Amberpine Lodge, Grizzly Hills, Northrend.
Vashava stood, wind swirling around her, watching Conquest Hold in the distance. Just in front of her, a steep drop down into a gully and the lumber mill lay, no railing between the drop and her. Yet her robes remained un-moving, her hair still. Magic thrummed around her, shielding her from the elements, as she gazed upon Conquest Hold unflinchingly, her mind whirring. In one hand, she held a letter, in the other, a glass of manawine.
She had been voted Commander of the Alliance Forces in this operation, and on her shoulders lay the responsibility for success. A heavy weight, but one shared. Her fellow commanders were intelligent, capable, spoke freely and at the ready, as were their forces. They knew their tasks, their strengths, and the overall plan. A plan that she mulled over even now, thinking of possibilities, probabilities, tactics and counters. They would have victory, together.
Of course, the Horde had brought it on themselves. They had rejected the peace offered to them, and so had chosen the path of war. So be it. The Alliance would end their threat, and see peace and security return to these lands. Vashava took a sip of manawine, and turned, returning to the Lodge. Maps, reports, stock-lists, all had to be considered…
The Dirge of Teldrassil have travelled north, to participate in the [PCU/Conflict RP] Cold Front: Grizzly Hills (09/06 - 15/06) campaign! If you want to join the Dirge (or the campaign for that matter), jump on a ship and head to Northrend!