The young prelate sat isolated in the tower at Gromâgol. Her hands clasped and lowered, resting on her lap, muttering to herself with her eyes closed. It wasnât long till her concentration was broken by orcs and goblins yelling around the camp. Ashâtani picked herself up and walked to the edge of the tower platform, peering down at the Horde going about their business.
Her prayers and worship to Rezan became few since the Hordeâs arrival in Stranglethorn Vale, it may have angered her but it never did stop the pale trollâs devotion to her loa.What mostly concerned her was the constant internal affair within the warpack led by the Tetrarch. It swirled around her head like a hurricane, she didnât want to stay here any longer. However, her prayers were answered.
A troll riding on top of a raptor arrives at Gromâgol, his raptor slows down and strides towards the centre of the base camp before yellingâŚ
âPainted Shields, ya tetrarch requires ya to return to Bambala with de rest of da warpack! Ya have defended dis base camp well, but Tetrarch Kezuga needs ya to fall in!â
Ashâtani peers down from the tower eyeing the rider, letting a soft sigh escape.
âThank da loa.â
Greetings, greetings!
The seventh rastari cohort have just returned from the Relic and Ritual campaign. Stranglethorn Vale was a kino place to roleplay this pass week as we fought undead trolls, living trolls, non-trolls. The whole place was alive with roleplay and thatâs just the way we like things.
Weâre back in Orgrimmar with the upcoming week mostly being quiet but weâll be around for roleplay and recruitment.
Yo a whole troll warpack? Orchestrated by the Painted Shields and rest of amazing community? Definitely worth checking out my favourite Rastari dudes and the terrace of tribes. Its been amazing experience in the campaign with all of us rolling in and definitely not screaming at the Horde.
The Highblood Myrmidons had been exploring the depths of the sunken temple, once filled with trolls devoted to the Hakkar the Soulflayer. Now, only echoes of dark voodoo remained.
The myrmidons encountered spirits that could mimic their appearance and cause a lot of damage to their excavation and so, they went and asked the Painted Shields to help them get to the bottom of the unrest within the temple.
The seventh rastari cohort went inside the sunken temple, along with the elves and they too encountered the mimics that stole their appearance and for a while, people could not tell friend from foe.
The Painted Shields discovered the source of this power. A loa! None which others had heard of but was capable of causing trickery and deceit and called himself âDikithaâ.
The waters of Zandalar were plagued once more by a nuisance. This time, it so happened to be pirates that attacked the trade routes that Zandalari ships used. But the sloppy buccaneers left a trail back to their hideout.
Their crimes against Zandalar was met with immediate and extreme prejudice. Dinokil, a veteran of the seventh rastari cohort, lead the soldiers by air to land on the shore of the the Southsea Freebooterâs island hideout and fought their way through to a ship that was harbouring the stolen goods.
While at the Circus of Glory, Tetrarch Kezuga met a goblin who spoke a lot about his exploits in Tanaris but the one tale that peaked his interest was how he once stumbled upon a band of ogres leaving an old Farraki ruin with the treasure he was searching for.
The goblin lost track of them in the Badlands but only recently did he find signs of dark voodoo within the area. Parata lead the seventh rastari cohort to the Badlands to investigate this themselves.
They soon found the band of ogres, harnessing death magic. Where they tread, the land withered away and the unlucky travellers that crossed them were left behind as empty husks. These ogres possessed a tiki mask which powers resembled that of the loa of death, Muehâzala.
So there we were, minding our own business in Orgrimmar until talks of a game of âfootbombâ were heard around the Valley of Honor. We went to Bilgewater Harbour and watched the Hand of Conquest and Bilgewater Battalion compete against each other.
After that, the Hand of Conquest suddenly challenged us to a game of âfishballâ or as we Zandalari like to call it (they also invented this game in lore btw), FUSâOBEA!
It was a fun turn of circumtances during our off-event day and itâs nice to see this kind of roleplay reaching beyond Orgrimmar.
The ancient rules of awesomeness dictate that anything that has dinosaurs in it will automaticly be awesome and thus when the Cohort participated everything only became better!
âNOOOO you cant just turn into a dinosaur!â
Haha dinosaur go grrrr
Word of centaur aggression had reached Zandalar. They were constantly targetting Shadowprey Village and their raids had only become bolder and unrelenting. It was only a matter of time before the village would be overrun.
The Darkspear Tribe asked the aid of the Zandalari to lend their muscle to banish these centaur from the village and the seventh rastari cohort answered the call.
The Festival of Gold. What was supposed to be a lively market, teeming with life and business ended up in a massacre as vendors and citizens aliked drew their blades from their scabbards and sashes, revealing themselves as renegades of the Widowâs Bite.
They lashed out on to the citizens, causing chaos in the city while they struck out at their targets. Queen Talanji and Bwonsamdi. While the former was barely escaped her demise, the Barrow of Bwonsamdi was being raided until the renegadeâs attack was quelled by the cityâs defenders.
It was too late before they realised the Widowâs Bite had taken off with the priesthood of Bwonsamdi.
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Zuldazar was searched tirelessly for any trace of Widowâs Bite members that took off with the priesthood of Bwonsamdi. Deep in the thicket, they found ruins that were lit up by torches throughout the area and Zandalari dressed in black and white were spotted peaking from the bushes. The scouts reported back to Dazarâalor and in a desperate attempt to quell this new threat immediately, defenders of Zandalar were sent out to check these ruins.
They marched through a clearing and towards the ruins and were soon hailed on by a volley of arrows. While they were pinned down by arrow fire, the Widowâs Bite revealed themselves, screaming bloody murder as they charged.
The defenders of Zandalar pushed the Widowâs Bite back, following their retreat to a village within the ruins. After clearing the village, they found the priesthood held prisoner.
Just for a moment, the defenders were confident the sun would rise on a hopeful Zandalar until suddenly a beam of dark voodoo rose from the swamps of Nazmir. The sky began to darken as clouds shifted in an unnatural pace. A great storm covered Zandalar and none could see the horizon beyond the island. A shadow loomed over them and there was no way out of it.
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