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It had been another long day with forces spread too thin. Gentyl ended with a last visit to the harbor in hopes of seeing the familiar sails of the Mary Celeste, but the dock was empty. She lingered on top of the tower with her spyglass scanning the horizon until dusk passed and night spread her ebony wings. The drake under her shook his head in mild impatience and she reluctantly kicked him into flight.
Back at the tower, Mira and Meriste were laughing in a corner as Mira played bits of a new song she was working on. Charitye was sprawled across Lahkin's lap glowing bright blue in happiness. Gentyl really needed to talk to Imperon about the glowing druid.
Tobias crept slowly across the great room trying not to spill the hot tea he'd fetched without being asked. Gentyl was tempted to meet him and take the cup, but the orphan took great pleasure in being useful so she waited patiently in her chair.
"Sepha," he said solemnly, "I present your tea."
"Indeed, thank you master Tobias. Thank you."
"Teriis fixed it with mint so you could sleep."
"I doubt I will need much help sleeping, but thank you both for thinking of me."
He sat down at her feet, adjusting the wooden sword at his side. "Did you fight lots of horrible horde today?"
"Not as many as I should have, but yes."
He quelled his questions when she reached for the quill.
Tauren druid belonging to the Steam clan.
Guilty of murdering civilian and soldier alike. Destruction of property. Leading horde forces against alliance holdings with reckless disregard for life or property. Considered highly dangerous. Geared in finest equipment from the arena masters.
Suggest putting him down at the earliest opportunity.
Cyrus sat in the Blue Recluse, glancing over a bit of parchment. At his side was a rather curious druid, peering at the news of the latest attack on Goldshire.
"Not getting any ideas, are you?" Ciellia asked, peering up at Cyrus.
Cyrus chuckled quietly, shaking his head. "No... the Presidium needs the experience. When it looks like they've earned their fair share of it, we'll deal with that little band of misfits claiming victory over a farming town..." He chuckled again, amused at the thought. "Farming town... seems the Horde is moving up in the world."
Cyrus strolled through the cathedral, rarely here if not for the random Horde attacks. He glanced through the Horde bodies, seeing faces he'd seen from posters. Brutacus, Bandaidz, Byepolar and others. He chuckled at a thought, saying to himself,
"I'll give them one thing. They did manage to last a few minutes longer than I guessed in a building of peace. Maybe they'll take the hint and stay down... or gone. Either." He glanced down at a random Horde warrior, shaking his head as he strolled back out. "Damn Horde are favoring suicide runs, now? Guess they need Thrall more than they thought."
As he stepped outside, he looked toward the dispersing Alliance groups. "Keep your fight outside Stormwind.... Within these walls, you won't only be dealing with the Presidium..."
Edited by Çyrus on 10/16/2011 7:43 PM PDT
i stare off into space wondering what is my foes thinking. do they really think they won.. how much of a win is it when it take over a army of thirty plus men to take out only twelve people. why did it take so long over 10 mins. if you call that a win wow you are worse then we thought..
((Byepolar, if you want even numbers set up wargames. In defense we will accept any who are willing to defend as does the horde. We win when the attackers go home. If we give up defense we state so and so held the land. Let's not let bickering spoil what we've got started.))
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