As the war on all fronts takes a slow and certain turn against the Hordeâs plans, Darkshore gains some breather and some among the Black Moon Armyâs troops take to the defense of Kalimdor as a whole: Camp Mojache and the other Tauren Camps of Feralas have pinned up warning posts to advice the Shuâhalo not to wander the wilds alone due to the presence of a chimaera-riding warrior of ruthless savagery who hunts at night - attacking any and all Tauren that wander alone; armed and civilian alike, driven by the Black Moonâs revenge. The tides of vengeance advance.
A crippled Night Elf makes his way to the noticeboards of Feathermoon Stronghold. There, he effectively hammers several notices. The notices are written in Common, for all to see.
Take grave caution when traversing the forests of Feralas! The so-called Proudhorn tribe nomadize the woods. They welcome the murderers of Teldrassil into their homes and, after clear negotiations, show no remorse in doing so.
Upon encountering them, one must always remain vigilant as they try to make use of their neutrality to thinly veil their true selves. But make no mistake, the Nomads stand with the Horde â and in doing so, condone the Burning of Teldrassil.
Be wary, be wary!
Iâve also added this thread to the Night Elf RP thread, thank you for reviving it! Letâs hope this one doesnât get locked. =)
Parchments were made from thin layers of black woodland bark and pinned up across the various remaining Night Elven settlements and holdouts of Kalimdor.
"Warriors of the Night, we have not yet had our vengeance."
âAs we struggle to maintain our ancient oath of preserving the worldâs natural balance and scramble for our own survival, the tyrant Highborne soft-skins sit comfortable on their bejeweled thrones of luxury; drunk on magic, wine and orgies alike while they overlook their magical cities of spoiling conveniences; Suramar and Silvermoon. Just like in ages past, they immerse themselves in vile plots, scheming conquest, destruction and corruption of the world, but this time they do not bargain with the Legion to achieve this; their toys are the Horde scum. The Scourge of Sylvanas are only an obstacle in the way and so are the children of the Orcs, Tauren and Trolls. Our true enemy - the enemy of Life - is the âchildren of noble birthâ.â
âTo them, we were always nothing but mud dwelling savages who lurk in the dark woods and coexist with worthless beasts and tribes of the moonkin and the furbolgs alike. It is by the primal fury of these wild kin of ours that the Horde will be purged once and for all, it is by this unmatched savagery that the defilers of the Horde and the spoiled soft-skins of the Highborne will suffer terrible vengeance. Darkshore is only a beginning; pave the way and fan out to the rest of Kalimdor, bring with you the wrath of the dark woods; let the black grasp of the earth itself devour them whole and the dark fury of the Night Warrior destroy them from above. Cast down your glaives into the black moonwell of vengeance to empower them and carry out this blackness to the corners of Kalimdor, for our victory is not complete until every Horde soldier and civilian are purged from Kalimdor. Andu Falah Dor.â
Neat bit, but thereâs one thing that bugs me here:
bearing the sigil of the Army of the Blackmoon at the bottom.
The piece is obviously quite emotionally charged while talking about the Highborne.
I think this is a little odd since the Shenâdralar / Mordentâs lot are by this point a fairly integral part of the Kaldorei forces. While I have no doubt that some would toss all of them in the same pot (Highborne with Sinâdorei and Shalâdorei), it doesnât sit too well with me that this is essentially âsoldâ as the official stance of the Army of the Black Moon. It implies they generalise in this way, even though there are âchildren of noble birthâ fighting among them / fought among them in the past / having kept open the portals that saved refugees from burning in Teldrassil. Itâs generally a bit iffy to speak for a lore organisation thatâs led by NPCs.
for our victory is not complete until every Horde soldier and civilian are purged from Kalimdor
This might also be problematic because we donât actually know how the Kaldorei handle civilians currently.
Iâd maybe make this a more personal statement of your group / yourself instead of the lore organisation / a specific unit of the Black Moon Army. Just my 2 cents.
Ogre numbers have been dramaticly thinned in the Wildâs, most worryingly however is that it doesnt seem to be the work of either the Horde or the Alliance.
Items left in the rampage such as Naga harpoonâs and tridents suggest that the cursed kin of Azshara have ventured inland in what would be an unprecedented move.
A small group of Kaldorei baring the light of Elune were seen following the wake of destruction.
They soon made their return journey, leaving behind the smoldering ruin of the incursion force of Naga, one of them members no longer with them.
A loud, wheelchaired Night Elf is seen - and heard - speaking to several Moonclaws in Feathermoon Stronghold. Here and there, some may overhear the elf to mention the name âMia Mangleâ to them â but not with a positive tone. He mentions that she is wasteful of resources, disrespectful to the kaldorei and a nuisance to all.
Those of the Darnassian Watchers that remain after Teldrassil receive worrying information about the Hand of Cenarius. Though there is no certain evidence, it has been reported that the group currently harbours two potential mage-killers, going by the names of Morverne and Nerathion. More worryingly, the tip given states that the groupâs leader, Mythundis, is in support of their views.
For now, this remains an allegation without any evidence of real criminal activity, though Nerathion is reported to be associated with a radical group: The Cenarion Guardians.
Over the last few nights, and clash of hammer on metal has sounded from the Stronghold. Light has flared in divine displays and for long hours the work being done has been unrelenting.
Finally, the work has ceased after the coming of the moons Zenith, prayers were cried to the moon as a woman stood upon the shore baring a Cresent moon aloft, a moon that burnt with white flames.