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World of Warcraft: Darkest Before Dawn I: The Siege of Stormwind


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Well, you chose to join. :D

 

IT STARTS!

 

“I suppose you all know what has happened.” King Varian Wrynn had appeared before the citizens of Stormwind, the six of you among them. There was an agreeing murmur in the crowd. “Four hours ago, undead forces were sighted in the woods south of the Fargodeep mine.” He exhaled. “The scouts report of thousands of soldiers, werewolves and ghosts from the Duskwood forests completing their ranks. No messengers from Darkshore have arrived; we can only pray for their souls.” A few people are brought to tears, those with friends and family in the southern town. King Wrynn continued. “Do not fret, citizen. Stormwind will not fall like Lordaeron did before us. Arthas' minions have no power over us! We will stand and fight!”

 

From beside him, a man wearing silver plate falcon-crested armor steps forward. “I am Belric Dughan, marshal of Goldshire. The city of Stormwind does not stand alone in this conflict, and we will do everything we can to defeat the undead.” One by one, the marshals of the nearby city-states spoke up, each of them promising their allegiance with the capital against this imminent threat. The king spoke again. “Good, marshal Kain.” He nodded at the last speaker, the marshal of Sentinel Hill, who nodded back. Varian turned back to the crowd. “Any of you capable of fighting shall come to the dwarves' district immediately, to be given your orders. None may leave the city without expressed permission.”

 

With those words, the king walked away.

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"Oh, oh... This looks BAD!" a man said to himself, while mounting his brown horse again, and riding off towards the Dwarwen District. "It's good that they set the blacksmith there, I will be able to pick up the two swords I ordered." the armored man thought. This knight appeared to be a paladin, due to his plate armour and the inscription on his cloak. He rode towards the district, passing over the bridges that separated it from the neighbouring one.

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Raemire watched silently as the King and his pawns made their speech.

 

'Ugh. I get here and now the zombies are invading? Great.' While she thought, the crowd passed her by, and she was eventually left alone. She looked around, before walking cautiously to the Dwarven District. As she walked, she muttered under her breath.

 

"Oh well. Any zombies that meet me will get a totem to the face." Raemire smiled.

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"It's time to go now I suppose, I can't very well sit in this dingy old Inn forever." Arael stated, as he stood from his chair and payed for his one drink that he had while waiting. Arael walked to the Dwarven Distract of Stormwind and joined the rambunctious group of townsfolk who were currently there waiting for orders as well...

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At the Dwarven District, only a few people had gathered, no more than fifteen or twenty, perhaps. At a slightly taller podium, a dwarf in leather armor stood. "G'day, lads and ladies. Name's Nuragin Thunderpeak, and I will be your commander under the king himself. Ay'll put ya where ya're needed. Ya got it?"

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Nuragin eyed the new speaker, a draenei. Her skin a lavender purple, she intrigued the dwarf. Somewhere deep within her eyes dwelled a primal power, one the commander had only seen before in trolls and orcs. "Ya is a shaman, isn't ya? Ya'd be needed on tha' walls. We dun' now if the Scourge w'll attack soon or not, but ya better be prepared." He turned to the crowd. "Any otha' questions?"

 

Meanwhile, in a forge not far away, the master smith Gregory nodded at his client. A representative of his order - one of Gregory's wealthiest clients, if not the wealthiest - the paladin was eager to have his blades. "Here they are, sir Paladin." He lifted the blades, still hot from the forge, and placed them in a cooling bath. "You'll be needed against the undead, sir paladin. Only the glory of the Light can help us now."

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Travitor sighed. Such a bother... He was unlucky enough to be caught in Stormwind when it happened. Now he was going to be leaded by some Dwarf. As if things could get any better a shaman was present as well. Shamans. Pfft! He never did like shamans. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his leather plates itched.

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"Yes, could you please explain to us where every class of person is supposed to go exactly?" Arael said from the back of the group. "I know it's troublesome, but I would just like to be informed about everyone's location. Also, one more question. What of Darnasseus and Iron Forge, will they be forwarding troops as well?" Arael asked the Dwarven man intently...

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Raemire smiled and once again lowered her head. She turned and walked slowly to the gates. Unsurprisingly, the crowd made way for her.

 

When she finally got to the walls, she glanced up at the rushing soldiers, and then looked out on the plains. A resounding darkness filled the plains, swarming from the hills. When she looked closer, Raemire realized what the darkness actually consisted of. The Lich King's forces. The Undead. Bloody ZOMBIES. Raemire hated zombies. So. Bloody. Much. She sighed and raised her head to once again look at the rushing soldiers. At discovering how close the undead actually were, they seemed to panic and rush with renewed vigor. She sighed.

 

"WHERE CAN I FIND SOME AUTHORITY AROUND HERE?!" She shouted so loud that later she would swear that far across the plains, even the heads of the zombie swarms raised in fear.

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The dwarf frowned at the night elf that had spoken. Arrogant snobs, they were, and had always been. Class of person? Bah. " 'til we know any more about the Scourge's plans, I'll keep ya and anyone else that can handle a bow on the walls. If ya're needed on the front, I'll get ya there." He continued. "King Bronzebeard is musterin' our army as we speek, lad, and the gnomes are working on the Tram to make it faster. We don' know 'bout your brethren yet."

 

 

To her surprise, Raemire found a kinsman at the walls. Towering over many of the humans, easily distinguishable with his azure skin, stood a ranger of her own kind with a longbow ready. He nodded at the shaman. "No need to shout. Antherus Gemderan, in service of the Prophet. I'm in charge of the archers here and at the gatehouse." The ranger struck Raemire as fairly attractive.

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OOC: Lol no romance for Rae yet. Also, this is unrelated, but Fenrir, you have 4206 posts, so I probably knew you before under a different name. What was it, may I know?

 

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'Tch, attractive, but he's probably a religious freak like the ones back home.' She hid her head. There was little chance of her being recognized, but one never knew.

 

"Well then, Commander Antherus, what task should I carry out?"

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OOC: Never heard of you. T_T

 

The archer of her kind had ignored Raemire's question, and walked away. This obviously made Raemire annoyed, but she had better things to do. She walked the walls, thinking, when she saw an obviously out of place man standing with a rifle-like weapon. He was out-of-place so obviously because instead of panicking, he stood perfectly still, staring out at the plains. She walked up to him.

 

"Excuse me? May I ask your name? No-one here seems to have any intelligence."

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"It's proper to present your own name before asking others theirs...." Arael said, as he turned towards the Drenai female. "I would never be discourteous to a lady however, my name is Arael Eirla." Arael took the woman's hand, bowed, and kissed it, but only for a form of the utmost respect for the woman...

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Raemire mentally raised an eyebrow at the man's formality, and returned in kind by curtsying. But only briefly.

 

"My name is Raemire Starfall. My...friends call me Rae." Raemire smiled at Arael.

 

"Well then, what draws you to Stormwind, Arael?"

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ooc: *cough* Stormwind *cough*

 

Arael stood up and smirked at the woman. "I am a traveling Leatherworker/Skinner and I have come to Stormwind, not only to advance my business, but to see what kinds of materials and skins Stormwind had to offer." Arael said, with a slight sense of confidence in his voice. "And you, Mi'lady?" Arael asked politely....

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OOC: Damn. It's 2:02 am and I'm tired...and I'm calling Raemire Rae from now on. Raemire is too long.

 

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Rae smirked in turn.

 

"I was bored. And...some other stuff. So Stormwind seemed like the best place to be...and then the bloody zombies attacked." Rae sighed.

 

"So, if you're a leatherworker...why are you fighting for Stormwind?" She eyed the rifle-like weapon in his hands carefully.

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Rae looked Arael in the eye. In hers, there was a feral look.

 

"I. Hate. Zombies." She grit her teeth to enhance the effect and a private dark aura seemed to appear around here.

 

"A LOT." Then just as suddenly, the aura faded.

 

"But oh well. I can just...kill them all, can't I?"

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