[A-RP] The Seventh Legion - Sixth Cohort

[Raiyen-argent-dawn]

He had to be Strong

Carrying the young soldiers body caused the Legionary to wince from the pain of his stab wound, as he made his way from his horse Drummer, to near the lake away from everyone else stationed at Quel’Danil Lodge. Stopping between the lake and a small building, he glanced over his shoulder and noticed Hollins was still with him.

“What do ya want?”

His voice was colder than he expected as he spoke to the Aspirant, bending to place the body on the floor, gently as he removed his blue cloak from over the young man, according to his dog tags, his name was Samuel Vimes from the 4th Regiment of Foot and he was only just eighteen.

Hollins said something about wanting to report into the Commander and the Legionaries mind reeled, did he seriously think that all of the scout team reporting in was more important that burying a Soldier of the Alliance?! He rose to his full height as he dropped his bag down next to the soldier. Hollins even offered to help, scowling the Legionary responded, coldly.

“You report in, let the Commander know what I am doing… he will understand.”

Watching Hollins leave, Raiyen let out a shuddering sigh, his hand moving to his stab wound again as he cursed softly pressing on the wound, knowing his blood was soaking into the bandage he had hastily wrapped around it earlier. Unstrapping his shovel from his burgen, Raiyen began to dig, as he did so his thoughts flicked through what had occurred, trying to make sense of it all.

Recon, that was what they had been sent to do, Raiyen had found a camp, it seemed to be old, unused… the smell… he scowled a little pausing in the digging taking a moment for himself before resuming. “Shoulda known better…” he muttered to himself, the wound on his lower stomach a lovely reminder that he had acted without knowing how sick the Forsaken truly were.

The smell that came from one of the tents in the camp, still lingered on his clothes, he had thought the body was just a victim, truly dead, it had a sack over it’s head for goodness sake… but it had moved, it had lashed out, stabbing Raiyen, had Crowton not been there… He paused again, wiping dirt across his now sweat covered brow as he checked the depth of the grave, not deep enough. Not yet.

That was how this body now lay next to this grave, they had pressed on and Crowton had found the body before anyone else, to protect the scout team he led, he had stabbed it before the body could stab him, a decision that had to be made. How was he to know… he didn’t… he couldn’t have known that that particular body was an Alliance Soldier, disguised as a forsaken body. Raiyen had checked the body… he had to check…

He felt a tear run down his cheek and wipes more mud across his face to rid himself of it. He had a job to do, he could think about it more later. For now, Samuel deserved a burial. He yanked his shoulderguards, gloves and the hood and mask that hung around his neck off completely, growing more warm as he continued to dig. He checked the depth again, making sure he could get out of the hole before nodding, it was around 5’6” deep, if not slightly deeper.

Clambering out of the hole, Raiyen carefully picked up Samuel, sliding into the grave again, he placed him in, resting his hands across his chest and placing a silver coin on each eye, he hooked Samuel’s dog tags around his own neck, they clinked against his own. He would take them home, to the poor boys family. They deserved at least that. Faltering for just a moment, Raiyen draped the body in his cloak, he had one spare, he could leave this one with him.

Back out of the grave, Raiyen stood there for a moment, zoned out, thinking of his younger brothers, how would he feel if this had been them? What would happen if it had been one of the Legion? His friends? His brothers and sisters in arms… His stomach twisted and he felt instantly worse, fear settled into him and then sorrow before he crouched next to the grave, slowly and carefully allowing the first of the dirt to cover Samuel.

When the grave was covered again, he rested his hands on the top layer of dirt, pain seared through his lower stomach but he couldn’t stop there, he couldn’t leave this grave unmarked. Moving back to camp he asked Croft for a piece of the wood she had cut down, when pointed in the correct direction he moved to take a piece, settling down away from everyone else so they would not notice his pain from the wound and the sorrow for the boy he had buried.

Slowly and carefully, he carved the Alliance Lion into the wood, when he had finished he added his name and age to the lower half. Taking Kel’shara back to the grave site with him, he placed it at the head of the grave and felt himself letting go, he had to stop himself as he smeared more mud across his face where his tears ran freely down his face. He had to be strong. He had to make sure that this boy’s family got their closure.

[Crowton-argent-dawn (Crowton)]

“Commander,

As per your request this is a report on the scouting party deployment on day 2. The mission began by riding to the pass on mounts and leaving them near the southern exit. Soon after, Legionary Valadian found evidence of a broken spiked wheel, serving as confirmation for Horde transportation in the area, besides the obvious tracks in the mud.

Soon after, Legionary Valadian found a left behind camp with a body inside one of the tents, the face covered with a sack. Just as the Legionary was going to remove it, the body screamed and tackled him, slightly wounding him before I took care of it. Valadian applies a bandage to the wound. It possessed a green spyglass on itself.

While Hollins and Focalflare were providing the rear cover and Dusksight was ensuring there were no enemies on the ridges above, I rushed ahead and found another similar body, killing it while it was possible. It screamed and as it was later found out by Valadian this body belonged to the Fourth, the group that was encountered in the southern parts of the Western Plaguelands where the group was attacked by Forsaken snipers and where similar bodies were encountered. Said man was around his early twenties and is currently buried near the Lodge, his dogtags collected by Legionary Valadian.

Shortly after, a Forsaken picket consisting of two soldiers assaulted me while I was hidden with my cloaking device, one of them shooting me with a bullet in my left leg. The duo was taken care of by myself and Dusksight. Thanks to Focalflare’s assistance I’ve almost recovered by now. On the corpse of said picket was another spyglass. As it was soon found out, looking through it at someone who’s alive seems to show a breath-like cloud even if they appear to be hidden. After that evidence pointed to the Horde having a garrison stationed at Caer Darrow and we turned back.
As a verdict, there are three key points to be made.
First, the Horde seems to possess spyglasses with enchanted lenses, having blight clouds inside them, and the tubes made of Dark Iron. The style of the craftsmanship seems to imply it being made by the Forsaken but with arcane magics involved. I’m planning to have Legionary Willow analyze it to determine the type of enchantment.
Second, the Forsaken seem to either capture and torture Alliance soldiers, using them as decoys for when said Forsaken are pretending to be corpses and we should all be aware of them.
Third, the camp overlooking the Lodge has a strategic position if we don’t want their snipers to take our men down. If we were going to ambush their supply line, I would suggest positioning the ranged units on the sideline highgrounds as marked in the sketch and have a group of melees waiting near the camp in the natural cover which there’s a plenty of. That said, getting the ranged units up there may require some climbing or teleportation, due to the steep ledges.

King’s Honor,
Crowton Blakemore,
Legionary of the Sixth Cohort of the Seventh Legion”

[Théón-argent-dawn (Théón)]

The Seventh continue their deployment in the North facing a Forsaken group known as the ‘Faceless’. The Seventh must adapt to this new threat and style of warfare.

[Kélshara-argent-dawn]

“I’m afraid that I can’t keep up.”

Kel’shara pulled himself up from his bunk, his limbs and body were aching, everything felt heavy just moving at this point was starting to get difficult. They’d only been deployed for just under a week, but already the strain was starting to affect him, flying at high altitudes to act as a scout for the cohort was starving his body oxygen for extended periods of time. His lips were dry and his skin pale. ‘Take it slow’ that’s what he’d promised Raiyen to do. So slowly he strapped on his armour, wincing as the straps dug into his skin, thankfully his mask would hide his sluggish look from his comrades.

Dressed fully in his blues Kel’shara stepped out of the tent glancing around the slowly darkening wood. The crackle of the fire that the Legion had built was starting to become familiar and a thin smile crept onto his lips. The topic of conversation today? Codenames. The older Legionaries in the unit had begun to tease the new Aspirants about codenames, something the Legion didn’t really use unless doing covert operations. They speculated on the codenames of the new aspirants at their expense. Before long the air was filled with small chuckles and awkward grins. Orders hadn’t arrived yet, so the Legion used their downtime to simply relax.

The gentle calm of the night was broken as Hollins spotted smoke on the horizon sounding the alarm the Legion began to switch on, Corporal Longmane begun to bark out orders. Armour was tossed on, weapons loaded and horses saddled. Kel’shara dashed for his tent tying himself into his flying harness, his fingers slightly numb he struggled but with practice he could do this even in the dark. Feeling the leather grip into his skin tight was painful but familiar. Stepping outside he’d raise his arm to the sky before letting out a loud whistle, Felo’sin his dragonhawk answered the call coming to a dangerously close halt in front of him. Grabbing hold of Felo’sin’s neck Kel would pull himself onto his companion clipping into his harness and laying flat on it’s back. He’d turn to look to his Corporal.

“Corporal, permission to scout ahead?”

“Yes, but remain -low-, Dawnsong.”

Kel’shara glanced around for a moment a scowl forming on his face as he could see that Raiyen was coming to either stop him or to fly with him. At that moment he hated that, he hated that he wasn’t trusted to go alone by his comrade. So in a moment of stupidity and pride he took off ahead alone.

He began to fly fast and low as he was ordered, his mask protecting his skin from the blistering winter air of the Hinterlands. His purple eyes flicked over the ground as he moved looking for signs of conflict. It wasn’t until he reached the Aerie Peak that he found his foe, the Forsaken they had been raiding had reached out for vengeance. Attacking the Aerie Peak. They had begun to try and set fire to the dwarven bunkers, and dead gryphons littered the ground. Out of instinct Kel’shara reached back, forcing the latch on his saddlebag closed, locking Eldrin inside.

“Lets report back.”

Leaning with his body the straps creaked and pulled against his body, causing him to wince in pain once again. He took the turn slow to ease the pain on his body, the fatigue and lack of oxygen making him sluggish in the air. He didn’t even think to use his buzzbox. A sudden sharp pain ripped through his thigh and Felo’sin screamed in pain. Fire erupting from the Dragohawk’s mouth as it blasted the ground. A warm feeling begun to run over Kel’s right leg, he was laying flat on the back of his hawk so he couldn’t even look back to check on it. Felo’sin was starting to struggle to fly with Kel going limp on his back. Kel’shara did what he could to save his mount.

“Land you bastard! Land!”

Felo’sin obeyed slowly moving Kel’shara down to the ground, halting just at the edge of the forest Kel’shara unclippled himself, falling to the ground with a thud, the arrow that was through his thigh slamming into the ground, the barbed head pressing into his skin. He cried out in pain. Felo’sin kept blasting balls of fire towards the oncoming Forsaken soldiers, he couldn’t hold them back without Kel. A whistle sounded from Kel’s lips, sending Felo’sin skyward. He would die, but he’d save his friend. Slowly pulling the large pistol from his hip he dragged himself to a tree, a trail of dark blood staining the grass as he moved. In the distance yellow eyes stared at him drawing ever closer. Kel pulled back the hammer on his pistol placing it under his chin, he refused to be used against the Legion like the soldiers they had found yesterday.

“Kel! I’m coming back for you! I promise!”

Kel’s buzzbox begun to blurt at him, he silenced it quickly. Lowering the pistol from his own chin tears began to roll down his cheeks as his heart began to race, the Forsaken were on top of him now. He had been abandoned again. Raising his pistol to the first Forsaken he’d take aim only for the gun to be ripped from his hands, he put his hands up. Hands reached down and grabbed him, pulling him along the ground. The arrow ripped at his leg making the hole worse. The two Forsaken soldiers were silent uncaring as they moved.

Before long they reached the dwarven bunkers, a grizzly scene inside. The dwarf defenders had been slaughtered in their beds, throats cut and bodies left hanging from the ceiling a warning to the rest of the Alliance. Kel was tossed below one of these dwarfs, gasping in horror he looked to his captors. One squatted down in front of him his yellow eyes peering through the sack he wore on his head. A wet guttural voice came through the sack, adding more moisture to the damp thing.

“Where are the rest of your cohort?”

“Legonnaire Kel’shara Dawnsong, Seventh Legion.”

Kel lifted his chin, he had been trained to only ever tell his foe that. Now that training was about to be tested. A mail plated fist slammed into the side of his head, causing him to fall to the ground. The three Forsaken gathered begun to beat and kick at Kel’shara. He kept muttering the same thing, his name, rank and regiment. Even as the room became dark and the beating stopped he kept muttering it, trying to stay awake. His eye had become so swollen he could only just see through it. Time passed slowly and outside a battle had begun to rage around the bunker. It felt like hours to Kel but in fact had only been about twenty minutes, he slunk down the wall and closed his eyes.

“K-Kel! Wake up! Come on!”

Kel was shook awake, peering through a single eye Raiyen was standing in front of him, he spoke quickly and as much as Kel wanted to hear it he simply couldn’t follow. His brain was rattled and stunned from the beating, he simply fell forwards into Raiyen’s arms desperately wanting to sleep. He was forced back up against the wall, Raiyen said something slowly and calmly. Kel still couldn’t understand him, and then his shadow moved away Kel was alone again. Fear washed over him his heart began to race, he tried to move forward falling into the hard stone floor, he’d mutter out.

“Don’t leave me…”

Raiyen returned in an instant, throwing Kel over one shoulder. He carried him out of the bunker, through the window. Scaling down the side of the building, he told Legionnaire Crowton his plan to rift Kel out. Meanwhile Kel’shara struggled to stay awake, the blood loss and the beating combined with the altitude sickness had taken their toll. His body was shutting down. All he could remember was the warmth of a large explosion washing over him and the night sky suddenly turning bright for a moment before he was ripped through a void rift.

It was about a day before he woke up, he was in the Quel’dorei lodge. Covered in a blue cloak, one under his head. His wounds had been sealed and the infection dragged from his body, the exhaustion remained. His face still swollen. Slowly he sat up peering around the lodge, across the room Raiyen was asleep on the bench, he shook his head before running his hand back through his own hair. A sigh escaping his lips.

“Idiot…”

(Had to post this on an alt as I’m limited to three replies per post…For some reason?)

[Raiyen-argent-dawn]

Never Again

Watching him fly away as he struggled with his harness caused him to grow more frustrated, he finally got it on and called down Amaterasu, the Lieutenants Dragonhawk, which always seemed to look at him like he was a failure… something he felt himself every time he struggled with that bloody harness, getting into his saddle he flew low across the Hinterlands, as ordered by Corporal Longmane, his gaze flicking around in search of his fellow rider, approaching Aerie Peak he took stock of the damage, the Forsaken, he tried to count them but they spotted him, started to shout and began to fire at him.

Amaterasu was, as always faster to react than the Legionary in his saddle, spinning away from them, he caused Raiyen to leave the saddle, free falling until the slack in the harness was met, jolting him, causing the harness to cut into his skin through his armour as he cursed, he managed to get his hand on the horn of the saddle, pulling himself up before snarling in pain as a bullet grazed over his shoulder, deep enough so that he felt the blood flow but he thanked his lucky stars it was his left arm and not his right arm that held onto the saddle horn.

Circling around the Lieutenants’ Dragonhawk became agitated with waiting, Raiyen kept it near Aerie Peak as he scanned the area watching the smoke rise and fires grow, “Kel…. where are you…” A sigh of relief when he saw Felo’sin flying towards him, followed by the heart sinking realisation that Kel’shara was not in the saddle. With a snarl he knew he had to get help, there was no way he would be able to enter the Peak with the Forsaken crawling over it on his own. Clenching his teeth he spoke through the comms device.

“Kel! I’m coming back for you! I promise!”

Guiding both of the Dragonhawks back to Quel’Danil Lodge, Raiyen became frustrated as he tried to unhook each clip that held his harness to the saddle, finally getting free, he fell to the ground with a thud, sprawled out he watched Felo’sin and Amaterasu, the Lieutenants’ Dragonhawk giving Raiyen one last disdainful look before snorting, rings of smoke escaping his nose as he flew skywards with Felo’sin.

“Feck… Fecking…. FECK!”

Building anger and frustration had the tall elf yanking at the harness like he was possessed, trying to rip it from his body failing at this was causing him to snarl a little, finally he got free of it and booted across the grass, just as the Corporal, Longmane, turned his attention to him.

“Where is Dawnsong?”

He didn’t know, he knew where he should be, he knew they had to go look, fear swelled in him as he cursed again, glaring as he was asked if he required healing, snarling that he did not but knowing he had to be patient and calm with his brothers and sisters of the Legion. He apologised to Legionary Thodim who had asked after his shoulder injury before replying to the Corporal.

“Forsaken swarming Aerie Peak, Kel–… Dawnsong is down, we need to go get him. Now.”

Although the Corporal was fast to plan, Raiyen paced, he hated waiting at the best of times… he glared at the smoke over Aerie Peak as it grew in thickness and then shifted his gaze back to the Corporal as he finished briefing everyone, knowing what they had to do the Legion mounted up and prepared to leave when Aspirant Blackshard appeared and seemed confused. Apparently -now- she wanted to come as well, she was told to mount up, that she would be briefed on the way, to Raiyen it felt like an eternity of waiting for her to simply mount up… he couldn’t take anymore.

“I… I can’t wait any longer. I’ll meet ya there.”

Practically growling out his words, he ushered his horse Drummer forward without waiting for the confirmation from the Corporal, getting as close to Aerie Peak as he dared before dismounting, sending Drummer back to Quel’Danil Lodge and slipping into the Void and Shadows to conceal himself, he moved silently through the Peak searching for the ammunition that the Corporal requested be found and for Kel, Raiyen stumbled upon hostages, guarded by Forsaken.

Duty came first, he had to report this in, so he made his way silently back through the Peak to the Corporal who had arrived and had just finished killing a group of Forsaken when he reported in, before shifting back into the Void and Shadows again. This time he made his way over to the dwarven bunker that Crowton had pointed out, it oddly had two forsaken at the door, as guards. When he approached he felt something, he froze in place. It was there, dull but definitely there. The Void.

Clambering up the side of the dwarven bunker and in through a window, his gaze shifted around before he made his way to the central hub, sorrow filled him as he saw the bodies of those who had lived here, dead in their beds or hung near them, all of those feelings gone in a split second when he saw Kel’shara. His heart felt like it had stopped, the damage done to the smaller elf, his flying companion… moving with speed towards Kel’shara, he checked him over briefly before shaking him gently awake, in a hushed tone he muttered;

“K-kel! Wake up! Come on!”

Kel’shara’s eyes fluttered, one did not open much at all the other stared at Raiyen as if he wasn’t really sure he was real. “Those bastards…” Raiyen snarled as he continued to talk to Kel, aiming to keep him awake, he plotted and planned in a few moments before he nodded to himself, “I need to check on the door, I’ll be right back.” Kel simply stared at him as if he didn’t know what he was saying, Raiyen swore he heard him mutter ‘don’t leave me’ and it caused him to grimace slightly as he moved away.

Slipping back into the Void and Shadows, Raiyen made his way downstairs, he watched the two forsaken for a moment, weighing up their armour and such. He could take them, but not with Kel’shara in his current injured state. A commotion broke out in the centre of town as Raiyen made his way back up to Kel, who had slid onto his side.

“I can’t take them both and get you out. We are going through the window.”

He stated plainly and slowly to Kel’shara before carefully picking him up along with his armour and weapons, draping him over his shoulder before moving with as much as speed as he dared to the upper floor, out the window and back to where he had first felt the weak flicker of Void. Lowering Kel’shara back to the ground, Raiyen tried to keep him awake, Legionary Crowton Blakemore appeared at their side.

“How is he?”

“I need to get ‘im back to the Lodge…”

“I can help carry if you need–…”

“I’ll Rift ‘im… Can ya tell the Corp?”

Crowton nodded, activating his cloaking device once more as he moved away, Raiyen cursed softly from the pain in his shoulder as he picked Kel’shara up and did exactly as he said he would. They arrived back at Quel’Danil Lodge, lowering Kel’shara to the floor, Raiyen pulled his cloak off and used it as a pillow for his injured companion, he continued to talk to him as he inspected his wounds, the beating he had taken… Raiyen tensed and fought back his emotions as Void rippled across his fingertips. He needed to get help…

“Kel… continue talkin’ I can ‘ear ya through the comms.”

A slight murmur came from Kel as he continued to speak gibberish, he had not made much sense since Raiyen had found him, at least it was through the comms now instead, as he walked from the Lodge he was made to jump by Rune suddenly appearing.

“Feckin! Scary git!”

Rune simply stared at him, confused by his reaction.

“Rune, I need ya… I need ya help.”

Rune followed without question, back inside the Lodge, he began to heal Kel’shara as Raiyen watched, his tense body was causing the blood from his bullet wound to flow freely over his shoulder and seep into his leathers. He ignored it. When done, Rune flopped himself onto the floor, as Raiyen carefully moved Kel’shara to a makeshift bed within the Lodge, keeping his cloak under his head and draping a blanket over him.

After checking on Rune, he found himself alone with Kel’shara sleeping through his healing, he had started to craft a ring, delicately as it was still in the early stages when suddenly all of his emotions hit him at once and he snapped. Dropping his tools he drew his legs up to his chest, hugging his knees and the tears flowed down his cheeks, he had nearly lost him, to the bastard Forsaken. “Never again.” he muttered to himself. “… I’ll… I’ll show you why…”

[Théón-argent-dawn (Théón)]

Now welcoming Kul Tirans to the guild, looking forward to see what these big lads look like in our uniform.

The Plaguelands campaign is well underway with the Legion fighting a rather brutal skirmish against a band of Forsaken known as the ‘Faceless’. Morals will be tested and the Legion will have to dig deep to make it through this fight.

RP-PvP campaign upcoming!

[Théón-argent-dawn (Théón)]

The Legion will return to Stormwind to prepare for our RP-PvP campaign on Tuesday night!

[Raiyen-argent-dawn]

Nightmares Took Hold

Approaching the border, the Legionary tucked himself in tighter to the saddle, although he knew they couldn’t see him from below due to the way the saddle and harness worked, he always had that fear that his height would give him away. The warmth from the perpetual spring of Quel’thalas soothed his aches and pains, he leant sideways, allowing Amaterasu to glide freely across the border and into the lands of his ancestors, the harness and saddle creaked slight from use, he had been in the skies for the past four days and everything was starting to hurt.

When was the last time he had slept? He wasn’t sure anymore, the nightmares always found him when he closed his eyes so he tried not to do that anymore. It was too painful to relive it all, over and over again. His lips parted slightly as his left shoulder twitched in pain from the still healing bullet wound.

The respect he had for his partner in the skies had increased tenfold since he had been scouting for the Seventh Legion, every inch of him was hurting and the harness was now cutting into his skin through his leathers, it wasn’t originally his, trying to get his 6ft 6 muscular build into a harness built for a 5ft 7 slender elf was painful after their usual journeys anyway but add this to the days in the saddle and it was like cheese wire.

The Legionary watched the convoy he had been following back up from Arathi, it was allowed past the Seventh so he could find its path, he had flown so high that the sickness had started, he knew it too well because of his partner, but he knew he had to go on. To follow it. Now in these lands, he was able to approach more freely, Dragonhawks in the skies here did not turn eyes skyward, he just had to watch out for Farstriders.

Watching the convoy, he ran his hand over the scar now present on his lower stomach, wondering if the Forsaken below which had the tell tale sacks over their heads were actually Forsaken or if they were the innocent Alliance soldiers, the dog tags around his neck clinked together gently as if to answer him, he knew for every sack on the head of someone dressed in the Forsaken colours, he would have to second guess himself, to be ready to save or kill in a split second, to defend himself as well should they be real Forsaken.

Swinging lower, the Legionary travelled up the road ahead of the Convoy and watched Silvermoon come into view over the trees, he missed going on pilgrimages to the Sunwell, as a Quel’dorei he was never really ‘welcome’ on the streets. He wondered if he could get an egg, would it be worth it? Worth the risk? Worth the Commander finding out… mid thought something move out of the corner of his eye, Farstriders. Cursing he leant away from them, causing Amaterasu to reveal it’s underside to them, allowing the Legionary, still dressed in blues and golds to be slightly more hidden, as well as the armour on the Dragonhawk itself.

Weaving through the trees, he aimed to lose them and did so with ease as they were not expecting an Alliance soldier to be this deep into their lands, as he flew back towards the border something else caught his attention, he felt Void. It was fluctuating but it was there, he slowed to better assess the area and a deep growl came from the pit of his stomach as he spotted someone he had foolishly hoped was already dead.

Part of him knew he should not get involved, but that Void, he couldn’t… what if it was coming from a certain Fel Caster, if he could find her whereabouts and get it back to the Commander… With another sigh he flew over the border, landed in the Quel’Lithien lodge and left Amaterasu there. Making his way carefully back through the lands, towards where he had seen the female elf. The area was crawling with mercenaries, using the Void and Shadows he was blessed with he managed to slip past them and towards the buildings.

The closer he got the more his stomach went cold, he knew her voice all too well, it still haunted him, she was arguing with another with a similar voice. Tuning them out he went in search of the Void, seeking it out he came to a cell. The fluctuating Void mixed with Fel now as he approached the broken elf, she shifted and the chains dragged across the floor, the Legionary was instantly dragged back to seeing his partner in a similar state of pain.

Turning, he made his way back out of the area, across the border and to the Lodge with such speed that his already sluggish body screamed at him, when he arrived he clicked his harness back into the saddle, attaching himself once more. The Dragonhawk and Legionary flew back to Quel’danil Lodge. When he landed he unhooked his harness with his usually clumsy manner before ignoring everyone in his path and walking to the Commander’s claimed office space.

“Commander, Reporting in, Sir.”

He saluted, but it was clear he was not ok, the Legionary was running on sheer will power at this point, he knew he had to report in before he could break, before he could fall, so that is what he had come to do, that is why he had ignored everyone who had tried to get his attention on his path here to this point, standing before the Commander.

“Legionary Valadian… go on.”

Reporting everything from the path of the convoy to the whereabouts of a fellow Legionary, he swayed slightly as he finished. Had he eaten? He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten, or drank any water for that matter, he must have right? The Commander was staring at him with a look, it was different from his usual neutral gaze, it was a look of concern.

“I’m…. Sorry.”

“Raiyen!”

The last thing he saw was the Commander swiftly closing the gap between them, aiming to catch him before he hit the floor. His eyes closed as the Commander called out for the healers and his nightmares took over once more.

[Théón-argent-dawn (Théón)]

And we’re officially back in Stormwind! A weeks shore leave lies ahead as well as some training! Aspirants will be reforged into Legionnaires and we will get ready to march for the King once more.

Recruitment is now open! Jurassic park music here

[Théón-argent-dawn (Théón)]

Another day another command meeting down! And with that done we can relax for the rest of the week and prepare properly for the RP-PvP. Recruitment will remain open until next Monday when we will deploy North!

[Cheryanne-argent-dawn]

North you say…

prepares the fire and concoctions

Fire… fire and more fire!

[Kelshara-argent-dawn]

See you in Silverpine!

[Kump-argent-dawn]

Fer teh Nerth!

[Théón-argent-dawn (Théón)]

Going to be hearing that a lot next week I fear!

[Kump-argent-dawn]

And gonna yell that aswell yourself, don’t you? ^^

The north where Lordaeron was

[Théón-argent-dawn (Théón)]

“For the Alliance! For the High King!” - As long as it’s blue we’re happy

[Kump-argent-dawn]

#MakeNorthBlueAgain !!!

[Raiyen-argent-dawn]

Can we steal Silvermoon then? If we are making the North Blue.

The Sin’dorei that wanna be Red still can live in Orgrimmar

[Kump-argent-dawn]

Well, good idea…
Better if red elves would become blue (again)

[Raiyen-argent-dawn]

Aye. They should get a choice, stay in Silvermoon and become Blue or live in Orgrimmar and stay Red