I might join this after talking about it IC with a member of the Paw. But since the sign-ups are closed, I will just roleplay at the camp and have Manata fight here and there offscreen. Thank you for the campaign initiative Cheoka.
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You can take my slot. My computer died and I wonât be able to attend.
Enliuâs kindly offered her place. Take herâs - hero of the Horde.
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Unless thereâs someone who feels passionate about RP-PvP and would like the spot very much, then sure! Iâm okay doing just camp rp as well since I wonât be attending all evenings.
Sorry to hear about your PC Enliu, I hope it gets fixed soon! And thank you.
HORDE!!!
Be sure to gather at Bladefist Bay at 20:00, an hour from now!
Weâll establish raid groups for the journey to the Howling Fjord not long before.
WARMODE OFF GOODNESS SAKE
For the Horde!!!
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letsssss gooo
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time to game end the alliance
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HOOOORRRRRRDEEEEEEEEEE
(man when did blizz become grammar n*zis)
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Time to hunt.
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Lets go instargram ! We counting on you!
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I look forward to tending to the Faithful in the Alliance camp, Glory to the Light, Glory to Xerâa and her Chosen.
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a very fun evening, especially for marksman hunters.
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despite the horrendous lag it was still fun
also noodles
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With both sides settled into their bases and briefed on the points of interest, the warfront is officially active!
Fighting which contributes to the daily outcome begins from 7pm realm time to 11pm realm time. Confer with your officers and commanders to see which front you will be assigned to.
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Kotobuki had arrived late to the party. The midnight hour had already past when his newly complete flying machine touched down in Westguard, the whirring of blades and engine doing little to win popularity with the sleeping soldiers. He hoped to make it up to them later with victory in the skies of Northrend but for now he was forced to endure their frowns as his tiny frame clambered out of his flying machine, the noise dying down with the engine.
The fighter ace spent the next hour or so conversing with the newly arrived Alliance forces in the area, meeting old friends and making new ones as he did the rounds. They spoke of a victory hours earlier, a good start to any campaign to be sure, though he hoped that the victory would not cause the Alliance to slip into well-earned laxity. âEarly victory, late defeatâ the old war saying went.
For the most part, the Alliance forces were pleasant to him. Some still viewed Gnomes, despite their considerable contribution to the Alliance since its founding, to be a joke race. They saw the tiny, eccentric gnomes to be a waste of their time. How could they fight against an orc? It did not bother him. He long ago learned that he would need to prove himself to others to even be recognised and he was content to do so.
After a while he returned to his flying machine. It would require some few hours of hard toil to ensure the vessel would last in these cold conditions. If frost got into the engine or the fuel he would need to spend considerable time fixing it. As he weather proofed his craft, his mind returned to why he was here.
The Sunhawks and their murderous leader.
Some viewed the Sunhawks as an old fashioned, gentlemanly order of fliers. Their leader was said to be a man of good moral standing and fought to preserve his home and the integrity of honest warfare. Kotobuki knew otherwise.
He recalled, during the Legion crisis, when all eyes should have been on the Broken shore, the Hordeâs cowardly attacks on Redridge. They sought plunder and the corpses of civilians to add to their ranks while the world burned around them. The Sun Hawks fought with them. He saw no chivalry when they dropped mana bombs in Elwynn, killing soldiers, most of them likely raw recruits, young lads drafted in desperation out of Stormwind and the home provinces, eager to defend their home against the barbarian invader. What honour was there in bombing defenceless men from above? It was one thing to defend oneâs home in such a manner but to attack the peaceful lands of Elwynn so?
At first Kotobuki had consoled himself with the idea that perhaps the Sun Hawks had sought to win the war quickly through brutality. Shed enough blood quickly, force the enemy to surrender. A sound strategy. But then came the War of Thorns and Teldrassil.
By pure happenstance, Kotobuku had been in Darnassus, training with and admiring Elven monk women. Those had been happier times. All of that changed when news spread of the sacking of Astranaar. By the time he had procured passage to Darkshore the Horde had already began to push through the Wisp wall.
The next week or so saw some of the bloodiest fighting Kotobuki imagined had ever taken place. Each battle was close, a terrible prospect. If a battle seemed hopeless or not worth fighting, a commander would pull their forces back after the initial skirmish. But with the Hordeâs war plan on the line and the Elfâs home, each battle was a close fought thing, even for the winner of such fights, casualties were high.
Then Teldrassil had burned. Kotobuki had managed to slip onto one of the few Elf crafts that escaped capture or destruction, fleeing with a handful of refugees. The sight of the burning tree sickened him, knowing that it was full of civilians, friends, families. But what he saw next turned his stomach, warped his peace-loving mind into one of wroth and vengeance.
Peering through a scope, he spotted a dragonrider, swooping down into the tree. He thought he saw more or perhaps the same rider remerging and returning but they were diving down into the city. For what end? It could only have been to cut down fleeing elves, preventing them from escaping the horrors of the fire or perhaps to take captives for ransom.
Perhaps this was not the truth but it was what Kotobuki believed. In that moment he realised what the Sun Hawks were; monsters in soldierâs clothing.
From then on, he had sworn revenge upon them. No, not revenge, justice. He would bring the monsters down in the sky, where they felt strong and safe. He would repurpose his flying machine of old from a simple mode of transport into a weapon of war, of retribution.
While the Battle of the Undercity and the expeditions to Kulâtiras were underway, Kotobuki returned to Ironforge, where he worked beside an old friend, Mion, to complete the upgrades to his flying machine before heading out to war.
It had been some time since he had fought in the air. His first battles saw him in the skies above Kulâtiras, fending off the invading Horde and then returning the favour by striking at them on Zandalar. During a battle over Nazmir, his craft took a direct him from a Goblin war machine. He thought to bring his plane down in the swamp, where quick repairs would see him in the sky again or he could scuttle the craft if need be but then he saw them below.
Horde wounded, marching back to camp. How easy it would have been to eject then, let his craft tumble down and explode, wiping them out, preventing them from returning to battle, permanently. He almost did. He felt his hand move from the controls and to his parachute. Then he remembered his old self. One who valued life above all else. He took the control once again and managed to veer the flying machine into the ocean. It meant having to swim back to shore as battle raged above him but he maintained his honour and vowed to always do so.
Yes, he would bring the Sunhawks down. But he would do so in the sky, in honourable battle. Only if they acted with dishonour in a dogfight would he return the favour. He had told half the camp as much. Let them laugh, he thought. The so called âRed Deathâ was nothing more than a limping old man on a stupid looking mount who had gone unchallenged in the air for too long. It was easy to rack up kills when no one fought back but now he would get a fight. Kotobuki would see to that. He had drawn up plans to adapt his flying machineâs weapons to fire Azerite infused rounds and explosives⌠granted he had no Azerite with which to forge such rounds. But he would continue his search. Soon Mion would arrive and they would have him in the sky again.
Tonight, he worked. Tomorrow, he hunted.
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Love it Kotobuki, love it. Are you already in the Air Combat Discord channel Horde and Alliance fliers use?
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Loved the story too.
Out of curiosity, if we have a campaign-related story we want to post, should we just drop it in this thread or can there be a separate thread for them? ie. like Drums of War and some other campaigns, keeping this one for OOC posts and announcements.
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Not as yet!
Some screenshots from Horde side last night:
https://imgur.com/a/31oJt8I
Was good fun, thanks all.
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Any updates/opinion on the balance of power? Heard some rumors that there are Alliance guilds that didnât sign up, putting the Horde in an unfavorable position.
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