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Tanis

08-05-2005, 6:19 PM

Doomhammer, Warchief of the Clans, has fled, and the majority of the Orcish Clans have either fled through the dark portal, or fallen back to the last Orc-held territory: The Dwarven homeland of Khaz Modan. Zuluhed, chieftan of the Dragonmaw Clan, has called all remaining Orc forces to him, and he has fortified his postion in the mountain fortress of Grim Batol. His dragon-riders have plagued the lands of Lordaeron and Azeroth too long. The Alliance is mustering.

FORCES
Alliance- Availiable races are Human, Dwarf, Gnome, or Elf. The forces of the alliance are pushing through the outer borders of Kahz Modan and have begun a siege on the Orc-held Dwarven fortress of Grim Batol. Their Objective is to break hrough the Orc forces and free the Dragon Queen, Alexstraza.

Hoard- Availiable races are Orc, Troll, Goblin, or Ogre. All remaining forces of the Hoard have fallen back to Grim Batol, and are fending off attack after attack by the Alliance Siege Force. Their objective is to prevent the Dragon Queen from being freed, and to break the siege on Grim Batol.

Any of the races can be listed as Neutral in Affiliation. These characters are neither Hoard nor Allaince, but may have their own goals and objectives.

CHARACTER SHEET- Fill in and post to join the fray!
NAME-
RACE-
AGE-
AFFILIATION-
WEAPON-
HEIGHT-
WEIGHT-

Kamikazie190

08-05-2005, 6:53 PM

If your planning on keeping this in the timeframe it belongs, Dwarven Rifleman/Mortar teams didn't exist, Gnomish Submarines control the coast, and the standard alliance seige weapon was none other than the balista.

Also, dwarven and goblin demolition teams would probably be used to assault walls.

I'll join up with this if you can prove your gunna hang around for the duration... and you offer a bit more of a plot.

Tanis

08-05-2005, 7:14 PM

Well, You have my word I will stay for the RPG, if that is not enough i do not know what is. I am aware that mortar teams and rifleman are not going to be around.

About the plot, what can I tell you. Doomhammer fled his internment camp. All but the Dragonmaw and Bleeding Hollow Clans have fled through the Dark Portal. Zuluhed is fortifying his postion in Grim Batol, and the Alliance Siege Force has surrounded the mountain and is preparing for a full out attack. If you join the Alliance, you have to break into the mountain and complete one of two objectives. You can free the Red Dragon Queen Alexstraza, or you can find Zuluhed and end his threat to the Allaince. If you are Hoard, you must either break out of the mountain and flee by eliminating 6 lieutenants of the Alliance, or you can destroy the Alliance General to completely eliminate the threat. Of course you must defend the lieutenants and Generalif you are Alliance, and you must defend Zuluhed and Alexstraza if you are Hoard.

Black.Ice

08-05-2005, 11:14 PM

To be honest, I was a bit skeptical when you first posted this and was contemplating what to do with it. However, it seems that you have a fairly sound plot in mind. If you haven't already, I would encourage you to check out the Warboards FAQ which contains a section on RP'ing and the RP Guide posted at the top of the forum.

If you have any questions, don't hesitate to contact me!

Tanis

08-06-2005, 9:49 AM

Thank you Black Ice. Despite the sound plot, it doesn't seem to be picking up with anyone.I'll check out the FAQs after I get done replying. Well, I suppose I'll post my character sheet.

NAME- Vorsh Bloody Axe
RACE- Forest Troll
AGE- 33
AFFILIATION- Hoard
WEAPON- Stone Tomahawk
HEIGHT- 6' 1"
WEIGHT- 180 Lbs
HISTORY- Vorsh was the leader of a vicious war party of trolls when the the Allaince launched the devastating Troll Wars against the lanky Forest Trolls. Many tribes of the Trolls were destroyed or imprisoned, and Vorsh took the mantle of leadership of a tribe of his people. When Zuluhed took Grim Batol and offered an alliance with Vorsh, he eagerly accepted it as a chance to get back at the Alliance. His tribe, numbering around forty, are outside of Grim Batol, and using hit and run attacks all over the advancing Alliance Siege Force. Now that the ASF has surrounded and is preparing to attack Grim Batol, Vorsh and his Trolls are still using hit and run tactics against supply trains and barracks on the outer edge of the ASF encampment.

kongurous

08-06-2005, 12:09 PM

NAME- Llane Graveheart
RACE- Human
AGE- 27
AFFILIATION- Alliance
WEAPON- Warhammer
HEIGHT- 6'4"
WEIGHT- 210
HISTORY- Llane was one of the Azerothian refugees from the First War, though he was one of the last to leave because he would have rather died protecting Azeroth than go to Lordaeron. When he reached Lordaeron, he almost immediatly enlisted as a footman against the Horde. From Hillsbrad to Dun Modr, he was almost the best footman the Alliance had ever seen! He was promoted to knight during the battle of Dun Algaz, and killed the first ogre his particular unit had ever fought. He remained as a knight through the Second War, and is now in the "first strike" unit of the Alliance Siege Force, meaning that when the final assault begins, he'll be one of the first into the breach.

Ok, Tanis, is this character sheet ok?

Black.Ice

08-06-2005, 12:42 PM

Thank you Black Ice. Despite the sound plot, it doesn't seem to be picking up with anyone.I'll check out the FAQs after I get done replying. Well, I suppose I'll post my character sheet.

Unfortunately, there's a stigma with people who have low post counts and start new RP's. We've had bad experience with many of these RP's starting and then never ending because the creator suddenly disappears.

If you're interested in RP'ing, maybe you could join a few around here and get into the groove? It's optional, but I would really recommend it.

On a side note, I would have joined this RP, however, I don't know Warcraft. :(

Tanis

08-06-2005, 1:46 PM

Skippy, that character sheet is perfect. Nice history as well. Black Ice, you could join, and I could pm you the back round data if you are interested. On the subject of this RPG, We will wait for a few more players before it really begins. I tweaked the objectives in one of my earlier posts to make them more equal. Ok here are a few things all players need to know.

- Character location is important. You cannot be in Grim Batol one moment and outside attacking the Alliance in the span of one or two posts. You have to make your way through the tunnels, etc.

- I control the NPCs, so be mindfull of your actions.

- In your character sheet post, you need to make the beginning location of your character known.

- Your characters weapons and armor must be mundane in the beggining. You must find any magical or special equipment, which I will control.

Nickodemus

08-06-2005, 2:34 PM

I shall give this a go seeing as alot of other things are dying here....

"Throw in a monkey wrench and see what happens."

CHARACTER SHEET
NAME-Gromm, The destroyer. Leader of the Black Flag
RACE-Orc
AGE- 35
AFFILIATION- Neutral..
WEAPON- War Axe. "dwarves Bane"
HEIGHT- 5foot
WEIGHT- 295 pounds of solid orcish musscle

Bio: Gromm original was part of the Hoard and grew up as part of the Terror brigades, or shock and awe battalion as the dwarves ofter called it, but thought his leaders were inept and corrupt. He gathered a like minded group to crush both the bad and the good guys, eventually wishing to set himself up as a God to be worshipped for generations to come. His trusty companion Grimm the Toothless, half brother and standard bearer follows him into battle. The both ride Large massive war pigs and wear a modified form of armor made of platemail for the chest, leg and arm greaves, and Helmets. The result is composed of a pair of leather pants and shirt. They currently help out the good guys but for how long? During his battles he has clashed many times with Thayodyn the Dwarf and considers him a worth while enemy and not bad to share a few pints of ale with, His only downfall being he is a dwarf.

Damn cut and paste... Grrrr. Q should never cut and paste without the proof read. Grrrr

iHawk

08-06-2005, 3:08 PM

I'm thinkin' I'll join this, but not as Grimm the toothless :P I'm thinkin' a neutral Dwarf… Agk, everything else is dyeing. I need to toss around some creative juices.

Gawd that sounds bad >_>

Lt.Hawk's Character

Name: Thayodyn (Thay-o-din)
Race: Dwarf
Age: 42
Affiliation: Neutral (Dragon Hunter)
Weapons: A dwarvish War Axe (Single Blade, one handed. Christened 'Head Cleaver') And his own invention, The 'Fire Wall': Is a large shield made from many long blades that un fold in a circular shape. When folded up it looks like a larde metal bar on Tayodyn's arm, there are three leather straps holding it. Two to hold it to his arm, and one to keep it from 'Deploying' on it's own. (He releases the strap and it springs out into a shield)
Height: 4'3''
Weight: 184lbs
Bio: Thayodyn has come from a long line of "Dragon Hunters" and was trained from his Teen years on how to fight. He was trained in basic warfare and in Dragon Killing: He learned where the Dragon's soft spots were and how to defend against a dragon. He also was taught which metals and materials were flame resistant.

After his training was complete he left to Hunt Dragons and find his fourtune, but all h found was sorrow. In the five years he was away from his village he did kill Dragons, he made much gold (that's the currency, right?) he even became almost famous in the area. So he headed home to share his Wealth with his Parents and three sisters. But when he got there the village was gone, there was nothing but ash and skeletons left. He found out from the nearest villager that a pair of Dragons attacked the village about two years ago in the night and killed everyone. Since that day he has contined hunting Dragons: For fame, fourtune and vengence.

Good? Bad?

Tanis

08-06-2005, 3:50 PM

Very interesting. It should throw in a nice twist,as the Orcs holding Grim Batol use Dragons.

Nickodemus

08-06-2005, 8:43 PM

I keep a dragon as back-up. they arn't as good as a Hog. And yup, Mine is named Harley :) :D

Ender

08-07-2005, 12:13 AM

Yeah, but anything you do in this RP will pretty much contadict the actual warcraft storyline. Meh. I can't join anyways. Good work on the details thought, I'd join if I wasn't so busy with college apps and such.

Excellent name, btw. Tanis is the freaking shit, and welcome to Warboards RPing.

Tanis

08-07-2005, 8:49 AM

Thank you Enderwiggin.

Nickodemus

08-07-2005, 9:12 AM

well then, i could change it, or do my own thing. up to the GM as i said never got into warcraft having only played that game once. Anything i have to cheat that badly at isnt worth it to me.

Subjukator

08-08-2005, 4:48 PM

give me until tonight. i love warcraft RP's

EDIT: nevermind, its here now

Name: Ragash Grimsmash
Race: Orc
Age: 49
Affiliation: Hoard
Weapon: Two-sided War Axe stained red
Height: 7' 5"
Weight: 380 pounds
Appearance: Dark, almost black, green skin; sunken sunshine yellow eyes; bald and hairless; standard orcish appearance: squashed face, pudgy ears, permanent scowl
Bio: A hunted member of the once glorious Warsong Clan, he has spent the latter part since the Second Great War on the run, alluding elf scouts, slaying innocent woodland animals and slaughtering whole human villages.

Something of a infamous criminal, Lorderon peasants call him the Viper due to his uncharacteristically bright eyes, the last thing a man sees before witnessing a bloody axe swipe off his head. It's the only thing Ragash lives for, to feel, to relish in the warm blood of humans as he bathes in their spurting life before him.

Although tall and heavy, living on the run has put a haunted shadow across his once magnificent body. He's adapted, however, picking up stealthy assassin tactics, each and every one driven into killing as many people as possible. His record for one night? One hundred and twenty skulls crushed beneath his heel. The blood of humans has also so soaked into the blade head that, when lit, it will stay on fire on its own residual fuel.

Ragash has just discovered this neat trick though, and plans on making a startling impression on a remote beach settlement along the Great Ocean's coast near what was once the border of Azeroth and quite near Khaz Modan.

Protoss_Honor

08-08-2005, 5:31 PM

Ummm, this sounds interesting. Unfortunately, all I know about warcraft, is that it is made by that company that has the name of a naterul disaster, whats it's name again.... oh yeah, Blizzard! j/k. Seriously though, thats all I know about it, Blizzard made it. So any info you could give me would help me much in being able to join this.

Subjukator

08-08-2005, 5:42 PM

Nickodemus

08-08-2005, 7:25 PM

O join Protoss. You could be my sidekick. Rule the land together!!!!! And i din't know squat about it either...

Subjukator

08-08-2005, 10:23 PM

Ragash eyeballed the distant torchlights of the coastal hamlet. A small contingent of milita men swiftly patrolled its palisade wall perimeter while lithe scouts made short forays into the surrounding grassland and wooded areas. Fishing boats berthed along the wooden piers as they unloaded their catch for the day. On the ocean horizon, the last rays of sunlight quickly disappeared beneath the fold of waves.

Nothing he couldn't handle here. A rare smile cracked across his normally snarling features. This was going to be fun.

Hefting the enormous twin sided war axe in gargantuan hands, Ragash moved his way down through the tall praire grass to the naturally formed sea wall. The sand swept up behind him as he rushed down its length, keeping cover from the watchful eyes of human sentries in the distance.

Much closer, so close he could catch the whiff of fresh fish, night engulfed the village entirely. Kneeling, he crept more slowly now, the sea wall to his left, the miniscule cliff wall to the right. Waves crashed on the beach mere feet away further masking his approach. Still, no alarm had been raised.

Perfect.

He fell to the ground reflexively as a barrage of arrows emerged from behind the village wall, whisking harmlessly into the sky behind him.

He let loose a gut wrenching roar. The axe blade held laterally before him, Ragash sprinted the remaining fifty feet. Trumpets blared throughout the village, sounding the alarm.

"Close the gate! Footmen, front and center! Draw your weapons, DRAW YOUR WEAPONS!" Swords clanked, armor rattled as the defense was raised.

"LOOSE!" Another barrage careened his way. Howling in bloodlust, Ragash swept aside the arrow shafts like twigs and lunged forward, axe blade sweeping overhead. Men screamed as limbs were severed. The blood flowed on the sands as Ragash slammed the blade again and again into packed bodies. Chaos reigned. Shouted orders from the local captain on horseback went ignored.

A stab to his torso glanced off the armor protecting it. The surprised footman, barely discernable in the dim light of the torches, was heaved off the ground with one mighty hand and flung into a rapidly approaching patrol from the praires. Together, they fell to the ground in a mangled heap of bodies.

"ORC!! FACE ME!" The captain twirled his flail around his head and kicked his heels into his steed. Charging down to Ragash, he swung the spiked ball towards him.

Ragash fell to the ground as ten pounds of solid iron went sailing past him. He swung his own weapon up through the exposed neck of the animal as it flew past, gouging the horse mortally. It's rider was thrown clear as a major artery spurted blood in great jets across the land. The horse kicked its heels in one last death throe before keeling over to die.

No time to ponder the captain's fate, he heaved himself through the closing gates knocking those down desperately attempting to lock it. Women screamed in terror as Ragash cracked open the skulls of their fleeing sons.

A hurtling bolt of red hair swung his blade forward from the side. Ragash roared, sending the terrified youth running, dropping his weapon in the progress. He picked up the blade, a mere dagger in his hands, and flung it like one through the chest of the teenager. He managed a gargled cry before death seized upon him.

Sweeping his fiery eyes back across the village square, he spotted numerous men and women attempting to unlock the corral of horses with the attention to escape on horseback. Archers, whose arrows had narrowly missed taking off his head, fumbled with their bows, attempting to lock and retreat backwards at the same time.

Ragash hurled his axe forward, taking off the hands of many before it thwacked into a hut wall. Picking up two claymores, abandoned by panicky villagers, he rythmically waved the blades back and forth, slicing open stomachs and entrails collapsing forward in heaps.

Hardly noticing the slight drag as the swords swept through spines and flesh, Ragash calmly made his way around the village, the swords whooshing through helpless peasants who had unwisely chosen to stand and fight instead of running away.

The cries of dying humans was sweet music to hungry ears.

OOC: HAHAHAHA!! I owned that post.

kongurous

08-08-2005, 11:56 PM

Subjukator

08-09-2005, 3:27 PM

Llane Graveheart
Knight
Lookin' for a fight
************

Llane, as usual, was bored. The siege was going slowly, he needed something to fight. Travelling up the coast upon his warhorse with a small warparty of eight other knights, he heard cries and screams of death on the wind.

"Hee-ah!" he shouted, as the nine knights rode at full speed towards the town. By the time they arrived, it was too late.

Bodies were strewn everywhere, the gate was destroyed. People were dying, bloody, and he dismounted near a dying footman.

"By the Gods, what happened here?" Llane asked to the man.

"An orc, milord. A powerful orc bearing the Warsong insignia came through. Killed most of us. He even killed our captain. Anyway, if she's still alive", the footman said, struggling to grab something in one of his satchels. He took out a ring, with a perfect ruby in the center with pure Dwarven gold from Ironforge around it. "I want you to find my wife. Her name is Celia. Celia McBride. Give her this ring, and tell her that Anduin always loved her." he said, gasped, and died.

Llane bowed his head, murmured some words, and remounted.

"Knights, scour the town. Try to find this orc. If you find him, alert the rest of us immediatly. Don't try to take him alone. I've fought the Warsong before, they're tough blighters. Very tough." he said, and took two of the knights and rode off towards the town center.

[tag Subjukator]

He paused. That sound of hooves... it could only be warhorses. Time to make an exit. Ragash yanked out his ax from the wall and crept between the houses, taking caution to each step as he made his way to the piers. How he hated water, but there was no way he was going on one those damn horses. Infernal beasts, he could never bring himself to ride one of the filthy animals.

In front, a few fishing boats bobbed in the water, abandoned by their crews with half their load of fish still on board. Dimly heard orders from an authoritian voice made their way to him. He grimaced in utter disgust. Nothing would give him more pleasure than ripping out the sniveling knight's throat with his own jaws.

Ragash threw a couple of purloined swords encrusted with rare jewels into a boat and hopped in. It sank dangerously low, but quickly rose back to a safe level. Traveling at night on water was almost suicide, but if he kept close to the coastline, he could make his way back to camp a few miles down.

No one had seen him yet. Ragash pushed off and considered raising the triangular sail, but that might attract the notice of the alerted populace. Instead, he grabbed an oar and hurridely paddled his way out to sea.

The coastline soon became a hazy line to his left while increasingly high waves crashed into the small boat. He snarled in frustration and paddled harder in the direction he hoped to go, but got swept only further out into the vast ocean. In his desperation to flee, he must have gone too far out. The only thing that could be seen from the shore were the lights of the town, which were quickly becoming a thing of the past as one light after another were being swallowed up by the curve of the world.

"Arrg! Row you damnable orc, row!" Ragash threw himself into the effort, his oar a blur as it struck the water. Slowly, the tide turned to his favor and he could once again see the lights of the village. Turning slightly to the right, Ragash paddled harder.

The screech of a gryphon nearly had him drop the oar. He swept the skys, looking for any silhouettes against the partially cloudy, moonlit sky. Finding nothing, Ragash continued to paddle the boat. The coast was much closer now and the tide was with him now, pushing his boat closer.

Throwing away the oar, he hunkered down and furtively looked from the skies to the approaching coast. He was far up it, too far in fact. Water splashed across jagged rocks, their smooth skins glowing with the sheen of perpetual wear. He was at least a mile from his camp with gryphons to worry about on an open field about half the distance to the campsite before the treeline took root.

This part of the land was actually in Azeroth. It was still close enough to the borders of Lorderaon and Stromgarde that the war had not touched it severly enough.

The fishing boat suddenly threw itself to the side, as if gripped in the hands of a madman. Skewering rocks were scattered so numerously that there was no hope to dodge them. Ragash braced himself for the impact.

kongurous

08-09-2005, 5:42 PM

Llane Graveheart
Knight
Grr...
*********

Llane arrived at the dock just as the orc passed out of range of riding, safe swimming, and his hammer, and scowled. Besides, he was still going to be bored. He sighed, and asked a surviving townperson to give this Celia her ring, if she indeed still lived.

Then, he and his party turned around, and rode back to the siege forces' base. He rode to the stables, dismounted, and left his warhammer at the armoury and he strode into the makeshift castle that served as the commander's home/war room.

The guards at the main gate bowed before Llane as he passed through, and into the main keep. He made a right, walked down a short hall that was draped in the L of Lordaeron, and then turned left into the main stairwell. He proceeded up the well-polished ironwood stairs, and into the commander's office, where he and the other lieutenants were looking over a map of the area.

"Oh, hello there, Llane." the commander said, looking up slightly to make sure it was indeed his favourite knight.

"Hello, commander. While out riding, I found a disturbing scene: an entire village killed by one orc. The orc was from the Warsong, he killed the footmen and the knight guarding the town, and then proceeded to wreak havoc. We found him just as he sailed away on a stolen boat with his plunder. Anyway, my point is, the remaining Warsong in this world may be bulstering the defences of Grim Batol. I suggest you requisition more knights, and perhaps some battleships." Llane said, bowed, and then went back outside.

He joined his fellow knights in the messhall, and began to look for something to eat. He needed anything to calm his nerves, and food seemed to be that anything.

Kamikazie190

08-09-2005, 6:17 PM

I was hoping Sub would join up in this, he was the only one who really showed interest in my warcraft RP (and Ender)... Editing in Char sheet shortly.

Kamikazie190's char:

NAME- Mathor Wildhammer
RACE- Dwarf
AGE- 24
AFFILIATION- Wildhammer (Alliance)
WEAPON- Stormhammer and Battle Axe
HEIGHT- 4' 5"
WEIGHT- 230 lb
BIO - Hailing from the Wildhammer stronghold of the Aries peaks, Mathor holds the Wildhammer clan's name with pride and boasts a kill count of 13 dragon riders in his short career as a Gryphon Rider. After scraping away with his life after an encounter with a Dragon Captain and sustaining a serious injury to his throwing (left) arm, he has resigned to life on the ground as an artillary captain for the elven ballistas' of the ruined Quel Thalas. He is still eager for combat and will fight for life and limb if attacked in meele combat, but with a severely weakened throwing arm, even he in all his pride realizes that he's more danger to his assault wing than he is help.

kongurous

08-09-2005, 6:18 PM

I was hoping Sub would join up in this, he was the only one who really showed interest in my warcraft RP... Editing in Char sheet shortly.

OOC: I'd-a joined yours, had I been around to see it.

Kamikazie190

08-09-2005, 6:37 PM

OOC: Thanks =) Tag anybody to bring me into the story, I'm very liberal in allowing my characters to be dragged, so long as you don't kill him.

Subjukator

08-09-2005, 9:24 PM

He paused. That sound of hooves... it could only be warhorses. Time to make an exit. Ragash yanked out his ax from the wall and crept between the houses, taking caution to each step as he made his way to the piers. How he hated water, but there was no way he was going on one those damn horses. Infernal beasts, he could never bring himself to ride one of the filthy animals.

In front, a few fishing boats bobbed in the water, abandoned by their crews with half their load of fish still on board. Dimly heard orders from an authoritian voice made their way to him. He grimaced in utter disgust. Nothing would give him more pleasure than ripping out the sniveling knight's throat with his own jaws.

Ragash threw a couple of purloined swords encrusted with rare jewels into a boat and hopped in. It sank dangerously low, but quickly rose back to a safe level. Traveling at night on water was almost suicide, but if he kept close to the coastline, he could make his way back to camp a few miles down.

No one had seen him yet. Ragash pushed off and considered raising the triangular sail, but that might attract the notice of the alerted populace. Instead, he grabbed an oar and hurridely paddled his way out to sea.

The coastline soon became a hazy line to his left while increasingly high waves crashed into the small boat. He snarled in frustration and paddled harder in the direction he hoped to go, but got swept only further out into the vast ocean. In his desperation to flee, he must have gone too far out. The only thing that could be seen from the shore were the lights of the town, which were quickly becoming a thing of the past as one light after another were being swallowed up by the curve of the world.

"Arrg! Row you damnable orc, row!" Ragash threw himself into the effort, his oar a blur as it struck the water. Slowly, the tide turned to his favor and he could once again see the lights of the village. Turning slightly to the right, Ragash paddled harder.

The screech of a gryphon nearly had him drop the oar. He swept the skys, looking for any silhouettes against the partially cloudy, moonlit sky. Finding nothing, Ragash continued to paddle the boat. The coast was much closer now and the tide was with him now, pushing his boat closer.

Throwing away the oar, he hunkered down and furtively looked from the skies to the approaching coast. He was far up it, too far in fact. Water splashed across jagged rocks, their smooth skins glowing with the sheen of perpetual wear. He was at least a mile from his camp with gryphons to worry about on an open field about half the distance to the campsite before the treeline took root.

This part of the land was actually in Azeroth. It was still close enough to the borders of Lorderaon and Stromgarde that the war had not touched it severly enough.

The fishing boat suddenly threw itself to the side, as if gripped in the hands of a madman. Skewering rocks were scattered so numerously that there was no hope to dodge them. Ragash braced himself for the impact.

Ragash leaped with his stolen swords into the water. He sank quickly in the muck, nearly up to his knee and the water at his shoulders. Trudging through the guck, he toppled onto dry land where the ocean lapped around his feet.

Exhausted, he caught his breath before picking himself up and making his way around the craggy outcroppings of the coastline. He could still hear the distant screech of gryphons somewhere far above, but they seemed to be getting further away rather than coming towards his position.

Looking up, Ragash could only see an almost vertical cliff. He sighed. Nowhere did it seem that the wall would taper off soon. His feet continued to shamble along at a slow pace, ragged breathes of weariness tugging on his every movement.

In fatigued resignation, he trudged onward...

***

The smoky outline of the forest slowly materialized to the north. Towering mountains of iron and stone rose majestically to kiss the expanse of sky. Khaz Modan... home.

Ragash picked his way through the rough landscape of boulders and steep hills. Noticing familiar landmarks, he heartened at the prospect of some much needed rest...

Collapsing in one orcish heap upon his bed of pine needles, Ragash noticed blood had entirely soaked his clothing.

Smiling broadly, a deep sleep swept him away.

Kamikazie190

08-10-2005, 1:24 AM

" 'Aye, Capt'n Wild'ammer!" A familiar voice called, which Mathor instantly recognized as Norse Stormpike's, a gryphon rider. "A small 'amlet on the coast's been attacked. Alls quiet 'or now, we spotted a lone boat near the coast a few miles north of town, but not the orc said to be responsible for the attack." Norse let out a sigh of disgust. Both dwarves would of liked to lay their hands on the filthy orcs responsible for the deaths of countless innocents and destruction of two mighty kingdoms.
"Keep looking. Nothing can evade the eyes of the Wild'ammer gryphons for too long." Mathor commanded.

The seige of Grim Batol was going slowly. As artillary captain, Mathor had decided to wait until he could gather enough ammunition to fire all the ballistas at once on a single target, the problem thus far was that those damned orcs kept repairing the wall while their dragon riders raided the supply trains, not only drawing the attention of the seige force, but destroying the giant trunks the ballistas fired as ammo. As of yet, the combined efforts of the Dwarves, Humans, Gnomes and Elves was simply not enough to breach the perimeter of the fortress. The dwarves had simply built it too well, and short of the brave and selfless dwarven demolition teams, nothing could bring down those walls. Yet. So the seige had turned into a full out seige. Rather than try to get in, the Alliance had resorted to waiting until they had to come out. The problem with this senario was that Khaz Modan was built to resist seige. The cavernous halls within the belly of the mountain Grim Batol could hold enough food to feed an army for years. They certainly had an army, but how much food they had amassed from the surrounding wetlands was anybody's guess. This seige could last a generation.

Tanis

08-13-2005, 3:35 PM

The lanky forest Troll was completing a patrol when the came upon the collapsed orc in the fields, about a hundred yards from the outpost. Vorsh bent down and felt for a pulse. There was a weak one, but the orc was still alive. He thrust his tomahawk into his belt and threw the heavy orc over his shoulder. Dispite their frail appearance, Trolls had enormous strength. Even so, it was a workout to get the unconcious grunt to the base.

Vorsh dropped the orc onto the cot in hiscommand tent and went to his desk. He sat down on the rock he used for seat, and took out some snimal skins that had maps drawn on them. He used a knife to make some adjustments, and rolled them up. He took out another skin and wrote down some intructions and notes, before calling for his fastest runner.

"Korg!"

The Troll came into the tent and kneeled for a second, before standing and approaching Vorsh.

"Take these maps to our shipyards in the south. Walk softly, I do not want the Allaince scouts tracking you. Get back to me as soon as possible."

Korg noded, accepted the notes and maps, and left the tent at a dead run, heading due south. Vorsh stood and walked over to the cot, and inspected the Orc. Soon he would wake, and the Troll leader would want some answers. Vorsh left the tent, and went to the scout tower on the northern mound. He climbed up the tall ladder and tapped the Troll on the shoulder. He turned around and began to whisper.

"Sir, it seems the ASF is trying to encircle Grim Batol. The hold the north and the east sides, and they are moving a Company from their main force to the western slopes, where I assume they will place siege weapons to bombard the cave entrance to trap the Orcs inside. The southern river is unoccupied as of yet, but I am sure the Alliance will bring in battleships and possibly submarines. More locally, a cadre of footmen has stationed htemselves in the recently devastated village in the north. A cadre of knights also rode through, and back to the ASF command station. I don't think they suspect we are here, but their scouts are operating in wider areas, and I think it is only a matter of time before we are found."

Vorsh noded and slide down the ladder. He looked over his outpost. Troll warriors sharpened their axes and swords, while workers hastily constructed fortifcations to fend off any attacks. Runners left to bring and recieve messages, and the sailors on the river continued their construction of transports and scout ships. He went back to his tent, to await the wakening of the Orc.

kongurous

08-13-2005, 7:10 PM

Llane Graveheart
Knight
Restless
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Llane was incredibly restless, not having caught the Orc that had slaughtered the village. He decided to right back out, confident in his ability to defend himself for the time being. He donned his armour and mounted his trusty stallion that had been his since Dun Algaz.

Riding out to a secluded place south of the Alliance basecamp, he allowed his horse to graze and drink from a nearby stream, as he sat down and began to remember what Azeroth was like and how he had wound up here, as a knight in Khaz Modan.

He had grown up on a farm in Westfall, near the border with Stranglethorn Vale. Since the Orcish invasion occured on the other side of Azeroth, he hadn't received news of it until his brother had been conscripted to fight them. His brother was made an archer because of his ability with a bow, and was killed during the assault on Medivh's Tower. When the Orcs attacked Northshire, Llane was one of the first to sign up to defend it. He was also one of the only survivors. He was sent north to Lordaeron as his father stayed behind to defend Stormwind.

Llane joined as a footman, and survived every battle he fought in and always liked his commander0OOC: aka, the player in Warcraft 2, which was my favourite warcraft game). He was one of the first knights in Lordaeron, and fought viciously in Dun Algaz, and single-handedly killed an ogre! The rest of the war was similar, full of stellar performance, to the final assault on the Blackrock Spire. Of course, he couldn't stay in Azeroth, he was bound for another 20 years to military service for Lordaeron. After the Second War, he was appalled that he had to spend his time, keeping the peace within internment camps. There were small skirmishes, but nothing that he really liked. Now, he was stuck, trying to drive orcs out of a hole that seemed Godforsaken in every respect.

Just then, he heard a sound, bringing him out of his daydream. Frightened slightly, he almost immediatly mounted his horse and road full-speed back to the safety of the camp. He hated the orcs and their allies, but he knew that he was still human, and still very fragile.

Tanis

08-13-2005, 7:53 PM

Vorsh was sleeping when the orc scout ran into the command tent, panting heavily and sweating rivers. Vorsh leapt up, and stared down the young orc pup

"What is the meaning of this?!?!"

"Sails on the horizon!" he gasped

That was all Vorsh needed to hear. He grabbed the spyglass he had stolen from a merchant captain and ran to the scout tower in the southern forest. It took him 15 minutes at a dead run to get to the tower. He rapidly climbed the ladder and took out the spyglass. He scanned the horison for the masts, and spotted them. It was a ways out, but cutting water very, very quickly. It was two masted and their was frivolus activity on the deck. It was a minute or two later he spotted the flag. The Troll immediately slid down the ladder and turned to the other scout, who had stayed behind to watch the vessel.

"Run to the outpost and fetch every availiable warrior and get them out here as quickly as possible, and bring me the goblin alchemists. It's a god damn Elven Destroyer"

The scout let off at a dead run, heading to get reinforcements. Vorsh re climbed the tower and took out the spyglass. It was definently Elven, and it was well armed. He counted 20 guns on the Destroyer, and it looked as if they were also Elven marines on deck. It was obviously headed up to scout the rivers for orc vessels. How ironic that it would soon fly the colors of the orcs, for Vorsh was not going to destroy the ship, but he planned on commandier the swift vessel. A few minutes later two score warrior came, along with the 5 or so goblin chemists. Vorsh walked over to the trolls and orc warriors and began to instruct them of his plan.

"I want you all in the water when the vessel pulls past the southern rock wall. Make sure they do not see you. Climb on board and do what you do best, but keep the collateral damage to a minimum, I plan on having this ship be the first of my fleet."

They all noded and went down into the waterand took their positions, as did Vorsh. He took out his tomahawk and went underwater. It was only a minute later when the swift vessel cut past him. He and the orcs and trolls surrounded the vessel and began to climb up the wall, trying to get aboard. Vorsh got inside first, crawling through an open port window into the powder room, where the ammo and powder for the cannons was kept. He eased his way out and into the next room, which happened to be the sleeping quarters for the elven sailors. He took out his tomahawk and went to work, knocking off six elves before he heard the screams of the Elves topside, letting him know the slaughter had started. He ranfrom the room, and came face to face with an Elven Marine. He raised the curved sword and tried to strike, but the strong Troll grabbed the arm and bent it back, breaking it at the elbow. Before the elf could scream, he smashed the Elve's head with his axe. He then moved topside and joined in the killing, but by that time the lower deck had been cleared, and the captain's cabin was all that was left.

Vorsh waved his warriors away from the door, and he rammed the door with hi sshoulder, splintering and blowing the door open, and bringing him face to face with the Elven Captain.

"Well, I am glad you haven't yet died, you scum. Now, you can become my guest by sttaying in the lovely bring on my Destroyer, or you can die."

The Elf grabbed his dagger, but before it got out of the sheath, Vorsh punched the Elf in the face, breaking his nose and knocking the man off his feet. Vorsh wound up his arm for another punch, but the Elf was unconcious. Vorsh waved in an orc who grabbed the Elf and carried him away to the holding cells, but before he left Vorsh grabbed the tri-corn hat of the Captain. He placed it on his head and smirked. He called for his lieutenant, who came in.

"Send the Orcs back to the encampment, they have no knowledge of sea warfare. Get the goblins on board and have them show my warriors how to load and fire the cannons on board. Clear the Elf corpses of the deck and send a runner to te outpost to inform them the vessel is ours. Raise our flag, and have a few of the Trolls begin to paint the ship. With the Elven blood of the former owners. Admiral Vorsh, it has a ring to it, no?"

The Troll noded, and went off to do his work. Vorsh had a Destroyer now, and he planned to use it. He went to the helm and steered it north, heading for the destoryed village being used for a base by the ASF scouts.