Weâre going into something of a lilâ hibernation while Iâm between apartments; youâll probably still see our members and officers about, and Juniaa will be hosting an event with the lot of us (and you!) invited on the 21st, but overall expect a bit of a dip in activity until Iâm moved in properly!
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Shadows fall,
and hope has fled
steel your heart
The Dawn will Come.
I wonât let a Dragon age reference go unnoticed and unsung!
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After some recruitment, itâs clear that we could use some more orcs. Show yourselves!
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Seconded - itâd be a poor second coming of Thrallâs Horde if it wasnât loaded with orcs!
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Hereâs your weekly PSA: This guild is amazing.
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^ Good, hard Factsâą
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I wonât take that PSA into account.
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PSA: All PSAs are mandatory. Also, weâre gonna be hiding out in Stonetalon for a while, attending the Crimson Compass campaign!
The Frozen Paw are the very best band of mumble filthy traitors mumble Conscientious Objectors the server has. Rogmasha is legitimately lovely I and OOC, and her members are a joy to RP with. Would highly recommend <3
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If only Brigante couldâve been free to see the Conscientious Objector become the Conscientious Commander! Weâre still going strong in Stonetalon, navigating the simultaneous threats of pirate, Alliance and general world-at-war trouble!
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After reading your AA page and the stuff here, this concept sounds interesting to me. Barghast was never one for war against the Alliance, even tho he served. I just might look for you on your travels to the North. Oh, and please ignore the current guild showing, iâve left it some time ago, but it seems it has not refreshed here yet.
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Youâre welcome to tag along whenever - for anyone else wondering, our current location will be showing up over here: [H(/N?)-RP] A Roaming Hub - Session Three - Durotar's Heat! đïž
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Great to see another Alliance guild!
Good luck, Rogmasha.
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Sena was promised a hug, donât think The Fronzen Paw lives up to itâs expectations.
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Come find us on the road! Thereâs hugs aplenty when we arenât in danger.
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Hmm⊠can i get a hug too?
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgYxMVRtJr4
Donât mind me, just passing through leaving this here after I read the title.
Brigante rubbed off the stains and blood, let traitors strike blows, let their Alliance confederates aid them. He had seen the lies with his own eyes. supposedly exiled Alliance criminals, yet strangely not, None of the Alliance had taken action against him, so yet again, proof that the boys in blue never spoke trueâŠ
Brigante wiped the blood from his forehead and chin.
He spat out blood. Proof that his own side spoke no truth eitherâŠ
No one didâŠ
He rubbed the blood from his bruises, the traitors ran free, and the people of good standing had to hide small.
WellâŠit was not as if the Horde not had been here beforeâŠ.
His fury, his absolute rage? The betrayal of the Stygians. They could have kept on -fighting- the Alliance instead of this craven actâŠHe was not sure where his anger came from, but part of it was fury at making a name, then cowering! They -hampered- Horde War Efforts!
They could have stood, they could have fought,Why did they run!
Brigante rubbed his bruises, He didnât doubt that Philip had his reasons to flee, that the Baron also had a rationale for what Brigante could not help as see but abject cowardiceâŠPullo, Zeep, Horkim? Hangart! Damned Hangart! Why Him, of all People! What reasons did they have for fleeing the field and letting the sons and daughters of Quelâthalas have to take their wounds in their stead?
Was this the plan all along? That Quelâthalas had to take the hit for the HordeâŠEveryone knew what the âreasonâ was. So it make sense. This was the idea then? Soften us up for the idea of being the ones who have to take the punch when it comes?
He rubbed the bruises behind his neck and tried to soothe movement into his shoulder.
He shook his head âNot happeningâ he muttered.
He ran his hair back âBut sensibleâŠIts probably whyâŠThey wanted to toughen us up for thisâŠMother of all HellsâŠthey think -we- of all people needed toughening up for this?â
Brigante glared at the ceiling âTheyâŠDonât understand us at all do they!â âI expected our Allies to Keep Fighting!â he growled meaninglessly at the window as if it would care. He clenched his fists in anger, but only the walls would careâŠ.
âIts Time Sire, to come and see themâ Brigante frowned, but this had to be done, this parade of his âpunishmentâ for disagreeing with the new RegimeâŠ. He opened the door and clicked it behind him.
He glared ahead of him and fixed a firm stare on each of the faces âWell, Get it out of your system, wretches!â
The Elven magister looked at himâŠâYou donâtâŠunderstand it yet do you, Ranger Captain?â
Brigante growled âIndulge me, youâre only a Magister, I outrank you, you piece ofâŠâ
âWait till I have finishedâŠâ the Magister smiled broadly
The Elf continued, âYou see we like to keep track of people, and we know your wife, she is notâŠthe most mobile of people right nowâ
Brigante paled, if such was even possible for him, his black eyes looking even more pronounced. âNo, thatsâŠ.thats not how we work, thatâs not what you mean, you didnât mean to say thatâŠ.â
The Magister smiled sweetly âYour children, what, not yet one yet? Theyâre awful vulnerable at such an ageâŠVery easy for accidents to happenâŠchildren have all kinds of accidents at those timesâŠ
Brigante went very still.
âWhatever you are sayingâŠwhatever we both think we are sayingâŠâ he started.
âIts not about what -we- think we are sayingâŠit is about what -you- say nextâ The Magister replied comfortably
Brigante sagged, his bruised face hanging low He was beaten. They had won⊠âWhatever you say you want⊠Not my wifeâŠnot my childrenâŠ.â
The Magister nodded âExcellent. Then you will be our Good little Soldier thenâ
Brigante thought of Tarrithael, Laindor and Kayrissa, the latter two, squealing little bundles enjoying just being alive not even a year old, just taking sheer joy in being alive⊠He started weepingâŠ, There was noâŠThere was nothing
He hung his head.
âIâll be your good little soldierâŠjust leave my family aloneâ
The Magister even had the decency to look a little sympathetic as they looked at Brigante, and said âThen for the good of your FamilyâŠ.â
âBe our good little Soldierâ
It took a long time for the Farstrider to stop weepingâŠ.
He would be a good little soldierâŠ
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Finally got around to updating our noticeboard - Rogâs probably not going to be around to keep it up to date for a, uh⊠little while!
Update. This guild is beautiful and deserves to be happy.
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