Aboard ship, Valiance Keep.
Vashava sat in her private cabin, drinking. So, it was over. The Dirge had returned to Northrend and with their allies in the Assemblage of Uld, and the Order of Oronaar, had fought the foul undead once more. The monstrosities had lingered, even after the destruction of their Necropolis before, and worked to repair it. Such a threat could not be ignored, it had to be quashed, utterly, ground to dust beneath boot and cog and hoof. The three contingents had gathered their forces in the Gizzly Hills, had planned to obliterate the foe with a short, sharp raid, and set out to Zul’Drak.
It had gone wrong almost immediately. Upon arriving at the crashed Necropolis, who did they find but the Saurfangites, or the New Horde, or whatever they were called. Vashava shook her head, it didn’t matter. The cowards had gone and ruined the plan utterly. What should have been a victory, had ended with the Necropolis flying, and a victory for the Banshee Loyalists. Had those Horde fools not bogged down the initial assault with a three-way fight, in which the living had come off worse by all accounts, then…
Vashava took another gulp of manawine, scowling. It had only gotten worse in the air. After the initial fight on the ground, the Banshee Loyalists had managed to get their Necropolis flying again. The attempt to storm it and bring it down again was delayed, again, by the Horde, attacking everyone who wasn’t them. And people said that peace with such people was an option. Vashava scoffed to herself, a bitter smile crossing her face. So much for the whelp of Stormwind’s peace.
Eventually, the battle had ended in the heart of the Necropolis, with the living finally having achieved an uneasy truce, hard as it was for the Horde to understand the importance of stopping the Banshee Loyalists. But the damage had been done, and the loss was assured. Vashava looked down at her leg, only recently healed from being broken in three places by the High Executor, among other wounds. The Dirge as a whole had suffered too much in the loss, none leaving the Necropolis without wounds.
After she ripped open a portal to safety, the Assemblage, Dirge and Oronaarians had made it back to safety, and there was little left to do. A few loose ends to tie up in Northrend, and once that was done, the Dirge would return to Ashenvale. The Banshee Loyalists had won, their Necropolis, long gone. But this would not be the end of it, no, far from it. Vashava paced her cabin, her mind whirring. They would have their revenge, oh yes. The Lunar Festival approached, and the Dirge would be renewed and restored, ready to fight once more. Now, she only had to find some arcanite, perhaps a few mana-crystals, and she could get the ball rolling…
The Dirge of Teldrassil is heading to Ashenvale on the 23rd of January, and we’ll be in Northern Kalimdor for the Lunar Festival. If you want to join the guild, or want more information, don’t hesitate to /w me in game, or you can find us in the Guild Finder in-game.
We’re also part of the PCU, so if you’re not a Night Elf or Worgen, but you’re interested joining some awesome RP, check out this other thread (Also check out the latest posts there, they contain plenty of screenshots of the Battle of the Necropolis!)