The warrior did his best to respond but seeing as his lower jaw was gone the only sound that came out was a gurgling noise. Teirvel laughed to himself, he knew the warriors name he simply enjoyed toying with the new recruits. "Ah yes, your name is Gulive" pretending to look down at his chart. The warrior banged his sword against his shield and let out a roar which sent spit, blood and chunks of flesh into Teirvel's face.
"That is just... lovely." Teirvel said as he wiped the mess from his face, slightly annoyed. "Go check in with Vizier Sanathein, he will give you a tabard and instruct you on our policies. Have him find someone to equip you with a proper jaw. I do not enjoy being drenched in whatever is coming from your mouth... hole, I don't know what to call it but it needs to be fixed." Gulive nodded and hurriedly ran off to find the Vizier.
Muttering to himself Teirvel entered his tent. The forces had nearly doubled in number over the last week, and the new recruits looked eager for combat. They had been coming in such numbers he had volunteered to help with inspection. Sitting at his desk Teirvel began to scribble a note for the bulletin at Undercity.
Defilers of Arathor (level 22) now recruiting, we are open to all races and classes. Let it be known that by joining our ranks you will putting yourself in a constant struggle to retake Stromgarde and Arathi Highlands. You will find yourself in combat with many of those who call themselves the Keepers of Stromgarde.
Defilers of Arathor is recruiting Forsaken brethren to partake in our Wpvp and rp community.