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BuryYourDead
High Commander Wolfas Blackbane
Alliance Base Camp
"My apologies, Telnar. I had already sent for them before the ceasefire." Wolfas replied "And you should feel privilaged. Greymane does not usually show himself in public"
Wolfas went back to organising his new force, incase a new war started again.
Post by
Adamsm
Character:
Telnar Martin
Location:
Alliance Base Camp
"That is fine Worgen, just please keep them here, let's not rile up the Horde more then we have to shall we?" He asked him with a slight smile before returning to his conversation with the Vindicator and General. They were hammering out the last few details when a scout approached and they turned to him.
"Yes what is it scout?" Martin asked, seeing as the Marshal was still asleep, and the leader's hadn't arrived yet. "There is a messenger from the Horde on the other side of the sheild, they want to know when to meet for the amistice." She told him, the young night elf staring in awe at Treelight and Raashad. Martin smiled slightly and turned to the leaders, "Excuse me commanders, I'll go and speak with him." Martin told them, then moved off towards the shield, followed by Shadowbrough and 4 of her Sentinel allies.
"Bit much Syliva." He said, smiling at her, and the captain mimed a blow at his head. "Your important magus, whether you want to admit it or not." Syliva said, smiling back. The small group reached the edge of the shield, and saw the Horde messenger there, waiting for them.
"Hail Horde messenger. I am Magus Martin, and this is Captain Shadowbourgh. I was told you needed to speak to us?" He asked, stepping free of the Shield, and keeping the spell in his mind to suddenly pull it over them if needed.
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Adamsm
Character:
Telnar Martin
Location:
Alliance Base Camp, Durotar
"Yes we know that messenger." Martin said with a small smile, taking the letter and quickly scanning it. "The leader's of the Alliance haven't arrived yet, but as soon as they do, we will send a messenger to Orgrimmar to let them know." He told the Horde member, before reaching into his robe and pulling out a small scroll and a gnomish mechanical pencil. The magus quickly wrote a note and rolled it up, sealing it with a spell.
"Bring that to Warchief Thrall or one of his commanders." Martin said, handing him the scroll and saluting before turning and re-entering the Shield, the Night Elves following him quickly.
"What does the note say sir?" Syliva asked and Martin sighed, feeling bad about what he had done. "Dillon is missing, I have no doubt that xenophobic moron attacked them somewhere in Durotar. The scroll is offical information stripping him of his rank and title, and leaving him to the Horde to deal with as they see fit." He told her, slightly sick as he knew they would probably kill him. "I really wish I hadn't been given commander here." He murmured to himself, quietly he thought, but he felt Syliva squeeze his shoulder and knew she heard.
"Your a hero to us Martin, you kept my people alive as best as you could, you've made the Base Camp as safe as a major city, and you are one of the few to not relish in the battle, but would rather work for peace. I am honoured to serve you sir, and so are those who were under your command. If you need us for anything, let us know." She told him, and the other Sentinels nodded before moving off. He stared after them in bemusment, then got back to work on the spell shield, needing to figure out a way to allow it to let the Horde leader's and their escorts in when the time came.
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((ooc - just a heads up flying, your not getting back into the shield, Martin no longer consider's you part of the Alliance, and those are the only ones who can through it.))
Character:
Telnar Martin
Location:
Alliance Base Camp, Durotar
"Sir, Magus sir. The delgation from Darnassus is arriving, and they are bringing Prophet Velen with them." A high pitched voice said at his elbow and Martin opened his eyes, looking down at the gnome mage who was assigned portal duty. "Thank you Syren." He told her, stretching and moving around the Shield stone, which he had been working on for the last 2 hours, and headed off towards the portals.
The Vindicator and Sentinel General nodded at him as he approached, and Syliva quickly pulled his dust covered robe off and replaced it with his spare set. "I hate wearing these." He muttered, and she smiled at him. "These were the most formal of all that you had sir, I figured it would be best for you to wear them." She told him and he nodded at her.
They stood waiting as several Night Elves, Sentinels and Druids stepped through and looked around before stepping aside. Malfurion Stormrage came out first, riding on his massive Elk, the Night Elf's branching antler's rising up higher then his steeds. After the Archdruid, HIgh Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind came through, her black and white sabre growling slightly as it looked around. "Welcome to the Alliance Base Camp." Martin said, bowing low to the two Elves and heard a deep chuckle. "Don't bow to us Magus. And thank you for your aid during Hyjal all those years ago." Stormrage said and Martin nodded, standing straight again.
"There is room within the keep sir, we have been working to refortify it. General Treelight can take you." He told them, and the Elves nodded before moving off, their escort falling into pace around them.
Martin let out a breath he had been holding then turned as the portal flared again and a dozen Hand's of Argus stepped through, saluting Vindicator Raashad, then stepping aside as the ancient Draenei stepped through. Martin stared in shock, the power eminating from the Prophet was visiable to him and he carefully dimmed his mage sight, then bowed again. "Welcome to the Alliance Base Camp Prophet Velen. May the Naaru bless you." He said, and Raashad moved forward to lead Velen away.
"By the gods, I hope the Marshal wakes up soon." He muttered, returning to the Shield stone and getting back to work.
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((ooc - Greymane, Bronzebeard and the High Tinker. I figure I'd let Bury do Gremane's entrance.))
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((ooc - yeah flying, again, the shield won't let you in.))
Post by
BuryYourDead
High Commander Wolfas Blackbane
Alliance Base Camp
The worgen all stood at attention as Malfurion, Tyrande and Velen walked passed. The worgen owed the continued existence to the Night Elves as if they had not help, the forsaken would of surely killed them off.
From the Gilnean ships, a frail old man slowly made his way off board. His armour was the darkest of blacks, his hair wild and grey. "Greymane" Wolfas said with a smile. "All Hail Genn Greymane!" Wolfas shouted the worgen turning and saluting.
In not time this frail old man had become a large grey wolf, walking at normal pace.
"You...have done well Wolfas" Gremane said, looking down at Wolfas.
"Thank you sir, but this would not of been possible if it werent for your fine selection of warriors" Wolfas replied.
"It is not so much the warriors, young one...but the leader who guides them. But that is another time. Where is Forgehammer"
"Forghammer. I believe he is in the command tent. Please, follow me"
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HiVolt
((wow, wish I could have been around for Flying's promotion, would have made the whole thing much more interesting))
Character: Marshal Bardus Forgehammer/King Magni Bronzebeard
Location: Alliance Command Center, Durotar
Bardus rested well for the first time in the past weeks. But, it was interrupted. He awoke to see a clattering gnome come through his doorway, High Captain Buzzjack, panting for his breath, "Sir, King Bronzebeard, he's arrived!"
Bardus tore off his bedding and quickly donned his armor, then rushed out to meet the King and his personal guard.
"Hail, my King," he said as he approached, saluting as he walked, "I am pleased you have deemed this meeting fit for your presence!"
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"Aye, Marshal, I could not rightly miss something like this."
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"Please, your highness, follow me, I would like you to meet the esteemed commanders of this force. I hold them in great regard."
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"Well then, lead the way, Marshal."
The dwarven entourage made their way toward the Magus' tent.
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Character:
Telnar Martin
Location:
Alliance Base Camp, Durotar
"Ha! Finally figured it out!" Martin crowed, doing a small jig and making Syliva snap up out of her doze. The magus had taken off the robe and laid it to the side, and was just clothed in his leather armour he wore under it. "You've done what?" She asked sleeply, covering a yawn.
"Simple, I can create amulets for the Horde leaders and their escorts to wear so that they can pass through the Shield." He told her, smiling mightly as he quickly called for someone to run to the blacksmith tents to have them start creating 200 simple copper amulets for him to begin to enchant. Chuckling, Martin moved off, stopping as he felt something hit the shield, but when it wasn't repeated he shrugged and continued towards the forge.
((ooc - don't know, stand at the edge of the shield till someone notices you heh? And there has been a shield over the Base Camp for most of the RP, designed to keep to give the alliance a safehaven while we fight the horde.))
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