No-one knew precicely how it came here nor what its secondary intentions were but quite frankly, everyone was too busy trying to deal with it.
The plague had come to Stormwind, its vile symptoms crippling the inncents of the city and bathing its inhabidents in its foul green hue.
The Militia were scattered, their moral torn by the hectic rantings of The Crule Mistress Xariandra Nordring, the people themselves taken to the streets to defend the city they sought to keep to prevent another occurance of Lordaeron from coming.
As the foul and pungent mist tinted an even heavier colouration, seeping into window cracks and under doorways, a low gutteral groaning emenated from around the city, a howling was heard but it was in-human, sending shivers down to the bone.
One by one Militiants were dragged into the mist by unseen claws, the sharp tearing of cloth and sinew was heard below the horrific shriekings of those unfortunate to be caught as they were being picked off one by one.
Sergeant Cantor and Sergeant Narcaz along with many other Militiants stuggled to maintain order and morale, using their battlefield knowledge to outwit this unseen enemy which hid undercover.
Another shriek was heard but this one originated from a ghoul who had ended up on the recieving end of the Militia Drill Sergeant's sword, granting it resting peace but peace was somewhat fleeting in this area of Stormwind.
Dascombè ran alongside Cantor, the two of them hacking and slicing their way around the center of the plaza with their weapons subconciously striking their mark with righteous might.
It was'nt long until the remains of fallen citizens and Militiants stumbled up under the call of The Cruel Mistress who was still left unseen, they darted in and out of the mist, enfulled by their hunger of human flesh they struck towards Militiants only to be retaliated against by cold steel which in turn was backed with battle cries from their Sergeant.
The battle was one-sided, the Scourge gaining more in numbers whilst its plague worked more rapidly in its goal of mass genocide but amidst all the chaos Dascombè picked up his blade, realising all was going to be lost unless some time was bought to think of a way to survive this plague.
A cackle was heard in the darkness, one of a popular necromancer amongst the Cult of the Thuzadin, Xariandra had been seen through Dascombe's visor.
He sprinted towards her in the mist but rather unexpectedly she turned and ran towards the gates with the Head Recruiter still in persuit...
They had reached the outer wall of Stormwind where the ever-present mist and darkness still clung to them with defiant intent just as several severed ghoul limbs still did to Dascombe's belt and bootstraps.
There was only a brief cackle from The Crule Mistress as all she did was tilt her head back and glance upwards.
Dascombe mimic'd her actions and glances up only to see the sky blotted out by one of the Scourge Necropolis.
The cackling grew louder and more manical, cut out only briefly by a loud lightning bolt which had originated from a crystal beneath the huge structure.
The lightning struck its mark, blasting the Head Recruiter seemingly to dust without a trace of him left but his helmet and a small plate of metal which remained suspended in the air for a moment before striking the earth with a THUD.
An unseen smirk spread across her face as Xariandra Nordring returned to her attempts at conquering her new intended kingdom.
The helmet remained, scorched and marked on the ground, untouched.
The small scrap of metal was in fact a badge with the crude markings of: "Head Recruiter Dascombè" engraved deep into the metal.
Several hours later, the mist ascended lightly whilst war still raged inside the city...and a figure approached the helmet with a concerned expression of recognising the Militiant helmet and knelt down to retrieve it....
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Yes, and he's been deleted...
Your probably wondering why one of the most OOCly zelous people of the Militia have quit it?
Well as you may or may not know i'm (or was) the complaints officer OOCly and ICly of the Militia and as a result i got some complaints alright...
Some regarding moi...
And i've stuck by that job and delt with it accordingly.
Now i've not killed Dasc off i've just made this shit up on the spot since its currently midnight and i'm sick of getting whined and pestered by certain people (no names mentioned)
Those who have led me to do this will no doubt find this post since i'm well aware a couple of their guildies are ex-Militiants *COUGH COUGH* and since i've been accused of 'Spying' on their guild chat (Which is a load of bollocks, i was simply told something that was going on amongst them and as a result i was aware of it at the time) i'm sure it would be quite ironic if the same were to happen if the tables turned so i say to them: Checkmate.
Yes, i'm a twat for not dealing with this through the proper measures.
Yes, i'm an impatient little b*sterd who could'nt wait for this to be solved
Yes, i'm well aware of the consequences of what i've done
And quite frankly...
These people have led me to not give a blind sh*t about it.
After having spoken with a friend of theirs (who shall remain nameless) and we had a damn nice friendly OOC chat with regards to it and tbh, we had it sorted out, i had taken back my mention of blacklisting certain RP, i had taken back what i had perhaps said about certain members, i had regretted it all.
And as i walk through the plagued streets of Stormwind looking for RP...the lightbulb goes and smashes me over the head.
One of members spits on me...
A member, who i had never...EVER damn well heard of let alone TALKED TO...Spits on me.
I add them to ignore instantly since i was fully aware it was an OOC emote (dispite the fact i was clearly RPing at the time) only to have some of their friend(s) back them up (with the exception of one who was sensible to try and dismiss the argument) and one of these friends i decided to take up with in wisper rather than continue it in brackets only to find out that emote was intentionally OOC (the ironic thing being, they complained to me about me taking IC issues OOCly, then they go spit at me with an emote OOCly
)
Apparently after attempting to attend a raid with members i was declined for reasons which i cba to explain, this made me rather narked but i am astonished at the fact that some of these members actually thought this had something to do with PvE which once again...is a complete load of bollocks. I had explained (most) of the reasons to the aforementioned friend of theirs who i got on quite well with but it seems that they failed to pick up on it...so tbh i cannot be bothered living in the damn dark anymore...
If i'm going to roleplay, i'll do it with MY friends...with people -I- enjoy roleplaying with who i -CAN- sit down and talk things over with rather than have my opinions and views instantly swept aside.
If i can't enjoy roleplay, then i may as well stop it.
And at the moment with all this fu**ing bickering...
I'm not enjoying it...
I'm also well aware of any possible if anything...minor RP i've done or taken part in...
Promotions...
Recruiting...
Events...
Trainings...
Cult plots...
made friends ICly...
I simply ask that you forget i ever existed with all those things and miraculously come up with some RP explination for it...
I'm sorry for what little trouble this'll cause, i honestly am...
And for the OOC things...
Making friends with you guys...
Joking with you all in the OOC chat...
Getting to know you all...
Finding other like-minded people out there...
And most important of all...
Teaching me how to RP, this is the first, and i hope to be the only RP guild i ever took part in
Please, i don't want that to fade, i love you guys, i honestly do, your like a family to me
I've got my MSN addy somewhere on this site if you want to poke me still, just please, don't bring up the issues regarding the aformentioned people, i've got things i want to say about them that i really, REALLY do not wish to say (and as you all know me by now, you do not want to know them)
i'm afraid thats all i gotta say, i'd appreciate it if you still allow me to haunt your forums for a while, i've got some manga pictures i still need to draw
(Please note, i have made no mention of player's names or any guilds, any assumptions you've made are based on what you've thought so don't hold me on that one)
(Also note, i'm sorry for that shit RP story i made at the start, i had no time to think and had a build-up of rage jabbing at my brain so that sorta does things to you)
They say leave on a song so....
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=HVzJ3maL5JY&feature=relatedI'll still be replying on this post btw, i just hope you all have the common desency not to make this into a realm forum post / whine that will simply get flamed into the ground...
Mon Oct 27 2008, 03:52
You're a great friend Dascombe, and I've never forgotten how you were the one that talked me through something that certain night.
But trail acount don't let you speak in /s