Deke
12-19-2005, 03:08 PM
I stood solemnly in the Valley of Honor, examining a new set of mithril spurs I had just forged. I stared down at his hands for a moment - calloused, leathery, scarred - contemplating the events of the past few days. These hands, that once were eager to snatch the soul from any living, breathing creature, now only worked to produce the weapons, armor and materials to arm other soldiers. I sighed heavily, about to begin work on another project when a messenger raced up behind me. I wheeled to greet the scrawny young orc as the messenger skidded to a halt before me, sweaty and out of breath.
"Sergeant Khrom! Sergeant Khrom" he huffed. "I have an urgent message for you! From the Warchief himself!"
I scowled, "What does the Warchief want with me?"
"I don't know, Sergeant. I was directed to deliver this message to you immediately" The messenger held out a scroll, tied neatly with a black silk band and sealed with a wax Insignia of the Horde.
Taking the scroll in my hands, I offered a couple silver pieces to the messenger. "Be on your way, young one. And thank you." The messenger smiled and nodded, dashing off back towards the center of the city. As I opened the sealed document, a deep sense of foreboding filled my body, mind and soul. I sat down heavily next to the anvil I was previously using to read it.
...Senior Sergeant Korgul "Headbuster" Khrom:
Greetings to you from Thrall, High Warchief of the Horde. In recent times I have heard much of your accomplishments in the war against the Alliance. Your service to the Horde, your brothers and sisters, and even to me has not gone unnoticed. I understand you are taking some time to refine your skills as an artisan - a blacksmith, yes? I salute you for this and hope you are progressing well.
However, my reason for contacting you is far from peaceful. As you may have heard, in celebration of Winter Veil, a peace delegation was sent to Stormwind for a grand ball with one of the Alliance guild who also wishes peace - The Tears of Elune. The delegation was slaughtered - cut down in their tracks, unarmed and unarmored. This action cannot and will not go unpunished.
I command that you assemble your marines and stand before me in my chambers tomorrow morning at sunrise. There I shall detail your role in retribution.
For the glory of the Horde!
...
"A peace delegation... figures. The diplomats always think they can talk away all the hate and hostility. Very short-sighted." I thought. i rubbed my hand over my face, tugging at the long, braided beard hanging beneath my chin. "At least they're trying though. Can't fault 'em for that." I hauled myself to my feet and began packing my crafting supplies. The trades were going to have to wait for another day.
I strode into Thrall's chambers just before dawn the next morning. Thrall was there with his usual entourage, scowling and growling as only the mighty Warchief can. I marched up to the throne and dropped to one knee, bowing my head to Thrall in respect. I was actually surprised with how quickly he greeted me.
"Stand, warrior. What brings you to my chambers this day?" The Warchief's booming voice echoed in the hall.
I stood immediately and snapped-to. "Senior Sergeant Korgul Khrom, commander of the Elemental Marines, reporting as ordered, Warchief!" I barked in response.
"Ahhh yes. Sergeant Khrom." Thrall narrowed his eyes at me. "Where are your marines, Sergeant?"
"The marines have disbanded, Warchief. Scattered off to distant lands, some raising families, others still seeking fortune and glory."
"You disbanded them?" Thrall's voice was developing an edge that started making me a little uneasy.
"No, Warchief. The Marines were disbanded after raid on Southshore over a year ago, Warchief. Of the thirty that led the assault, only 6 of us survived. The rest fell in battling, holding ground while the other Horde units fell back to the Mill. There just weren't enough of us left."
"Indeed..." Thrall paced back and forth as he spoke. "Well... I have need for their services once again. I need their particular... talents."
"Yes, Warchief. What would you have us do?"
"Retribution, Sergeant. The Alliance has no interest in peace. They continue to threaten our lands, our brothers and sisters, and spill the blood of innocent people. And this... this.. Winter Tears fiasco.. was the final straw."
"What happened, Warchief?"
"A Horde delegation was invited to a peaceful, holiday event to be held in the Human capital city of Stormwind. This guild... The Tears of Elune... sponsored this event. Alas, it appears that it was nothing more than a disguise for continued Alliance treachery. Shortly after the party had begun, several cloaked assassins entered the ballroom and began killing the delegation. It was a slaughter. The delegation was unarmed and unarmored, as was requested by the hosting parties."
"The delegation was unarmed? That was foolish of them, Warchief."
"I know. I warned them, but in the interests of peace, they wanted to be accommodating. And now, in the interests of war, we shall be accommodating as well."
I shook my head solemnly. "They should have known better. Diplomats. Bah. The best diplomat I know of is overwhelming military might."
"What would you have us do, Warchief?"
"Assemble your marines, Sergeant. I have other emissaries gathering troops as we speak. You and your marines will be attached to one of the other units. The targets will be detailed at a later time for security reasons."
I saluted Thrall, High Warchief of the Horde. "Yes, Warchief!"
I turned on my heels and marched out of Thrall's chambers, wondering where in the hell I was going to find 40 warriors worthy of being marines.
OOC: I'll clean this up later and there will be more as well. We're putting together a sizeable raid (not sure what the target will be), and now we've got a good RP reason to do so. The Marines are going to go on the raid IC, so any RPers that are interested in getting dirty with the Elemental Marines , get ahold of me (Headbuster) in game.
"Sergeant Khrom! Sergeant Khrom" he huffed. "I have an urgent message for you! From the Warchief himself!"
I scowled, "What does the Warchief want with me?"
"I don't know, Sergeant. I was directed to deliver this message to you immediately" The messenger held out a scroll, tied neatly with a black silk band and sealed with a wax Insignia of the Horde.
Taking the scroll in my hands, I offered a couple silver pieces to the messenger. "Be on your way, young one. And thank you." The messenger smiled and nodded, dashing off back towards the center of the city. As I opened the sealed document, a deep sense of foreboding filled my body, mind and soul. I sat down heavily next to the anvil I was previously using to read it.
...Senior Sergeant Korgul "Headbuster" Khrom:
Greetings to you from Thrall, High Warchief of the Horde. In recent times I have heard much of your accomplishments in the war against the Alliance. Your service to the Horde, your brothers and sisters, and even to me has not gone unnoticed. I understand you are taking some time to refine your skills as an artisan - a blacksmith, yes? I salute you for this and hope you are progressing well.
However, my reason for contacting you is far from peaceful. As you may have heard, in celebration of Winter Veil, a peace delegation was sent to Stormwind for a grand ball with one of the Alliance guild who also wishes peace - The Tears of Elune. The delegation was slaughtered - cut down in their tracks, unarmed and unarmored. This action cannot and will not go unpunished.
I command that you assemble your marines and stand before me in my chambers tomorrow morning at sunrise. There I shall detail your role in retribution.
For the glory of the Horde!
...
"A peace delegation... figures. The diplomats always think they can talk away all the hate and hostility. Very short-sighted." I thought. i rubbed my hand over my face, tugging at the long, braided beard hanging beneath my chin. "At least they're trying though. Can't fault 'em for that." I hauled myself to my feet and began packing my crafting supplies. The trades were going to have to wait for another day.
I strode into Thrall's chambers just before dawn the next morning. Thrall was there with his usual entourage, scowling and growling as only the mighty Warchief can. I marched up to the throne and dropped to one knee, bowing my head to Thrall in respect. I was actually surprised with how quickly he greeted me.
"Stand, warrior. What brings you to my chambers this day?" The Warchief's booming voice echoed in the hall.
I stood immediately and snapped-to. "Senior Sergeant Korgul Khrom, commander of the Elemental Marines, reporting as ordered, Warchief!" I barked in response.
"Ahhh yes. Sergeant Khrom." Thrall narrowed his eyes at me. "Where are your marines, Sergeant?"
"The marines have disbanded, Warchief. Scattered off to distant lands, some raising families, others still seeking fortune and glory."
"You disbanded them?" Thrall's voice was developing an edge that started making me a little uneasy.
"No, Warchief. The Marines were disbanded after raid on Southshore over a year ago, Warchief. Of the thirty that led the assault, only 6 of us survived. The rest fell in battling, holding ground while the other Horde units fell back to the Mill. There just weren't enough of us left."
"Indeed..." Thrall paced back and forth as he spoke. "Well... I have need for their services once again. I need their particular... talents."
"Yes, Warchief. What would you have us do?"
"Retribution, Sergeant. The Alliance has no interest in peace. They continue to threaten our lands, our brothers and sisters, and spill the blood of innocent people. And this... this.. Winter Tears fiasco.. was the final straw."
"What happened, Warchief?"
"A Horde delegation was invited to a peaceful, holiday event to be held in the Human capital city of Stormwind. This guild... The Tears of Elune... sponsored this event. Alas, it appears that it was nothing more than a disguise for continued Alliance treachery. Shortly after the party had begun, several cloaked assassins entered the ballroom and began killing the delegation. It was a slaughter. The delegation was unarmed and unarmored, as was requested by the hosting parties."
"The delegation was unarmed? That was foolish of them, Warchief."
"I know. I warned them, but in the interests of peace, they wanted to be accommodating. And now, in the interests of war, we shall be accommodating as well."
I shook my head solemnly. "They should have known better. Diplomats. Bah. The best diplomat I know of is overwhelming military might."
"What would you have us do, Warchief?"
"Assemble your marines, Sergeant. I have other emissaries gathering troops as we speak. You and your marines will be attached to one of the other units. The targets will be detailed at a later time for security reasons."
I saluted Thrall, High Warchief of the Horde. "Yes, Warchief!"
I turned on my heels and marched out of Thrall's chambers, wondering where in the hell I was going to find 40 warriors worthy of being marines.
OOC: I'll clean this up later and there will be more as well. We're putting together a sizeable raid (not sure what the target will be), and now we've got a good RP reason to do so. The Marines are going to go on the raid IC, so any RPers that are interested in getting dirty with the Elemental Marines , get ahold of me (Headbuster) in game.