Jintha’Alor has been a resounding success.
It is said that only every 5,000 years do the tribes truly come together to form great strategies and maneuvers. With 50 Alliance soldiers for every 1 troll warscreamer, the Hand of Zul & Painted Shields somehow heroically still manage to continue their valiant defense over the ancient city.
This is the might of the trolls.
No defeat is ever crushing. It’s just another invitation to dance and annoy.
Now you’re speaking my language.
Sweats in Dragon Gun.
And I didn’t use my Zandalari to post. Godamnit
I healed the man who killed you!
ATAHLINI? Now white furred? Oh my, what happened?
Something is brewing in Jintha’alor. The trolls seem to have increased their drums and war cries.
What could be happening! >:D
In time, all will be revealed.
God damn western media, White washing Atahalni. everyone knows he was black in the manga.
Probably Seinfeld reruns.
I’m going to say the g word
GRIIIIIIMMMM GAAAAAAAANG!
Foevah…!!!
Finally the Loch Modan alliance forces go on the offensive, chasing Grim Gest into a green smoke machine.
Grittlebone made some rlly cutting remarks about me tonight and it stings
The spirits chose their heroes. Their champions. Let their names be immortalised, for through the power granted to them they channeled wrath so uncontested that legions of Alliance footsoldiers were blown away with a single strike.
Eight immortals. Eight champions.
Akuh. The Weaponmaster.
T’zekra. The Hydra.
Kora’je. The Warbringer.
Rebasi. The Soaring.
Kezuga. The Shapeshifter.
Zin’bala. The Armsmaster.
Tepuk. The Captain.
Taki’zulu. The Speaker of the Dunes.
(special thanks to Stormwind Infantry + Footman for being the first to flee before the terrible wrath of Zandalari supremacy)
Will make an IC narrative post shortly but right now I’m very tired, so I’ll just say thanks to everyone who participated in the Hinterlands, I hope you enjoyed it!
Word reaches the Alliance troops in Loch Modan of a plan concocted by the Horde’s Nightborne allies. A great ritual is being prepared at the excavation site; a trap to lure in and obliterate the Alliance once and for all. Following much deliberation, a small group sets out the day after to try to disrupt the ritual. While one Lady Hathaway erects a barrier around the party, the two Justicars Flamecog and Pyremaw set about using their own dark magic to affect the ritual itself before leaving the area.
In the hills west of Farstrider’s Lodge, a demonic circle now rests, steadily pulsating with a green light as it siphons fel energy to the excavation site. The land in its vicinity turns ashen and grey, critters collapse from fatigue and larger animals give the area a wide berth. Meanwhile, the Alliance discusses finally ridding themselves of the Horde’s presence by attacking them at the site, thinking the ritual no longer a threat…
“Dance spirits, dance! Up out of dem bones and fight fa de livin’!”
With a twitch upon the thread of death, the blesséd priests of the troll-entente called the countless dead of Jintha’alor. Decades of sacrifice coalesced into gloomy, tortured avatars—in service of the tribes.“Death!” The trolls cried in bouts of laugh and dance and song. Their Loa fought with them, scouring the Alliance from the city, and each heart knew, with the spirits dancing with them, they could not be stopped.
Jintha’alor is quiet now, its tiers calm as weary inhabitants set about burying the dead. There are captives to be dealt with; a fresh generation of sacrifice.
Glad Jintha’alor was saved, otherwise Nar would be waking up in the middle of the Alliance Forces.
Run Grandpa, Run!
Big thanks to Albrecht for organising the campaign and helping to make it an event to remember. ![:star_struck:](https://d1bg94bbsh66ji.cloudfront.net/en/wow/images/emoji/twitter/star_struck.png?v=6" ":star_struck:")