Surprise...?The sound of snapping branches echoed through the air outside the the tauren's house as they creaked and broke under the weight of the emerald proto drake, sending the beast flapping and flailing to the ground, its rider soon following down after to land on the beast with a thud.Surprise...? by ~Mazique
Bellowing in annoyance at it's rider falling on top of it, the beast gathered it's wings about it, sending the elf rolling from atop the fleshy wing membrane and onto the ground, bits of brown dust clinging to the stream of blood leaking from her arm. Giving the elf one last glare and bellow of annoyance, the beautifully green dragon proceeded to stalk off towards the opposite side of the house and attempt to pull its tack off.
Grumbling from her place on the ground, the rogue pulled herself slowly up and into a sitting position, wincing as she was forced to put weight on her damaged arm. Testing her now sore limbs for anything more than bruises, she pulled the
A Gift...The rogue sped towards Orgrimmar at an almost careless speed, the wings of the green proto-drake beating heavily as they flew. The hood of her lengthy black cloak had long blown off, her wavy violet hair whipping in the wind. One gloved hand gripped the reins of the drake, moving every so often to tug the great animal back onto course, the other rested on a deep blue velvet pouch tied with a thick black cord, ensuring the parcel containing the gift wouldn't fall off during the flight.A Gift... by ~Mazique
Excitement bubbled up within her as the spires of Orgrimmar came into view, a wide grin plastered on her face. Sensing her excitement, the proto-drake gave a happy roar before lurching forward, flying faster over the dusty, rock-laden landscape.
Nearly being thrown off in its sudden burst of speed, she tugged one-handed on the reins in a futile attempt to slow the beast. Muttering angrily, her eyes widened at the sight of the fast-approaching wall of rock formations, barely enough space fo
Added Protection...Bodies and rocks littered the ground outside the mountain stronghold, the top of the freshly built tower poking from the mountainside had been blown clear off, gore-spattered armor and weapons lay glinting in the bloody,trampled snow.Added Protection... by ~Mazique
The battle had finally ended, for now.
The few living guards patrolled the area, their armor dented and beaten, their weapons dulled and scratched from the last week of near constant fighting. Battle mages and priests in tattered robes roamed the grounds, tossing heals to the wounded, and burning the dead in piles. Workers lugged sleds piled high with blocks of stone and planks of wood, their muscles bulging under the strain, sweat glistening on their brows. All and any remaining forces scrambled to rebuild and repair, not knowing when the next wave of attackers may come.
The Fortress had seemed the perfect place to build a base of operations, the Ice Dwarves who had formerly inhabited it having proved a formidable foe, but not impossible to def
VisitorThe torch-lit entrance at the front of Orgrimmar had always proved to be an annoyance to stealth through,with the close proximity of the guards, and nearly constant light of the torches. Tugging anxiously at her cloak, the rogue waited, watching the march of the guards, waiting for a gap in their patrols.Visitor by ~Mazique
Moving from her spot in the shadows, she slipped through the opening and past a moving guard, flitting from shadow to shadow down the long passageway, somewhat glad she had exchanged her regular heeled boots for a pair of soft, flat, black leather shoes. Passing dangerously close to a guard, she quickened her pace, moving swiftly and silently through the slightly smoking passage, tossing a glance back at the confused orc, his red eyes sweeping the shadows for any sign of an intruder.
Emerging from the tunnel and into the main section of the city, the rogue flitted from the opening, zig-zagging between buildings and shadows, weaving her way through the busiest