[H-RP]The Frozen Paw Clan - A Light in the Darkness đŸ”„

If you’re poking about Pandaria in the near future, chances are you’ll see us there. The “road” takes us to the Jade Forest, where we’ll be hoping to aid Horde settlements and sway the rest to our ideas!

Another settlement needs your help, ill mark the location on your map!

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Rogmasha, any chance you guys might go to Silverpine/Hillsbrad sometime in March? If so, i may have an opportunity for some restricted if you guys may be interested.

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Our schedule for the “roaming hub” is open after Kosh’harg; chances are we’re gonna try to find our way to the Eastern Kingdoms, yeah!

Excelent. I’ll need to talk to you ingame some way, if you have an Alliance char i could contact. Or are you online now on Rog?

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Check in with Amandale!

Will do. When i get home.

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I can see you online, but says AFK

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If you’re wondering “where have those dastardly not-rebels gone?” you’re not alone!

We are in fact still on the road as part of the Roaming Hub, and will be landing in the Broken Isles starting today - with stops first in Suramar, then in Highmountain! Added details can be found here: [H(/N?)-RP] A Roaming Hub - Session Three - Durotar's Heat! đŸœïž

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Mira rates guild 5 stars on TripAdvisor.

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And there’s a little update - the original thread was getting rather long and unwieldy, figured I’d incorporate some of the nifty new forum features to compensate!

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Fancy, very structured!

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Dread swelled in the hearts of many, as she was taken in. Even the Elements were uncertain. Some others were relieved - and some yet delighted. But as they escorted her from cell to cell, sending her ever-further from the people she had fostered, the warmth in her chest grew. The smile on her face widened.

“It’s over,” they jeered. “You’ve lost.” And yet she could but smile throughout; every move through their ranks brought familiar faces who she knew were doubting. Every word spoken, whether soaked with bile or hesitant, reaffirmed what she already knew.

The one barrier holding back further infighting and bloodshed had been removed.

Dawn was coming. And her captors had ensured it would be bloody.

There’d been a brief panic, when those Twilight’s Hammer-inspired manacles were clacked on her wrists. A familiar sensation, of a familiar evil.

Thankfully, her eventual taskmasters paid them no heed - she needed to work, after all. Couldn’t have her arms manacled behind her back. There was a familiar rush of voices from the very World itself.

Dutifully, she went about her internment labour. Somewhat amused by the irony, that she’d ended up in a village that may well have been built by interned orcs, after the Second War.

Here she’d wait. For war or for death, time would tell.

With that little tidbit of story, Rogmasha is going to be out of commission IC for a little while - the exact time is yet to be determined!

People wanting to seek us out IC should go to Belok, Lancellis or Vivian for officer matters in the meantime.

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Cool, had my eye on you for a while but stuff kept me busy and i couldn’t make contact

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The constant heat was interesting to read and be around, it was like reading a book on the cold war especially with the way folk roleplayed out spies, hats off to all those involved Stygian and Claw alike!

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She tossed and turned in her uneasy rest; the stab and bullet wound that shattered her knee had grown dark and gave the sickly-sweet smell of infection.

She’d refused treatment. She needed to. “To accept the help of tyrants is to condone them”, as she’d argued so many times before. They’d forced some upon her, and that would be that.

Being so close to her childhood home brought welcome relief all the same. Collecting moss and mushrooms for apothecaries wasn’t the worst form of forced labour. The Sludge Guards kept her under close watch - but the false security they’d been granted by hearing the shaman’s powers were restrained had made one of them complacent.

Carefully, she timed sneaking the healing herbs she’d need to tend her wounds into her shirt, and learned quickly who had so little regard for life that they’d see her collecting materials as idle cleaning of the materials they needed. She listened patiently to their conversations while pretending to sleep, and snuck a few words out of her fellow prisoners where they dared. It had cost her new welts, bruises and scars, and there were times she praised her youth and her mate’s advice to eat more - to nourish herself, in preparation.

Here she’d wait. Bide her time, rebuild her strength, study her new bindings, whose makings seemed so strangely familiar from her days in the Earthen Ring.

“Everything that is, is alive.” She murmured to herself late in the night, fighting off sleep. She felt the Air on her skin, hands clawing at the Earth, body shuddering from Water’s midnight dew.

A million mentors’ words passed through her mind, but as she drifted off to sleep, she could think only of the Fire keeping her spirit lit - and what the Element had told her long ago.

“And where life is denied freedom, look to me for the flames of revolution.”

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The Whiteclaws will remember this :eyes:

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Absolutely beautiful read, revolution indeed, May the true Horde prevail and the hearts of the worthy triumph over tyranny!

See, these sorts of exciting narratives aren’t happening on the blue side. But then, would blues even want a rebellion story? The potential chaos of it all rattles me even as a concept. Few could handle it without burning the server down around them.

The blue side tends to have more trouble with consequences and all than the red side, so I imagine they’d find it a lot less enjoyable.

It’d probably just result in general paladin purge platoons, as per usual.