The Desecration Of Nalia by Lascivious
Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 7:36 pm
The Desecration of Nalia
Lascivious - December 1, 2005
Lascivious stood nervously among the crowd of gathering Horde in
Darnassus. She was pleased with the speed of the summoning, but
as a first-time raid leader, her nerves were on edge and drawn
tauter from the night’s lack of sleep.
After crawling through the defensives of the city the night
before, she had struggled to take rest in their hiding place
among the shrubbery.
Zorlonos the warlock slept easily confident in his felhound
watching over him. Next to him the Troll mage Ensidious snored
incessantly. Each breath of air he expelled cause her to cringe
and only the need to have him present to summoning kept her hands
from his throat. That and the displeasure it would mostly likely
incur from Maledictus.
Today was not much better. Each growl of a pet, every sound of
clinking armor brought a wince to her face.
Anything, Abric?
Nothing. They are sitting in a circle. There are some Blades
here.
Sammuel?
No, Whore.. Your brother is not among them.
She sighed is disappointment. “How are you progressing,
Morghoul?”
“We are all here,” the Crimson Watch commander told her. “How
long will you be?”
“Only a few more minutes I should think.”
Once assembled, she motion for the force to move out. They
followed along behind her treading as lightly as possible. At the
top of the ramp, Grainger stepped forward casting a spell that
suddenly turned one of the guards into a bleating lamb.
“Death to the Alliance! Glory for the horde!” she yelled as she
rushed forward. The others followed screaming their battle cries!
They struck the guards into the front quickly and forced their
way into the Temple of the Moon. Lascivious searched for the elf
maid’s body. In truth she felt nothing for the elf. She was
nothing. She was less than nothing. In death the Dark Lady found
her wanting and so left her to rot. But she meant something to
the human dog Jerone and this alone was enough for the
desecration. She was devour the elf’s flesh before his eyes.
And there he was, the arrogant self-appointed keeper of the
ruined heap called Stromguarde, standing like a pompous peacock
as the others rose to face the onslaught. Suddenly, elven militia
was everywhere. Pincus let loose his infernal on them. It laid
them low, but there were so many of them.
Damn sneaky elves!
The horde fought valiantly, laying low several Alliance dogs, and
making general mayhem in the elf holy place. But as more guards
were summoned to the temple the tied began to turn. But it did
not matter, they had accomplished more than expected.
Reluctantly, the retreat was sounded.
Lascivious - December 1, 2005
Lascivious stood nervously among the crowd of gathering Horde in
Darnassus. She was pleased with the speed of the summoning, but
as a first-time raid leader, her nerves were on edge and drawn
tauter from the night’s lack of sleep.
After crawling through the defensives of the city the night
before, she had struggled to take rest in their hiding place
among the shrubbery.
Zorlonos the warlock slept easily confident in his felhound
watching over him. Next to him the Troll mage Ensidious snored
incessantly. Each breath of air he expelled cause her to cringe
and only the need to have him present to summoning kept her hands
from his throat. That and the displeasure it would mostly likely
incur from Maledictus.
Today was not much better. Each growl of a pet, every sound of
clinking armor brought a wince to her face.
Anything, Abric?
Nothing. They are sitting in a circle. There are some Blades
here.
Sammuel?
No, Whore.. Your brother is not among them.
She sighed is disappointment. “How are you progressing,
Morghoul?”
“We are all here,” the Crimson Watch commander told her. “How
long will you be?”
“Only a few more minutes I should think.”
Once assembled, she motion for the force to move out. They
followed along behind her treading as lightly as possible. At the
top of the ramp, Grainger stepped forward casting a spell that
suddenly turned one of the guards into a bleating lamb.
“Death to the Alliance! Glory for the horde!” she yelled as she
rushed forward. The others followed screaming their battle cries!
They struck the guards into the front quickly and forced their
way into the Temple of the Moon. Lascivious searched for the elf
maid’s body. In truth she felt nothing for the elf. She was
nothing. She was less than nothing. In death the Dark Lady found
her wanting and so left her to rot. But she meant something to
the human dog Jerone and this alone was enough for the
desecration. She was devour the elf’s flesh before his eyes.
And there he was, the arrogant self-appointed keeper of the
ruined heap called Stromguarde, standing like a pompous peacock
as the others rose to face the onslaught. Suddenly, elven militia
was everywhere. Pincus let loose his infernal on them. It laid
them low, but there were so many of them.
Damn sneaky elves!
The horde fought valiantly, laying low several Alliance dogs, and
making general mayhem in the elf holy place. But as more guards
were summoned to the temple the tied began to turn. But it did
not matter, they had accomplished more than expected.
Reluctantly, the retreat was sounded.