Tag: Siege of Lordaeron x 6

The putrid stench of blight and formaldehyde crept across the battlefield. With a roar, the massive glowing bear charged at her undead foes, unlikely companions mere steps behind her. Chunks of rotten fetid flesh were sent flying through the air by her rending claws while brittle bones snapped between her jaws. The druid shifted to her natural form, that of a 9 foot tall minotaur, just long enough to shout to her companions, before shifting into a giant golden eagle and taking to the air to scout for wounded allies. Zigzagging across the field, her sharp eyes caught sight of a human about to be torn asunder by a jagged axe wielded by a troll missing half his torso, but as she dove a poisoned arrow found its mark. The druid fell,...

“This armor does not fit properly,” Fhaliona complained to the Dwarf beside her, tugging at the neck with a gloved hand and making an exasperated face. “How am I supposed to fight when I don't have range of motion?”

The Dark Iron peered up at her with a chuckle. “Yer not goin' tae be fightin'. We're jus' goin' tae talk tae 'im, ye ken?” Moraghlioda turned her eyes down to the Lightforged's leg. “Yer not s'posed tae strain that anywho, jus' walkin' an' exercisin' it. And yer proper armor needs repairin'.”

“Yeah, yeah, more 'stay out of trouble',” the warrior sighed. “I swear everyone thinks I actually have a death wish.” She picked at the armor again and spoke more softly. “Do you really think this is going...

The unknown paladin swiftly but carefully took the warrior back to the medic camp outside the city walls. Fhaliona would have complained had she not blacked out from blood loss. Her colleagues who were assisting the wounded took in the new casualty with shock. The large Lightforged from the war camp rushed over. “What happened?!”

The Human paladin set Fhaliona down gently and scoffed, “This idiot tried to take on Saurfang alone. She's lucky she made it out with only a leg wound.”

“Dear Light,” the Draenei muttered just barely under his breath, scooping Fhaliona up and taking her to the nearest medic while the Human returned to the battle. He would scold her later when she'd regained consciousness. A Dwarven medic...

The Lightforged woke well before dawn. She had not slept much the eve before their march, but this was normal for one haunted by the things she'd seen and done. At least today, the spirits and voices of the past would be kept silent. She began pulling on her clothing, first linen and then layers of leather that protected her skin from the heavy plate. She drew back the tent flap and took one last deep breath of fresh air. There was a very large chance she would not make it out of this battle alive; a deep sense of foreboding told Fhaliona that the Warchief once again had something up her sleeve.

“Endal no Talah,” a Kaldorei addressed her with some reverence as she exited the tent. Fhaliona regarded the Elf with a nod and made her...

The Azarite War Machine swept across the field, destroying the siege towers as Anduin Wrynn, boy-king of the Alliance, in his glistening armor lead the march from atop his grand warhorse with that wolf ever at his side.

“Prepare the blight! Let it rain down upon their armies!” Sylvanas Windrunner ordered from her place on the wall.

“There must be another way, Warchief,” Saurfang objected.

The Dark Lady turned away. “This is no time for sentiment, High Overlord. War demands that we take a more direct approach.”

Bess could not believe her ears. Their own forces were down there! This was madness! She looked to Saurfang with questioning eyes, and the old orc turned to the druid. “I don't care what you have to do, get as...

A cool breeze drifted across the clearing, tents and campfires littering the land as the Alliance prepared for the siege.

Dizarak leaned against the base of a long since fallen tree, eyes darting to and from various faces  his gaze lingering on the reason he found himself within the ranks of the Alliance once more. The middle aged human male sat among a few others  boisterous drunken cheers detailing how he would do this  that and the other thing to his enemies. Displaying his Broken Isle sized ego that frankly the Ren'dorei couldnt even fathom how it fit in his small frame. 

Silently the hired guard prayed his charge would run screaming from the fight in the morning or perhaps be entirely too trashed to merely figure out how...