[PCU] Horde Elf RP - Highblood Myrmidons

Ombashi-argent-dawn · February 28, 2023, 1:43am

Extremely interested to see where this leads. I hope that our paths cross at some point so I can see more of HRM, they have been missed!

Reldrin-argent-dawn · February 28, 2023, 2:36pm

Smoke rises from holy fire as the Prefect of the Highblood Myrmidons light a pile of mindless skeletons after a fight together with The Rotgarde in Tirisfal Glades.

Reldrin-argent-dawn · March 6, 2023, 1:57pm

Join the Myrmidons at the Tournament of the Trident!!

Ombashi-argent-dawn · March 7, 2023, 12:23am

I just got to RP with these for the first time. First impressions are important and mine was that the Highblood Myrmidons are in great hands, good things will come of this!

Nri-argent-dawn · March 10, 2023, 6:40am

Good Luck with this, couple of old friends, for anyone interested in Horde Elf RP, you couldn’t possibly be in better hands.

Reldrin-argent-dawn · March 10, 2023, 4:46pm

The Tournament of the Trident has concluded, and the winners rewarded with prizes fit of their achievements Inquisitor Lakeworth of the former Queensgarde seized the fiery Ama Noral’Felo, “saved by the Flame” in thalassian. The plume shall safekeep he who shall be known as the Spelleater for a long while. Dekarn “Trueshot”, orc of the Thirteenth, was bestowed with the golden Ran’da’s arrow, "The Hunter’s wail. Struggling at first, the orc embodied the legendary phoenix, overcoming every adversary with masterful shots. The blademaster of the Thirteenth, an orc known as Thrak, became the Champion of the melee competition after the brutal annihilation of every single opponent paving his way to victory. The war-horn Aranal, “Rise”, is in his hands now. The second day of the Tournament, dedicated to the Grand Joust, saw many of the best Knights and Dames, and pretenders, joust against each other. Each with the banners they were representing as witness. The Icon of Blood was ultimately bestowed upon Sir Hauks of Lordaeron, knight of the former Queensgarde. A glorious day for the Horde, and new life for the elven woods.

Throgann-argent-dawn · March 10, 2023, 11:02pm

Insanely badass event, thanks guys!

Vitsaus-argent-dawn · March 11, 2023, 11:22am

Epic tournament, and epic hosts with a classic elven superiority spin, I have nightmares about the political exchanges

Kärrash-argent-dawn · March 12, 2023, 4:08pm

The tents are just a blessing for rp!

Oh yeah also cool tournament, 10/10 would visit again

Zaralniel-argent-dawn · March 12, 2023, 4:17pm

I will crack you like an egg

Hope everyone but the argents enjoyed the tournament!

Watrus-argent-dawn · March 12, 2023, 4:27pm

Erronious. Lies.
Sir Hauks is of the Red Venturers exclusively, and it was in their name he rode to his glory, but oh perhaps the puffed up peacocks of Lordaeron and the High Home could not bear such a company’s victory?!

Xòtrios-argent-dawn · March 13, 2023, 12:58am

Quel Danas…

The Sunwell Plateau unfolded in front of the Highblood Myrmidons .

Difficult to assess the actual scale of the structure, for it seemed as if its creators sculpted an entire scenery into the surroundings. Even those lacking the renown true Sight of an Illidari could tell that there was such a power contained within the Shrine, that it emanated way farer than the mere stones of the buildings.

The Highbloods were sent to Quel Danas by the Sunfury Spire, with the task to meet with one of the Priests attending the Shrine. Arro, his name, would have introduced them to the matter at hand.

The golden gates swung wide as the Highblood Myrmidons approached, and a warm light shined from within the garden beyond. Fiery light blinded the supplicants as they entered , who felt the warmth of a nearby flame that was not there. The great gate closed behind with a soft brush of metal.

Thalassian guardsmen seamed the way across the fair marble path towards the first arc. There, a priest clad in gold-threaded white robes awaited the Myrmidons.

Questioned, the solemn thalassian answered with enigmatic momentum, and pragmatically short choose of words. They were to follow.

Courtyard after courtyard, in a shrine so big that it made the regiments of guards protecting it look like a bunch of sparse defenders, Arro led the pilgrims through. At times the Sun priest signaled to advance forward when that was the only possible way, as if it’s golden eyes had to scry through a maze of different paths. Siding their advance, immobile arcane golems layed immobile and in wait, compensating for the apparent lack of enough mortal defense.

Having finally arrived to the main Spire of the Shrine, the guide led the group inside, where magical orbs illuminated the masterful artisans of the Reliquary and their work: The craftsmen were still repairing sections that were damaged by the heretical invasion of many years before.

Mosaics, tapestries, columns, on each a major victory of the elven kind was depicted.
Swirls of beautiful magic danced across the walls as the Myrmidons proceeded, warding them. Though one more than adept in magic could have noticed holes in the ward, perhaps damage caused by the burning legion, and the treacherous Prince.

Before the final descent, where the Lights burned down, other priests with ceremonial robes fashioned like those of the Myrmidon’s “guide” approached the group. They swing magical censers fashioned from truesilver, spreading the Sunwell’s warmth that way, and each bid the Highbloods to disrobe, offering candid simple vests in return.

Every soldier felt the supernatural gaze of the religious figures upon them, examinating and inspecting their bodies. Thoes gifted with True Sight could have told that each of the figures bore a blinding arcane aura.

“To show you what I saw, you must be ready” Arro said.

Having seemingly deduced what they could from each Myrmidon, the Sun priests walked around the gathered, murmuring their incantations while the incense permeated the faithful’s senses. What previously seemed like phisical inspection was now pursued through magical, divinatory means.
Those Thalassians seemed ancient and powerful beyond average standards, even for elves. Their magic appeared like an intricated spell of intertwined wards for their targets and the suffucation of corrupting magic at the same time.
The body and soul of every Highblood seemed impossibilitated to provoke any kind of harm, or disrespect.

Now changed, the Myrmidons were led by Arro down the last corridor and into the very Sunwell’s chambers. Opening into a round plateau, the chambers revealed a circle of elite elven guards guarding the whole perimeter, ever quiet and solemn, like statues.
Runes lined the ancient pillars and the floor, each representing a ward and an “idea”.
Urithair, Caladai, Senthoi and even Oriour could have been easily recognized and each was glowing in a slow, eternal rythm.

The Sunwell

And it glowed brighter than the Sun, a pillar challenging the heavens, now visible above the soldiers. Fiery light enveloped them, but soon, so soon, the light of the Sunwell turned into a welcoming sensation, like the warmth of a mother.

Their soul, their very essence was teased with peace… respite… energy…magic.

It appeared as they laid their first step inside, that the power of the Well alone would make for a bigger threat than any invader, if at any point it was to fall into chaos.
The walls still bore the paintings of warning and memento against the Burning Legion…Millions of elves depicted in every detail, burning under the demonic shape of the Eredar Lord.

The priest instructed the Highbloods to take place around the well, and prepare. A lithany in the elven tongue followed, joined by other priests that entered the circle chanting spells of warding and divination.
Their magic permeated the soldiers, protecting them further, before it swirled upwards in an hurricane of sparkling magical particles all of a sudden.

Admist the roar of flames, Arro’s voice thundered, bidding the Myrmidons to join the incantation.

“Caladai”

“Urithair”

“Senthoi”

“BELORE”

“Omen, threat, disgrace.” The criptic Sun priest stated while approaching each of the soldier. The sole warning of the apex of the divinating ritual.

All happened in a flash, blinded by white-hot flames the possessed chant of the priests slowly suffucated for the Highbornes as Arro approached, laying two finger onto their foreheads.

Each warrior fell unconscious.

The Myrmidons regained vision in what now looked like the blurred depiction of Eversong. Every tree was charred, everything else was nothing but ash.

By the bones and skulls left at their feets, It was as if the Scar devoured what remained of the woods and of Silvermoon there was to trace left. Towering above them, taller than the Sunfury Spire, was a Fire Lord in all it’s fiery power and fury, triumphant over a desert of ashes.

One after another the soldiers launched themselves against the Fire Lord, one after another they died.

They woke up on improvised stretchers, in the external courtyard facing the golden gates of the Plateau. There was no presence of the priest who led them inside, but the Emissary instead. Maedreth exhaled in relief, nodding at the unit with a grim look on his face.

The matter at hand was clear.

Reldrin-argent-dawn · March 13, 2023, 1:00am

Vysare-argent-dawn · March 15, 2023, 11:55pm

Today the Myrmidons in cooperation with the Rotgarde fought of Primalists! After they prepared for tomorrow. Come join us it’s worth your time!

Reldrin-argent-dawn · March 16, 2023, 1:02am

The Myrmidons answer the call of Overlord Azuk, leaving Silvermoon City at dusk. On their way to Hammerfall, they meet with the Rotgarde and continue together. The primalist servants of Baron Calypse ambush their forces close to Tarren Mill, in Hillsbrad. With their foes vanquished, the soldiers are forced to slow their march and rest in the nearby town for a night, allowing their wounded comrades to recover. In Quel’thalas, agents of the Spire work restlessly, searching for skilled individuals with the right mindset to be conscripted and sent to the front.

Reldrin-argent-dawn · March 19, 2023, 12:37am

The Myrmidons march alongside their Horde allies, led by visions of dark flames given by the Sunwell and duty to their nation. Stopping for the night and making camp in the Blasted Lands

Reldrin-argent-dawn · March 21, 2023, 12:50pm

The Myrmidons and the Rotgarde began their operations in Blackrock, determined to find and retrieve what dark relics are carried by their foes. They catch Draconids of “The Sundered Flames” renegade order north of Firewatch Ridge. Having slain the vile reptilians, a dwarven grimoire warded with fiery incantation is retrieved.

Xòtrios-argent-dawn · March 22, 2023, 1:23am

The third day begins with the Stone Guard’s call to arms. The banners march on Dreadmaul Rock and clash with void cultists, fel renegades and the assembled forces of the Alliance. The colossal battle is fierce, and reinforcements are called from Quel’thalas.

Reldrin-argent-dawn · March 22, 2023, 1:58am

Reldrin-argent-dawn · March 22, 2023, 11:43pm

The Myrmidons and the Rotgarde continue into their researches. With more knowledge of the grimoire, they follow a trail that leads into an old Dark iron escavating mine. With the help of an Argent crusade unit, keeping cultists at bay, the group retrieves one of the relics described in the grimoire.