[Belf-RP] Thalassian Skyguard 🐲

[Devontae-argent-dawn]

The army of Quel’thalas. Beautiful red and gold banners alighted every spot in the sea of colours with the tinges of the Farstrider green. Grandeur that astounded the eye. The air smelled of arcane mingled with the sweat from the heavy plated armour covering the mounted Blood knights. The cavalry set off to guard the pass with heads held high in pride as their heavily armoured horses sniffed miserably. Strange such a beautiful sight would soon cause so much chaos.

The Quel’dorei defences consisted of arcane weavers working on a joined casting, a front line of plate wearers and shield bearers with their menders and rangers interwoven through the opening in the blackened woods. Interlopers and back stabbers seeking the opportunity to cling to a past through rose hued glasses, unaware of their presence causing so much turmoil.

The Sin’dorei army moved as one, a sea of crimson, as if there were just one brain instead of many. With each step the sound of the boots on the cold cobbles was like the warning thunder of a coming storm. Slung about their shoulders were cold iron weapons, from axes to blades, all glinting like a Cheshire grin in the moon. Each face was grim against the moons light and in every heart was the desire to cut the infestation out of their homeland. They did not forget and they did not forgive.

De’vontae had been given the word from a Ren’dorei begging sanction as an informant and they had believed him when he said he would let them live. Foolish. When it comes to the fight there’s no honour, no code. All that matters is the win and he intended to take nothing for granted. The Division Twenty Three would have the exits covered, there’d be nowhere to run. De’vontae would offer the Ren’dorei informant peace first, a chance to escape - unable to not trust him. Then the first blow would come, a single slash of his blade to their legs to bring them down and make running painful. Then the negotiation restarts as he grips their neck and squeezes. Perhaps it isn’t a fair fight, but isn’t that a strange concept? De’vontae always leaned toward short and brutal to curb the fatalities, maximize the fear and thus the high homes power base. After all, what’s the point of winning if they just return again, having learned nothing.

The Skyguard mounted upon their Dragonhawks and followed out through the cool, crisp air of the blackened woods. Their base of operations. They stalked the heads of the Sanguine Eye, watching their powerful silhouettes marching to the unsuspecting enemy. This was the first time they worked together and yet the Overseer and the Knight Lord together showed great skills and foresight in their estimation of the situation. Their plan was simple, sweep the Skyguard in and flank them. Force their hand and energies to defend against their powerful flames and then sweep back to join the rear guard of the Sanguine Eye in time to press the attack. Then, when the signal was given the Division would charge their cavalry in and end them. There’d be no escape this time.

The first part of their plan worked without issue. The screams of pain and fear from the Quel’dorei were like some horror films music, piercing and shrill as they tried to pepper the Skyguard with their arrows.

“Pull back around and join the Sanguine Eye!”
“Roger that Captain!”
“Cantrip, Wolvar, Sunny, see to the rangers on the wall.”
“Understood.”

De’vontae leapt from Skylark’s saddle, removing his harness and ran back around to join the melee lines of the Sanguine Eye just before their charge. In that frozen second between stand off and fighting he saw their eyes flick from him to their own. The Sin’dorei’s faces were unreadable, no fear, no invitational smirk.

In that instant the two forces flew at each other. The Quel’dorei no doubt expect it to be five on one, over in a bloody flash and then they go back to their quarry. But things don’t go their way, not at all. The grass stains darkly with the flow from the two sides. De’vontae notices the large elf from the night before, the one he and his Skyguard had attacked during their patrol. He knew not that is name was Fingol Manabrook, he just knew him as that loggerhead with the shield and the odd habit of discharging more arcane than bodily fluids.

Their swords gleamed in the cool moon light. De’vontae knew that only one would walk away from this. His opponent charged with a mighty cry. De’vontae dodged to the side in one fluid move. His enemy swivelled in his direction. His menacing eyes were a blazing blue and his dark helm made the rest of his features indistinguishable. His opponent thrust his sword forward, only to be met by De’vontae’s sword with a resounding ‘clang’. But he had not expected the sudden woosh of air to escape his lungs as he took the shield to his stomach that sent him reeling back with a blast of arcane. The man was a master fighter - De’vontae was a master opportunist. Slowly, De’vontae however was tiring. ‘If I am to die, I shall fight to the last breath.’ With renewed vigour, he grabbed a yellow and blue tipped arrow from his hip quiver and charged back in, putting everything he had into that one attack…

It hit, tethered on with a fragment of snared cloth and De’vontae paid for it once more taking point blank another slam of arcane to his chest along with the iron shield. Groaning De’vontae hauled himself up spitting out grass and pulled back, careful to avoid the fight of I’len on his left and the Overseer on his right. He then set to cast arcane fire, sending it straight to the arrow … BOOM! The Quel’dorei was on the ground blood spitting like a fountain from his wound.

De’vontae charged back in capitalising on this success, trying to slash at the elf as he desperately parried what he could. Then came the second wind. Always the bloody second wind! Fingol roared and pushed himself up and onto De’vontae hitting him back and trying to stab at him. De’vontae grabbed at plate, then flesh trying to get the rampaging man off of him, his fanged teeth finding a hold on Fingol’s ear and chomping down until the copper tang of blood filled his mouth.

The Captain would have lost his hand then had it not been for Erinyr’s quick thinking with her heals and her sharp eyes. The Captain disengaged from Fingol, leaving his bloodied body bleeding hard on the ground and turned to see the fight falling on their side… and then the cavalry came.

“RUN!”
“Pull back! The Division are here!”
“The wh-… THEY’VE GOT HORSES!”
De’vontae spat blood and yelled into his communicator, ordering his men back out of the fight. Then he saw them… the Ren’dorei… trying to run in the confusion of the battle. “Felreaver, Cantrip, Isabrae bring down that shield.”
“Where are you going Captain?”
“Sunny with me. We’re going hunting…”

Thank you so much to the following guilds for making such an amazing and action packed event and inviting us along to come play a part. I would strongly recommend anyone looking to get in good contacts on the horde and alliance to check out each of the guilds below.

Azure Dawn (Alliance)
The Sanguine Eye (Horde)
Division Twenty Three (Horde)