Taking Shadowfang
Sneaking in was the easy part. The duo used their grapples and made their way almost silently on top of the Shadowfang Keep outer walls. The Forsaken that milled around seemed to be rather bored of their role as Keep protectors, only a dozen or so were there, but it was a token force, that was why they had rigged the main gate and entrance into Shadowfang.
The duo made their way into the gate house, with a grin they nodded to one another and carefully created a Rift within the stairwell of the gate house on the left side as it seemed to be less used, the Rift would lead back to the Seventh Legion camp to the south. Very carefully they began to ease away each barrel of explosive, with delicate precision they made their way through the Rift and placed them at the rear of the camp, closer to the Gilnean wall but away from direct firing line if the Horde noticed them.
They had moved seven of the twenty barrels when they ran into trouble, as the pair of Ren’dorei made their way back into the Keep, they paused and entered the shadows, just in time. A Forsaken guard came to the main gate, but oddly he seemed to be in a daze, walking past the barrels and up the stairs on the right, luckily he was a creature of habit, he was grumbling something about the Alliance in gutterspeak, only a couple of words were distinguishable to the Legionaries.
Carefully, they took it in turns to start moving a few more barrels, just as Legionary Dawnsong had picked up another barrel and was headed towards the Rift, the Forsaken returned, Legionary Valadian acted with such speed it was nothing but a blur and strangled gurgling. Slitting the throat of the Forsaken before he even managed to raise the alarm. Unfortunately they would have to act faster now.
Swiftly but carefully they transported the rest of the barrels, before tossing the Forsaken’s body through the Rift as well. A yelp came from someone at the camp as the body landed with a thud at their feet the duo stepping through and closing the Rift behind them. Moving to the Commander they stood proud before him before saluting.
“Valadian, Dawnsong…. Why is there a Forsaken body in my camp?”
“Apologies Commander, we will dispose of it, it was part of a small problem that arose…”
“Sir, the Gate is now clear, all explosives are in the Camp where you wanted them.”
The pair of Ren’dorei glanced at each other before looking at their Commander, practically as one they stated the same thing;
“They will notice their mate has gone soon, Sir.”
“Indeed they will…”
The Commander turned on his heel and moved to the centre of the camp, his gaze shifting to those around him, somewhere making cups of tea, others were watching the marshes. With a thin grin the Commander shifted, his voice enhanced by the magic upon his mask as he spoke, it was loud but not as loud as it was on the front, his words only echoed around their camp;
“Legion! Form up. We move to take Shadowfang Keep.”