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Gronar

Location: Suramar(plaza)




He bid the two elves farewell as they left him alone again for now. The orc deiced to ignore the guards comments he will be out of here in a few hours. While he was waiting for night to fall he began to do some small exercises to get to work his muscle loosen up for later. As he did he mentally went over what he would do after he escape. First on the list was to find out were he was.

As night came in Gronar waited for the signal for the escape. The telltale signs that it was coming was the thinning of the people. As there was less and less elves in the court yard. To the orc it seems this would be the best time to break him out. Soon even the guards began to fall asleep. Then suddenly Malfurion ran up to the cage and broke the lock with magic.

"Don't need to tell me twice." The orc responded quickly following Malfurion. Despise not being the stealth of people they made it to the night-sabers without any problems.

"I know how to ride. I prefer wolves." he said as he climbed on the back of the large cat.


Gronar

Location: Suramar(plaza)




Well now it seams Gronar well have to add this lord Ravencrest to his list right after the golden eye elf. Only a day here and he is adding more people to the list. Gronar felt that list is gonna get bigger before he left. She did introduced a new elf to him Malfurion. Another familiar name to Gronar. And the orc was getting annoyed with the feeling that he knew them.

"Greetings." He returned Malfurion greeting.

Unlike most of the other elves here he didn't have his head up his own ass. On top of that he was offering to help him escape so there was that. The elf informed him that the break out would happen later that night. So Gronar was gonna have to wait before he was freed. Malfurion asked about portal. Gronar though over the question trying to remembering the details before he answered.

"After that portal spat me out here. Everything felt off like you just chugged down a mug beer but it tasted like bad wine." Gronar tried to explain to the best of his ability. His faced scrunch as he tried to remember. "That how I remember it ."


Gronar

Location: Suramar(plaza)




The cage suddenly turning into a oven by some magical bullshit. Only serves to further ingrain hatred towards the gold eye elf. Although in the process he manage to learn the other elfs name. And that was Illidan another familiar name to him. Tyrande bid him farewell before she left promising to try to get him out of the cage. The other elf Illidan did some more magic bullshit to rack great pain on his body. He made a promise that when he gets out he is gonna punch that elf in the face consequences be damed. Seeing no one else is going to bother him. He figured he could get some shut eye. And made himself comfortable. But peaceful sleep did not come.

In his dreams he was knee deep in hoard of daemons. Every swing was true and fell a daemon. But yet there numbers was endless no matter how many he fell. Gronar was interrupted when a hand touch his shoulder with a voice following soon behind.

"Wake up, Gronar."

Gronar awoke in familiar surroundings of his families dwelling the dying embers of the fire provide a small amount of illumination. Scanning the room he soon spotted a more aged orc warrior sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You were having quite the restless sleep my son. Dreaming of battle?" He older orc asked the orc child on the bed.

The orc paused before he spoke "Yes...." He earn inquisitive stare from his dad. The young gronar sighed "We learn about daemon from the shaman."

" I would not worry about them Gornar. We are Warsong if we meet the legion again. We shall defeat them like last time." Gronars father explain to him resting a hand on the orclings shoulder. "Now get some sleep you have a long day tomorrow your uncle Varkic wants you to help him with his wolves."

Gronar said nothing else as the memory faded away to be replaced with the cage he was currently stuck in. He quickly check the time to find it was about midday when he woke up. The rest of the day past uneventful much to Gronar displeasure. As he was bored out of his mind in-till he saw the elf woman form yesterday along with a new elf. "Hey, did that raven-guy say I can leave this cage? I got some unfinished business with a certain elf." He asked Tyrande.


Gronar

Location: Suramar(plaza)




The orc was not expecting that question from the elf mouth. Were was he then? Gronar wonder if he was in ashvale then. With the current evidence pointing that he is not actual in ashvale. "I am an orc. You sound like you never seen us before. I mean Orgrimmar should be south of here." He reliped to the priestess. "As I got here, I fighting a bunch a zombies found a portal. Assumed that is were they were coming from. And jumped in. Ended up here." He retold his tale as simply as possible to Tyrande.

Gornar hope for free booze was swiftly crushed by some golden-eyed elf. "Oi! Listen here gold-eyes. I'm not some wild creature. Call me that again and I will call a Mak'gora upon you." He said at the elf. All the while ignoring the dispersing human. It didn't matter to him if one more human disappear. "Don't worry about that humans disappear. They do that sometimes. I consider it a good thing." The orc tried to explain to the elves to calm them.


Gronar

Location: Suramar(plaza)




The longer Gronar was here the more he hated the place. First he was parade around like some fresh kill. Not to mention getting poked by some kid was just the start. Afterwards during interrogation he prided himself that he was able to avoid give any information to his interrogators. The orc instead insulted his interrogators, there families, and their children. This earn him a beating by the his captors. After which he proceeded to insult them again for there weak ass punches. Which got him sent to the outside cages.

He been in the out side cage for a while now slowly starving from the meager portions that they gave him. Worst of all no booze so he can't get drunk to pass the time. That was in till a familiar looking night elf arrived carrying food. The extra food she brought was a welcome aid. She proceed to introduce her self as Tyrande. This is caused Gronar to paused 'Tryande. That name sounds familiar.' he thought before he finished up the given food.

"My name is Gronar. I can use some booze." He replied to the priestess.
[The southern lands of the Volsinii Empire]
[Centurion Sidonius, 5th Maniple, 12th Celeia legion]

Rain and mud that had been the Centurion world for the past few months. Thawing has triggered a monsoon along with flooding from the mountains turning the area into a marsh. But his legion was still sent south to put more pressure on the elven rebels. Sidonius assumed that Imperial high command are getting impatient with how long it was taking the 4th and 7th Celeia legions to crush the revolts. But regardless of the reasoning Sidonius had his orders and the rain was not helping. As here he was trying to get another truck that stuck in the muck out of it.

"Put your backs into it lads!" He barked to the legionaries as they pushed the truck as its wheels spun fruitlessly trying to find a grip. Each of them were nearly up to there knees in mud. They had spent the last 20 minutes trying to free it. The rain was making a cacophony of noise. With fat droplets pinging on the men and vehicles but over the noise a sharp crack echoed out. Its significant was not realized in till a legionary next of Sidonius dropped dead.

"Sniper!" He shouted as several more cracks echoed from the hills as they rushed for cover. The centurion dove behind a truck he quickly surveyed the scene before him. Several legionaries are dead laying face first in the mud while the rest try to return fire on the snipers. Sidnonius grab one of the nearby legionaries "Were in the name Virmar is our armor!?" yelling at him.

"I don't know sir," the legionary quickly blurted out.

"Then find them and bring them up here NOW!" He shouted causing the legionary to quickly scamper off to find the tanks. Several minutes later the snipers were cleared out when the tanks pumped a few cannon rounds into the hills. With the snipers dealt with the casualties were treated. The truck was dragged out by a tank leaving Centurion Sidonius to look over the blood stain mud with the rain ever falling.
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[Imperial Place, Volsinii]
[Imperial council chamber]

The room was heavy with the smell of cigar smoke and Volsinii whiskey. In the center of the room was a rectangular table at the head was Emperor Messor Aetius. Around the rest of the table was the member of his triumvirate or the men selected to carry out his will. First to his right was Imperatoris Marcus Tybal commander of the imperial army. Across from him was Procurator Euclio Bruccius who directed the imperial bureaucracy. And at the end of the table was the High Justiciar Virgo Siculus highest judge within the empire.

"How long do you think the rebels will last for now that the 12th was sent ?" Messor asked nursing his whiskey.

"Soon. The legions will contain them into a smaller and smaller area. Then we will finished them off." Imperatoris Tybal replied taking a puff from his cigar.

"Once they are defeated we must focus on rebuilding imperial prestige. Several of the nations near us once submitted to the imperial throne. We shall remind them there oaths they took decades ago." Messor pause to take a deep swing of his whiskey. "Be polite first. But I want military options ready if they do not honor the old treaties. We shall adjourned for now." The three members of the triumvirate bowed before leaving the emperor.


Gronar

Location: Ancient Forest?




Gronar was glad once the group of the nightsabers began to move. He was getting bored with the human and other elf just talking. He didn't understand why they even spoke to there captors. The elders of the warsong always told him if he was capture that he should only speak to insult his captors. Which he was

The orc was rattled as the nighstsaber road over every bump made the position he was in even more uncomfortable. The shaking of the nightsabers only succeed in driving up his rage. But the rage soon turned into confusion as they rode on. Now Gronar has only been to ashvale once or twice. But he thinks at this point he would come across some of the Horde's logging activity. Or at the very lease the sounds of goblin machinery. He thought as the group went along trying to spot any Horde activity.
Flag:
Nation Name: The Volsinii empire
Type of Government: Absolute Monarchy
Head(s) of Government:
Emperor Messor Aetius
Empress Lusia Aetius
Emperor-elect Syra Aetius
Imperatoris Marcus Tybal
Procurator Euclio Bruccius
High Justiciar Virgo Siculus

Economy (Main imports, exports, industries, etc.):


Unique Technologies (the more exotic or interesting stuff your nation uses or has come up with):
Telsa weapons:
The Volsiniins created weapons to harness electric forces harnessing them as weapons. Mounted and use by various Volsinii units. From small squad weapons to larger ones mounted on there skyships. Used mostly against lightly armored and infantry.
Coal liquefaction:
The demands for resource during the imperial civil wars require more creative methods to create what they needed. Due to this the Volsinii created the process of Coal liquefication to maintain their supply of oil with importing large amounts of it from abroad. After the wars the production was scaled down for peace time demands.

Primary Species: Human
67% humans
13% orc
10% forest elf
5% dwarf
6% other races

Population:
39 million

Culture:
The culture of the empire had gone through major shifts in the recent decades become far more focused on the national identity. The explosions of nationalistic art, music, and monuments inspired by the imperial victory. The values that are held in high regards in the empire are hard work and self-sacrifice to the state. Sacrificing one’s self towards the betterment of the state is consider the highest value of a citizen.
Attitudes towards the many races depends on the side they chose during the civil war. As the groups who fought on the side of the imperial throne are greatly respected. While those who did not are discriminated and treated with suspicion or outright hate.

Religion and Other Beliefs:
The Main state religion is the worship of Virmar the legendary hero who founded the empire centuries ago. Often time referred to as Virmar Dragonslayer. The stories of the first Emperor ascension are widely told and intergraded into the official records. Shortly after uniting the Vosta under his banner a force of dragons invaded the northern lands. The emperor united his forces and fought back the dragons. As he slew them he could take their power and use it against the dragons. Eventually he was able to drive them from the north. Not before the fighting the elder dragon leading the invasion. In the titanic clash between the two Virmar was mortally wounded. Calling upon the power taken from the other slaying dragons to launch a final attack. The attack slew the dragon its power was drained by the dying emperor. The result was upon him death he ascends to godhood.
While the other faiths of the other members are tolerated the pantheon of the elves have been banned due their decision to side against the empire during the civil war.

Location/Territories:


Climate:
Cold with mild summers and long winters.

Military:




Magic Prevalence/Usage:
The use of magic is restricted to priesthood. Other forms are hunted or repressed.

History/ Background Info:


Nation Relations:
The Republic of Avalia: Long standing rivals for most of there histories.
Fenice: There is a mutual dislike between the nations. Due to past conflict and territorial loss to the empire.
Empire of Oswaria: trade partners.
First draft of CS.

Flag:
Nation Name: The Volsinii empire
Type of Government: Absolute Monarchy
Head(s) of Government:
Emperor Messor Aetius
Empress Lusia Aetius
Emperor-elect Syra Aetius
Imperatoris Marcus Tybal
Procurator Euclio Bruccius
High Justiciar Virgo Siculus

Economy (Main imports, exports, industries, etc.):


Unique Technologies (the more exotic or interesting stuff your nation uses or has come up with):
Telsa weapons:
The Volsiniins created weapons to harness electric forces harnessing them as weapons. Mounted and use by various Volsinii units. From small squad weapons to larger ones mounted on there skyships. Used mostly against lightly armored and infantry.
Coal liquefaction:
The demands for resource during the imperial civil wars require more creative methods to create what they needed. Due to this the Volsinii created the process of Coal liquefication to maintain their supply of oil with importing large amounts of it from abroad. After the wars the production was scaled down for peace time demands.

Primary Species: Human
67% humans
13% orc
10% forest elf
5% dwarf
6% other races

Population:
39 million

Culture:
The culture of the empire had gone through major shifts in the recent decades become far more focused on the national identity. The explosions of nationalistic art, music, and monuments inspired by the imperial victory. The values that are held in high regards in the empire are hard work and self-sacrifice to the state. Sacrificing one’s self towards the betterment of the state is consider the highest value of a citizen.
Attitudes towards the many races depends on the side they chose during the civil war. As the groups who fought on the side of the imperial throne are greatly respected. While those who did not are discriminated and treated with suspicion or outright hate.

Religion and Other Beliefs:
The Main state religion is the worship of Virmar the legendary hero who founded the empire centuries ago. Often time referred to as Virmar Dragonslayer. The stories of the first Emperor ascension are widely told and intergraded into the official records. Shortly after uniting the Vosta under his banner a force of dragons invaded the northern lands. The emperor united his forces and fought back the dragons. As he slew them he could take their power and use it against the dragons. Eventually he was able to drive them from the north. Not before the fighting the elder dragon leading the invasion. In the titanic clash between the two Virmar was mortally wounded. Calling upon the power taken from the other slaying dragons to launch a final attack. The attack slew the dragon its power was drained by the dying emperor. The result was upon him death he ascends to godhood.
While the other faiths of the other members are tolerated the pantheon of the elves have been banned due their decision to side against the empire during the civil war.

Location/Territories:


Climate:
Cold with mild summers and long winters.

Military:




Magic Prevalence/Usage:
The use of magic is restricted to priesthood. Other forms are hunted or repressed.

History/ Background Info:

Nation Relations:
The Republic of Avalia: Long standing rivals for most of there histories.
Fenice: There is a mutual dislike between the nations. Due to past conflict and territorial loss to the empire.
Empire of Oswaria: trade partners.


Gronar

Location: Ancient Forest?




Gronar let out a grunt as another veil of moonlight was leveled upon him. The magical force forced the air from his lungs killing the next set of insults to the elves. The orc could not put up a fight as the elves began to tie him down. Said elves also struggled for a bit to move the sheer mass that is Gronar onto the back of one of the Nightsabers.

Gronar listen to what the leader of the group had to say put the orc into a dilemma. To the orc he was face with two choices. To wait his time in till he can escape. Or try to escape now while they are distracted. But Gronar figured that the mage would simply use his magic to immobilize him again. So for now he would wait for the right moment to make his escape. Completely forgetting about the other two he was with.
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