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Monday
It was the most horrible time known to the humans of Lordaeron. A plague, a plague of undeath, swept across the land. Mothers, fathers, children, all fell before it.
And then they rose again.
There were those that held out. The Scarlet Crusade were among them, as were the Argent Dawn. But they couldn’t stand to the combined might of some of the most brilliant minds on Azeroth. Kel’thuzad, Ner’zhul, Arthas, and Sylvanas. Some of the most feared and hated names in the world. All were once living, now all are dead and reborn.
The Scourge swept through the Northern lands with nothing to stop them. Few survived the initial onslaught.
Eversong Woods remains untouched. The Blood Elves mobilized their forces and retook all of Eversong, and the Ghostlands as well. They secured the pass into their lands, shutting themselves off completely.
The Eastern Plaguelands is a backwater of the Scourge, where the weak zombies and the newly raised, or those without intelligence are sent. The Argent Dawn was forced out of every holding except for Light’s Hope Chapel, which remains secure because of its hallowed nature. Above it hangs Naxxramas, from which Kel’thuzad commands the Scourge in Lordaeron.
The Western Plaguelands is currently the hottest warzone in Lordaeron. The Scourge forces fiercely hold onto Andorhol in an attempt to block off any forces from getting into the rest of the Plaguelands. A small number of Alliance soldiers have been able to slip across the lake and press them from the North, but they are in constant danger of getting attacked from behind. Andorhol currently remains in the hands of the Scourge, but the south western Bridge has fallen to the Alliance and the Argent Dawn.
The Four Horseman descended from Naxxramas after an unsuccessful assault by Darion Mograine and took command of the forces in the Western Plaguelands.
Tirisfal Glades remains under the command of Sylvanas Windrunner, who currently holds them with her soldiers against an onslaught of the Worgen, who joined the Alliance and demolished the Greymane Wall after contracting the Worgen curse. They hold everything up to Shadowfang Keep, which has become their base of operations.
Recently, Goldshire and much of eastern Elwynn Forest came under attack from Undead pouring out of Duskwood, under the command of a necromancer, one Morbent Fel, who was turned into a Lich in honor of his efforts. The army of Stormwind has pulled back from Redridge and Westfall in an attempt to hold it. As a result, the Defias have taken almost all of Westfall, barring Sentinel Hill, which has been fortified into a large city for refugees.
The porcine Quillboar of the Barrens kept a deadly secret… they were under control of the Scourge. The city of Razorfen Kraul fell to Scourge sweeping from the Razorfen Downs in a single night. Now all the remaining Quillboar hold a small section of their city in the southern Barrens.
But the Scourge isn’t the only thing stirring. Rumours of increased activity in Grim Batol have surfaced, and the Black Flight have redoubled their efforts in Redridge Mountains.
Demonic cults and Death cults have sprung up throughout Azeroth. The Searing Blade recently led a coup, and took the city of Razor Hill and assaulted Sen’jin. The army of Orgrimmar was mobilized and currently holds the only passageway to Orgrimmar. Another large part of the army was posted in the Shadow Cleft, and fight a running battle against the Searing Blade in the Ragefire Chasm.
The land of Alterac has been retaken by a family line with relations to the Perenolde line, and have refortified it in an attempt to create a bulwark against the Scourge.
Similarly, the land of Hillsbrad has been heavily fortified by the humans of Stormwind.
The dwarves of Dun Morogh have moved nearly the entire army to Loch Modan, in an attempt to stem the tide of Dark Irons, who have taken nearly all of the Badlands. Currently, the city of Thelsamar has been placed under military rule and serves as a command point.
Heroes have awakened all across Azeroth… will you join them?
This is an RP set just before the Shattering.
You can play as any of the factions made before the Shattering, except for the Ebon Blade. The war in Northrend hasn’t happened but the various Northern races have sent soldiers down south, so you need to have a good reason for playing a non-Scourge Northrend race.
You can be any class from these lists.
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Monday
Characters: Fünden Orebeard, Khaz Stumpfoot, Thorgrim Borheim, Fjarn Grimsblood
Location: South of Andorhol, Western Plaguelands
The dwarven mercenary group known as Stormcross was formed by Fünden Orebeard. It was comprised of about 8 dwarves, but 4 of them died, leaving the ‘core group’. They spent most of their time doing mercenary work, mainly for the Alliance, although they did work for some neutral parties, and once worked for the Horde. Recently, the Argent Dawn hired them to assist in the attacks against the Western Plaguelands, mainly at Andorhol, where they fought before.
They took command of a a group of dwarves, and were tasked to hold the road from Sorrow Hill while the Argent Dawn attacks the South Western bridge.
“Hold th’ line ye weak kneed grunts!” Fünden roared, taking a shot at a ghoul that poked its head above the rubble. The back was blown out and splattered against the ground behind it. A group of five dwarves moved forward into the gates of Sorrow Hill and started throwing buckets of burning pitch into the nearest crypt.
Flame burst from the doorway, and the unit moved forward, holding the line against any undead that ventured near, while keeping the rest of the Scourge inside the crypt. “If we can do this fer all the crypts, we won’ have to worry about fresh troops from here anymore!” yelled Fünden. “So fight harder!”
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Skreeran
Character: Nameless Undead
Location: Eastern Plaguelands
The undead creature twitched in confusion. It had just realized that it now possessed the ability to think freely. No more darkness. No more dreams. Just perfect clarity.
"Congratulations!" a voice boomed. "You have been selected to become a skeletal mage!"
The zombie turned and looked to the side. There were nearly a hundred other confused undead here with it, it estimated. It looked back up to the sound of the voice. He spotted a human, or at least, he thought it was a human. Their skin was pale and stretched thin, and they seemed only barely alive.
The zombie was immediately startled by the realization that it itself
wasn't
alive. Images flashed past, half remembered, confusing it further. Most of them were pleasant; a few of them were horrifying.
The zombie's trance was broken by another booming voice from the living human, echoing relentlessly around the chamber.
"As a skeletal mage, you will be able to serve the Scourge even more effectively! And as befitting your impressive rank, you will be awarded with new forms and names!"
The undead human stood and watched, transfixed on the speaker, desperately searching for a solution to its disorientation, when it gave out a cry as it felt something change in its body. The flesh on its bones shriveled away and atrophied, leaving only pallid skin stretched over bone. It felt its eyes wilt away, and blindness overcame it, but it could
see
. It saw without eyes, and with a greater clarity and vision than it had ever imagined.
A cultist walked past it as it transformation was completed, looking down at a tablet.
"Scourflesh," the human said flatly, before moving onto the next zombie.
Scourflesh. It had a name now, and that was something. Something to cling to. A name meant it had identity. That it still existed. And it could work with that.
Post by
Atik
Lt. Alexandros Hopewell
Tyr's hand, Eastern Plaguelands
"I don't care how many more troops they need at the monestary! Tell that bastard Morgain we don't have them to spare!"
The messenger saluted and turned on his heels, running back to the gryphon he had flown in on. He had been constant trips, each one more life-threatening than the last.
Alexandros took advantage of the moment's reprieve for his voice. He had been yelling all day trying to keep up with the constant scourge attacks. He rode atop his own gryphon, Paragon. The majestic white creature slowly turned back to the battle at hand and took off, bringing its master back to his current duties.
The entrance to Tyr's hand was a warzone. Only twenty yards outside of the wall, Scarlet foot soilders clashed head on with the scourge forces. Alexandros gripped the handle of the axe resting on his back. A mighty Arcanite Reaper, a symbol of a true warrior from happier days.
Atop the wall and just inside the gateway, archers and mages of all sorts provided ranged support, ripping the far greater forces of the scourge apart.
Suddenly, a small, thin coice broke Alex's thoughts. "I don't understand why you don't simply close the gates." The luitenent turned to see the old, wrinkeled face of the Scarlet Archemage. The man's white hair fell well past his shoulders.
"Archemage Relaron, what an unpleasent surprise." Responded Alexandros, but just as he was about to explain how the gate simply couldn't hold back the scourge, the ariel attack became clear.
A long, purple hand of necromantic power wrapped itself around the Archmage. Alex went for the old man's outstretched arm, but was mere seconds too late. The hand ripped him backwards through the air and the old man's back suddenly found itself meeting a Death Knight's sword.
The runeblade exploded through Relaron's chest and was quickly ripped back out. The heavily armored undead turned to kill another undead, but quickly found itself pinned by a gryphon not unlike the undead one it had rode in on.
Alexandros stepped down off his mount, drawing his axe. He brought it down swiftly, crushing the head of what had once been a man. He kneeled and checked the former Archemage's chest.
Another one dead.
"Burn the bodies!" Alex shouted, "And where the hell are those balistas I called for?"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alaric Dalson
Description
: Baron Alaric Dalson is a death knight in service of the Scourge. His parents died when he was still young and he was raised by his distant relative, Harold Dalson in his farm. When the Plague of Undeath came to Lordaeron, Alaric immediately joined the army and was placed under Marwyn's command. He fought through all the majority of the campaign, including the Culling of Stratholme that he willingly took part in, fervently believing in his prince's actions and following his orders with almost religious zeal. Alaric did not hesitate a second when he learned about Arthas's expedition to the North, and continued his service to his prince. However, he was greatly distressed by the events of the War, and perhaps the only thing that kept him away from madness was unshakeable belief in his commanders. It backfired horribly on him later, after Mal'Ganis's eventual defeat and Arthas's succumbing to the whispers of Frostmourne. He could only stand, not even horrified but confused, when Marwyn pierced his heart with the words, "Because the prince wishes so."
After Alaric's resurrection, Arthas recognised the dark potential that was buried inside him. Dalson was ascended into baronhood and granted the lands immediately surrounding Dalson's Farm, which he took for granted seeing as his adoptive father had no living heir except from him. Now as a death knight of the Scourge, the Baron leads the troops, in his forever cold heart still fighting for Lordaeron and for his prince.
Alaric's once black hair grayed before his time when he was raised into undeath, stopping somewhere in the middle between charcoal and silver. He dreamed to grow a glorious beard back when he was alive, but all that is left to him now is a small, albeit stylish, goatee not unlike an arrowhead. The Baron wears full plate armor richly adorned with skulls, complete with an acid green tabard, and wields a massive two-handed maul covered with dark runes.
Location
: Eastern Plaguelands
Alaric sat atop his skeletal steed, overseeing the acolytes raising more and more soldiers for the Scourge. The baron was wondering whether any of the new recruits would be worthy enough to earn a name - or even to be granted the greatest of honors a soldier could achieve, to be named a death knight of their glorious prince Arthas.
It confused Alaric why had not the heir apparent yet proclaimed himself the king, seeing as the old one was already dead. The death knight did not spend much time in confusion, however, coming to a conclusion that his prince could do whatever he wished to, and perhaps had already crowned himself in a discreet ceremony, with all due modesty.
Dalson's thoughts smoothly went over to the insurgents. His grasp on his massive maul firmed as the tales of wolf-peope echoed in his head. He frowned, recalling that these worgen, as they were called, were the citizen of Gilneas.
'
At first they turned down on us with the orc situation, and now they dare to come to our land?
' he thought. '
Let them come, then, the prince will let nothing go to waste.
'
The death knight raised his weapon into the air in a silent salute to the surrounding troops - his fellow soldiers in this war.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Scourflesh
Location: Eastern Plaguelands
Scourflesh soon learned that this place where he was--Naxxramas, it was called--was the command center for the Scourge in the Plaguelands. Only the Undercity was more important. He felt a strange feeling of pride to be considered important enough to be brought there and given an identity.
He and his skeletal brothers and sisters were now being teleported down to the battlefield to aid with the cleanup.
As they reached the ground, they reported to the first Death Knight they could find, who the necromancer had called a Baron.
Scourflesh was still unsure about what was going on, and why, but the Scourge gave him purpose, and he would obey.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alaric Dalson
Location
: Eastern Plaguelands
Alaric's eyes focused on an undead near him - a skeletal mage, it would seem. The death knight knew that, compared to him, one of the finest soldiers in the whole world, the bone construct was in all senses a lesser being, but he didn't feel like it, somewhy. To him, both were just cogwheels in the enormous, beautiful war machine that was the Scourge.
"Name yourself," said Dalson, surprised at the tone of his voice - rasp and hoarse. He didn't know why he thought that skeletal mages were important enough to have a name - he just knew it.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Scourflesh
Location: Eastern Plaguelands
"I am Scourflesh," the mage replied, his voice grinding and distant, as if he was speaking from the bottom of a well. "How may I serve the Scourge?"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alaric Dalson
Location
: Eastern Plaguelands
Dalson turned his head to the north-west, where beneath the looming outline of Naxxramas the ever-smoldering city of Sratholme stood.
"We must secure our presence in these lands. A lowly band of insurgents is holding the Crusader's square in the pearl of the North," Alaric said sedately. "Their betrayal to our glorious lord shall not remain unpunished."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Scourflesh
Location: Eastern Plaguelands
"Who shall lead us?" Scourflesh asked, gesturing to the several dozen other skeletal mages around him.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alaric Dalson
Location
: Eastern Plaguelands
"If you are referring to the likes of yours only, whoever is the strongest, I suppose. As for the assault in general, I was chosen to spearhead it."
((We might want to wait for Funden, since I'm not sure about the Scarlet's state in this continuity.
Or we can simply assume that they are uncorrupted (hence, no deal between Balnazzar and KT) and gleefully decimate them. Since Sylvanas is still with the Scourge and thus the whole Dreadlord Trio plot was missed, I think it's safe to assume that this is exactly the case.))
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Atik
Lt. Alexandros Hopewell
Tyr's Hand, Eastern Plaguelands
Cannonballs and massive arrows filled the sky. Skeletal gryphons, gargoyles, and even a lone frostwyrm fell befor the might of the Scarlet Crusade's balistas and cannons. Alex smiled as he watched the undead fall like flies, but he knew it was only temporary. The scourge's true strength layed with their ground forces.
For now however, the attack seemed to be over. The remaining undead held their ground just over a hundred yards from the gate.
"Call the soilders back a close the gate! We need to stay on gaurd!" Alexandros gave the order with no hesitation, he had fought this same battle many times before. He couldn't help but feel the undead were toying with him.
He sighed, this life was driving him insane.
Scarlet Messenger
Eastern Plaguelands
The messenger would have gone back to Scarlet Monestary. It would have been the most direct interpritation of his orders. But there was something about the way the undead had amassed out side of Sratholme that bothered him.
He stopped, hovering in the air for a moment.
Post by
Monday
Characters: Funden Orebeard, Khaz Stumpfoot, Thorgrim Borheim, Fjarn Grimsblood
Location: South of Andorhol, Western Plaguelands
Funden moved his dwarves forward, and they swarmed another crypt. Stormcross held back the ever rising tides of the dead, until that crypt too was in flames.
"Pull back!" called Funden. "The Scourge are too many! We have to be content with a minor victory." The dwarves formed an orderly retreat, and quickly beat a path back to the gate to Sorrow Hill, where they jumped back behind a bulwark of boxes and stakes. "Fire!" called Fjarn. The dwarves mortar team opened fire, blowing several advancing skeletons into dust.
Character: Corintus Charwood
Location: Southshore Army Forward Camp
Corintus is a Cultist of the Damned, one who gave his soul to the Scourge in return for terrible power. His position is maintained in a forward Alliance Camp, just south of Silverpine. Relatively tall, with light blonde hair and a cheerful demeanor, he appears to be an unlikely candidate for the cult...
Corintus nodded at the guards as he passed into the the camp, moving immediately to his tent. Kneeling down, he held out a dark runes orb, which flickered, then sent a voice into his mind.
What do you want, Corintus?
asked Theerilius, a Dark Ranger under command of Sylvanas Windrunner.
"I wish to know when the Worgen are to attack. I can weaken the camp and break it with a special poison, allowing the Worgen through. If not, the Alliance will fortify this camp even more."
A negative feeling entered his head.
No, if we do so they will be immune to our Plague, which is the main weapon of the Scourge. Request denied.
Corintus snarled, but broke the connection. "Now what...?"
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Characters: Funden Orebeard, Khaz Stumpfoot, Thorgrim Borheim, Fjarn Grimsblood
Location: South of Andorhol, Western Plaguelands
Funden sat back and took a deep breath. The attack had abated, at least momentarily. The rest of the dwarves were gathering ammo and supplies. "When're the Alliance soldiers gettin' 'ere?" Funden asked Thorgrim. Thorgrim shrugged. "Whenever the Worgen offensive is finished."
Character: Corintus Charwood
Location: Southshore Army Forward Camp
Cornitus broke out into an evil grin. "What if I poison them all, int he midst of battle? I can raise them all as undead once the Worgen are finished, and strike at Southshore..."
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