Exidous
07-04-2007, 01:15 PM
"It would appear that our position has not been compromised, and we will have complete surprise my lord..." Exidous reported. The small band of Forsaken military had been cutting their way through the Alliance forces defending the Hillsbrad Foothills. Their march was clear, until passing into the foothills, where their road to Tarren Mills was cut off by a small Dwarven and Human reinforcement.
The Forsaken Commander had pushed his troops north, up away from the stone paved road, just south of the Alterac Mountains. A risky move, as they now had the wild life, local thieves, and the Alliance to worry about. Fortunately, the thieves and wildlife did not single either faction out. They would undoubtedly give the Alliance just as much trouble. The Forsaken had slaughtered the near by encampment of thieves, and waited for the approaching Alliance forces. They had been on their trail the entire drive north. He would have no part in dragging them to the Mills.
"What would you have of me?" Exidous asked anxiously.
"You will stand the frontline, with todays forces Exidous. It is time you tasted the brunt of battle."
Exidous smiled, unsheathing his short sword, and pulling his shield close, "I will not disappoint you."
"Form up!" called out the commander, instructing his men to form their ranks just around the bend. As the Alliance forces approached, they prepared a charge.
"Lieutenant, take your men further north, and stay behind the trees and bushes. On my signal, flank them."
The Lieutenant, jawless, nodded and waved his sword in the air for his small squad to follow. Anticipation, anxiety... all emotions most may feel. Cold, numbness, and focus - these seemed to be all that Exidous could ever feel since his departure from the living world, and reanimation to the Forsaken. His brief control under the Scourge flag was but a nightmare that could not be remembered. Constantly reminded that he was used, Exidous knows nothing of the deeds he performed while a puppet in the Scourge army. It bothered him little now, but lingered.
Exidous saw the top of an armored head bobbing up and down as it approached. He could hear the march of heavy Dwarven footsteps; it was a musical introduction to what would soon be a field of clashing swords, bashing shields, and bodies.
-To Be Continued-
The Forsaken Commander had pushed his troops north, up away from the stone paved road, just south of the Alterac Mountains. A risky move, as they now had the wild life, local thieves, and the Alliance to worry about. Fortunately, the thieves and wildlife did not single either faction out. They would undoubtedly give the Alliance just as much trouble. The Forsaken had slaughtered the near by encampment of thieves, and waited for the approaching Alliance forces. They had been on their trail the entire drive north. He would have no part in dragging them to the Mills.
"What would you have of me?" Exidous asked anxiously.
"You will stand the frontline, with todays forces Exidous. It is time you tasted the brunt of battle."
Exidous smiled, unsheathing his short sword, and pulling his shield close, "I will not disappoint you."
"Form up!" called out the commander, instructing his men to form their ranks just around the bend. As the Alliance forces approached, they prepared a charge.
"Lieutenant, take your men further north, and stay behind the trees and bushes. On my signal, flank them."
The Lieutenant, jawless, nodded and waved his sword in the air for his small squad to follow. Anticipation, anxiety... all emotions most may feel. Cold, numbness, and focus - these seemed to be all that Exidous could ever feel since his departure from the living world, and reanimation to the Forsaken. His brief control under the Scourge flag was but a nightmare that could not be remembered. Constantly reminded that he was used, Exidous knows nothing of the deeds he performed while a puppet in the Scourge army. It bothered him little now, but lingered.
Exidous saw the top of an armored head bobbing up and down as it approached. He could hear the march of heavy Dwarven footsteps; it was a musical introduction to what would soon be a field of clashing swords, bashing shields, and bodies.
-To Be Continued-