"What... a bore." Valamunre mumbled under her breath in Thalassian, her manicured fingernails drumming against the wooden ledge of the ship. Her other hand was cupping her cheek, her elbow resting. Being stuck on a ship wasn't necessarily her cup of tea, but she could deal with it, as long as she made some form of a profit in the end.
Valamunre Silverhawk, along with other Horde companions, were stranded on the Horde's Venegeance. The city of Theramore had been nearly wiped out, she too late for the fun of the fight, but she was summoned just in time to see the dropping of the bomb. It seemed almost like a holiday, to see a flash of wild colors, close to resembling fireworks, destroying a town which held the feeble Alliance.
A wicked grin spread across Valamunre's lips at the thought, her eyes twinkling and searching for the zepplin that was to drop the arcane bomb. There seemed to be no sign of it, yet at least. Once there was, they would soon be able to dock, and to rummage around in what was left of Theramore, to make the crater the Horde's. It truly was wonderful.
After five more minutes of continuing to search the skies, Valamunre sighed heavily, a small glare forming on her face. Her felhunter sat right beside her, Zhaagrom calmly swishing his tail back and forth. She laid eyes on Zhaagrom, slowly turning around to cross her arms over her chest. The felhunter soon met eyes with her, Valamunre curling her lip at the demon.
"While we're there, you deserve a nice body to munch on, you disgusting, foul, thing you!" Valamunre cooed, unable to resist the urge to pat the felhunter on its head. She began to walk away from the ship's ledge, when suddenly, someone began to mention the zepplin. Murmurs began dashing across the ship, heads and bodies turning, warriors checking their armor, preparing themselves to make way onto land. Valamunre did a quick look down at herself, not needing much. Her scythe was sharpened, her fingers were ready, and her armor was in perfect condition. All there was to do now was watch the exploding show.
Valamunre had only moved her head, glancing over her shoulder and spotting the zepplin, the purple, swirling, arcane bomb glistening in the sun. Just as it had dropped, her lips twitched up into a coy smirk, the proud, brilliant colors parading themselves off to the world, shouting the glory of the Horde in a single second. Shouts of pride and excitement were heard, almost every soldier and fighter on the ship ready to take off and fight. It had soon settled down sound wise, but the energy still flowed, keeping it perfectly lively. Valamunre herself couldn't help but keep the smirk on her face. She took a seat on an empty crate, crossing her legs and waiting for the ship to land by the ruined town so they could all finally be off of the ship.
In what seemed like ages, the Horde's Venegeance had finally docked, warriors filing off and taking positions all around the perimeter. There was no time for games. The Alliance would be fighting back no doubt, and when they were to arrive, wouldn't take too long. Valamunre had decided to finally leave from her seat and removed herself from the ship, glad to be back on what was left of the land. All that seemed to be there now was a giant crater.
"Move up! Take all the supplies you can find and defend the peons as they build up our defenses! The Alliance will come to take revenge!"
Valamunre rolled her eyes, strolling off the ship and placing her hands on her hips as everyone began to scurry around, forming groups together to go scavenging. It was obvious enough the Alliance would want revenge, did this man really have to repeat what was echoing within everyone's heads? Then again, there were those that just couldn't see things so clearly.
With a downward cast, Valamunre looked upon Zhaagrom, the felhunter waiting for her move. She exhaled through her nose, finding the peons and walking over there, her hands striking up with a charcoal and purple glow, ready for when any enemy would attack.
Edited by Valamunre on 9/22/2012 6:24 PM PDT