake, the airship was still sailing through the air above the ocean, and the bowls of the ship remained in low light. It had been a cramped night, soldiers from over three regiments had been crammed onto to the airship, and the soldiers of the Seventh had struggled to fight for a space to sleep. Kel was lucky, Raiyen had secured them a good spot right by the engine sparing the pair from the cold of the large hangar.

It was still dark outside, morning had to be close but for now the ship remained in a strange twilight state, all around him a sea of blue cloaks represented a comrade, a brother in arms. Hundreds of them were ready to drop into the jungle below. Rumors had begun to spread through the soldiers that evening, seventy-percent casualty rates had been estimated. Looking through the mass of sleeping soldiers Kel couldn’t help but think about that number, how many of his friends were about to die? What if it was someone he knew.

Sitting up Kel’shara ran his fingers through his hair, his silhouette outlined by the flames powering the powerful engine behind him. The heat of the engine washed over the Ren’dorei, he was still cold, the void kept him that way most of the time. Something he had never grown used to. Glancing to his right Raiyen was still fast asleep, causing the young Ren’dorei to frown once more.

“You’d better not die tomorrow you idiot
your pa’ would have my head if I let you die.”

Kel’shara spoke in little more then a whisper, rubbing his bare shoulder as he muttered to himself. He knew in the morning they’d both be hard pressed. Two Dragonhawks against whatever Zandalari fliers were in the region, a hopeless task. He had been assured that all he needed to do was buy the paratroops time to reach the ground, three minutes was the estimate. Kel had dreamed about those three minutes, about the claws ripping him from his mount, about him falling down into the swamp below. About having to watch Raiyen be taken by the Zandalari. Void flickered across his body as the panic took control of his mind.

He needed to focus, he had to do -something- he couldn’t just lay there. Peeling himself free from his bunk, he reached for his clothes pulling them on silently as he peered around the room. Slowly he’d creep through the mass of sleeping soldiers, moving towards the deck of the ship. He was light footed, he always had been creeping through the shadows was easy for his kind. Reaching the surface he caught his first glimpse of Zandalar, a red sun slowly crept from behind the isle. The first streaks of light dancing across the deck of the ship.

He was breathless, the island was beautiful. Nothing like the forests of Eversong, but it had it’s own exotic charm. Curious as always he watched as the airship slowly carried the army closer, all around him the other airships had fallen into formation. Preparing for their attack run. The calm before the storm, the world seemed to take a deep breath.

The alarm sounded, and everything sprung to life! Soldiers rushed pulling on armor, the hammering of feet against the wooden decks of the ship. Metal falling as ammo and supplies were stuffed into backpacks. Corporals yelled out orders to their soldiers. Beast and man alike groaned as they pulled together to make ready for war. Kel’shara dashed through the rush, his small frame causing him to be pushed from side to side as he rushed for the hangar. Felo’sin screeched out the chaos of the incoming battle driving the Dragonhawk into a frenzy.

“Shhh
Shhh, we’ll be out soon. Just a little longer buddy.”

Kel’shara pulled on his harness, six rings of leather for each leg, straps moving around his waist and up to his chest. Each section would connect him to his mount, giving him enough control to steer the beast in the sky. On his hip a large pistol hung alongside a pair of daggers. The royal blue of the Alliance covering his body as he pulled himself into his saddle. To his right Raiyen was already mounted, doing his best to calm Amateratsu. The old dragonhawk pulling against it’s amature rider.

“Two minutes!”

The call had gone out and Kel’s heart sank, a mixture of fear and excitement washing over him. He felt light, as if he was floating. Attaching himself to the saddle his fingers shaked and struggled with the latches. Felo’sin belched out a gout of flame, nearly scourching some nearby soldiers, sensing his master’s fear Felo’sin was starting to panic.

“One minute!”
The doors on the bottom of the airship slid open, air rushed up into the belly of the ship causing Kel’shara’s hair to blow around, the small curls of his hair tossing in the wind his eyes grew wide. Below the brown jungles were covered in a thick layer of mist, it would be hard for the foe to see the Alliance coming. Good news at last! A large smile spread across Kel’s lips as he looked to Raiyen, he’d raise his right hand to show the braclet on his wrist. Raiyen returned the motion.

“Stick with me, alright? We’ve got this!”

Kel’shara yelled out to his wing-man, flashing that confident grin as the adrenaline kicked in. His mask was pulled up and goggles pulled down, his face covered from the winds as he became yet another faceless warrior in the Legion. His eyes turned to the light above the opening bay, the red bulb flashing as soon as it turned green he would drop. The last few seconds stretched on. Green light! Kel spurred his mount forward spinning towards the misty earth below, all around him soldiers rushed for the same exit. The sound of cloth rippling around him as hundreds of parachutes opened up! A surreal moment as hundreds of soldiers fell towards the earth, armor glinting in the morning sun.

“All clear so far.”

Came Raiyen’s voice over the comm, Kel didn’t respond glancing around to confirm it. It was oddly clear, nothing was visible below as the soldiers fell slowly to the earth, three minutes was all they needed. Something moved. One black shape in the mist below, a single pteradon skirted through the mist. Kel’s eyes followed it, the beast let out a scream as it spotted the soldiers. More shapes appeared in the mist, hundreds of shapes. Out of the mist pored a swarm of Pteradons, ready to feast on the falling soldiers the Alliance had just dropped on their heads. Kel fumbled for his comm device as Felo’sin let out a roar in challenge to the attackers.

“S-sir! Multiple contacts! Multiple contacts! Moving to engage!”

The air war for Nazmir had begun. The siege of Zandalar!

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