The elven rogue stood at the gates of Silvermoon City, bloody in his tattered leather armor. Vynncent Darkstryder, very tall compared to others of his race, slung his dark blue goggles to the ground and glared angrily with purple eyes at the guard before him. "I thought you told me they wouldn't pass!," he shouted as a swarm of Alliance noisily raided the city behind him. From the distance a small knife sped through the air and stuck Vynnce across the eye, leaving a large vertical scar through it.
"Damnit can't you people do anything?!,"he said as he shoved the guard away from him. With the utmost speed he ran for the man that took his eye and viciously grabbed his hair and cut his neck ear to ear as he threw the severed head aside. He glanced up in time to see several of the enemy rushing towards the sudden outburst. Vynnce, knowing he was outgunned, vanished instantly from sight leaving the group very puzzled.
"I have to get to the others defending." he told himself. He jumped onto his skeletal warhorse and rode as quickly as possible to where the large battle was taking place. The battle was long and barely won by those of the Horde, with a great many casualties on either side.
Now he could finally attend to his eye injured early on into the fighting. Upon his ride to the inn to be examined he came across an older human male clinging to the head of his attacker. "You did this you elf bastard I know it!," he roared as he drew his sword. "For the Horde!' echoed throughout the streets as an army raced across Silvermoon City to slay those remaining. The human looked at the massive throng of people before mounting his horse. "You will hang for this monster, if you are so lucky!," he said before riding off. "Your kind will recieve no mercy from Vynncent Darkstryder of The Grim!," he yelled in his wake.