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Sound of Iron (Open RP)

Post by Nythias

Characters:Ituha Shatterhoof, Taurok Winterhorn
Location:Frostwall, Frostfire Ridge

Ithua sighed looking down at herself wearily. "I'm fine, but I'm going to need some rest and a healer."

Taurok nodded sighing solemnly, preparing to leave. But Ituha stopped him, begging him to stay.

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Eranya Shiven, Alten
Location: Tanaan Jungle

The jungle was as dark as it was thick. Trees and fronds hung over their heads and let down their vines to slap at the faces of the travelling party. Insects buzzed within the brush and about them incessantly as the humidity and effort of clearing a path drew the sweat from their pores. Eranya took the lead, hacking the way through. She was about to assault yet another of the seemingly endless greenery when Alten laid a hand on hsi shoulder.

"Do you smell that?"

Curious, Eranya sniffed the air. At first she could only find the perfume of the jungle. Then her brow wrinkled as something faintly familiar came to her. It smelled of burned things, but with an undeniable chemical smell overlaying it, the sort she recognized well from the war with Garrosh among other places. She inhaled heavily.

"Yeah. I do."

Post by lightnstuff

Kaziwan and Karrotak
Frostfall, Frostfire Ridge

The primal glanced at the tauren and nodded, "Alrighty. We're gonna see who con fix ya up."

As the bear started wriggling uncomfortably, she tossed him aside into a snowbank, where he then vanished into the white powder. His furry brown head shot out and sniffed the air.

"Not what you were expecting ma'am?"

"I was five Manatelo, you can't have expected me to have any idea what a land I've never seen looks like.'

Grakasha swung the shock of red hair that was her mane as she looked over at the Tauren sergeant guiding her. He snorted humorously, "Of course not. Not that it really matters. We've got a whole new army to fight."

Grakasha frowned, "No. Not they're not new. It's old faces, with new toys..."

"Didn't we just get done fighting ourselves?" the bull grumbled, rubbing the tip of one of his horns.

"Yeah. Yeah we did, funny how that works," Grakasha muttered, "We've gotten pretty good at that."

"Well, think of it like this," he rumbled, "Steel sharpens steel, and there's nothing better at sharpening the horde, than the horde. Though maybe we're sharp enough."

She closed her brown eyes and sighed, "...The horde..."

Tapping her shoulder Manatelo chuckled at the expression, "Welcome back, Legionaire." In his hand was her insignia. Grakasha examined it thoughtfully. "What are you thinking then?"

"I think I'm too damn old for this," she snickered, then rolled her eyes, "But who am I kidding. What would I do, tell stories? Weave baskets?"

The tauren chuckled aloud, "Wait till you hit my age. THEN you'll be too old for this. And you'll still be here. Now go round up some of these younglings and lead them to a good death. They're itching for it." He cleared his throat as he returned to business, "Commanders got a few orders for you ma'am. They're posted up on the board for you. You let me know what you need, and I'll keep you supplied."

"Supply?" Grakasha scoffed, glancing over at him suddenly, "They've got a tauren working supply? Did the goblins blow themselves all up?"

Manatelo laughed heartily, "No ma'am, they're all Gazlowe's grease monkies. If they didn't blow themselves up."

"Gazlowe, hmm?" Grakasha asked curiously, "The commander's cronie?"

"There's a few of those," the tauren accountant nodded.

"And...Where is the commander exactly?" Grakasha queried.

The accountant grumbled, "Uh, well. Probably destroying some burial grounds. Or Thunderlords. Or Drift Lurkers. Or picking flowers. Maybe."

"You have... No clue where our commander is?" The Legionaire asked incredulously, "Does he even have an escort?"

"Of course, well, they're always around that one warlock, the Sunreaver one," Manatelo muttered.

"They?" Grakasha paused and stared at him, "Manatelo, have you SEEN our commander?"

He gestured awkwardly, "Well. In passing. Once."

Grakasha planted her face into her palm, "Fantastic." Her brown saronite and fur armor rattled as she stepped forward, claiming her greatsword, "Alright. I'll take care of it."

-
Sunsworn Camp, Talador

The shadows rippled as the warlock drew in his presence, making himself more socially acceptable. Proud, and tall, he straightened his dark, but brightly trimmed robes that contrasted his bright red hair and strode forward to meet the day. The blood elf, typical for his species, was slim of build, took a sun-ripened tone, particularly in the day. The glow in the distance caught his attention. What would could that be? It looked to be more than Iron Horde cannons. With a slight shrug, he went out to observe it.

Post by morginar

Character: Velnessia Brightdawn, Kael'threa Moonreaver
Location: Sunsworn camp, Talador

To her left Velnessia saw a Thalassian Warhorse ride up next to her. Ontop of the stalion there was a rider in gleaming golden and red armor, a sin'dorei greatsword over the back and the blood knights tabards upon the riders efeminie chest.

"You came to see the light too?" Velnessia asked the knight.

"No. Just making sure a friend doesn't get herself killed." The blood knight replied.

"So you're sending me back?" The blood mage quirked a eyebrow.

"No, keeping you safe. It's wouln't hurt to ask me before riding of." The paladin gave a sour look.

"Well..." The magi trailed off. "Looks like we have arived."

Around then a burning forest surounded them, a the city of Aruuma was before them in fire. Bird like creatures in the skies flied here and there, but most in the city.

"Wow..." The paladin muttered.

The both of them then dismounted and tied their mounts to a tree made of charcoal. Now was not the time for mounts. But shortly after that a lone Arakkoa landed on the ground, a pair of wingblades in it's hands.

Post by lightnstuff

-
Sunsworn Camp, Talador

The warlock approached the Aruuma quietly. He took knee by a tree as an extra measure to make sure he was not seen and observed.

Post by morginar

Character: Velnessia Brightdawn, Kael'threa Moonreaver
Location: Aruuma , Talador

"For Rukhmar!" It cried with it's queer voice and began to dash forwards.

Velnessia began to prepare a spell and Kael'threa interupted the charge and caught it's atention. Moments later a chaos bolt blasted into the bird-like humanoid.

"What was that?" The Blood Knight asked as she looked over the lifeless corpse.

"I have no idea." The Blood Mage muttered in reply. "But we best find out what they want with the Dreanei."

Kael made a hasty nod and the two began to walk to the smoldering town.

Post by Levarus

Gurad
Frostfire Ridge

It had been nearly two weeks since Gurad's arrival in Frostfire.

The Horde, in an effort to better promote friendship between them and their new Frostwolf allies, often sent soldiers of their own on scouting, hunting, and other missions with Frostwolf warriors to promote comradery. Gurad grinned as he rode on his wolf beside four Frostwolf warriors, off on a scouting mission not too far north from Grom'gar, seat of the Thunderlord Clan.

"So," Gurad broke the silence, "what is all of your opinions on the current war with other Orcs?"

They looked at him funny. "They are not among us when they side with the Iron Horde. They chose their paths."

Gurad chuckled. "And what's wrong with the Iron Horde? Conquering, allying amongst eachother as fellow Orcs, these all seem like qualities a Frostwolf soldier would admire."

They looked at him more angrily this time. "We trust Durotan to lead us the right way. The Iron Horde values odd and foreign practices to our traditions. They don't treat the elements with respect, nor us as a fellow clan."

Gurad laughed. I'm going to enjoy spilling these weaklings' blood when we get further from their allies. Any Orc that goes against the Iron Horde or True Horde is no real Orc, but a weakling.

They kept riding on.

Post by Atik

Silvia Lightbringer, Christaph Steelwall
Shadowmoon Valley

Silvia blinked, nodding slowly.

Sashastrasza Greyfang
Tanaan Jungle

Sasha sniffed the air, wrinkling her nose. "Ew." She stated simply.

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Eranya Shiven, Alten
Location: Tanaan Jungle

Grim faced, Eranya readied her weapon and pushed deeper into the jungle. The brush was so thick she didn't even know a clearing was before her until she entered it. She froze once past the threshold, for it was at once apparent this was no natural occurrence. An inexact circle of barren ground lay around her. It was surrounded by the jungle, as though someone had taken a knife and cut a portion of the vast foliage from the very earth and spirited it away. She covered her nose as the chemical stench was even stronger here. She looked about and found two trails bored through the jungle: one entering the clearing, the other leaving.

Then her eyes traveled down and she frowned deeply. A set of blackrock armour lay before her. Unmistakeable in the hard black steel, faintly smoldering as though only just come from the forge, it lay in an odd and disturbing position, as if the suit was in the midst of crawling across the ground. Eranya took a step forward and nudged it. The helmet rolled to the side, and out of it oozed a blue and faintly glowing substance.

"Voodoo," Alten said.

Eranya looked about the clearing once more. Now that she knew what to look for, she could see the faintly lingering substance, though green, on some of the nearby plants. "He must have wandered into a trap," she said.

"Must have," Alten said and eyed the berserker carefully.

Post by lightnstuff

Isvaelandrii/Kisaeva/Kassanzi/Brok
Shadowmoon Valley

"Now, come," Isvaelandrii instructed, her tone hushed, "We must peel away the shroud of darkness that surrounds this town. Already your own seem to have fallen sway to the grasp of those who have strayed."

Brok glanced at them, then shook his cloud serpent, "Come on, come on, get up, let's go already!"

The red serpent groaned and lazily slid off the ground, more hovering in place than actually moving.

Post by Atik

Sashastrasza
Tanaan Jungle

"What kind of trap burns a jungle and melts people?" Sasha questioned.

Silvia Lightbringer, Christaph Steelwall
Shadowmoon Valley

"You seem to be jumping to conclusions." Christaph told Isvaelandrii. "Maybe we should consider gathering some evidence."

Silvia giggled at the Orc fighting with the Serpent, following the others.

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Eranya Shiven, Alten
Location: Tanaan Jungle

"An apparently effective one," Alten observed.

"Not so effective we can't follow," Eranya said grimly.

"Cautiously," the robed man quickly added. The berserker said nothing before pursuing the route carved in the brush.

Post by Nythias

Characters: Ituha Shatterhoof, Taurok Winterhorn
Location: Frostwall, Frostfire Ridge

Ithua sighed as Taurok healed her with some basic healing magic he had learnt in Moonglade. She had been giving a report to Warmaster Zog at the time. "Also... The Iron Horde made off with all our supplies, and took Zihna, Imalee and Kaasa captive."

Taurok looked to Ituha. "Isn't Zihna your sister?"

"Yes... But she knew just as well as I did that we won't make it."

Post by lightnstuff

Isvaelandrii/Kisaeva/Kassanzi/Brok
Shadowmoon Valley

Lazily, the red cloud serpent drifted in the wind, bumping into the building again. Brok sighed and grabbed the creature, holding it over his head, and hurried after the draenie leading them.

"We alone are evidence enough of their schemes," Isvaelandrii stated, "Their attempts to sabotage all reaches of Auchidun's graces have resulted in this."

'We shall not speak more of this.'

'We will not remember that moment.'

"We will not remember her sacrifice."

"Your."

Kaziwan and Karrotak
Frostfall, Frostfire Ridge

"Wat!?" Kaziwan snapped suddenly, "Y'weren't gonna mention this a bit earlier? They're still out there?" She pointed at the frozen wastes before them, "Where? We gotta go get them!"

Post by Nythias

Character: Ituha Shatterhoof
Location: Frostwall, Frostfire Ridge

Ituha grimaced, looking up. "I saw them being dragged towards Colossus' Fall, or whatever it's called."

Post by lightnstuff

Kaziwan and Karrotak
Frostfall, Frostfire Ridge

"Then we gonna' get'em. Ah'll round up some soldjas real fast. Thunda' Lords ain't gonna get away with this," Kaziwan hissed angrily, her hair bristling upwards agitatedly.

Post by Nythias

Characters: Ituha Shatterhorn, Taurok Winterhorn
Location: Frostwall, Frostfire Ridge

Ituha sighed with a nod. "Of course we must, but we do not have the forces to besiege them for three people. They're most likely dead now anyway..." As tears formed in Ituha's eyes the tauren continued. "I'm sorry, Zihna... I failed you, I failed you, sister... Again..."

Taurok stomped foot to get Ituha's attention, growling slightly as he spoke. "Damn those Iron Dogs! They won't beat your sister. She's a tough Tauren, like Kaasa and Imalee. Heck, she's already died to the Scourge and come back for more! She'll be okay..."

"Are you sure?" Ituha asked, hugging Taurok for comfort.

"I'm sure..." Taurok replied uneasily.

Post by lightnstuff

Kaziwan and Karrotak
Frostfall, Frostfire Ridge

Kaziwan glowered for a moment, not sure whether to be irritated by the tauren's weakness, or sympathetic to her plight. The wet nose of her bear implored her to return to reality. She glanced down at Karrotak, who grunted, then she turned and sought the highest ranking officer she could find.

Post by Nythias

Characters: Ituha Shatterhoof, Taurok Winterhorn
Location: Frostwall, Frostfire Ridge

Taurok paused, still hugging his crying mate. Ituha was truly not hiding anything anymore. Just months ago, if this situation had arose, she'd have gone ut alone and risked her life to save anyone, but this... This wasn't the Ituha he knew.

This world... It had shaped her. She wasn't the same emotionless killer that came to Draenor that she used to be.

"It'll be okay... She'll be fine. I promise." Taurok said calmly, watching Kaziwan leaving to find someone.

Ituha looked up, teary eyed and tormented. "R-Really...?" She stood, faking confidence. "Of course she'll be... I hope..."

Post by lightnstuff

Kaziwan and Karrotak
Frostfall, Frostfire Ridge

It took her a few minutes, but eventually Kaziwan stumbled unto Grakasha at the board. She saluted, "Mam. On'a'da scout pahties been captured. Da Thunda' Lords still gottem at Colossus' Fall."

The orc glanced over at the young soldier and huffed, "Huh. Fantastic. Alright, you, what's your name?"

"Kaziwan mam."

"Good, great, you and him," she pointed at an orc who was telling a raucous story of some kind while leaning on a keg, "You're going to come with me. Who made it back from the scouting mission?"

"Jus' one mam-"

"Stop calling me ma'am. You're bad at it," Grakasha interrupted, "I get it."

Kaziwan blinked, then continued, "A tauren, Ituha."

"Alright," Grakasha waved, rubbing a hand through her brilliant red mane, "If you see any other faces that will be useful, grab them. I'll have our supplies ready within the hour. Make sure you have her with us, I need what ever she knows. Got it soldier?"

"Okie dokie," Kaziwan confirmed, stroking her bear's head.

"Excellent. Get to it," Grakasha ordered, "Strength and honor."

The troll saluted back, "Strength and honor." She turned, sighed, then braced herself to reintroduce herself to her old companion. "Agrellar!" she called as she approached the story teller.

The orc stopped, in the middle of some wild gesture with his hand on the back of his skull and his tongue stuck out wildly. He snapped his attention over to her, tongue still stuck out, "Eh? Oh!" The primal giggled faintly, then wheezed as he snatched her up in his arms and squeezed, "Kaziwan! It's been too long! We need to share a drink!"

"Okay. Can't. Breath," she wheezed.

Agrellar plopped her back on the ground and immediately planted a flask into her hands, "Drink! It will make you feel better!"

The troll rolled her eyes, but was somewhere excited to have another sip of Agrellar's brew. The cap came off and as it touched her lips the drink warmed her from the inside out. She shivered and shook her head, "Mhmmmm! That's- Ey!" She screwed the cap back on and put the flask back in his hands, "Alrighty! Nuff'a'dat! We got some fightin' ta do. Boss lady set get ready forra fight, so we're gonna do that, got it?"

Agrellar glanced at where she pointed, then grinned, "Great! Maybe we'll find some more Fireweed out there while we're at it."

Kaziwan glanced at the flask, "If et keeps m'warm, then ah'm gonna get'cha all'a da fiyaweed ya need." She smiled at him briefly, swatted Karrotak to keep him out of the orc's pockets, and turned to find the tauren again.

Sound of Iron (Open RP)

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