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She'kan looked at the human, then at the potions in the belt around his cloak. Reluctantly, he grabbed one of the shimmering bottles and tossed it to Thalnir.
"Take only what you need Human. My instincts are against this, but you seem anxious now. You will learn, sometimes the wounded are best left dead to protect those still fighting. I feel these potions would be better used later, but for now, drink only what you need, I want the rest back."
[Player]
"For god's sake." Crow said angrily as he threw his hat to his side. "Now don't take this the wrong way." He said and bent down placing his lips on Daggoth blowing air into his lungs hoping to exile the smoke by pushing it out with additional oxygen.
"Try to breath Daggoth." He said as he placed both his hands on Daggoth's sternum. He pressed on Daggoth's chest while he looked up. "I cannot believe you would hesitate to save a person's life just because you have problems giving mouth to mouth to a member of the same gender." He said crossly as he pushed and pushed again.
Crow bent down again and kissed the Night Elf again. "Breath Daggoth." He said trying pushing at his chest again. "I bet you would not have any problem if it were that elf lying down here instead of Daggoth." He lectured.
Crow lunged and snatched Thalnir's water sack from his belt. Helping daggoth sit up, he placed the water bottle before his friend and said, "Drink my friend, you'll feel better."
[GM]
Daggoth sputtered once then twice, the smoke escaped his lips and nose and he draw breath hungrily. He took the water sack and drank just as deeply.
Crow looked up at the two individuals before him his expression crossed.
While cathing his breath, Daggoth turned towards the undead man and noded lightly in a sign of appreciation. He then moved his right hand to his waist and loosened his belt for easier respiration. After awhile, Daggoth stood up slowly, sweeping his hair back and sliding his hand across his lips for an obvious reason. He steadied himself and thightened his belt to it's initial state.
"Thank you, Crow..... I owe you one, however, I hope that resorting to kiss you will ever rise....," thanking Crow with a chuckle and slightly wheezing.
[Player]
Crow nods then helps Daggoth stand, as he did, he asked the Orc, "What did you see She'kan."
Jol'Nath clenched and unclenched his fists, feeling helpless and frustrated. He couldn't stand the fact that he had to choose between two negatives. However, he knew that even though it would kill him to leave this village, he had to. To lose a few but save many was the obvious choice. Jol'Nath turned to She'kan and the rest of the group and stated:
"She'kan, mon, I be wit you. We must leave da wounded here if'n we be wanting a chance to save Durotar. Our bretheren be needing our help! Da rest of you," he said turning to address the other memebers of this ragtag party, "need to be making your decisions fast; I not gonna wait for yous."
Jol'Nath stopped and tilted his head, awaiting their collective decisions.
She'kan turned and replied to Thalnir. Out of the corner of his eye, he noted that Daggoth seemed short of breath. Still, it was unimportant. Getting to Durotar fast was now of the utmost importance.
"The enemies numbers are large. Outside the walls of Durotar, we stand no chance of victory. Even within the walls the fight will be grim. There is no need for me to recount to you everything, you will see for yourself when we climb this hill. But there is no time to wait. Either come now, or I shall go with the troll. Every minute we delay lowers the chance we have of making it without being killed."
[Player]
"I understand the need for haste, I shall go with you." Crow said urgency in his voice.
"And since the troll shares our sense of urgency, I shall take him too. We'll be the scouting party to find weakpoints within the enemy's rank."
"Thalnir, heal those near death here, but save your strength, we'll need you in battle later." He said to the knight.
"Daggoth, teleport Thalnir and Tygore to our position as soon as you can, we need to coordinate our strengths to best take the enemy." He said to the elf.
Crow spared a moment to look at the new comer. He did not know her and her strengths but he can only assume she's here to help. "Help who you can best."
Looking at them all, he gave one last instruction, "Do not engage the enemy yet, they do not know we are here and we only have one oppertunity to take them off guard. If we are to save Duratar, we need to use this one oppertunity to the fullest. Heed my words." He said as he closed in on the troll and She'kan.
Looking at the spot on the hill, he teleports.
[GM]
Although a strain on his powers, Crow managed to teleport both his passengers on the hill at the cost of a mind crushing headache which caused him to double in pain.
The sound of thunder caught Crow's attention and as he looked up, he saw lighting striking out from the unnatural dark clouds, caressing the enourmaous swarm of harpies over the city.
Bolts of arrows and spears from the city fired upwards into the swarm as the fight begins.
Beneath them, the march of the centaurs continues towards the city, they were not within firing range yet, but they were advancing steadily towards the city seeking to flank it while the harpies distract the defenders.
As Crow, Jol'nath and She'kan watched silently, they could not help but feel a demonic presense amidst the battle.
[OOC NOTE]
Alright, taking back GM control. Now, here's a few notes.
She'kan, Jol'nath and Crow are scouting the enemy. The enemy before them are the centaurs. Thier numbers are 600, Jol'nath should be able to count that as his eyes are the sharpest. They are all centaur warriros but among them are centaur Khans, 6 of them. Each leading 100 centaurs.
The thunderstorm over Duratar is unnatural. It's caused by Thrall and the shamans as they casted chain lighting on the Harpies. Yes, Thrall is present. For now Thrall is holding is holding his own, but the harpies 's numbers are many 2000 to be exact if Jol'nath chooses to count them.
The demonic presense is what the three of us are feeling, we do not know where it's coming from but we know that it's there. We can't try to contact it or anything cos we don't know how. We just know it's there. She'kan should be able to attest it's the same presense aboard the Demented Battleaxe.
Tygore, Thalnir, Daggoth and Asilli. React accordingly and get to the hill as soon as you can. Daggoth can teleport you at a safe distance from the refugees.
Yes the numbers are amazingly high. Seriously, I cannot stress this enough, do not attack yet, we need to work together if we are to kill them all. Do not attack so that they would not be alert to our presence. I have a plan, but I need everyone here so I can tell them.
Daggoth noded with a solemn face as he sighed.
"Young human, do as you were instructed with haste, we must head to the hill shortly. Tygore, I suggest you prepare yourself for a big fight," while picking up his dual blades with a slight grin.
He then appraoched the elf. "It's been a long time since I saw an elf.... If my memory serves me well, I think it was back at the camp fire when I last saw an elf. Regardless at the moment, I have to get them all gathered and ready."
"Ready yourself if you are coming with us.... However, I urge that you tag along... we'll need everyone's help we can get," winking his eye.
Jol'Nath shook himself as the foul magic slid off him. He found himself on top of a hill, much closer to Durotar than he had been moments ago. Glancing momentarily at Crow doubled in pain, Jol'Nath decided he would be fine, considering he saw him get shot by his arrow and still survive.
His attention was drawn immediately away, however, by the battle that raged beneath and away from him at the walls and skies of Durotar. Jol'Nath spent a few moments considering what he saw and then reported to his two companions without taking his eyes off the battlefield,
"From what I can be seeing, der be 600 or so centaur carryin' bows and weapons, but dey are being led by bigga ones...maybe de Khans I be hearing about." Swivelling his head to regard the swarm-cloud of enemies above the city, he continued, "And der be, if'n you wanna be believing dis, at least 2000 air-hags above da city." He paused and added with a cold smile, "At least we be getting some shade from dat cloud, eh mon?"
Jol'Nath turned now to his companions and, squatting down, regarded them with cold, vengeful eyes. "What'chu two be tinking we should be doing?"
OOC: Battle-a-coming 
Oh, and, Jol'Nath has an idea, but I thought it would interrupt the flow of my post if he stated it there and then...so just don't forget to ask him. Heh. 
Thalnir kept healing the wounded... The orcish women, children, adults, all of them were coming back to their normal state. Although his mana was pretty drained again he continued healing with the help of hid new aquired orcish friend, who was somewhat proficient in his craft. Thalnir stood up and looked around, seeing if someone was left unnoticed, or untaken care of. He layed his hand on his neck and slightly moved his head to the side. After this much work, he had a content feeling that even a few survivors were saved, on the other hand anger was rushing inside him. He looked above at the sky, picturing his mother in his mind. Thalnir smiled.
She'kan listened to the reports of the troll. There were many enemies, but if the orcs of Durotar were like the old horde, the numbers of the enemy would be irrelevant. The thundercloud overhead was vibrant with magic, yet not the kind that used to accompany nearby orcs. This magic wasn't drawn from demons...
However, there was demonic magic nearby. It wasn't coming from the Orcs, but somewhere in the army in front of him. No matter.
Turning to his companions, he started summoning a large fireball in his hand. "I wonder how flammable these harpies are" he said, a fierce glow in his eyes.
[OOC] If you want to talk me out of throwing fire into the sky, now's your chance.
"No my friend please." Crow urged him. "If we are to take this army we must do it at the oppertune moment." Crow urged him. "Their numbers are too great and with each strike must be surgical as to remove these numbers."
Asilli looked around the ruined village. If the paladin couldn't help these orcs, there was nothing that she could do. Shouldering her staff, she began walking up the hill where the others had gone. Once at the top, she gazed out across the vast stretches of Durotar. It was impressive, if desolate, landscape. The most interesting feature was the army marching towards a city.
The army felt, different. There was a powerful force driving them. And this force was very interesting indeed. All she knew was that she needed to know more.
"I'll be going going with you." she said to the ones on top of the hill. With barely hidden sarcasm, she added. "After all, we ought to save the orcs."
She'kan paused, the fireball still burning fiercly in his hand. In his uncertainty, he let the fireball shrink in it's siZe. Crow was right. If he struck now, he would call down more trouble then they could handle. But still, how could he sit around and wait.
Frustrated and angry, She'kan hurled the fireball towards the ground. Turning to Crow, he said "Fine then. What would you suggest that we do?"
[OOC] You could always speak up now if you want Gothmorgian.
Jol'Nath cleared his throat pointedly and spoke up, happy at a chance to preen his feathers so to speak.
"We could be sending a message down to da orcses if'n dat be pleasing you, grey one. Tal'rath would be more'n happy to be stretching his wings and be doing something important, eh Tal?" Jol'Nath's companion screeched his agreement. "Da orcses down in Durotar could be telling us da exact situation and den we could be planning ar movements and attacks accordingly."
He tilted his head and smiled, happy that he could contribute.
OOC: Yay, thanks Dany! BTW, no "r" in my name
Considering that the majority of the party had left and waiting at the hill, it was now time for Daggoth and the other two to leave. A glint of urgency and anxiety displayed upon his face. After mutiple glances and the knight, Daggoth realised that he had run out of mana, and then... it was time.
"Thalnir! Tygore! Quick, come close to me and we'll warp to the others!," beckoning them with a swift hand gesture.
Thalnir looked on Daggoth as he finished seeing too one of the orcs. He then dashed towards Daggoth, "Alright, lets go."
Tygore stood over the orcish woman who he had lain with Thalnir for his attention. However, it was time to leave as Daggoth had said. The danger was past for this ruined town, and Durotar probably stood thick in the danger now. "Coming Daggoth!" he said as he began to stride towards him...
[GM]
The walls of Durotar stood high and mighty over the surrounding plain. Huge wooden spikes, beamed and supported by tempered plates of Thorium steel surrounded the Orc city. But Thorium Steel was no match for the menace that now encroached on this haven in the barrens.
Flying over the city walls were Harpies, disgusting amalgamations of woman and birds. Shrill laughter and piercing screams came from the swarm of harpies. Their numbers were great, so much so that they formed almost a solid cloud in the air above the walls of Durotar. Yet they were not the only menace from the sky.
A great thunderstorm was brewing, the black clouds rolling with thunder as the energy within them grew. Yet the thunderstorm was clearly not a natural occurence, for it only sat above and around the orc city, beyond it's radius the barrens sun beat down with it's usual intensity. Thunder echoed through the clouds. A bolt of lightning flew down from the thunderclouds, flying straight through a harpys wing to hit another on it's head. The lightning exploded on contact, killing the second harpy instantly. It's blackened corpse fell to the ground. The other harpy swerved as it tried to compensate for the loss of it's wing, but it couldn't maintain it's height, and fell, screaming shrilly towards the ground. A dull thud emenated from it's head as it hit the barren ground beneath it. Still the thunderstorm grew.
The menace came not only from the sky. Beneath the army of harpies was another army, this one of centaurs. These creatures were disgusting melds of human and horse, neither one nor the other. Batallions of a hundred warriors marched behind six larger centaurs, each armed with a poleaxe. These were Centaur Khans, large fierce creatures known for their prowess in battle.
Near this army, obscured from it's sight by a small hill, sat a group that rivalled this army in it's strangeness. She'kan, Jol'nath and Crow were deciding on the next best course of action. Jol'nath had just suggested sending his hawk companion, Tal'nath, in to find out the situation of the orcs.
[Player]
She'kan heard the Troll's plan. It seemed wise to find out more about the state of the city itself before attracting the might of the army onto them. "Very well Troll. Your idea has merit, but you must send your hawk as fast as possible. Even now, we see the harpies attacking the city!"
[GM]
Crow nodded his agreement to the Trolls plan. "Good idea Jol'nath. However, She'kan is right. Your hawk must make haste".
A short distance from them, the last of the fires smouldered in the ruined orc village. Thalnir, a human paladin, had just finished healing a final orc. Around him lay the results of his healing, as various orcs began to stir, their life threatening injuries gone. Most of the village lay in ruins, only a small portion had been saved by the earlier efforts of the adventurers. Having healed the orc, Thalnir stood and ran towards another few adventureres nearby. They were Daggoth, a Night-Elven Demon hunter and Tygore, a Tauren Shaman. These two were standing, as Daggoth prepared to teleport them. Thalnir reached them at the same time as a fourth adventurer, Asilli. This high-elven battle mage had arrived just before, wandering into the ruined village from the Barrens. Each of the adventurers placed a hand on Daggoth, who intently focussed on the spot where Crow, She'kan and Jol'nath were.
With a blast, throwing debris from around where the four had stood, Daggoth teleported. All four adventurers blinked into position just behind Crow. Daggoth fell to his knees from the effort expended in his teleport. However, the more humiliating fate lay for the others. Daggoth's teleport ability not only threw the debris from where they had left, it threw the adventurers who he had teleported. Asilli, Tygore and Thalnir were each thrown from Daggoth, landing on the hard barren ground around them.
[align=center]Inside the walls of Durotar:[/align]
On the other side of the giant wall that encompassed Durotar, rows of Troll Spearthrowers stood side by side. The tense looks between them, coupled with nervous smiles, were a terse reminder of the severity of the situation. Zul'keth stood just behind the second row of trolls. A troll in front of him shot him a nervous grin. "Zul'keth mon, I be frightened. I was told there be many harpies ou" A loud, piercing scream echoed as the first harpy flew over the wall. It's claws savagely raked the young troll, sending him flying off the parapet. A short scream echoed from the troll, stopping abrubtly. But the battle was full on now. One of the trolls standing beside where the deceased youth had been stabbed out with his spear, plunging it straight through the harpies feathered side into it's heart. It's body continued to fly forward, pulled by it's previous momentum. The troll barely managed to retrieve his spear before the harpys body fell to join the troll it had killed.
All along the parapet, harpies flew into the waiting spears of trolls. Spears flew up into the air, most hitting their mark and disposing of harpies. Screams echoed as foul harpy claws raked their targets, and harsh piercing cries as troll spears dug into harpy flesh. The battle was full and raging. A harpy swooped down over the wall, flared it's wings and headed straight towards Zul'keth, talons raised.
Further along the wall, the parapet became curved into a circle. In the center of this circle, sheltered by a small orc tower, stood the Warchief Thrall. The Doomhammer by his side, the warchief was deep in a chant, along with nine top shamans around him. With a particularly loud word chanted, a streak of lightning jolted from the clouds, striking dead ten harpies in mid air. They fell instantly, taking several other harpies with them. The deep voice of Thrall echoed out along the parapets "Keep fighting my warriors. We will drive back the enemy!". Thrall and the shamans around him continued to chant, and the thunderstorm above crackled violently. A heavy rain began to fall, washing the blood through the wooden planks into the city below. The sure feet of the trolls and orcs did not falter.
Serveral other shamans stood, guarding their warchief. A small flight of harpies swooped towards the tower. Two Orc raiders hurled nets over several, and along with two other muscular grunts stabbed and sliced at the harpies caught within. Three other shamans each gathered balls of lightning in their hands, hurling them at harpies floating above with deadly precision. Lightning balls collided with the now wet harpy feathers, and mre harpies fell dead. Yet the casualties suffered by the defenders were mounting, as more trolls and orcs fell with harpies.
Standing on the other side of the tower containing Thrall, was Alexandros, a human knight from Theramore. He had been in Durotar when the harpies attacked, and was now fighting along with a force of orcs armed with nets and swords. Several trolls stood nearby with spears, and another few shamans stood with them hurling lightning at the harpies. Two harpies swooped towards the group. One found it's mark in the orc beside Alexandros, the other narrowly zoomed over his head, and turned around for another run.
[OOC] Hi Manga_Matt. Welcome to the roleplay . You and Crane each have a harpy zooming at both of you, and there are many more in the surrounding air should you feel the need to attempt to kill several more.
All up, around 100 harpy corpses are literred around. A good 20 trolls and orcs have fallen to their deaths. All those within the battle are unable to see the centaurs on the ground below.
[Player]
Crow turned to see his companions fall on their knees; Daggoth mostly from a similar exhaustion of teleporting passengers while his passengers were thrown from the nature of his teleportation spell.
"Come on gather yourselves we need to make this quick, the battle has already begin." He urged as he picked Daggoth up.
"Jol'nath is going to send his wing companion to warn the city." He briefed those who just arrived. "Their numbers are close to 600 with 6 Centaur Khans. They are unaware of our presence and that is all the advantage with have."
"The first strike shall be pivotal and should cause maximum damage. We shall begin with a massive bombardment of their ranks. She'kan and Tygore, I believe you'll be able to do that." He said but his attention was caught on the unknown elf. He regard her for a few moments, "She seems to be a mage."
"Help if you are able too." Crow said to her. "Concentrate the bombardment at the edges of their ranks so as to force them into the centre." He advised.
"Daggoth, you will take Jol'nath with you and teleport yourself near the head of their ranks behind the Khans. Use the surprise to your advantage and make a bloody path back for the hill." Crow said to them.
"I'll take Thalnir and teleport into their rear where we'll hold their ranks as they react to our presence." He said sparing a glance at the knight.
"Tygore, when they start going for us, we need you down there with us to hold the line while She'kan continues his bombardment."
"By the time Daggoth and Jol'nath have run through their army they should be confused and their numbers greatly reduced. we'll make an all out charge while She'kan and the elf concentrate their fire at the centre of their ranks."
"Any questions?"
Daggoth steadied himself after the teleport. A great feeling of uncertainty struct his thoughts as he felt some sort of demonic energy circulating in the air. Loud stomps rang in his ears as he noticed the centaurs that Crow had spoken of, same as for the harpies. Daggoth's heart rate increased as he had never engaged in a battle of this mass for a long time. He then raised his hand to Crow's shoulder, followed with a soft sigh.
"I understand what our roles are, but what about timing? I believe if this is to succeed, great coordination and timing is esential!" he cried.
Jol'Nath nodded and immediately called his animal companion to his side. As Tal'Rath alighted on his shoulder, he whispered hurried instructions into his ear.
Tal, mon, go you down tah Ogrimmar and tell dah orcses down der dat we be here to help and dat we need to know what be going on. Formations, positioning and status are da kinda tings we be needing to know. Be making sure dat you be finding a shaman or anudda Darkspear who can be understanding you. Hurry, friend, we don't be having a lotto time. Wing fast and true!
With that, Jol'Nath sent his companion into the air and watched him wing away towards the city. Turning now to his other companions on the hilltop he said, "It be done. Now, I be ready to get messy," he smiled, "but I not be knowing if dis elven can be keeping up wit me considaring da last time he tried to chase anyting, he be falling on his rear."
Jol'Nath laughed and smiled visciously as he unslung his chains from their holders across his back, activated his Poison Orb and began twirling them in slow circles.
OOC: Let's do it!
Thalnir raised his head and looked around, he could see masses of enemies that he will need to face soon. He looked at Crow "I am ready" said Thalnir and nodded his head. He looked at the sky, "Light, give me strength" he said in his mind. Then he walked closer to Crow and preapered to take off. He turned his face to the others "Good luck to you all, may the Light protect our cause".
Tygore's horns imbedded themselves into the soil. Carefully he stood, slding his horns out of the ground. He supposed he deserbed that slight side-effect from Daggoth after his errant lightning ball. Slowly Tygore collected himself, brushing dirt off of anything that needed it. He raised his head and took in the new battelfield surrounding a capital-city of his land. Harpies rammed their ranks into the high walls of Durotar, wave upon wave launching their attack. However, his anger began to skyrocket at the sight of the centuar army. Immediately he drew Raiden from its baldric. The orb began to dance as he stared at the blade, much like how new black and ominous clouds began to form over the small party. His father had used this very sword to extinguish the centaur threat against his own people, now Tygore would have this chance to do a similar deed. He never took his eyed from the blade as he listened to Crow's intstructions. He nodded gravely at their end. Today, he would bring forth a strom unlike any other....
OOC: oh i am pissed, no idea if my storm inerferes or augments the other, u decide, but mine is gettin bigger by the moment. I hate centuars....:D
Zul'keth looked up at the harpy swooping down towards him. His eyes began to glow as he stood up and raised his staff. "For da tribes!" he yelled, thrusting his staff forward. A bright blue bolt raced from the end of his staff towards the harpy, crackling with intensity. His eyes returned to normal and he lowered himself back into a crouch, supporting himself with his staff.
"Watch yourselves...we be killin' the harpies, they not be killin' us." Zul'keth rose his voice and held up his staff. "Ready your spears! Show dem no mercy" he yelled, his eyes glowing once more.
OOC: Edited so it's not against the rules. ^_^;
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