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Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Gronar

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Location: Forests around Suramar(Forest Path)

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Gronar followed behind the druid form were the felhound were deeper into the forest. The warrior watch Malfurion deep in though as they speed through the forest. It confused him why Malfurion even asked about the legion. 'I mean not know the specific daemons types is understandable. But how he haven't heard of the legion itself. Something an't right.' he thought to himself before another realization hit him. Gornar forgot his sword.

'Dammit, I will have to go back for it later. If I return without it my parents will kill me. First chance I get I am going back to for it.' he thought running a hand through his hair. They soon arrive at the largest tree he has ever seen that tower over the glade. He listen to what the elf said about the tree. With a small hesitation the orc rested his hand on the tree. After a minute he removed his hand and turn back to the druid. "Now what?" he asked.

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Gronar

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Location: Forests around Suramar(Forest Path)

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A solid hit that he landed on the felhound from his drop kick gave an opening to the nightsaber to kill the daemon. Gronar kept an eye on the fehounds corpse just in case it was not dead. Satisfied that it would remain dead he turn his attention back to Malfurion to see how he was fairing. He saw Malfurion shred apart the other felhounds with leaves. The orc stood aside as Malfurion went to heal the wounded nightsaber. Malfurion informed him that they were close to the glade they were traveling and followed after the druid.

"Half right. Felhounds aren't from here. According to what the shamans told me they are the vanguard of the Burning Legion. We had to deal with them in the last expansion. He said following after Malfurion. He realized that if he had to tell the elf what a felhound is he would have to tell him what the Burning Legion is. "The Legion in the words of my old shaman teacher. A band of demonic asshole that travel the stars invading planets. For what ever asshole daemon reason."

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Gronar

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Location: Suramar(plaza)

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There was one thing he was certain of was that prefer wolves over the nightsaber. Either way Gronar was glad to out of that cage and back into the open air. The nightsaber he was riding helped him navigate the forest as they pealed off the path. The orc couldn't help but grin as the sounds of horns echoed through the forest.

Several hours later Gronar realized the saddle was meant for elves not orcs. He was going to ask how much longer when Malfurion answer his question. But both nightsabers stopped and something seems to disturbed there mounts. Gronar didn't have the time to ask when he was attacked by the felhound. Executing a perfect recovery from being knocked off the nightsaber Gronar squared off with the felhound. 'Why is there a felhound was here? Is there a warlock nearby?' He thought examining the pair of daemons.

"Its call a felhound. Its a daemon just kill it." Gronar informed Malfurion as he charge the daemon. Has he closed the distance Gronar quickly formulated a plan. As he got close to the daemon he launched himself at the Felhound to deliver a drop kick to it.

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Gronar

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Location: Suramar(plaza)

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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.

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Gronar

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Location: Suramar(plaza)

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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 ."

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Gronar

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Location: Suramar(plaza)

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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.

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Gronar

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Location: Suramar(plaza)

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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.

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Gronar

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Location: Suramar(plaza)

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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.

Ashes of the Old World (A Dieselpunk Nation Roleplay)

[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.

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Gronar

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Location: Ancient Forest?

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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.