World of Warcraft RPG: Role-Play Thread

Originally posted by Kaldorei
Marine smiled as she received the greeting. She grabbed the hand of the human and proudly introduced herself with a handshake.
"My name is Marine Starfall. It is an honor to be fighting at your side, Eiri" She said gently, shaking the hand of the human. She shook her head, straightening her long hair to get it out of her face. "I am a priestess of the goddess above and I will aid you in any way possible"
She then turned her head to the second human, as well a warrior. Despite the fact that both of them were humans, and both seemed to be warrior, they seemed different from each-other. Perhaps they trained in different kinds of art. By the look of it, the male seemed defensive, while the female seemed more the offensive kind.

She looked up into the morning skies, giving out a gentle sigh. She dreamt of her homelands, far too often. She had sworn alligance to the alliance, and by that their words were her commands. She dreamt of the day when she would be allowed to return to her beloved Kalimdor, where she was needed the most. The recent crash of the Draenei did not only increase her will to return, but brought up a new level of curiosity that she had not experienced before, ever.

Often enough Eiri would awake to the loud bugle, summoning them as to find corpses on the street. Rolling her sapphire like eyes Eiri sighed. She often was granted the wonderful job of removing the bodies, bloodied and mutilated, to the cathedral for dressings, and finally to the grave yard. Recently her unti had been dispatched across the Arathi Highlands, and th patrol the borders of the Hinterlands. Had she , though, been sent to prefrom such a task? no. Of course not. she was left to , what the grand stormwind militia called, 'Man the Base'. And the reason she was 'Manning the Base' ? Simply because she was not a man.

An annoyed blush fluttered over Eiri's small nose , but she quickly shook it off, returnign the Elf's kind smile.

" It's an honor to have you. "

As her hand was released, she let her gaze fall on the male night, bowed behind her. His features where tough, demanding, impenetrable. Eiri gazed down, trying to eye his rank.

Grommash Hold of Orgrimmar was known for its mild chilliness, a brainchild of the Warchief. As the role of leader of the Horde, Thrall needed to maintain a wise, yet strong hold over his people and keep the ties between the orcs and their own allies. There was already dissension and traitors in the Horde, and assassins had targeted Thrall more than once. He needed to show that he was a strong leader, not a soft one. The purpose of making his Hold slightly more chilly was to make anyone who he recieved nervous. It would not to for his subjects to openly relax around their Warchief.

He was always wearing his black plate armour as a reminder of the price paid by the mighty Doomhammer to free his people. The former Warchief had been stabbed through the back by a cowardly human knight seeking an easy kill. Before Doomhammer had died, he had bestowed upon a young Thrall the title of Warchief, given Thrall his legendary hammer and armour. There was nothing Thrall could do to fully repay this sacrifice by his mentor, but at least Orgrim would have liked naming the Horde's capital city after him.

"Warchief, report from Nazgrel. Messenger outside, awaiting your reception." Eitrigg said. The greying orc was a remnant of the old orc society from long ago, where orcs were a noble people on Draenor and knew better than any the old way of things. It was why Thrall had stormed an entire human settlement simply to rescue him.

"Very well, Eitrigg," Thrall said. "Send him in."

The messenger flicked his lightning-shaped nose ring reflectively and spoke quickly. Since Thrall was extremely large for an orc, he had to look up. "Warchief, Nazgrel reports from Thrallmar."

The Horde stronghold established in Hellfire Peninsula and the orcs had named it after their Warchief and savior.

"What news?" Thrall said.
"Nazgrel reports a successful assault upon the ramparts of Hellfire Citadel by a few of his warriors. They have slain Nazan, a lieutenant in charge. They found this slip of paper on his body. Our captain thought this bodes your immediate attention."