It’s always odd being back in Stormwind after a month long campaign. Looking forward to part 2 Dureas.
The Nazmir’s Butcher
As the sun’s few rays reached down through the thick jungles of Nazmir, the few grunts deployed here as a living barricade on the road were enjoying their time, chatting about nonsense.
Serving in the Horde military is enough as it is, even more so when deployed on a swamp which is filled to the brim with violent blood troll tribes who do terrific things to any who should become their prisoners and even so the fate of the blood trolls themselves in a tribe may be rather questionable, many of their males being nothing but food for the matriarchs.
As the Horde men were standing on the road, one of the orcs felt something in the proximity of him… He took a look around quickly as the rest of his brothers in arms bursted laughing because of another impressively bad joke one of them told. However, nothing was to be seen… nothing was there besides the swirling noises of the wind in the grey troll ruins.
The ord laughed at himself being silly and getting scared over nothing… it is then that he hears something small nearby roll. He sighed and pretended not to hear, attempting to get back into the conversation with his fellow grunts… then someone began digging something. He was doing his best to pretend it was all okay…
But the next moment a loud screech could be heard across the vale, produced by something almost otherworldly…
“THE ALLIANCE IS HERE!” yelled one of the Banshee Queen’s loyal servants from afar with that screech.
Before the orc could realize anything, a loud shot sounded from behind his back. The laughs of his friends have stopped. All of them turned towards the shooter. The one who was here was a man with an eyepatch on his right eye, pointing a flintlock at the group. Instinctively, the Horde men rushed forward towards the human scum who dared to assault them…
It is then that the world disappeared. The grunt was somewhere. He couldn’t hear any of his buddies’ laughs. He couldn’t feel the pain. He struggled to get onto his feet as the dust and dirt around him was slowly settling down…
It is then that a lonely figure showed through the dust… that man with the eyepatch. He immediately put a knife to the orc’s throat while cackling maniacally, something eerie and inhuman about his voice. Not only that, but all of the other Horde soldiers in their squad were not returning… they’ve all died.
“…I’m a man of honor, I hate killing people like you who have no idea what they are doing. So do me a favor and answer… are there any other Horde camps in the area?” the human asked.
“N-no, this is the only one!”
The mysterious asssailant proceeded to extend a hand, almost mockingly.
“Need some help?”
The orc didn’t accept it and just lied there on the stones of the road.
“Drink. Now,” said the man in 7th Legion armors and offered a single vial to the orc. The green skin didn’t dare not obey and simply put it to his lips and drank to the fullest.
“Good… good. Do me a favor now, darling… I want you to tell every single idiot in the Horde about me! Crowton the Judge forgives not!”
Scrambling, the orc ran away as quick as possible to Zuldazar… since then tale of the single terrible cunning rogue became somewhat of a folk legend against the grunts…
Crowton finally felt content with his achievement of singlehandedly trapping seven Horde men to their defeat and walked away, returning to the rest of the group, engaged with an undead berserker, a bloody credo left behind him.
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Flying Break
The morning air was cold and harsh upon his freshly awoken body, stepping outside he sighed as the peace of where he lived hit him, glancing down over Stormwind, he remembered why he loved this city, as a Quel’dorei he had always found it peaceful and calm to sit in the meadow above and watch the hustle and bustle below, now as a Ren’dorei it was not that much different… his thoughts were interrupted by the swoosh of wings above, as Felo’sin descended from the clouds. Raiyen glanced up and spotted Kel’shara on the back of the Dragonhawk and his smile grew. Suddenly he remembered why he was outside on this brisk winter morning this early and his attention moved to the harness in his hands.
At 6ft 6, he struggled to get into the harness, it was a series of straps, buckles and clips aimed to hold him safely to the custom made saddle upon Felo’sin, it allows for the rider to fly in a lying down position, different from many Dragonhawk riders but it was the only way Raiyen had been taught, it was the way Kel’shara had taught him. Cursing a little the taller elf fell over as he tried to get the harness on before he simply stayed on the floor and pulled it on there. As Kel unclipped his own harness watching Raiyen with a sigh, sliding free of Felo’sin’s saddle.
“You idiot…”
“Eh…. I’m still learning! Piss off.”
They grin at one another as Raiyen gets himself back to his feet, his leather armour now glistening with dew from the grass beneath his feet. Stepping forward Kel comes up to his chest, standing at 5ft 7 he aims to inspect Raiyen’s harness but the taller elf sighs.
“They are fine! Lets go!”
Not waiting for the response, Raiyen climbed into the saddle, clipping his harness into place as Kel muttered something under his breath and climbed on behind him, clipping his own harness into the ‘passenger’ position. They were off! Soaring through the clouds and practicing dives, dodges and such as the sun rose. After a few hours of this, Raiyen urged Felo’sin through the clouds, heading higher, both of the Ren’dorei were soaked by the moisture within the cloud before breaking free above it.
The breathtaking view never ceased to amaze Raiyen, he knew and loved this peace, the calm of being above the clouds, watching them flow and move below you like an ocean with the pure blue of the sky above. It was unlike anything else, however the calm was short lived as the new prey of Felo’sin flew past the Dragonhawk. Causing the beast to free fall after it, they tumbled through the clouds and out the other side, the flash of blue along the black and white feathers caused Felo’sin to snap suddenly towards his right. Both of the Ren’dorei were ejected from their seat, being held onto the Dragonhawk via their harnesses, luckily the clips held, Raiyen aimed to grab at the reins with his left hand just as Felo’sin spun again, snatching the magpie from the air at the same second Raiyen unleashed a yell of pain.
His harness failed him, because it had not been strapped on properly by himself, resulting in the strap to shift up his arm and cause the then exposed wrist to snap, bone splintering through skin. Kel took charge and managed to get Felo’sin back to the ground. Panic welling up in him caused the Void energies to shiver across his skin, he carefully aided Raiyen to the ground and then towards the barracks. A shaman intercepted the pair and muttered something in her own tongue before ushering them inside. With very few words to them she used her water like healing to soothe the skin as she forced the bone back to its natural position.
“Now, I shall wrap it in zis… “
Her accent was thick, even for a Draenei, her attire was that of a sailor as the pair sat in silence watching her. Raiyen shifted and glanced to Kel who simply shrugged. Before the nodded at the Draenei allowing her to do as she pleased to aid his wound. Carefully she wrapped from elbow to palm in bandages before slathering on a thick paste that smelt of mud, with a few mutterings which must have been a spell, the paste hardened to a very solid state.
“Zis vill protect arm from damage whilst it iz mending. DO NOT remove it.”
Her gaze traveled over their attire, rising to leave the barracks she spoke before exiting.
“Given your… role, I doubt you vill keep it on for as long as you should. Hovever, if you kan keep it on for at least veek it vill aid. I have imbued it vith my version of healing so it should speed up process at least.”
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Last day of recruitment tomorrow! Congratulations to those who made it through the interview process, we look forward to adventuring with you!
On Saturday the Seventh Legion will deploy to Zandalar once more, time to finish the fight.
The Legion has made landfall! The city is being put to the torch, and the Seventh stand at the forefront of the battle, casualties have already begun coming in. But the lads are in good spirits.
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The Old Guard
The warped and twisted faces of an entire generation stared down at Theon from the steps of the mighty pyramid, their eyes empty and glowing a sickly ocean green. The siege of Dazar’alor was well underway. Hundreds of Zandalari soldiers had already fallen before the might of the Alliance, the Vanguard was rumored to have already pushed into the vaults of the ancient Kingdom. But as Theon stared up at the mountain sized pyramid, a deep frown set in on his pale lips. His objective had been to hold open a passage to the vanguard, something that was now impossible with this new wave of risen trolls.
The day had been long, several of the Sixth Cohort had been struck down during their burst onto docks of Dazar’alor. And as Theon looked around at his exhausted men he knew that even they would not be able to push on for much longer, and yet even after the hellish day, each soldier looked to him, awaiting their next orders. He nodded to himself, of course they wanted to keep going. Turning to his Lieutenant, he relayed his orders to the Legion.
“We move back down to the docks, set up a forward operation base just below that alcove, it should allow the men to get some rest- even under this damned artillery fire.”
“By your will, Commander.”
The response came quickly and without question, Lieutenant Walgrim was a seasoned warrior by this point. And even covered in blood he carried an air of authority about him as he moved among the men, relaying the order to withdraw. Each soldier in the Legion slowly begun to move back, Theon watched making sure to be the last to move back. The Legion had been lucky when they attacked in truth, the Horde had been caught unaware by the vanguard, and as such much of the markets goods remained. The Legion would be eating much more than their standard rations tonight, as huge hunks of meat had been left behind by terrified merchants fleeing the city.
An hour or so passed as the Legion scavenged goods and fortified the FOB. The constant boom of artillery had already begun to become the normal to the soldiers, and Theon as always was amazed by his own men. They had just been through some of the most bloody fighting since Lordaeron, many of them had been wounded. And yet, as he watched them they still joked and smiled around the grills now turned into heaters. This was the Legion spirit he thought to himself, the ability to even under the most dire of situations to continue to laugh and joke. However, it wasn’t long before more bad news arose, Sergeant Dureas had arrived. A grizzled looking sergeant, formal as ever.
“The scouts have reported back in, Sir. They have found no route around the newly risen Zandalari. It seems that we’ll be forced to take the bottleneck.”
Theon nodded to Dureas, his emotions kept in check as always in front of the men.
“Very well, in that case we’ll attack in the morning. We’ll take the whole cohort up, two companies same as today.- Actually, I’ll take a look myself. We must be missing something.”
As Theon began to strap on his plate armour it did not go unnoticed in the camp. Plate armour was a sign of a difficult battle, the Commander hated wearing it, but in such a battle he could not risk to wear anything lighter. Just as Theon was about to step out of the camp, Lieutenants Neresa and Walgrim alongside Sergeant Dureas intercepted him. Each offered to accompany the Commander.
And so the four set off up the steps of Dazar’alor once more, they had to find someway around these undead. The Legion would be far too exhausted after pushing through them to be effective when they reached the top, Theon had to find another route. His trail of thought was broken, as all around the four soldiers arrows begun to scatter across the stone floors. Rubble was thrown into the air causing dark plooms of silt to fill the skies once more. However the four soldiers pressed onwards, refusing to even flinch before the Zandalari. Walgrim muttered something lowly, Theon only just catching it.
“No point ducking…It won’t help, and it upsets the men.”
And with a trail of arrows and smoke behind them the four stood once more at the bottom of the great pyramid. The sea of undead watching them in an eerie silence. They never moved lower than the pyramid oddly, and as such the officers were able to stand in throwing distance without disturbing them. Leaning into the plate boots Theon frowned, no obvious route around presented itself. No easy alternative. -CRACK- his line of thought was once again broken as an arrow lodged into one of the undead, Lieutenant Neresa had took it upon herself to test the undead. And in the relative silence the sound of the body rolling down the stairs echoed through the square. The silence carried for a moment before the four officers all begun to laugh. Neresa looking to the Commander, spoke with a thin grin.
“Can we attack them already?”
It was an odd moment. Each of the officers knew damn well that if they attacked alone, eventually they’d be overrun. But regardless each looked to one and other with a weary grin, Theon sighed pulling his visor down, and rolling his shoulders. The plate that covered his body creaked. It was stupidity, anyone watching would have deemed them insane. But Theon had served with these men long before joining the Seventh Legion, and when the four of them were together they well and truly felt invincible.
“Charge.”
Theon’s voice was dry and perhaps didn’t carry quite as well as he’d have liked. But each of the four moved regardless. Slamming into the mass of undead, the quiet of the square had been launched into a chorus of snapping bones and steel. The Zandalari spirits that lead the undead begun to let out an unbearable scream, driving their undead minions onwards!
“The big ones! We aim for them!”
Staying as close to one and other as they could, the four pushed into the ocean of bones aiming to silence the summoners. Theon could feel the fingertips of the undead dragging across his armour, and out of instinct he thrusted his blade upwards again and again into the waterfall of bodies. The four spun and lashed out, leaving dozens of bones shattered in their wake. It was Neresa that silenced the first summoner, her arrow lodged into the singers neck, silencing the ghost once and for all.
However the fighting was starting to take its toll on the Old Guard, they’d need to withdraw. -CRASH- a flash of white slammed into the dead of the Zandalari. And another, then another! The Sixth Cohort had come. Rallying to their commanders, and with that same insane zeal and stupidity that had driven them there. The entire Sixth Cohort begun to hack it’s way through the undead horde.
Helmets, masks and hoods hid their faces as they pushed through the dead. Nameless and faceless they lived up to their reputation, and before long this skirmish had turned into a battle. And the Seventh…they were starting to push up the ridge with growing momentum. Bodies were thrown aside, and crushed under heel. Like a great steam engine the men of the Legion huffed and spluttered up the stairs. Summoner after summoner was cut down, the Zandalari militia above watched in horror as their ancestors were thrown aside.
Before long they stood atop the stairs, below hundreds of dead Zandalari now littered the steps of Dazar’alor. A victory for the Alliance, and more importantly, the Sixth Cohort felt like titans. Standing over the conquered bones of the defenders of the city soon enough they would push through and meet up with the vanguard.
“-This- city shall be humbled! They stand before the unbridled might of the Alliance! Glory to the High King!”
Theon yelled out to his now exhausted soldiers, the attack had been difficult. Hard fought and nearly suicidal. But in the docks below the thousands of Alliance soldiers looking up at the great pyramid would not see an ocean of undead ready to stop them. But instead the golden lion and the soldiers of the sixth silhouetted against the rising sun.
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Always a pleasure to read a story from the Commander, especially when the part that was Neresa made me laugh so hard.
Amazing siege so far! Looking forward to the final parts!
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Magpie
Looking down the large hole now blown into the side of the Temple, the two Ren’dorei glanced at each other and grinned, they had been ordered to sweep the area for traps, ready for the Seventh Legion to descend into a lower chamber, described to them by the Commander for the next day. Corporal Croft intercepted them, making sure they knew no one was allowed within the tunnel system and the area below, allowing them to enter upon hearing their task came from the Commander himself.
As they descended, they had to clamber over the rubble left behind, before arriving in a room with two tunnels either side, there had been a fight here, the side tunnels appeared to have been activated probably by the Vanguard ahead of the Sixth Cohort. They pressed on, the glint of light within the larger chamber caused them to have to wait for their eyes to adjust, Kel’shara smirked at what he saw and looked up at the giant magpie he stood next to.
Raiyen, the giant magpie, was stood gawking at the room, much reminiscent of a child in a candy store, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted yanking his hood down revealing gold paint flecks in his hair and on parts of his skin, he peered around and let out a slight squeak, which caused Kel’shara to smirk a little more.
"By the mighty gods of all that is in this world…"
Raiyen glanced to Kel’shara and then back to the room again.
"Kel…. It’s…. it is better than I dreamed…."
Rolling his eyes at the reaction, Kel’shara bounced down the stairs
"Well, come on then!"
Raiyen descended the stairs as well, slowly and staring at the ceiling, the room ahead and then over the edges of the walk way. Gold, jewels, so many precious things and artefacts lay within what must have been -the- Treasure Room of the Zandalari Empire. Raiyen had ready about it but never in his wildest dreams did he believe he would actually -stand- in it.
"Kel…. There is gold…."
"No really? Where?"
"No…. Kel…. I mean… It’s…. it’s raining from the skies!”
Kel’shara finally lowered his own hood, his cheeks covered in flecks of gold paint as he peered around there was indeed gold raining from the ‘skies’ it was falling into the chamber below and into a central grate laying over a hole in the floor. Kel’shara then looked up at Raiyen before he moved into the room further, carefully he began to do what they were tasked with. He glanced at the still awestruck Raiyen with a grin, as he began to make his way over to where Kel’shara was and aid him, gaze flicking out over to the gold piles every so often before with a gentle sigh he resigned himself to the task set to him by the Commander.
"Well, we’re -supposed- to check for traps…"
“Yeah…. yeah…. I know….”
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A little suprised Raiyen didn’t steal -any- gold to be quite honest, proud of you! xD
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Thanks Commander! 
We are back in Stormwind now!
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We would like to welcome our latest recruits from the twelfth into the Seventh Legion, look forward to serving with you lads!
Recruitment is OPEN for one week. We’re looking for two new aspirants to train alongside our new recruits. Contact any Seventh Legion member in game and they will direct you to a recruiter.
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Day 2, still alive. Not had the snot beaten out of me for being a worthless conscripted criminal… yet.
Enjoying the atmosphere and the strictness of the Seventh! Happy to be here with y’all, folks.
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To my dearest sister Duvain
I am writing again much sooner than I expected my dearest sister, this letter will no doubt find you at the same time as my last as I am sending them together, yes I got into Stormwind to do it and no I have not received a pardon from the king, but lots has changed in the last few days.
We were at our garrison two nights ago when the Major turned up in person along with some of his staff, he informed us all that Captain Gladstone has been killed by persons as yet unknown while leaving Stormwind on this way back to the Garrison. To say I was shocked is an understatement and I still think it has not fully sunk in, I remember his last words to us when he left us telling us he had forgotten something and needed to return to the city and would be back shortly… And now I will never see him again, never be able to put my hand up, wiggle my fingers and ask him questions, never hear his stern deep voice say ‘Yes Duskraven, What is it now’ and never be able to sulk when he tells me no.
I know I had not known him long, but it felt that I had and he had come to remind me of father, he was strict but fair and although he put up that hard stern exterior I think deep down he cared about us all and wanted to see us better ourselves. I said my goodbyes to him later that evening, I took the sock puppet I had made of him, told It I was sorry I had failed him for not being there to defend him when he needed me. I took it down to the river and buried it, and I asked Elune to bless his soul. I have felt comfort under her soft touch since my release from the stockades and since abandoning the Light as a Ren’dorei I have felt need for something to replace it, maybe I can find that in Elune, if she wants me.
The same evening we learned of the Captains death we were given tattoos on the left sides of our necks, marking as being from the 12th Penal. It’s not the greatest of looks and I would have much preferred a more floral design, maybe with a little balloon to the side, but we didn’t get a say in that, so it is what it is I guess and I will forever be marked for my crimes.
The Major informed us after that he did not have infinite Captains and the decision had been taken to disband the 12th Penal Company and for us to reassigned to the Sixth Cohort of the Seventh Legion who it seemed had suffered losses in a recent deployment and we would be plugging the hole it had created in their numbers.
Shortly after the Major left us a number of NCO`s came into our garrison and started shouting for us to get ourselves lined up outside, which we did as quickly as possible, we were lined up in front of a number of fancy looking officers on even fancier looking mounts. It appears the commander of the Sixth Cohort is a Commander Morningstar and he is Quel’dorei along with one of his Ren’dorei Lieutenants which was a surprise, but I suppose a positive is that we have officers that will be well educated and civilised.
We were then all marched off to Westfall and lined up again, it became pretty clear the NCO’s and officers were not overly happy at receiving a bunch of criminal conscript reinforcements and made it even clearer in the language used toward us just what they thought we were.
I was quickly singled out and told to remove my helm, where upon the Sergeant asked me if I dyed my hair pink, which of course I don’t as its been that colour ever since I became Ren’dorei, but anyway he didn’t seem to be interested in my answer and sent me over to one of the corporals who swiftly hacked it pretty short with a knife, I was a bit upset seeing it fall around me, but it will grow back so it’s not the end of the world I guess.
After that we were ordered to run round and round a hill for a while and then ordered to do push ups all the while the Sergeant screaming at us how pathetic and useless we were, although at one point he did make us all run over and hug a tree for air, so it seems the Sarge does like hugging so that’s a plus point.
After that we were told the officers needed tea and we were tasked with running to the nearby Sentinel hill to collect the needed cups, milk, tea and sugar to make it for them, we did finally manage to collect all the items, although at one point one of the corporals managed to I assume by accident knock one of the tea cups out my hand and smash it all over the road which meant having to run all the way back and get a new one.
Anyway…we served the commander and the officers the tea, I assume this was done as an example to remind us they were very much superior to us, I remember father used to be served in similar ways by those under his command so it certainly must be an officer thing maybe they learn that at officer school or maybe they just can’t make tea so need help with little things like that, just as well we were there!!
After that we were told to remove our armour and the colours of the Twelfth which were then all piled up and burnt in front us after which we were given our new colours of the seventh and forced to run back to Stormwind and our new home/barracks where we got kitted out in our new armour, which I have to say is a lot more fancy looking that our old gear, and the blue goes so much better with my eyes than the brownish/yellow of the 12th. It’s also much better made and they had sizes to fit me, guess that’s a plus being in a unit that has a Quel’dorei commander.
I am running out of ink now and the candle is burning low so I will sign off now, but promise I will send another letter soon about how I am getting on in the next chapter of my new life and the new people that I will be meeting.
With lots of hugs and kisses
Your loving sister
Nithsethel
X X X
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The Legion prepares to move north for two weeks to do what they can to disrupt the Horde efforts in Stromgarde.
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Brogg da Trogg smash petty Solber! Dwarfling and Elflings stay away from Trogg road or yu’s get clubbed!
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I’ve heard rumors of the mighty Brogg, breaker of dwarfs.
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Him and his little rat friend too!
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The Seventh Legion have made their way to the Hinterlands in their search for the Horde supply lines. However, not all is as it seems and with the Forsaken’s cunning ruse the Seventh Legion are having to make very difficult decisions, attack first and hope or wait and possibly be attacked… as the possible ‘dead’ might not be as dead as they think and may not even be Forsaken…
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