[H/RP] <The Jagged Spear> Horde Adventurers

Argent Dawn
1

Recruitment Status: CLOSED

1. Summary
2. Characters
3. OOC Details
4. Seasons
5. Memorial

  1. Summary

In Character
The Jagged Spear is a Horde task force, recently formed by the erstwhile warlord, Shanzi Bloodfang. With tensions beginning to rise within the faction and the war against the Alliance escalating by the day, Bloodfang has taken it upon herself to gather the most skilled and the most versatile adventurers and soldiers of the Horde to form a group that looks past the in-faction fighting and ensures the safety of the Horde as a whole.

Each member of The Jagged Spear is carefully chosen based on their skillset and fills their own unique role within the taskforce, which in turn creates a diverse unit with a strong focus on cohesive cooperation. With such dangerous and trying times, the primary objective of Bloodfang’s unit is to protect the Horde and its people, whatever the cost and whoever the foe.

Out Of Character
To put it simply, The Jagged Spear is a multi-racial, adventure-themed guild made of skilled, individual members of the Horde, who take the fight to powerful foes across Azeroth. Working beneath a DM NPC benefactor - Shanzi Bloodfang - the emphasis is on teamwork and cooperation, as opposed to following drills, formations and working under the thumb of a commanding officer. The guild is intended to be an ensemble, first and foremost, and work toward pursuing each character’s personal narrative and arc.

Link to Argent Archive’s page:
https://www.argentarchives.org/node/218984?

  1. Characters

With the Jagged Spear being a heavily story driven guild there are a number of important characters that play key roles in the story arc. The five champions act as investors to the Jagged Spear, providing various rewards for those who take up personal tasks from them.

The Champions

Warlord Shanzi Bloodfang
Stands at the helm of the unit, but takes a more hands off approach, putting her trust in the members to lead.

Dossier:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1XZpMsOOPCxRpKyMfg2UDiHywNEmaOcOPEF4ciMbzI1Q/edit

General Larsador Bloodfall
A General of the Sin’dorei Blood Knights and a life long friend of Bloodfang’s. He acts as their main contact within Quel’thalas and the general Eastern Kingdoms.

Dossier:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1VJ_UYnbXpLmYYyVIjeBm3PLp4I3rTTQ4KN_iyv4QG_k/edit?usp=sharing

Reward:
“Lights Protection” - An orb that pulsates with Light energy, Using it forms a protective barrier around the whole group, preventing them from damage for two rounds of an attack. Best used when needing time to prepare an escape.

Talon Druid Winnoa Featherwind
A Talon Druid who, although is no longer part of the Cenerian Circle, has an extremely deep connection with the Emerald Dream as well as Thunderbluff and Highmountain respectively.

Dossier
> https://docs.google.com/document/d/1HzKn2WIzJHQGR-V6DmdWUG_0Lz2qdmAerkY3td0tcC8/edit?usp=sharing

Reward
“Seed of the Earthmother”- A seed brimming with life magic that will bring a single member of the unit back to full health, no matter the injury. However it will need to be rejuvenated by Winnoa herself after each use.**

Shadowhunter Rakka’tikki
A renowned Darkspear Shadowhunter who looks over a number of troll military units. Still highly loyal to the Horde and its hierarchy he has great sway within the military units of Kalamdor and acts as the Jagged Spears connection to such.

Dossier
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1p1bv687Y9OVSE5H4OZvho_xdW8mM2xXiglIceNFA_gA/edit?usp=sharing

Reward
“Rage Mojo” - A jar of mojo that boosts the users strength by an obscene amount, however it also sends them into a blind rage which could cause more issues than it is worth.**

High Apothecary Vivian Von Croy
As one of the High Apothecary’s in the Forsaken Sector for Body Preservation, Vivian is deeply routed within the Forsaken hierarchy which plays a key role with allowing the Jagged Spear to not succumb to the pressures of High Command.

Dossier
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BtS7kOs4F6LPFNShASG8dCMPHEfJLHmYMzZ-7t0PVaI/edit?usp=sharing

Reward
“Voice of the Spirits.” A small box that once opened calls all the unsettled spirits of the current land to swarm and attack the target enemy. Screams of the spirits may cause pain to those with untrained minds.**

Other Characters

Dark Ranger Celesia Blightwind
Blightwind has been assigned to watch over the unit to ensure they do not become another rebelling group against the Warchief.

Dossier
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1NIMjjYNgaz5r1we8Yegy2WM7bN7nKtpqfekO_q75lrA/edit?usp=sharing

Zizzabelle Sprocketjock
Zizzabelle acts as Bloodfang’s personal secretary and deals with all the paperwork and finances of the Jagged Spear.

Dossier
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Phy_N-7E9Z-nR9xkxlV0nBUpAqS4LKMDDre5UjnyAo0/edit?usp=sharing

Lord Hillard Silvercrook
TBC

  1. OOC Details
Structure and Ranks

Knowing how many guilds have struggled due to the trappings of IC authority and ranks, we will maintain a more simple and straightforward system in its stead meaning that every member will remain on an equal rank and platform.

  • Warlord
    Although she no longer stands as a Warlord of the Horde military, Shanzi Bloodfang stands at the helm of the taskforce acting as a more hands-off leader.

  • Overseer
    A single member that ensures the group stay on track and all voices are heard. In the event of the group being unable to reach a decision it falls on the Overseer to make the call.

  • Chosen
    The rank given to all those within Bloodfang’s unit.

To ensure that the unit is satisfied with their field leadership, it is intended to have a monthly meeting between the guild and their benefactor to discuss any matters up to – and including – who should take charge whilst on the job. If there is a need for change, this is where it will happen.

Events and Activity

Every week, there will be 1-2 events dedicated to the main narrative arc of the guild, depending on availability and convenience. Within this arc, the players may discover secrets pertaining to their often elusive patron, with the intention to escalate this story in an epic finale.

Alongside the main arc, there will also be a number of smaller scale tasks, that arise throughout the group’s travels and adventures. These will range from group run-ins with the Alliance, to smaller, more class driven tasks that allow each member to have their chance to shine.

Finally, once per week, there will be an event slot reserved for individuals to take charge of their own events, to focus upon their own character’s story in however they see fit. This could be requesting aid in settling a personal feud, searching for a rare and storied weapon they desire or simply taking their comrades to a place that holds meaning to them.

Of course, no one is expected to join each and every event, nor would you be expected to log on every day for RP or involvement. We are aware that real life will always take priority and we all have our own real world responsibilities. However, this does not mean we will be taken for granted - we do not want alts that will only be sparsely played or have limited interaction with the guild.

Unless there has been prior notice, after two weeks of unexplained absence, an inactive player will be removed from the guild and recruitment will be opened to fill their space.

Recruitment
  • ThĂ”rn
  • Rukkha
  • Margrosh

To enable personal character development and a more unified experience between the players and characters, the initial plan is to enforce a strict number cap of around 15. With this we hope that people are able to follow and play out their own character’s journey, whilst not being lost in the mob. Furthermore, with this we plan to have more personalised and focused DMed events, where each character is an individual and not simply a face in a crowd.

We are also very keen to take on players who are willing to DM as well. We want it to be a collaborative guild so people interested in DMing specific storylines are very much encouraged. Ideally each event will be run by someone different to create variety and prevent DMs from burning out.

Consequently, the recruitment process will be thorough and there will be a zero tolerance policy for players who cause problems for the guild or for those around them - we are here to play together and have fun together, not to have to deal with the issues of those who can’t get along with others. This will apply to both IC and OOC as, although we encourage characters to have conflict when meaningful, IC actions will have IC consequences – especially amongst the elite of the Horde.

If you’re interested, please do get in contact – even if it means sending an in-game letter by mail – and we will get back to you.

  1. Seasons

With a heavy story being told and a focus on individual characters we like to compare our adventures to seasons of a TV series. Each “season” lasts about four weeks and ends in a climactic season finale.

Season 1: "Cuckoo's Nest"

https://docs.google.com/document/d/11Qv9bS9EYzYW2Ty8F47fjbE8LtQU4j22R_kGgMpbXv0/edit

Season 2: "The Lost Light"

https://docs.google.com/document/d/159oTXakG9l65H80DtTifKfgnN9IY2SfGVzLsAynBHyg/edit

Season 3: "Building Bridges"

https://docs.google.com/document/d/17MMj8vmJUtT6R-J255-_Q3uTSp0-1MyUnwdQuutC0Pc/edit

Season 4: "Wild Goose"
  1. Memorial

In memory of

Lummile Starblade: Mauled by a swamp monster in Feralas.
Morri Seamorz: Burnt to a crisp by an angered Green Dragon in Duskwood.

28 Likes
3

Rukkha scrunched the letter of summons in her fist with a growl. More Warlords, more commanders, more of the oh-so-questionable upper echelons of Horde leadership. She’d seen enough of the war to no longer trust that any of them had the Horde people’s best interests at heart. Some were saying that those of the Earthen Ring had no business even staying with the Horde any longer. How would swearing herself to another banner for bloodthirsty assignments serve Azeroth at all?

Her sulking was interrupted by the chaos of her family. The children chased each other across the leather shop, crashing into a display dummy and sending armour flying. Her uncle tried to herd them with dignity, keeping up his sales pitch with an alarmed customer without blinking.

And if the war came here, to Orgrimmar? It had before. They would need somewhere safe to go. A hut outside the city? That would cost. And vagrant shamanism is hardly a lucrative calling.

Maybe this Bloodfang woman would be different, not another bureaucrat hiding behind red tape, or a monster feeding their foes to maggots.

Or maybe she’d at least have deep pockets.

She unfolded the letter again.

6 Likes
5

The Dying Flame
The flames reflected against the brown of of her eyes, that were long lost within the fire’s dance. The warmth from the fire washing over her face, and soothing her into contentment. Bloodfang relaxed back into the furs of the chair, her gaze still fixed within the fire. The room was silent apart from the crackling of the firewood and the light purring coming from the sleeping tiger at Bloodfang’s side.

The large beast had served her since her time in Pandaria where she adopted the tiger in its youth. She raised him as if he were one of her own battle worgs, yet as she aged and he grew larger, he took on the roll of her guardian. He fought valiantly at her side for many a year and the pair were rarely seen apart.

She blinked once, her gaze still very much lost in the flame. The fire in her eye began to flicker and change to a deep green color, a color that matched the battlefields of Argus. The felflame. The destruction. The screams of death and anguish field the room.

“Warlord!! We need to retreat, we cannot take it on alone.”

Bloodfang looked towards the young Orc calling out to her, his eyes panicked and looking for any ounce of direction. She scanned the battlefield, her gaze falling on the numerous dead members of her unit, their broken bodies twisted into unnatural positions. The ones that had remained intact were being feasted on by various felhounds and faceless ones, fresh blood flying from their bodies. A mechanical whurr echoed off from behind a rocky cliff.

“We need to move. Now, Warlord!”

“I cannot leave my men behind, Vorak.” She spat back at the young Orc.
By now the tiger at her side had begun to tug at her arm.

“They are already lost. Staying here will only get us the same fate!” Vorak pleaded with her. She looked back at the Orc. The youngest in the unit and the last one left alive. She knew what she had to do.

As the gigantic Fel Reaver appeared from behind the cliff and began to push its way towards them she grabbed the Orc by the arm and they set off away from the battlefield, the tiger following suit. The Fel Reaver took chase, chaotically swinging at pillars of jagged rock as it made its way closer to the three, sharp debris narrowly missing their heads. They slid down a cliff into a small ravine as the towering Reaver closed in on them. As they made their way swiftly through the ravine the path got narrower until they could make sight of a small cave in the cliff ahead.

“Quick, we can make it. Go. Go!” Bloodfang bellowed as she picked up speed.
As the entrance to the cave drew nearer a Felhound paced at the mouth, it’s eyes fix on the three rushing towards it. Before it had a chance to even attempt an attack however it was set upon by the large tiger and the two wrestled away from the cave entrance, the tiger standing little chance against a Felhound.

“I’ll get him back. You get inside, Warlord.” The Orc forced Bloodfang forward as he headed towards the wrestling tiger, his axe drawn above his head.

As Bloodfang reached the cave she turned back to see the Fel Reaver crashing towards them still, it now sending a large boulder of jagged rock in her direction. Before she even had time to react she was knocked backwards towards the ground by the large tiger and the front of the cave collapsed in from the impact of the boulder.

She quickly pulled herself up and pressed herself against the fallen rocks. She could hear the cries from Vorak on the other side, his fists slamming on the rocks vibrating through.

“Help! Please, Warlord. Help me. Please. I don’t want to die out here. Warlord. Warlord! War-”

The Orc’s voice cut out.

Her knees buckled from under her as she fell to the ground and a numb silence settled around her. She blinked twice,slowly bringing her hands to her head as the words echoed around her head.

“Warlord! Warlord! Warlord!”

She blinked and the fire flickered in her brown eyes once more, a single tear falling from them.

“Warlord? Warlord? Are you alright?” The squeaky voice pierced through the room, and the small goblin peered up at Bloodfang with a raised eyebrow.

“What have I told you about calling me that. I am not a Warlord anymore.” Bloodfang pulled herself up from the chair and headed towards a desk where she poured herself a glass of water and downed the drink in one gulp. As she drunk the tiger slowly lifted his head to watch her.

“Well, I mean you technically are, with it being a title and all, but whatever you say
boss.” The goblin sung her words back at Bloodfang in a mocking way before adjusting the glasses that had been perfectly placed on top her head.

“What is it Zizzabelle?” Bloodfang spoke, her words now seeming slightly more calmer.

“Well all the interviews have been concluded and the unit will be meeting with you later today.”

“Good. Thank you Zizzabelle.” Bloodfang placed both her hands on the desp and hung her head.

“Err, Boss. Are you sure this is a good idea, y’know, considering it hasn’t really been that long since-”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Bloodfang swung round to look directly at the Goblin who swiftly held her hands up.

“As you say Wa-boss. You’re the boss.” Zizzabelle spoke as she slowly backed towards the door.

“One more thing.” Bloodfang’s words echoed around the room. The tiger lowered his head back down. “I will be taking some time away once they set off and will need you to keep things running here. Paperwork, contact with the unit and so on. See it as a challenge
Are you up for it?”

“Will I get paid extra?” Zizzabelle spoke with no hesitation. Bloodfang narrowed her eyes at the goblin, a moment of silence between them before she let out a small smile.

“If I get good reports from the recruits you will get double pay.”

Zizzabelle audably gasped and made a small jump on the spot. “Yes mam! Absolutley mam! It will be done better than you could ever imagine.” And with that she made a firm salute and rushed out the room. Bloodfang smiled and shook her head.

As the evening pressed on and the sky grew darker Bloodfang made her way out the front gates of Orgrimmar and towards a small patch of land just outside. She layed a single yellow flower on a mound of dirt and placed her hand on top of it. A small piece of wood stuck out the dirt and words were engraved on its surface.

“Vorak Bloodfang. Brother, Son, and Child of the Horde. Aka’Magosh”

3 Likes
6

Somehow successful mission in the Feralas have given the Nightborne feeling of accomplishment. Despite fact that most of it involved simply staying away from the enemies. If it wasn’t for Kara she would be most likely crushed under roots of the Ancient, yet here she was sitting under the warm wolf fur staring into the night skies happy at where she is and that she serves the right cause.

In very short time she grew fond of the orcs within the group despite perceiving them as savage at first. Raincaller, Margrosh and Kara treated her as one of the team, helped her and cared for. Lummile was happy to listen to their stories, Rukkha healed her wounds few times by now and the Nightborne even rode G’nar. The wolf she was terrified of.

The Elf looked at the stars while closeness of the fire kept her warm. Today despite casualties they were victorious and she was proud to be part of it all. The entire large world spread in front of her to discover and grasp.
In that moment of calmness she gazed into the night sky. The arcane filled her eyesight giving blue light to her eyeballs.

The stars showed her vision of a lily. Third of its kind. One bloomed like no other but burn in its own light almost taking other two with it.

Second one bloomed slower than other kept safely under the dome.

The third one, last lily, spread its stalks far and yet it was torn into pieces by something she couldn’t see.

The vision left her uneasy and puzzled however just for a moment. Lummile was happy and no dream could disturb it. Besides she rarely understood what she saw.

3 Likes
7

Lummi will become the first Shal’dorc if we have anything to do about it. :wink:

1 Like
8

Zizzabelle Sprocketjock took the stairs up to the Warlord’s office two at a time, the pistons and levers in her leg-plates whirring and clanking frantically. She hurled open Bloodfang’s door and collapsed against the front of the orc’s desk, a crumpled sentry’s report clutched in her fist.

“Ma’am, they’re all lost, they’re dead, they’re gone!” She wailed, her emerald shades dropping unheeded to the floor.
The elder Warlord raised a grizzled brow, speaking in a gentle tone as she looked up from her filing.

“Slow down my dear. What has happened, who’s gone?”

The goblin sniffled, intricate make-up smudging down her cheek as she batted aside a tear.

“Your beautiful new unit Ma’am. All our bright, shiny heroes. The zeppelin’s lost! The sentry over Thunderbluff saw it pass over, didn’t pull into the landing bay like it was supposed to, and it was flying all crooked, and it’s spiralled off west and no-one’s seen it since, and he writes that it looked like it was sinking fast, and it must have crashed, and that wonderful tall elf man with hair like sunbeams, he’s gone
”

Warlord Bloodfang got to her feet, sidestepping her desk to lay a heavy calloused hand on her frazzled assistant’s shoulder.

"We haven’t hired incompetents, Miss Sprocketjock. I told you that we were looking for the best. Their assignment is to find out what happened to the lost zeppelins, and now that they are aboard one, I trust them to get to the bottom of it. They are the Horde’s finest, and we need to trust them to handle the situation. They have the mission, and they have each other.”

Bloodfang carefully tugged the sentry report from the goblin’s hand and read it silently. Zizzabelle squinted through her tears at the orc towering over her, the Warlord’s calm presence soothing her rapid pulse. She watched her employer’s lined face carefully. If the reports were true -and Zizzabelle was good enough to only filch the most accurate reports- then this would not be the first time Bloodfang had lost a unit. There might even be more that she hadn’t read of yet, sneaking through her boss’s military record at nights with her trusty flash-watch. That many deaths under your command had to weigh heavily on a person.
The orc’s brown eyes were deep, and warm, and utterly unreadable.

Zizzabelle nodded, sniffed, and retrieved her glittery shades.

4 Likes
9

First lily stood for Liambri the brightest of the trio. She was clever, brave and strong. The first spellblade in the family since hundreds of years. So loyal to the cause that she betrayed and has set her own home ablaze in the name of the Grand Magistrix.

Second lily stood for Siram, the oldest of the three. He has spent his entire life inside the arcane dome and never really wanted to leave. Cautious and protective.

Third lily stood for Lummile that wanted to discover the entire world. The curious yet naive one.

She felt proud as part of the group, able to help with her skills in abjuration. The chanting echoed as they entered the foggy swamp area. The arcane shield kept everyone safe.

Lummile has foretold what came next however she was not decrypted her vision well enough to understand it. She never expect it all could end in such way. The vines grabbed her ankles and dragged into the poisonous, choking mists. Her screams were silenced by grasp as angered swamp beast continued to drag her away from others.

The Nightborne blasted arcane towards creature just enough to free her mouth for a moment. Panic and adrenaline rushed through her body.

H
 help! Please help! Help!

She screamed as choking mists were burning her eyes, her skin, her lungs. Every second of it was filled with pain and she was further and further dragged away. The vines torn her clothes and opened wound sipping more poison into the bloodstream. Lummile was kicking, biting and screaming, doing anything in her power to free herself yet in vain. The beast kept the grasp as if made out of steel and dragged female into poisonous water that burnt her skin and body.

Pain was all left for her. No words or breathes but vicious poison sipping into her mouth and her lungs. Lummile wanted to scream, call Margrosg, call Raincaller, Sancen and Thorn. All of them
 Anyone
 she knew they will get her out that they will help her through this. She had worse and she just had to free her mouth to reverse time.

The vision in her last moment showed spirits of the Night elves that continued to grab onto her hands, clothes, chest and pulled in all directions. They screamed and tried to tear her own core apart.

She cried out. She was so scared, so lost.

Her body went numb and breaths stopped.

Her spirit was no longer.

Lummile heard howl.

It was howl filled with pain and anguish that called for her in the distance. Lummile wanted to go towards it and say it will all be alright the team got her back, however she was not able to follow the sound. She saw astral beautiful wolf seeking for her before darkness surrounded everything


3 Likes
10

And so comes our first death at the end of The Jagged Spear: Season One Finale!!!

We may have a few spaces open up for recruitment, so do keep your eyes peeled for announcements in the next few days. :v:

4 Likes
11

DMs and officers of the guild were very co-operative and from simple “what if
” and “maybe that could be interesting” in random conversation they made plot twist none expected. :smiley:

2 Likes
12

Had our first funeral tonight, for little Lummi who now sleeps in the stars. :slightly_frowning_face:

One death per campaign is the aim :wink:

3 Likes
13

-UPDATE-

Due to some spaces becoming free we have opened up recruitment again, however a few things to consider before applying:

-We are only looking for specific races and classes as having a balance keeps to the notion of us being a team of unique specialists. We are capped on Orcs, Undead and Rogues, Shaman, Hunters, Death Knights, Demon Hunters.

-We are very careful as to who we take in as we put a huge importance on being a team player and playing as part of an ensemble. If you are a player that has a reputation for not playing as a team and dominating the RP, this isn’t the guild for you.

-We are looking for people who will be invested in the guild as a whole, rather than just for the odd event here and there. We don’t expect you to be online all the time but this also isn’t a place to store your alt you get the urge to play once every two weeks.

If you have read this, are still interested and feel you would fit the team, give one of the recruiting officers a whisper or leave and ingame letter and we will take things from there. :slight_smile:

3 Likes
14

A goblin would be excellent

2 Likes
15

[I turn to smile at the camera with glazed over eyes.]

3 Likes
16

Literally every character I got on the Horde side then ;_;

17

:frowning: Sorry bro. We are just packed with them atm, and with such small numbers it’s important we don’t overload on one. We will post if one does ease up though.

3 Likes
18

Rukkha sits at a workbench in the leather shop staring at the blank sheet of parchment before her. She’s got as far as writing the address. Somewhere in Suramar, miles from home, miles from the cursed bog in Feralas. She pictures lofty towers twined with gleaming vines, flawless stone balconies. But then, Lummile had said it was an Inscriptors business. Maybe it was more modest, a workshop like her own home.

Mr Starblade,
I knew your sister-

The quill shudders in her hand, scattering ink drops across the page. It’s a stupid thing to try and do in writing. But as Aethos had warned, the elf’s elder brother would hardly be glad to meet with any of the warband right now. Maybe he’d just burn the letter as it was. What was there even to say?

She faced every challenge of the unknown world outside the Suramar bubble with quiet courage and resolution. I think everyone meeting her knew right away she was special. She worked hard to aid the Horde, and us her companions as well. In the short time she was with us, her magic saved lives several times-

And we couldn’t save her. Suffocated under an acid bog, screaming for help.
Rukkha tenses her fists, spinning the quill from her grip. It skitters across the workbench before falling to the floor, leaving a trail of ink.
She ducks to retrieve it, finding it lodged up against a wooden mock-shield, discarded by one of the children and left to roll under the workbench. Its small but scuffed surface is painted a bright primary red and marked with the Horde’s badge. Rukkha feels a temptation to take it up, find one of the young orcs and distract herself with a bout of training, all laughter and shrill war cries. But at this hour her family would be sleeping. She takes the quill instead.

-and we will remember her, and honour her sacrifice. She died as part of a task to deny the Alliance a weapon of war, to protect all of our people. When the time is right, I would like to visit her resting place in Suramar, and maybe hear stories of her. I wish I had known Lummile for longer. She was a guiding light for us.

Rukkha Raincaller

‘Lenna’s Leathers’
Valley of Spirits
Orgrimmar
Durotar

3 Likes
19

He didn’t want to return to face his mistakes and idea of starting everything over again was simply tiring. Yet when one letter in particular reached him, it managed to capture his interest.

The war continued to devastate the Azeroth when both the Horde and the Alliance jump to each other throats. The World’s Tree was set ablaze and Lordaeron poisoned by the blight. Countless lives were lost, including civilians on both sides. The war consumes all.

Steelbreaker believed that after Burning Legion he won’t see another one. Part of him assumed that he will die on Argus and yet he was still around.

When the war broke out he fought like everyone else but he lost what he wanted to protect the most. Steelbreaker retreated from everything into the Ebon Hold, its hollow and cold chambers. There he helped repairing runeblades, assisted Archivist, trained and polished his own skill while world underneath was burning. The only times is occurred to him when he travelled to Orgrimmar to acquire materials or craft goods.

The letter he received from one known as Bloodfang, ex-warlord reminded him about it all. Upon their meeting she sounded reasonable, as someone that wants to make a change and aims high.

Another group, another allies
 another start. He was repeating those words many times, many warbands, groups. Steelbreaker could explain and give reasons why he left each and one of those groups or why those fell apart and yet he hold letter in his hands eyeing the words.

And yet once again he made the same decision, hoping that perhaps this time it will be his place. However those were not high hopes.

1 Like
20

Yeah I know. Wasn’t saying you should change that or anything. I’ll just have to wait for the Zandalari to be added or something.

2 Likes
21

The atmosphere was calm. A cool breeze was ushered along the planes of Durator, and the only sound was that of the river gently lapping against her feet.

Bloodfang had made her way back to the Southfury River after she was sure it would be clear of the rest of The Spear, and she stood on the riverbed watching as the river itself carried a dozen bright arcane lilies with it. Each lily glowed with its own radiance, and the star filled sky was reflected in the waters waves. Having been placed as a memento for the fallen elf, the lilies stood for much more than that.

Although the scene should have filled her with calmness, this was a time of mourning and she felt no calmness in her. She felt frustration, anger, guilt. The emotions she fought so hard to hide from her unit. The emotions that made her weak and not fit to be a leader.

She thought of the last words she had preached to her unit, and the hypocrite it made her. She demanded that they shouldn’t blame themselves for Lummilles death, however proceeded to blame herself everyday. The guilt coursed through her body. The same guilt she had felt before. As each lily passed down the river she was stabbed with the thought of another lost comrade who had died under her command.

She took a deep breath. In through her nose, causing her nostrils to flare, and then out through her mouth. She watched as the last few lilies flowed down the river until there was one left that trailed behind. This lily seemed to slow down until the distance between it and the others was at large, at which point it oddly steered left and stopped just in front of Bloodfang’s feet. She peered at the arcane lily with a frown and as she knelt down to pick it up, it burst into a shower of arcane, leaving only her reflection looking back at her. She studied her face and there was a moment of stillness.

As she looked at herself in the rivers reflection the guilt seemed to pour away and was replaced by a deep sense of determination. She would not let guilt bring how down as it had before. As much as other Warlords and Legionnaire of the Horde took joy in reminding her of her past mistakes, she owed it to herself and her unit to think about the future.

Her eyes were snapped open when she felt a tug on her glove and she looked down to see her large, old tiger glaring up at her. She smiled at him and nodded her head.

“I know, I know. One step at a time.”

She then pulled herself up before turning away from the river and heading back towards Orgrimmar.

4 Likes
22

The Jagged Spear is currently taking part in the server wide campaign lead by Rogmasha (Ogrepowered) as we faced first day of battles and difficulties with Ogres. The first day is behind us and I’m interested to see where the plot takes us. Without doubt campaign is great opportunity for fun rp so if anyone feels like approaching and interacting with us feel free to do so.

4 Likes