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!

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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…


Outcome:
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.

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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.

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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

Dance Of The Dead 2014

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The Forsaken are not known for their mercy, and how better to deal with war criminals who dare threaten the sovereignty of the Dark Ladies crown them to make a fearful display of ….justice? Once a year those who dare to earn the Forsaken’s special breed of ire are targeted for rounding up and then …a most gruesome blood sport.

Returning to their roots this Hallow’s Eve, the Forsaken shall once more host an annual celebrate that the Lord and Lady of the Caer Darrow once threw. This now macabre celebration is a mockery of the once great Autumn festival hosted by the former citizens 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.

Return with the Forsaken to their roots this Hallow’s Eve, and join us for: The Dance of the Dead.

*EVENT DATE: October 24th, 2014 – Friday night
*Time: Several events at several locations on the 24th, please consult your guild calenders for times and locations. OOC assembly begins around 6pm server for GMs to do final review of rules, and event.
*Style: RP-pvp, with rp after party.
*Horde Liaisons: Alorinis, Banshih, Sibelius
*Alliance Liaisons: Adamantt, Brambles, Rennali
*Art By: http://pallidjester.wix.com/portfolio

Alliance RP Schedule
Ramp Up Events: TBA
RP afterparty w/prizes: http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/14057036339

RP-PVP Overview Schedule – 6pm to 9pm server time
*6pm: OOC assembly and GM prep.
*7pm: Prisoners begin to assemble – the prisoners are pulled out of the UC and offered a deal they can’t refuse. Armed escorts arrive for clearing the path to their final destination.
*7:30pm/7:45pm – ‘March of the Damned’ – prisoners escorted march from the Undercity to their release point. The march is an rp event, and will not be pvp flagged. Armed rp escorts ride out with the prisoners.
*8pm: The Hunt Begins, this is the rp-pvp event.
*9pm: Hunt ends – score count announced. Alliance or Horde declared winner based on score.
*9pm: Caer Darrow Opening Ceremony. Horde characters who successfully killed Prisoners will be taken to an opening ceremony on the Caer Darrow where they are blessed by persons of the Cult of Forgotten Shadow. RP after party begins.

Horde Rp Schedule – 9:00pm until Midnight Server (This is NOT a pvp event and is open to all Horde rpers. See additional posts for prizes and additional details.)
*9pm: Opening ceremony at the Caer Darrow. Cult of Forgotten Shadow blessings and opening.
*Duel Contact – sign up begins after opening ceremony. Dueling begins @ 9:30pm: This event will start after the opening ceremonies. Dueling will be coordinated, and scored tracked by Plaguewalker. Persons wishing to enter into the dueling contest must show up on time to enter into the bracket. Late entries have a chance of not being able to duel for prizes, due to the ranking system. (Hosted By, The Sunguard) (First place is 30,000g)
*Costume Contest @ 10pm: (Hosted By, Dawnfury)
*Fortune Telling – All Night Starting immediately after opening ceremony. (Hosted By, Legion Of Vengeance)
*Dance Club – All Night Starting immediately after opening ceremony. (Hosted By, Umbrella Enclave in the Blacksmith)
*Corrupt A Wish – All Night Starting immediately after opening ceremony. (Hosted By, Undercity Nexus)
*Beheading Booth – All Night Starting immediately after opening ceremony. (Hosted By Megabucks Cartel)

How it works (rp-pvp): This event is broken up into 2 main events. The first big event is the rp-pvp event, involving hunting the Prisoners of War. The second event is the main rp on the Isle. The prisoners of war is a fairly simple system: the prisoners are marched to a location, released into the zone and then hunted or saved. The number of prisoners will be an odd numbered group, to prevent a tie. Which faction wins the night is decided based on how many Prisoners escape their fate, or are slain. This is a giant game of cat-and-mouse.

Horde Hunters will start in an area away from the Prisoners, as will the Alliance.

There is a heavy focus on ic rp for this event, even during the pvp. Prisoners who are fleeing for their lives have been stripped of their gear,disoriented, crippled and weakened. It is up to the Alliance to try and save the Prisoners, or for the Prisoners to save themselves from the armed and eager Hunters. OOCLY prisoners are not allowed to tell others where they are via whispers, guild chat, and other similar means. The prisoners only have /say and /yell – which can attract undesired attention.

The Alliance will have a rescue point, in which they need to escort the prisoners to.

Due to phasing, and lore issues the areas of Light’s Hope and Tyr’s Hand are considered taboo and off limits.

The Ride Of The Forsaken Royal Herald

From the depths of the Undercity a Royal Herald rides through the land to make an announcement. With him, his armed escorts carry warrants which are distributed through the land.

Dance Of The Dead Main Thread: http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/14057516601

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Hear me, my Forsaken Brothers and Sisters!

Be it enacted by the Queen’s most Excellent Majesty, by and with the advice and consent of the Cult of Forgotten Shadow, and People Of The Lordaeron Commons in this present assembly, that the season of the Great Hunt and Hallow’s End is upon our lands— and for such we shall grant Alliance War Criminals the gift of our Dark Lady’s generous mercy.

And we do, by the Advice of our Privy Council, declare and enjoin that those villains listed shall hereforth be known as wanted criminals, and are called forth to stand trial for their numerous crimes against the Sovereign crown of our dignified Queen and her loyal subjects. And whereas we have declared these our determinations, in privy council, that these persons stand guilty as charged and their ultimate punishment shall be decided through the Great Hunt.

Marissa Hemlock
Malyndros Oakenwing
Erolel
Aiden Portergauge
Arrawen Ravenheart
Mercilla Reiff
Aulphe Iceclaw
Sauviette
Ithramin
Silaria
Finnelly
“Fingers”
Vessen Andirok
Sylvael
Lloria
Raistlinn Greywhisper
Johnathan Beredric
Ailardan Grenn
Ashivar Frost Vel’Achilles
Kattance Asheton

This decree has been issued by our most wondrous Queen, and She declares it our welcome task to fetch those whom do not step forth willingly. Given on this day, the first of October, her desire shall be made manifest.

And she does further declare it to be Her Royal Will and Pleasure that the ritual of the Wickerman be observed, and once more festivities at the Caer Darrow be renewed for the merriment and moral of the enduring people of Lordaeron, the Forsaken and their honored guests of the Horde.

May the Shadows bless our magnanimous and compassionate Queen— may her will prevail!

Let Them Run: Warrants Issued (RP Story)

Paperwork is one of the single greatest elements of her duties that Ban dreaded. Her duties as a field Commander were less than glamorous, and the fact that she lacked someone to push paperwork on her behalf was a firm reminder as to just where she sat in the pecking order of the Forsaken military. After Varimathas’ betrayal, the Deathstalkers had largely been gutted and stripped of their privilege and utility. Today, only a few Deathstalkers retained much in the way of pomp, and those individuals she personally regarded as gifted !@# kissers who knew how to manage politics more than a dagger.

Within the Undercity proper, she returned to the ‘Rogues Quarters’ and there settled in to handle the task at hand: warrants were to be issued. The gesture of these particular warrants was shallow, just a political mask for the bare minimum sake of legality for what was to happen. Quill in hand, she consulted a collective of Intel on various persons within the Alliance. Who would she damn? 

First removed from the list were the civilians, because they evoked too much of a bleeding heart complex and were not as fun to “judge”. The group of persons removed second from potential warrants were soldiers who were listed as aging, or too disabled to handle the game at hand. By the end of her sorting, Ban had a list of healthy soldiers in their prime, perfect targets to send a message with.  Quill in hand she began to write:

“ WANTED

To all whom it may concern,  following persons of the Alliance are here by marked as wanted for unlawful actions against Undercity, The Lady Sylvannas, and the Forsaken. It is preferential that they be captured alive to face trial for their misdeeds. 

• Sir Nicholas Graveshire, Commander of the Grey Hand: this bestial man stands accused of engaging in ambushes on Forsaken military and civilian targets in the Silverpine area. A variety of murders are credited to this man, he is considered dangerous.

• Talrendor Nightwhisper: This man stands accused of having slaughtered a member of the Royal Apothecary Society who was engaging in peaceful field research. He is also credited with the burning of research labs, and civilian locations. Approach with caution, considered dangerous.

• Elizabeth Longstead: This woman is wanted for her sabotage, and theft of medical supplies that were being sent to the war efforts in Orgimmar. Approach with caution. 

• Collar: This individual is only known by an assumed alias. He is wanted for the torture and dismemberment of a number of Forsaken, often killing Forsaken in a prolonged and exceptionally painful manner in a manner that implies he has the tendencies of a true sadist. Approach with caution, considered dangerous.

• Sir Alverdo Blackmoore: A known faithful of the Light, this man has killed Deathguards and Apothecaries in peace time. He has made use of the Light in combat to inflict special and malicious pain upon his targets. Those who survive are maimed, and endure long term suffering. Approach with caution, consult a Lightslayer if possible.

• Penthe: A bounty hunter who has taken claim to hunting Forsaken during war and peace time. Their targets include civilians and non-combatants. Approach with caution.

~Signed, Deathstalker Field Commander #1971U

The wording was simple and direct; there was no need for grandiose conjecture. Those who read the warrant would know its true purpose, and understand that this was just a small gesture that was a part of a far grander act. Those on the list were the desired game to hunt at the coming Forsaken festivities; The Dance Of The Dead. It would not take long for the warrant to circulate among the hands of the Forsaken, and in turn other members of the Horde….and finally perhaps even the Alliance. Her only regret was not being able to see the reactions of the Alliance when the hollow decree reached their hands.

Shovel Party (rp-pvp)

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“Knowing that the Alliance shall turn and focus their efforts on the Forsaken after Garrosh falls. Based on reports, Garrosh shall fall soon. With this in mind, we are aggressively ‘recruiting’ humans who have recently fallen in the Siege Of Orgimmar. Graveyard after graveyard has been pillaged for its recently deceased, and have stumbled upon a wealth of bodies and parts. Calling upon our allies for aide we ventured forth to pillage. We like to call these mass recruitment drives ‘Shovel Parties’.”

Battle At The Darrow (RP-PVP)

Battle At The Darrow (RP-PvP, Event Summary)

Alliance Perspective: Currently, the Alliance are eagerly searching out information sources on the Dance Of The Dead. Various Alliance groups have been sent to scout to learn more information in regards to the Forsaken’s celebration – along the way several Alliance scouts were captured by the Forsaken.Loath to passively stand by as their peers were “recruited” into the Forsaken ranks, the Alliance acted swiftly to confront the captors to liberate their peers.

Horde Perspective: An Alliance strike force was causing problems for the Forsaken and their allies. The fact of the matter is that a leading official within the Deathguard allied about the true nature of the matter to rally troops. The Horde’s forces thought that they were simply defending against an Alliance offensive.

Results: The fighting was brutal, each side believing their cause just. At times both sights were locked into a stale mate, eventually the Alliance over coming out of only the sheer desperate desire to save their peers. Victorious  though bloodied, the Alliance reclaimed their captive peers and then made a hasty retreat to safety. Defeated, the Horde forces scattered to tend to their wounds.

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Answering the call to Arms, various forces rallied in the ruins of Lordaeron.

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At the Darrow itself, both forces met and soon the blood or ichor was flowing. Impassioned, both sides bought tooth and nail.

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At the end of the conflict, the Alliance proved victorious and reclaimed their captive brethren.

 

Post battle, members of the Nexus were in need of medical care. One newly risen member who still clings to the Light sought the comfort of the Light, only to regret it.

Let Them Run – Warrants Issued (RP Story)

(This is an rp story that is a tie into the Dance Of The Dead Halloween event. All characters listed here are listed with player consent and knowledge.)

Dance Of The Dead Event Thread: http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/9936653772

Paperwork is one of the single greatest elements of her duties that Ban dreaded. Her duties as a field Commander were less than glamorous, and the fact that she lacked someone to push paperwork on her behalf was a firm reminder as to just where she sat in the pecking order of the Forsaken military. After Varimathas’ betrayal, the Deathstalkers had largely been gutted and stripped of their privilege and utility. Today, only a few Deathstalkers retained much in the way of pomp, and those individuals she personally regarded as gifted !@# kissers who knew how to manage politics more than a dagger.

Within the Undercity proper, she returned to the ‘Rogues Quarters’ and there settled in to handle the task at hand: warrants were to be issued. The gesture of these particular warrants was shallow, just a political mask for the bare minimum sake of legality for what was to happen. Quill in hand, she consulted a collective of Intel on various persons within the Alliance. Who would she damn?

First removed from the list were the civilians, because they evoked too much of a bleeding heart complex and were not as fun to “judge”. The group of persons removed second from potential warrants were soldiers who were listed as aging, or too disabled to handle the game at hand. By the end of her sorting, Ban had a list of healthy soldiers in their prime, perfect targets to send a message with.

Quill in hand she began to write:

“ WANTED

To all whom it may concern, following persons of the Alliance are here by marked as wanted for unlawful actions against Undercity, The Lady Sylvannas, and the Forsaken. It is preferential that they be captured alive to face trial for their misdeeds. 

• Sir Nicholas Graveshire, Commander of the Grey Hand: this bestial man stands accused of engaging in ambushes on Forsaken military and civilian targets in the Silverpine area. A variety of murders are credited to this man, he is considered dangerous.
• Talrendor Nightwhisper: This man stands accused of having slaughtered a member of the Royal Apothecary Society who was engaging in peaceful field research. He is also credited with the burning of research labs, and civilian locations. Approach with caution, considered dangerous.
• Elizabeth Longstead: This woman is wanted for her sabotage, and theft of medical supplies that were being sent to the war efforts in Orgimmar. Approach with caution. 
• Collar: This individual is only known by an assumed alias. He is wanted for the torture and dismemberment of a number of Forsaken, often killing Forsaken in a prolonged and exceptionally painful manner in a manner that implies he has the tendencies of a true sadist. Approach with caution, considered dangerous.
• Sir Alverdo Blackmoore: A known faithful of the Light, this man has killed Deathguards and Apothecaries in peace time. He has made use of the Light in combat to inflict special and malicious pain upon his targets. Those who survive are maimed, and endure long term suffering. Approach with caution, consult a Lightslayer if possible.
• Penthe: A bounty hunter who has taken claim to hunting Forsaken during war and peace time. Their targets include civilians and non-combatants. Approach with caution.

~Signed, Deathstalker Field Commander #1971U”

The wording was simple and direct; there was no need for grandiose conjecture. Those who read the warrant would know its true purpose, and understand that this was just a small gesture that was a part of a far grander act. Those on the list were the desired game to hunt at the coming Forsaken festivities.

It would not take long for the warrant to circulate among the hands of the Forsaken, and in turn other members of the Horde….and finally perhaps even the Alliance. Her only regret was not being able to see the reactions of the Alliance when the hollow decree reached their hands.