Our scout MacOisen sent a message to me earlier this evening informing me that a small brigade of the Horde had made its way to Westfall. I immediately rode Arossë with other members of the Alliance, in defense of Sentinel Hill. A battle was fought that carried to the very tower itself. Though my spells where often resisted, I was a thorn in their side, as Chaosbringer was to find out. Apparently he didn't see the little mage behind him, as I blasted him to his death with arcane missiles.







As I made my way to the top of the stairs, side by side a with one of Sentinel Hill's guardsman and a warlock of the alliance, we fought this Undead Rogue. We did not allow him to signal the oncoming Horde forces.





We rode north, to cut them off before they could reach Stormwind itself.





We met them in the small town of Goldshire, the battle was fierce, but we sent them packing back towards the swamp of sorrows. Well, shy at least this Tauren.

Zangarmarsh's serene pools and streams, and the soft phosphorescent glow emanating from the native flora and fauna, combine to create a soothing atmosphere – a perfect contrast to the epic battles soon to rage there. In their war efforts, both factions seek to control the Draenei structures known as Twin Spire Ruins for their strategic importance within the region. Twin Spire Ruins are comprised of three buildings which are located on the southern shores of Serpent Lake. To ensure it remains in Eowyna's Control, I am here.

The Harbringers of Sorrow Undead Warlock Qor was unable to finish his pact with the Devil before my adamanite dagger ripped through him. I leaned over his decompossing body and whispered "No pact with the Devil would have helped you, I am much worse than the Devil or anything you could ever imagine." Slowly I twisted the dagger causing more pain before Qor had left this world.

Firean of Harbringers of Sorrow made the mistake of freezing in fear at the sight of me dual wielding my adamite daggers. It was his last mistake before the sorrow of crossing me on the battlefield crossed his mind as he laid on the ground bleeding. I kicked firean's bow away from him and sliced of his ears. Firean screamed in agony and began to cry. I grinned "Gurth gothrim Tel'Quessir!" and watched his life fade away.

LOL!!

*will remember Cabe next time she visits west fall on her Horde*

Guess I will have to visit WestFall.

*Currently in Lajoya, Ca. Its overcast but the beach is great.

d'oh!

LOL

Lets get those kill screenies up in rp form.