Lordaeron Memorial March

“Once more a great host of mourners gathered to observe the Scourging of Lordaeron. For many years we have gathered to observe the loss of our families, friends, lovers, and countrymen. On this occasion, the date has shifted to allow for the march to be observed at the start of Hallow’s End. This year we retraced Prince Arthas Menethil’s walk from Stratholme, to the Throneroom of Lordaeron where he murdered his father.

Notable of those observing the Memorial were members of the Dread WAtch, Death Knights, who stood by the blood stain upon the throne room floor. In silence, they soon in reverend regard, honoring and protecting the very place where our King fell.”

Liberation Festival – Dance Of The Dead

“Once a year we gather upon the grounds of the Caer Darrow to spite the Cult Of The Damned, and celebrate our liberation from the Lich King and the horrors thrust upon us by cruel fate.”

“Every year this festival is opened with a speech, and then a proper pray and blessing from the Cult Of Forgotten Shadow.”

“Throughout the evening a variety of engaging events, and live entertainment is offered to any who would brave coming.”

Dance Of The Dead (RP Event)

Wanted fliers litter Azeroth, with targets marked for justice by the Forsaken. Veterans of the Forsaken’s dark agendas know what this heralds, and already are fleeing from what is to come next.

Once more hunting horns in Lordaeron sound off, as the Forsaken hunt again.

Dance Of The DeadWith LIVE Special
Guest Appearance: Patty Mattson
Voice Actress of Sylvannas Windrunner

  • Dates: Oct 21st & 22, 2021
  • Trial By Combat Tournament: Oct 21st, 2021
  • ‘Liberation Festival’ Dance Of The Dead After Party: Oct 22nd, 2021
  • Discord: https://discord.gg/WTTGgvdSSW 28
  • Server: Moon Guard – US, all RP servers are welcome. However, prizes are limited to MG.
  • Contact: Banshih (H), Mirchea (H), Krokthar (H), Maxen (A), Zaria (A),Terez (A)

There are many who seek to destroy the Forsaken, and yet they endure against all odds. Scarlets, Alliance, and even the Cult Of The Damned have made this year’s wanted list and the bounties for their surrender to the Forsaken is most enticing.

Unlike previous year’s each of these criminals will face trial by combat, with Champions of the Horde & Alliance selected to duel to determine their fates: a stay of execution, or an execution.

Where: Utgarde Keep, Northrend
Time: 9pm EST


(more coming soon)

Join the Forsaken for a night of festivities as they celebrate their liberation from the Lich King and remember their fallen Kingdom! For one night a celebration is hosted at the Caer Darrow where members of the Horde, Neutral factions, and even a few brave Alliance members gather and celebrate for an evening.

Location: Caer Darrow, Island in the Western Plaguelands
Opening Ceremony: 8pm EST
Close: 1am EST

Booth 1: Ashes of Alar (Cursed Cantrips)

Booth 2: War Wolves (costume contest at 9:30 PM)

Booth 3: Hearthstone Tribe

Booth 4: Undercity Nexus (Death Prediction and Cards of Omen)

Booth 5: PvP Duel Tournament at 9PM (lil’ further out on the bridge than shown on the map)

Booth 6: Argent Advance (Arm wrestling, Cards of Omen)

Booth 7: Cast Company (Corrupt-a-Wish)

Booth 8: Modan Co.

This year we are excited to welcome a special guest to Dance Of The Dead! Our guest of honor is Patty Mattson, the voice actress for Sylvannas Windrunner. She will join us live in discord voice chat and is going to hang out and do a moderated community meet and greet session with a Q&A session.

Sponsored by Undercity Nexus.

When Lordaeron fell to the Scourge, it did not go easily. The Champions who fought to the bitter end still dwell among the Forsaken. On this night they host a grand duel tournament in memory of those desperate final moments, in which life and death hung in the balance…and for most, there was only *death*.

  • Sign Up Time: 8:30pm EST start
  • Dueling Start: 9:30 pm EST (firm)
  • Players must be present to sign up on time, and present when called to duel or they forfeit their place in the tournament.
  • Duel Tournament Master: Corta (Horde)

Duel Tournament Rules: This is a pvp duel tournament, with no rules. Everything is allowed. Characters can use any toys, covenant powers, flasks, buff food, raid buffs, and more. This duel tournament is open to all factions.


Duel Tournament Prizes: This prize pool is subject to be updated based on gold donations. Only PVPers on the Moon Guard server can claim these prizes. The prizes can be won by players on any faction: Horde or Alliance.

  • 1st Place: 1,250,000 gold and the RP title, ‘Champion Of The Hallow’
  • 2nd Place: 750,000 gold
  • Judge & Fan Favorite Fight: One fight of them all will be selected as a fan and judge favorite of the fights. Both players in that battle will be awarded 500,000g.

This year’s exceptional prize pool of OVER 3 million gold has been made possible by a number of wonderful RP guilds on Moon Guard. A special thanks go out to these guilds for their **outstanding** generosity. Guilds are invited to continue to donate to this prize pool, and when new donations are added we will update the prize pool and credits.

Dance Of The Dead 2016

“With the Legion baying at the gates now is not the hour to fritter away life, limb, and precious resources. Yet the malice, mistrust, and simmering rage between the Alliance and Horde results in a battle lust that must be sated. Hence, the Forsaken’s annual great hunt has been stayed in favor of less internecine sport. A cathartic bloodletting is called for, one to determine who truly fields the greatest of champions.

The People of Lordaeron and their Dark Lady’s ascent to prominence within the Horde is an event to be lauded (or bemoaned) for many. With the specter of the Burning Legion casting a long shadow over all the free peoples of Azeroth, this event has resulted in a need to find comfort in the bloody embrace of violent tradition! As is every year, the annual festival known as The Dance of the Dead, a reincarnation of an ancient seasonal celebration that started in Caer Darrow will be observed.

Join us under the mantle of our glorious new Warchief, our great Dark Lady, the Queen of Lordaeron for an evening of revelry and glory!”

OOC Thank you for yet another great Dance Of The Dead!


Dance Of The Dead 2015

Moon Guard Role Playing Event

Dance Of The Dead 2015 

(Moon Guard, Halloween RP-PVP Event)

For far too long the Forsaken have labored under the baleful gaze of the KorKron Overseers. With the recent rebellion, and the disposal of the Overseers from the Undercity the Forsaken are once more at liberty to live, fight, and ravel as they please. How better to celebrate their new found freedom than to evoke an old tradition that the KorKron saw fit to outlaw?

Returning to their roots this Hallow’s Eve, the Forsaken shall once more host an annual celebration that the Lord and Lady of the Caer Darrow once hosted. This now macabre celebration is a mockery of the once great Autumn festival hosted by the once living of the isle. Most notable of all the nights activities is the dreaded Great Hunt. For on this night, the Forsaken select a number of Prisoners of War and offer them something precious: their life. But only if…they can run for it.

Master Forum Thread With Details: http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/18300813612?page=1

Alliance Contact (Whisper or Mail): Tanzher <Eastern Offensive>, Kenny<The Pyrebird Sodality>, Sylvael <Dor Serrar>
Horde Contact (Whisper or Mail): Banshih <Undercity Nexus>, Larrendias <First Light>, Amalathea <Blackbriar>

Contact for calendar invs to events for more details.

MidNight Raid (RP-PVP) (Story Post)

Forsaken preparing to ride out, the midnight raid.

MidNight Raid (Dance Of The Dead RP-PVP Event) (Oct 2nd, 2015)

Under the cover of night, in the darkest hours before the sun chases the moon from the sky, the Forsaken launched a brutal surprise assault on a supply Keep in RedRidge. Deathstalkers infiltrated the Keep, slaughtering in the Keep’s guard, and planting explosives to destroy the front gates, allowing for the full invasion force to push into the city proper. Fortunately, the hostile force had been spots en-route, and the Alliance were able to quickly scramble a defensive force to meet the onslaught. The result was brutal hand to hand urban combat, leaving much of the city in a state of destruction, with only one curious and symbolic district left untouched…

The following districts were completely annihilated, with the newly dead returned to the Undercity: Residential District, and Arcane Gallery & Library. The Alliance Successfully defended the Trader’s Row, and there was a stalemate at the Town Hall & Military District. The only place left untouched was the holy ground at the Light’s Bastion.


Commander Jacob Perry couldn’t help but think he was an extraordinarily poor choice for his current duty. His face was the kind of thing that one would expect icebreakers to steer clear of on safety grounds. His voice was, when enraged (which was often) the sort of thing one could use as a siege weapon. His body was some improbable mixture of solid muscle, and scar tissue (all of this wrapped in more armor and arms than the Stormwind military command thought was ‘strictly necessary’ for a full strength division). He had also never had a family, and the only thing that made him nervous was dealing with a child.

Separated by a gargantuan desk littered with maps and reports sat his exact opposite in all things. A small, sniffling, soot stained little girl, no older than eight, wrapped in a muddy blue dress, and a blanket rattled on endlessly as the Commander furiously scribbled at a piece of parchment. Ill-ease with the young aside, the officer was deeply relieved the child had survived. This happiness wasn’t just for the sole reason that he didn’t like any innocent life being taken, but because the girl had hidden in the town hall’s bell tower. She’d seen the whole attack from her perch, and once she’d calmed down? Little Alice Sager proved a simply ideal information source. The incident report, which would be distributed to those it concerned, and then, later, the public at large was read aloud.

“On October the Second, the walled town of Ellendale was subject to attack by Horde forces under the leadership of the Forsaken. Raiders brutally cut down loyal and lawful town guard and militia protecting the town, setting fire to a number of buildings before using a bomb to break Ellendale’s gates. While horde forces mustered to continue their aggression, the lull in activity between the raid, and the main attack permitted brave men and women from a diverse array of backgrounds to serve the Alliance with heroism and distinction.

The Alliance forces proved their mettle and skill in house to house, stall to stall, shop to shop fighting in the town’s primary trade district. It should be noted by Command that the Alliance’s troops proved very adept at city-fighting, and this may prove useful in the future. From eye-witness description, the soldiers held their ground despite barbaric hardships.

The town hall, and military districts were hit even harder, and despite what has been described as utter carnage? The Alliance was able to keep a handhold on these locations until the enemy withdrew. That said, a great deal of property damage, and loss of life were recorded.

Finally, the most regrettable aspect of this egregious act must be stated. Despite the steel, and valor of the troops, the arcane, and residential districts were a total loss. Looted, plundered, pillaged, and burned, our forces continue to search for survivors among the wreckage. Relief forces are currently tending to survivors and searching for remains.

In the Name of the King,
Commander Jacob Perry”

The little girl raised her hand, waving her ash stained fingers in the air. Before being ‘called’ on, she spoke. “Mister Perry, I forgot something. They carried all the dead people off.” The Commander looked up, blinked, and without thinking uttered an explicative that he would later need to vehemently apologize to a certain person’s parents for back with the other refugees.

Story By: Ansadril

The hostile Forsaken forces were met with defense forces. Some forces were successful in their defense of a district, while other districts in the city fell.


The Chair And Her Many Gifts (RP Story)

(Written with permission, knowledge, and consent from the other adult RPer that this scene features. This story is that of a scene that took place in the Undercity last night between Ban and a prisoner as a part of Dance Of The Dead.)

The Chair And Her Many Gifts

The capture and retention of Worgen had posed a variety of complications to the Forsaken. Painful trial and error had taught the Forsaken many lessons when working with the Worgen. The primary trouble being in that the beasts could easily shift forms and through such escape or destroy restraints. Having learned from their commonly fatal lessons, a variety of rather painful restraints had been developed over time: the most popular was a certain chair that sat in the depths of the Undercity Labs.

The trick that they had learned was to acquire a Worgen in human form, and restrain them in such a state. More so, insure that the restrains used on the limbs of the subject were strong enough so that if the person shifted into their larger and more dangerous bestial form, that the restraints did not give way, and would potentially crush bones.

From the lot of Prisoners fought and acquired in Pyrewood, Ban selected one. She did not want to select someone deemed vulnerable  weak, or a dishonorable target for what she had in mind.  Selected was a larger male who struck her as a sort of leader figure, Nicholas Graveshire. Nicholas was not retired to the prison cells, rather his still unconscious body was dragged down into the labs, he was sent to the chair.

Restrain after restraint was put into place, securing the unconscious human form to the chairs frame. Each restraint, a mixture of leather reinforced with metal that would lock the victims limbs in place at several key pressure points. Last, his head was pulled back, and secured in an upright position, jaw shut. When finally the work of securing the newest victim to the chair was done, those assisting with the task departed, leaving the Deathstalker to her work.

Within the labs, and specifically the laboratory, the tables surrounding the chair offered a dazzling collection of horrific tools. Most of these tools were not sterile, still befouled by previous victims or experiments. Some of the tools had been designed just for Worgen, others were re-imagined for Worgen. Ban’s personal favorite of the tools was a simple devise that was originally used by morticians: a sort of bolt gun used for wiring a mouth shut.

She’d grown tired of the threats, and banter of the prisoners and was no sooner inclined to listen to this new mutt bark at her than she was any others. More so, this method she had found was extremely effective at addressing the danger of Worgen bites. Holding the slender instrument in hand, Ban moved to claim a seat in the man’s lap, straddling his legs and facing him in a manner in which a lover might. This act was to be intimate, but if only to further leave him with a sense of violation. He would live, and he would be whole…but he would not forget her.

Pressing her body close to his, she reached forward to gently shift his upper lip, exposing the upper gum line. Pressing the guns tip to his upper mandible, she pulled the trigger, firing a fine metal anchor into flesh and bone. The resulting blinding burst of pain was his rude awakening. 

In full disregard for the now fully aware Worgen, she continued to her work. Under her, she could feel him starting to struggle. Each restraint was tested and pulled on, as he tried to turn his head away. Fresh blood was starting to pour from the anchor wound, bathing his front teeth, lips, and chin in crimson.

From the top, down she moved. Once more his lip was pulled back a bit with the application of force and the gun was pressed to his lower jaw at the root of his gum line. For a moment she lingered, letting his fear  build for but a few moment before once more she pulled the trigger and fired a new anchor through his lower mandible. Through clenched teeth he screamed with renewed pain.

Attached to the back of the instrument was a collection of metal wires for this much intended job. Ban selected a wire and then wired his jaw shut using the anchor points in his upper and lower mandible.

There. Now, so long as you behave I won’t have to add anymore,” Her words were spoken in common with a rather calm tone, she was pleasant if only to add further insult. He could only scream through his closed mouth, eyes clenched shut in pain. To this, she undid the restrains that originally held his jaw shut, just for such a task. When it came to the Worgen, the Forsaken had their torture down to a science.

It was now time to retire the gun, and so she slipped free from his lap and walked back over to the nearby table of tools. The bolt gun was laid down without cleaning, as she seemed to have difficulty deciding on what to use next. The truth was she knew exactly what would come next, if only to save the man’s life for further fun. The purpose of the faux delay was to give him time to move past the pain, and to look upon the depths of the Labs. There were many horrors to behold.

Too many who engaged in torture did so on an amateur level, crudely destroying the body with no appreciation for setting, layers of pain, mood, or emotion. Here and now, she had no intention on breaking his body. Physical wounds heal quickly, far too quickly with Worgen. This man’s case required a delicate and skilled hand, one that understood the nature of prolonged suffering.

To endure those coming days, much less the next few hours Nicholas needed to heal. The original fight in Pyrewood had been violent, and bloody. From the table, she selected a rather long tube. Returning to him, Ban gave pause and appreciate the defiant bloody snarl now etched on his lips. He was seething mad beyond the realm of logic, and in his state of pain he was a prime candidate for her games.

Once more she reclaimed his lap, pressing close and lingering if only to better stare him in the eye. Under her, she could feel his struggles now mingle with revulsion as if he wanted to all but crawl out of his own skin to escape the undead woman who was now taking disgusting advantage of the situation. 

With his mouth wired shut, paired with his blind hatred and distrust for the Forsaken she would be unable to feed him anything, at least willingly. This is where force feeding came into play. “For this, I advise you to co-operate, if only to reduce the possible complications and pain that you will suffer if you do not otherwise. When you feel a tickle or scratching in your throat, you should swallow.” To that, she unwound the tube, and pressed just the end of it to the tip of his nose.

“Between the threat of your bite and the fact that most of you refuse to eat while here, preferring to try and kill yourselves through starvation we have come up with this feeding system,”  though it was unseen, she was smiling under her leather face mask. The end of the feeding tube was tapped on the tip of his nose a few more times. Without a word of warning, or even the benefit of lubrication, she proceeded to then stuff the tube up into his nose.

This was a new kind of pain, that even a seasoned veteran of combat had never before experienced. From within, a new series of nerves were awakened as the passage of the feeding tube was forcefully working its way up through his nose, into his sinuses, and then down and into his throat and finally stopping nested within his guts.

By the time the feeding tube had been secured, he was panting with rage. A sort of shiver was building as he resisted the urge to release his fury. Every part of his being wanted to rip the undead woman before him apart. Over the years, he’d heard tale and rumor of the Forsaken’s machinations, and yet prior to now had been mercifully free of such cruelty.

Once more Ban retreated from his lap, leaving Nicholas to his suffering and dread. He’d watch her move about the room, noting the sure direction and movement of the woman’s step. He noticed she lacked eyes, or an upper face and now had to question as to how such a being functioned without any handicap. He’d also note that she seemed to favor an injury, and her armor bore heavy fresh patches and mends.

From the tables she plucked a collection of bags of ‘food’, and finally a health potion before eventually coming to a stop before a common Goblin made blender. The health potion was first poured out into the blender, and then each bag was opened and carefully dumped in. From where he sat, it was hard to initially make out the contents of each bag. It was by the second bag when the ‘food’ began to try and crawl out of the blender glass that he understood that the bags contained insects: cockroaches, maggots, and flies stripped of their wings. This is the food the Forsaken ate, and in turn offered their prisoners.

From this noxious combination a foul and gritty soup was made: the blender doing a fine job of obliterating it’s contents. Blender glass in hand, Ban returned to him once more. As the contents of the glass swished and swirled, Nicholas could already feel the bile rising in his throat.

“Mind that you keep this down, we need to heal those wounds and get a meal in you,” the truth was that she didn’t care if he listened. The moment fresh vomit hit those fresh anchor points in his jaw, would be when he learned to never vomit again.

This time, she would not claim his lap, knowing what was to come.

No sooner was she pouring the soup into the tube was Nicholas gagging. He tried once more to thrash himself free, wholly ineffective at even moving. The noxious mix was cold, and as the sludge began to move through him he could feel its creeping advance.

No sooner did the sludge begun to fill his stomach did a series of powerful contractions wrack his body: he had to vomit. The very moment that the fresh bile and foul concoction hit his mouth wounds he became painfully aware of the peril of vomiting. Through clenched teeth  he sputtered, trying to control the reaction while also trying to breathe. Not only was he in pain, but he also was in danger of asphyxiating. Through sheer will, and the primal drive to survive he suppressed the reaction and swallowed back his own regurgitation if only to be able to breathe.

Ban took this all in with callous disregard and trained patience. Nicholas was not the first Worgen she’d tortured, but he would be one of the few to survive.

When finally the contents of the blender glass was fully poured out did she step away, offering the top of his head an affectionate pat. “That’s a good boy, now if you just listen to my advice the next few days will go so much easier for you. I have quite a bit of gold on you surviving the Dance.”

My Mood Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxYGeTV6fCw House Of The Rising Sun, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dF-fKECmLQA Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood