[WoW] In a Dragon's Service
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				Title: <strong>[WoW] In a Dragon's Service</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 08:36:58</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Dragons are a terrifying sight to behold, from the smallest of the dragon spawn to the largest members of the Flight, the former guardians of the Earth were twisted by the same madness that had consumed their leader.&nbsp; Gone was that inherited Aloofness, that disinterest in the affairs of the races that were below them, No, The Black Dragonflight relished war and conflict, weather caused by their own or by the smaller races that seemed to tread upon the ground as if they owned it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; It was for this reason that Olinia, known as The Dark Ember among her kind, made her home in the mountains surrounding the place both the Horde and the Alliance called Alterac Valley. It was a place of constant warfare, men dying, their blood painting the snow, fighting for land that would be reclaimed by the other side in mere days.&nbsp; It was a meat grinder, calling forth the brave and bold from both sides to throw their lives away, a call they answered willingly, much to the Dragonesses amusement.&nbsp; On most days Olinia contented herself to rest at the edge of her mountain cave, eyes sweeping over the battlefield.<br><br>&nbsp; Today though, there was something different, a different set of humans had taken to the field, a banner flying high as they charged, piercing deep into the Horde ranks. For a split second, fear wormed its way up in Olinia's Heart, fear that her favorite little game would soon be over. She knew elite troops when she saw them, and it appeared that someone in the Alliance had taken the situation at Alterac Valley to heart, that would not do.&nbsp; The empty space that fear had left was soon replaced, with anger, and hatred, her wings beating as she transformed herself into something far more appropriate for what was at hand...her form changing to that of a tall black woman, amazonian in features, wearing only rags, and wielding a sword made from a dragons tooth.&nbsp; With a crack of magic she lept into the air, bounding towards the Alliance camp. It would take more than one day for this new general to defeat the Horde, that much was certain, and she only needed for night to fall before spiriting the one that would spoil her fun away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [WoW] In a Dragon's Service</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 09:07:23</strong>
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				Damdren Manilen, a noble from a dying house of the old court of Lorderan, stood proud in the twilight air. He had rallied enough support over the past few years, enough to be able to carve out a name for himself once again. He had just been rising to the challenge when the plague of undeath swept the northern territories of the Eastern Kingdoms. Continuously he had pushed them back, even to the Capital city itself. He had managed to escape with the thanks of a remaining mage in the city before it was finally over run by the Forsaken. A hard fought battle, but one lost.<br><br>The battle left his mark: with their joining in the Horde, he had multiple reasons to go against them. They had attacked him personally, and orcs had attacked his family in the First and Second Wars. Damdren stopped reflecting, and stepped in from the balcony into the room he had been given in the dwarven fortress located in the southern end of the valley. He had brought a small force of men: 30 of his own men, as well as 5 medics and a team of 4 sappers. Along with the steam tanks that were being brought online, his force was to lead an assault on the Frostwolf hold in the northern end of the valley.<br><br>He prepared for bed; the day ahead was to be long. He removed the last few bits of his armour, placing them on the manikin in the room. He made sure to polish out a few spots that had gotten tarnished, before sitting at the table and eating a late evening meal. Damdren was eating late as his troop inspection had taken a while. They were all excited for their leader to charge into battle with them to take down the stinking Horde. Some had made remarks about capturing some blood elven women for...eye candy. They knew his thoughts on rape, and he knew they wouldn't do it. Still, he could see how having some pretty looking elves around wouldn't be bad. Maybe it would be wise to look into having a priestess of the moon, or shaman help their company with some magic.<br><br>Once the meal was done, he closed the large windows all the way. The cool breeze from the balcony had been nice, but it was snowy up here all the time and he didn't want to catch a chill while sleeping. Windows closed, sleeping wear on, Damdren slipped under the thick bear furs on the bed, and began to fall asleep: slowly. His anticipation was very high for the coming events.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [WoW] In a Dragon's Service</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 19:05:31</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;It had taken awhile for Olinia to travel, especially with her disguise. Her annoyance at that fact somewhat satiated by the knowledge that had she swept down the mountains in all her glory that not only would this lovely little battle come to a end, but that she would be hunted from her safe perch once more. This did little to effect her anger against the man currently sleeping on the other side of this fragile little bit of wood and glass.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Olinia's eyes narrowed as she peered at him through the glass, a light snow whipping around her, the flaked that dared to touch her mostly bare skin burned away instantly for their impudence. As much as she wished to burst through, she did not want a fight.&nbsp; Her intelligence warring with her bloodlust as she murmured under her breath feeling the magic coursing through her, as a small jet of lava formed from her finger. With one swipe of her hand, the lock and most of the doorknob turned to melted slag and with one push of her fingers the door opened, giving her entrance to the humans sanctum.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; She did not think to close the door, at least not at first, Her bare feet gently padding against the cool dwarven stone as she walked around the room, glancing at the papers upon the desk, eyes flicking over the armor currently set up and ready to be put on at the mornings first light. Yes, this one was a warrior alright, determined too by the sound of it. Only then did she turn her gaze towards the man that she would haveto remove from the picture if she wanted her little game to continue. Still she stopped short of reaching for her blade, hovering over him as she pondered the possibilities. Perhaps she did not have to kill him to continue the bloodshed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [WoW] In a Dragon's Service</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 08:14:07</strong>
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				Damdren rolled over, and the slight disturbance in the light in the room brought him around slightly. His eyes fluttered open a crack to see the shape of a shapely woman standing over him. His mind was trying to figure out if it was a real woman or just part of a half dream, the kind that float around when you wake up. Thats when he started to wake up more, as the thoughts rumbled around in his head.<br><br>He stretched slightly, moving his arms to wake up the muscles in his shoulders as he rubbed his eyes. Thats when she became solid. Damdren knew this woman was real, and probably shouldn't be here. He had seen all the human women in the fort. That was when he started to prop himself up to throw himself at her, to subdue her and find out her purpose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [WoW] In a Dragon's Service</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 19:33:14</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Olinia did not notice his stirring, at least at first. She was too wrapped up in her own thoughts. Yes, this boy could be quite the servant, his anger and frustration turned to her own ends. Indeed, it was the motion as he pulled back his covers, the man apparently lunging for her&nbsp; that caused her to stir from her revire. "Foolish Mortal" She hissed, a small flare of anger at herself erupting inside her mind. Anger that she used to fuel her own attack, twisting, using his own momentum as they feel back, moving to hand atop him with a primal growl.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Even in the half dark it was easy to see that this ebon beauty was not a normal mortal. Her eyes were slitted, like a cats, and seemed to have a unearthly glow, even with the light being reflected into the room by the fresh snowfall. There was of course also her inhuman strength and speed to consider. Her hands gripping at his wrists, moving to pin him to the ground as quickly as she could. "I should rip you apart right now." Her voice dripping with anger, even as he realized she was holding back, actually trying not to hurt him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [WoW] In a Dragon's Service</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 19:43:56</strong>
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				The fact that he was now on the ground surprised him. She took him down? Sure, there were strong women out there but she didn't look <em>that</em> strong. So how in the Light had she taken him down? Not magic, that was all physical. And what had she said? He hadn't heard when he lunged at her. When Damdren got a good look at her however things changed. She wasn't human. Nor any of the Horde pretending to be human. A tinge of fear hit him, but he stayed resolute. "What the fuck are you?" He sneered back in her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [WoW] In a Dragon's Service</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 06:16:02</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I am beyond your pitiful attempts to comprehend mortal." She positively purred, her eyes flashing with a anger that he dare to speak to her in such a way. Still she kept what little self control the dragon had, keeping him pinned as he struggled to get out from under her. "You however are relatively easy to understand. You desire vengeance, against the green skins. It is such a lovely emotion." The anger seeming to drain from her voice, becoming a almost seductive purr as she trailed a finger slowly along his cheek. "What if I gave you what you wanted little human, but not here and not now. I will help you carve a path of destruction across your pitiful little mortal enemies, it is a offer that I do not make lightly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [WoW] In a Dragon's Service</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 16:43:36</strong>
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				He almost bared his teeth at her insults, but when she mentioned the orcs, he stopped. How did she know? His eyes moved from her face to look to where her finger trailed across his face. She must be some demon, come from where ever they come from to attack him. But why him? "You can.." Damdren thought out his words carefully "..do that? You can kill the orcs and their allies in this valley? Burn their fortress down and rout them?" The woman no longer seemed openly hostile, sitting atop him, but she managed to seem more dangerous.
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