[RP] Scouring Elwynn

The forest of Elwynn was quiet.

The Stormwind Militia was on a mission with the Horde somewhere up in Old Lordaeron, probably related to the Forsaken, who always delivered stabs to the Alliance whenever they could. This left the forest barely protected, a few guards at bridges and Goldshire only. It was quiet and peaceful, the birds could be heard singing loud and clear, waterfalls echoing through the areas. A quite harsh wind had set up. Even Goldshire was rather peaceful, normally packed with a bunch of mental people claiming to be all kinds of ridiculously powerful beings.

A guard at the Westbrook Garrison yawned and leaned against the wall, sighing and looking around the lush and quiet forest, spotting a few deers and a wolf roaming. He started biting his lip in boredom, looking from tree to tree. Suddenly, the sounds of the birds stopped. The deers ran beyond the Garrison, and the wolf chased them, only to pass them and run beyond them into the forest. The guard slightly frowned and looked as the birds started flying up out of the tops of the trees. He then looked back down, and heard marching...

The sound quickly overwhelmed the peaceful sounds of the nearby waterfall and the wind, and then switched to the sounds of clattering metal. Battle. The guard picked up his blade from against the wall and quickly ran to the sound, and almost tripped as he came to a halt as fast as he had took off.

Cultists. Over 20 of them. Just when the security of the forest was minimal. The guard panicked, he grabbed his radio and called for backup, but only a few voices responded in disbelief. He looked back at the battle, now better examining it. It wasn't a battle, it was an unfair slaughter. The two bridge guards had been quickly overwhelmed by the group of Cultists, and they didn't aim at vital parts.

The guard looked in shock and terror, as the stronger warriors of the Cult sliced their plate armor open with big swords, and then other cultists jumped in slicing and slashing wildly at the flesh. They took their lives slowly, yelling battle cries and words of doom. In the back stood a gray-haired men with an acolyte's robe, praying to the shadow and preaching to the guards about their so-called sins, and that they were meeting punishment. The guard finally came to his senses when the first guard dropped to the ground in a pool of blood, finally having died of blood-loss.

He made a run for it through the forests, looking behind him, and to his relief they had not spotted him. They finished stabbing and slicing the other guard who fell to the ground, and placed themselves back into formation. He had to run to Stormwind, call in any available cavalry.

Meanwhile, Xariandra had organised the Cultists again, and they marched on. Two perfect columns, cultists with weapons drawn and spells prepared, marching over the road.

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They slaughtered all that stood in their way. The only one wise enough to not engage this force, was the little Gnome Admiral of the Salty Tide Privateers, Pinny. The march went on to Goldshire, and a slaughter quickly followed as the words "Slaughter them all! Burn the buildings! Kill the women and children too!" echoes through the air from Xariandra. Her orders were instantly executed, the weak defense of the town quickly falling to the overwhelming force. They all gathered again, in two perfect columns under Xariandra's order, now to march to the Northshire Abbey.

One of the Dark Rangers among the ranks disposed of a child still hanging at her spear, a few pieces of organs, obviously ripped apart during the impaling dropping out along with a stream of blood. The last fires were invoked in the town, and they marched on.

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There, before the entrance, the guard from before stood with the Gnome Pinny. But not just them. The cavalry of Stormwind had arrived, to stop the slaughtering, and charged towards the formations, and Xariandra yelled dark battle-cries and the two forces clashed and fought for nearly an hour, and finally Xariandra had to retreat, starting to get overwhelmed, yelling for her cultists to flee into the forests as well.

But the message had been delivered. The roads were littered with corpses and pools of blood, the town Goldshire was wrecked, although the buildings' damage were minimal as they were quickly put out by peasants.

It was another grim day, part of the Scourge invasion, before the boats would finally sail to cut off the source forever...


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VERY fun event! I know, LOL goldshire, but there were luckily actually good RPers around, and we had loads of fun! Me and Pilus agreed to having the slaughter taking IC and serious, so it was a nicely RP'd prologue to WOTLK. Basically, the message was: "Better win in Northrend, because we are growing by the day!" (Which we actually are, 22 members at an event is a new record, and this will only increase with WOTLK probably! Already 2 DK's in )

Both sides had tons of fun and many were impressed by the well done marching, including myself. More screenies of that: (Hard to screenie it while leading the troops heh )

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Thanks for the participation, everyone!