Blood in the Vale
Necrosis - April 27, 2006
"Hmm, what do have for me this day my goblin friend?” Necrosis
asked smiling at the little goblin Bruiser standing in the alcove
to Booty Bay “What have you heard?”
“Na… nothing important” the goblin said looking down.
Necrosis’ smile turned to a frown “That is disappointing.”
Turning to walk away Necrosis added “Remember if you wish to have
my blessing you must find me information. I will speak to you in
a weeks time”
“No blessing? Wait, please wait my lord!” the bruiser jumped up
and down.
Necrosis turned “Yes?! If you have something tell me, tell me
now. I have other matters to attend to.”
The goblin fidgeted “Th…the Rooks are planning to hunt Horde in
the Vale this upcoming Tuesday night."
“Hmm, excellent my little friend, we have encountered their Order
before. Look into my eyes to receive my blessing.” As the bruiser
looked up Necrosis sharpened his thoughts and forced his way into
the little goblins mind taking control. He searched the goblins
mind for the rest of the information. Necrosis than removed the
memories of regret, guilt and anger that troubled the goblins
mind. In their place Necrosis left behind thoughts of extreme
bliss and a sense of loyalty to The Grim.
Leaving the goblin sleeping in the alcove Necrosis returned to
the Grim guild hall…
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Necrosis addressed the assembled Grim “Hmm, my spies tell me that
the Rooks are looking to make there mark on Stranglethorn. The
Rooks are allies of the foolish Ironforge Regiment. There is
opportunity for bloodshed…”. Necrosis filled his brethren in the
details of their plan.
Lascivious, a woman undead warrior, was the first to reply “Your
paranoia serves you well priest. I think it would be amusing to
assemble a Grim force at Grom'gol and wait for these Rooks.”
Bloodscream, an orc warrior, spoke up “Well dey open up so many
interestin possibilities dey do!” Standing he continued “Dey will
gatha in Booty Bay, den go trompin around in teams of
four...Deyrfore, Orcish logic says we should gather up in groups
of ten, wait roughly one howa afta dey scheduled start time and
den send our fists out huntin DEM... Dis will no doubt degenerate
deyr plans into regroupin, which is when we fall back to Grom
Gol, hide in da zep towa, and send out scouts, patience will see
to da rest."
Necrosis nodded “Hmmm, yes let us meet them in the Vale and show
them that it is not the Horde that is the prey. We assemble at
Grom’gol this Tuesday at 7:15pm, we begin our hunt and ride out
towards Booty Bay at 7:30.”
Grolish, a tauren shaman, spoke up “think we should give them
Rooks a proper Grim greeting right from the get-go as they walk
out of the tunnel from Booty Bay. We can't be letting them stir
up trouble for our younger Horde training in Stranglethorn, can
we?”
Necrosis smiled “Well brother that is a fine idea and battle
tactic. However, this is not a battle but a hunt. We will field
more than these Alliance upstarts and if we meet them as they
come out of the tunnel than we will most likely only get to kill
their lead scouts as the rest of them will cower in Booty Bay.
Yes, I think we give them time to form their small groups. Some
of the weaker Horde may be sacrificed. We will use their cries
for assistance to find our pray and the young Horde will see us
as their saviors.”
Grolish nodded in agreement “Ah! Necrosis, I see your point. My
military upbringing has taught me to think along the lines of
battle tactics, not as a sporting hunter. My father trained me to
kill quickly and efficiently...sparing them for a short period of
time to allow for an entertaining hunt did not cross my mind. I
think I shall rather enjoy this! Release the hounds!”
Lascivious added “It says they are gathering at the inn, perhaps
we could get some of our crazy suicidal mages to go in there and
Arcane burst the crap out of them! If we send a couple warriors
in there with them, a couple challenging and intimidation shouts
would give them time to finish the job when the guards coming
running. Then we could gather outside to await them.”
Followed by the druid Trilok “Knowing of their actions Grolish
helps one strategize one of two ways. As they move the pawns from
the bay we could strike. But like any true rook, they would
castle themselves right where they started. Why break down walls
when one does not have to?”
The majority of the Grim nodded. Trilock added “Instead we could
use true strategy. Give them a few moves, enough to let the rooks
get onto the playing field. From there the Grim pieces will
already be spread out across the board, waiting, waiting to take
down each and every last piece until all that remains is the
king. And unlike a game of chess, there is no stalemate when the
king is surrounded.. it merely dies one hundred deaths as if it
died once. Which seems more strategy? Ending the game before it
starts? Or learning to counter the rook?”
Grolish smiled “Well, there are many tactics that could be
employed here, depending on what we are interested in achieving.
Necrosis and Trilock, you have a sound plan for a sporting hunt
and tactical challenge. Lascivious, your idea of blasting them
before they get started would be amusing and result in lots of
death and destruction in Booty Bay. A thorough military defeat
could be accomplished by trapping them in the tunnel. Half of our
forces wait at the exit of the tunnel and attack when they
appear. The other half are waiting in Booty Bay in the shops and
houses. When a lookout sees the group enter the tunnel, the rear
guard follows them in, blocking their escape. In this case, they
have no chance to recover because the graveyard is at the tunnel
exit. Admittedly, there is little sport in this...almost like
shooting fish in a barrel. So many possibilities...hard to pick
just one! Regardless of which plan we go with, this should be a
most enjoyable night.”
Muatah, a tauren hunter, spoke up “Let them spread out into the
jungle while we wait in Grom'gol, their hunting parties getting
further and further apart. Let them become over-eager and
overconfident. Then we crush them.”
Bloodscream spoke again “ But sending a younger rogue to spy on
them in Booty Bay seems a right proper plan as well... Where's
that crazy sniffing mumbling barking rogue wut was hangin around
da halls when ya needs him?!?”
Emerging from the shadows with a sly smirk on his face the undead
rogue Abric stated “Hm. The ideals of the mercantile class. It
will prove amusing. Know that, regardless of what we do,
Necrosis' hand is the one that guides us. His mouth is the one
that speaks... and his thoughts are our thoughts. Regardless of
your suggestions or your ideals - they are merely opinions to be
used for Necrosis' final decision. Success or failure, it is on
his shoulders.”
Abric slowly walked to the front of the room “Yesterday night,
the Ironforge Regiment with other associates were in the Vale...
and they were attacking any Horde who dared to travel the road.
This seems to start a habit, Necrosis... a habit that should be
broken.”
Abric raised his hand and added “Though be wary; not all Horde in
the Vale find the Alliance presence to be 'bad.' I had
encountered Grisch, the one who claims to wish peace with the
Alliance. He is a fool.... and for his foolery he was cut down by
the dwarves - and his only statement after coming to is "they
will hear of this." Keep our plan safe; for there are ears
everywhere. Let us ensure it is our trap that is set - and not
the other way around.”
Necrosis smiled and nodded at the Rogue “Hmmm, here is the plan…”
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Rain was falling as the Grim assembled at the Grom’gol base camp.
Slowly, the Grim force formed into their fists of five. The hour
came, all were assembled, and the orders were given. A fist rode
out to investigate the hunter’s camp. Another fist rode to the
troll ruins south of the base camp and one headed out towards the
Gurbashi arena. One fist was held in reserve. Contact with
Alliance forces was made at a few of the locations but no sign of
the Rooks and the Grim was becoming impatient. Knowing of the
Rooks sense of loyalty to one another and skill in battle
Necrosis ordered the reserve fist south towards the arena…
Contact! The fist near the arena reported they were under attack.
Necrosis ordered the reserve fist to join the battle. Blades
flashed, blood spilled, Rook and Grim fell and the Vale sang the
song of battle. As Necrosis rode south to the battle he ordered
the other fists to engage. While riding in Necrosis was taken
down by a concentrated attack by the Rooks but even as he fell
the surprised Rooks were slaughtered and broke. Necrosis was soon
resurrected by a young Grim shaman.
From his spies information Necrosis knew the Rooks would now plan
to reform near Booty Bay, band together as a large group and push
North. The hour was also new so the plan was to enter the arena
and take the prize if it was dropped by the pirates. Necrosis
ordered the Grim to reform near the Arena and hold fast. The
Southern most fist again made contact first. Even though a few
Grim fell the Rooks stood no hope and the Vale was washed in the
Rooks’ blood. The Grim force pushed to Booty Bay.
Sitting atop his undead stead Necrosis yelled out for all the
Vale to hear “I declare victory in the name of The Grim and the
Horde”. The Grim cheered and yelled out cries of battle and
victory as Necrosis ordered them back to Grom’gol.
The green Vale had been washed with red this day as the hunters
had become the prey.