“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.”
“High Command demands that we begin to prepare…. -U”
Server Forum Thread: http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/20743535080
Details coming soon…
PS – Pardon ignore lack of site updates. The guild is active and has infact enjoyed a recent boom of new recruits and spike in activity pushing 12+ players online at once many times.
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>
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.
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 Alliance sought to preemptively strike at Venomspite to cut our efforts low, and cripple our attempts to obtain the heart of the soul forge. Hearing of their march, we rallied in Venomspite and marched out from there to meet the Alliance in a narrow icy path. There our forces clashed, and there they knew our terrible wrath. -Deathstalker Field Commander #1971U”
RP-PVP Event Outcome: Forsaken Victory
Eastern Offensive verses Undercity Nexus
About: During the Third War, the Cult of the Damned smuggled a relic across the great sea, where, due to the intervention of a great, and terrible squall of a storm, it was lost. After years of research, scrying, and study, a surviving Cult splinter cell has come upon the trade route that was used to carry this utter terror of a thing. They erred though in that, before they could recover this abomination against all free willed life both the Eastern Offensive, and the Undercity Nexus learned of their attempt at salvage.Now the three factions race to recover that which never should have been made, and never should have been salvaged.
“We must move with haste.”