“After returning to the Undercity I began to research the tabards and markings of the humans who ambushed our blight wagon convoy. Much to our mixed delight and disgust it was discovered that the group did not belong to the Alliance and were members of the so called Alterac nation. All bets are off. With that knowledge we made haste to get our bodies repaired and returned to the field to track down the injured men and women and ambush them as they were recouping.
We were kind enough to knock on their door before entering into the fray. By knocking on their door I mean we deployed a ‘bombie’ – a freshly dead Alterac human who we gutted, stuffed full of glass, waste, and rotten mean, and armed as an explosive. Said bombie was sent walking their way, begging for help…a calling card few can ignore. -U”
“In light of recent mission failures we have been given more menial tasks to attend to. Our primary operations will now be centered around assisting with supply runs, and escorts through the Broken Isles through hostile settings. Though we certainly expected the Legion to pose a pressing threat, we were equally prepared to address the Alliance. Our first escort deployment was a blight wagon, which was destined to resupply troops at a Warden’s Tower. It was upon the final stretch of our escort ride were we ambushed…
The confrontation itself was bloody, with the Nexus giving nothing easily as we fought to the bitter end and spilled much blood. The fighting itself drew to a stalemate as the Alliance refused to back down leaving us with the option of mutual destruction, or surrender. We opted to blow up the blight wagon, and take out as many of our attackers as possible.”
The Undercity Nexus has been given a new assignment in the darkest depths of Stormheim. In recent weeks, there have been raids on coastal outposts, Forsaken camps laid to waste, ransacked, crews missing. At first it was thought the Gilnean menace were up to no good- but the true culprit has revealed itself.
The mists roll in, and when it leaves- they take everything. It is the workings of the kvaldir, the accursed Helarjar… and we are tasked with going against them, stopping them in their tracks- and recovering our stolen ships.
The biggest concern is the haunting toll of a mariner’s bell..
((Our new campaign, Beware the Kvaldir, is in full swing! See the guild calendar for more information, or visit the forums for the campaign post!))
“As the year comes to a close, there is a need for a return to some sense of community. The Horde has suffered greatly in the past few years, and small community sparring events such as the one that took place this evening serve to fortify our resolve. -U”
“The rotters in High Command have a twisted sense of humor. For yet another year the observation of Winter’s Veil has been passed down to us via High Command as a mandatory celebration. The mentality behind such an order is simple – remind us that we are to jump when told. The typical spin is that the parties and festive interactions boost morale, and that low morale troops are subject to recycle. And so like every year, we host a small awkward holiday party and exchange gifts. -U”
DATE: Dec 19th @ Tavern Night
OOC: Gift exchange rules are as follows!
Only people giving a gift may get a gift. Gifts must not be junk items, and may not exceed in vaue of 10,000 gold. Acceptable gifts include rare pets, crafted toys, unique potions, and more. Players / Characters must be attending the Tavern Night to take part, ugly sweaters are optional but encouraged.