Icecrown Citadel.

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Topic/Postby Reathor » 18 Dec 2009, 00:00

Icecrown Citadel.

Reathor landed in the Forward camp, at the foot of Icecrown citadel, and pulled himself from his gryphon. Looking around briefly, he struggled to take in everything he could see. Rows and rows of tents, adorned with the banners of the Alliance and the Horde, aswell as those of the Argent Crusade, lined the encampment, constantly patrolled by members of each faction, ever vigilant for any signs of danger. The encampments outskirts were protected by spiked barricades, and ballista’s and other siege weaponry faced outwards, occasionally firing their payloads towards distant scourge forces. The encampment sat in the shadow of Icecrown citadel, the gates of which now shattered open by a large battering ram.

“Sir Alexander, its good to see you”
A tall man, bearing the tabard of the Argent Crusade, walked towards Reathor, his armour was a deep shade of red, and a shortsword hung at his waist. To his right stood a huge figure, bearing the tabard of Orgrimmor, and wearing vicious, spiked plate armour. Reathor bowed to the human, then nodded distrustfully to the orc.
“Crusader Ebonlocke, a pleasure”
The orc stepped forward, and Reathor’s immediate reaction was to reach for his sword, before realising where he was and staying his blade.
“Lok’tar “Alexander” I am Thrullgan Drakefist, Commander of the orc forces that will be fighting alongside you”
Reathor cringed beneath his helmet, and sighed. Reluctantly, he extended his hand, and shook that of the orc firmly, before nodding.
“It will be…most helpful, to have your soldiers with us, Drakefist”
The orc stepped back, turning to the Argent Dawn soldier, as if waiting for further instruction. Reathor folded his arms, his heavy plate armour grinding against itself as he did so.
“You will be fighting alongside each other and co-ordinating your assaults to work most effectively, your units have been instructed to move into the Citadel, and defeat the forces at the parapet that is visible to the northeast side. Once there, the Skybreaker will drop off reinforcements, and further instructions will be given.”

Reathor and the orc looked to one another, as if sizing the other up, before both nodding in turn, the argent soldier nodded, smiling faintly, before moving back towards the Argent tents, leaving Reathor and the orc to join the respective forces. As they walked, the Orc spoke.
“I’ve heard tales of your fighting in the basin, Sir Alexander, it is an honour to fight alongside you on the battlefield.”


This comment caused the paladin to blink, and smirk faintly, surely this wasn’t right, every orc Reathor had encountered so far had seemed bloodthirsty and savage, yet this one seemed different, an honourable soldier, even complimenting a man who would under normal circumstance be his enemy. Reathor smiled for a brief moment before nodding.
“The honour is all mine, Warlord Drakefist”.
The two commanders walked on, taking their positions at the head of their units, before charging into the shattered gate of the citadel, weapons drawn to face whatever horrors they faced inside.
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