*The note is written on some old sketch paper. It smells of alcohol and wet dog.*
Hello Grim.
Legionnaire Konro reporting for duty. I seek to join your organization. You have strength, power and are unforgiving. If you give me the chance I will fight, drink and die for you.
For the Horde.
A soldiers note
Moderator: Officers
Re: A soldiers note
Konro's letter was delivered via goblin courier parachuting from the deck of a miniaturized mail zeppelin over the northern ramparts of Brute's Rise. A blue and gold fireball slammed into the Ogre walls and sent debris tumbling over the regiment of Horde soldiers defending that quarter of Ashran. Catching the goblin before he plummeted into the foamy breakers of the Barrier Sea below, Khorvis slung the courier over his shoulder and continued parrying the slashes and thrusts of two Alliance footmen that had broken through the front lines.
"Letter for you, Bloodstar!" the goblin screeched over the din of battle. A razor-sharp foot of steel whistled by his head, close enough to make out the forge-marks of Stormwind's armory on the blade. Khorvis dodged to the side just in time to deliver a sickening riposte through the footman's torso that returned with several vertebrae and the human's last meal.
"Your eyes must be -ungh," the orc grunted, "useless marbles, courier! Can you not see that I am bloody occupied?!" Another swing blocked, Khorvis holding his axe horizontal with both hands and barely keeping the broadsword an inch from his head as the opponent continued to push downward in a vertical blow. "Read the fel-cursed thing to me you coin-sucker!"
The goblin, hanging from Bloodstar's back, rattled off the contents of the letter in the high-speed gab reserved for auctioneers and hearthstone salesmen. He punctuated the salutation with "Do you wish to deliver a response?" and held the old sketch paper out in front of the orc's face impatiently.
With a berserking roar, Khorvis shoved his grapple forward and slammed the footman's own blade clean through the Alliance helmet, three inches into the human's skull. A fountain of gore erupted from the cloven head and drenched both the goblin and the missive in a sheet of hot blood.
"Bwaha! Lok'tar! What a bloody mess!" Khorvis cried, then glared down at the courier and the ruined letter. "Phaw. There is no time, little one. Return that blood soaked rag to Konro. He will understand the message." He unhitched the mailman and tossed him towards Warspear before returning to the fray.
"Letter for you, Bloodstar!" the goblin screeched over the din of battle. A razor-sharp foot of steel whistled by his head, close enough to make out the forge-marks of Stormwind's armory on the blade. Khorvis dodged to the side just in time to deliver a sickening riposte through the footman's torso that returned with several vertebrae and the human's last meal.
"Your eyes must be -ungh," the orc grunted, "useless marbles, courier! Can you not see that I am bloody occupied?!" Another swing blocked, Khorvis holding his axe horizontal with both hands and barely keeping the broadsword an inch from his head as the opponent continued to push downward in a vertical blow. "Read the fel-cursed thing to me you coin-sucker!"
The goblin, hanging from Bloodstar's back, rattled off the contents of the letter in the high-speed gab reserved for auctioneers and hearthstone salesmen. He punctuated the salutation with "Do you wish to deliver a response?" and held the old sketch paper out in front of the orc's face impatiently.
With a berserking roar, Khorvis shoved his grapple forward and slammed the footman's own blade clean through the Alliance helmet, three inches into the human's skull. A fountain of gore erupted from the cloven head and drenched both the goblin and the missive in a sheet of hot blood.
"Bwaha! Lok'tar! What a bloody mess!" Khorvis cried, then glared down at the courier and the ruined letter. "Phaw. There is no time, little one. Return that blood soaked rag to Konro. He will understand the message." He unhitched the mailman and tossed him towards Warspear before returning to the fray.
