Tronco
01-14-2008, 12:02 AM
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For the third night in a row, the members of Halycon Affinity would steel themsleves within the caverns of time. The journey through the twisting eather that connects our time to the phantoms of the past was always unpleasent. One never quite gets used to being torn from your temporal foothold in reality and hurtled backwards. We had made the journey through time twice before, both times, thwarting the burning legions plans to threaten our present by tampering with history.
The forces of the burning legion sought to travel back through time, to assualt the heroes of both the horde and the alliance before they were strong enough to defend themselves. Halcyon Affnity reluctantly lent our might to the Jaina Proudmore of years past in order to preserve our questionable futures. This time... was different.
Tonight, the legion would send much stronger forces, employing the scourge and frost wyrms as they attemtped to lay seige to the encampment of Thrall the Warchief in his earliest years of a glorious command. Halcyon Affinity took this as a personal insult. Unlike Proudmore, Thrall threw himself into the breech of combat with the strength and honor he learned from Hellscream. The Doomhammer, gripped in his fist, Thrall fought abreast Dantorg to beat back the scourge and bring thier dargons to the ground.
When at last the endless waves of diseased, broken, and twisted creatures ceased to throw themselves against our forces, the moments of silence held an ominous air, like the quiet before the storm. The hairs on the backs of our necks stood on end as the earth began to shake, in rythum... the cadanace of heavy footfalls...
One of the legion's lieutenants marched defiantly into the encampment with a sense of terrible purpose. Kaz'rogal's blade alone cast a shadow that stratched from the gates to touch the feet of Thrall as if stabbing directly at him. Kaz had come to snuff the rooster, but he'd have to get through us. Clashing swords would ring only tiwce and the second would herald the end of the lieutenant's career. The Warchief was safe, the legion repelled...
FOR THE HORDE!
For the third night in a row, the members of Halycon Affinity would steel themsleves within the caverns of time. The journey through the twisting eather that connects our time to the phantoms of the past was always unpleasent. One never quite gets used to being torn from your temporal foothold in reality and hurtled backwards. We had made the journey through time twice before, both times, thwarting the burning legions plans to threaten our present by tampering with history.
The forces of the burning legion sought to travel back through time, to assualt the heroes of both the horde and the alliance before they were strong enough to defend themselves. Halcyon Affnity reluctantly lent our might to the Jaina Proudmore of years past in order to preserve our questionable futures. This time... was different.
Tonight, the legion would send much stronger forces, employing the scourge and frost wyrms as they attemtped to lay seige to the encampment of Thrall the Warchief in his earliest years of a glorious command. Halcyon Affinity took this as a personal insult. Unlike Proudmore, Thrall threw himself into the breech of combat with the strength and honor he learned from Hellscream. The Doomhammer, gripped in his fist, Thrall fought abreast Dantorg to beat back the scourge and bring thier dargons to the ground.
When at last the endless waves of diseased, broken, and twisted creatures ceased to throw themselves against our forces, the moments of silence held an ominous air, like the quiet before the storm. The hairs on the backs of our necks stood on end as the earth began to shake, in rythum... the cadanace of heavy footfalls...
One of the legion's lieutenants marched defiantly into the encampment with a sense of terrible purpose. Kaz'rogal's blade alone cast a shadow that stratched from the gates to touch the feet of Thrall as if stabbing directly at him. Kaz had come to snuff the rooster, but he'd have to get through us. Clashing swords would ring only tiwce and the second would herald the end of the lieutenant's career. The Warchief was safe, the legion repelled...
FOR THE HORDE!