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((This is where we will post the top horde wanted in regards to pvp action. Roleplayers will be given extra note, as it were, for pvp action, but this is to encourage world pvp action so we're throwing open the doors. Once we get a legitimate list going with the top horde wanted list according to pvp actions, an unknown benefactor will be sending a reward in gold to the person who made the top of the list weekly.

But, for now, we're going to post the wanted list with some names we just pulled up.))

Gentyl looked at the first report and then tacked the wanted poster up in the guild office.

Under the picture was a description of the blood elf.

Rotoblade: Revenant Knight, Elf, wanted for a series of malicious and wanton acts in Elwynn, Westfall, Darkshire and elsewhere. Well geared with Pit rewards, but his bravery requires a situational advantage. Also will wear the blue skirt. A common "hedge Knight" but formidable when engaged.

Gentyl looked up from the reports as the office door opened. The Commander stomped in, shaking the rain from his cloak. "Damnable weather, mi'lady, but the ship lies easy."

He hung up his cloak on a peg near the door and eyed the stack of paperwork. "Shall we order dinner in then?"

She sprinkled sand over her signature to dry the ink then poured it back into the small shell she had picked from a beach on their honeymoon. "If you don't mind, sir. I need to get these action reports done and we have some more to go on the Wanted List."

He glanced through the notes and nodded. "Pang is back? Let me order that dinner and I will write up his notice. Know him well and happy to put him on the list."



Pang, revenant of the order Half Past Twelve. A merciless scamp, his preferred hunting ground remains the city of Stormwind where he has claimed no less than 60 souls, most if not all being young ill-provisioned guards or those untutored in war. He rarely leaves anyone injured, his work is clean and precise. When a defense has been mustered, he can be elusive, especially when working the labyrinth of corridors within the Stormwind walls. Known to leave behind a particular malodourous air that many have associated with vegetable rot. He has no purpose beyond delivering suffering, works under no known directive. Little is known of his order. He is not shy, has no fear of taking a death, and has never been witnessed taking the coward's blue. In the mold of Sadiq and Chaele, names still whispered in Elwynn and Westfall, the rogue Pang is one of our Most Wanted.

Wanted Icharus

Forsaken Rogue of the Grim Maw Clan. Guilty of numerous attacks in Stormwind, particularly upon Gentyl D'Amond Turncutt.

Extremely skilled. Fearless and not known to don the blue skirt. Once he is set on a target, he does not let go easily. Approach with caution

Gentyl sank wearily into the chair beside the fire. Had the Commander not been at sea, this was one night she would have leaned against his knee as he brushed her hair out, closed her eyes and drifted off to blessed sleep. Instead, she poured a cup of tea, squeezed a wedge of lemon in it and pulled a blank sheet of paper from the stack.

"Enough of this. Time to put these scamps on the list."

The cat in the corner opened one eye at her voice and then closed it again and went back to sleep.

She dipped the quill into the ink stand and penned the notice.

Wanted for crimes against the Alliance including murder, destruction of property, disturbing the peace, trespassing and various other acts.

The horde clan known as Steam.

Members are known to wage war upon soldier and civilian alike. Their forces are skilled in the art of war and many are geared with the finest pit rewards. They have taken up a war in Elwynn Forest primarily, but it is considered likely they will strike elsewhere.

Steam members are professionals without the rude gestures and coward blue often seen on the field. Approach with blades drawn and expect no quarter.

This is actually very very interesting.

i will be your newest most wanted.. its flattering that it take so many allies to bring me down!!!
quot of the day "suck it dry!"

rude as i can be. i travel the vast land looking for herbs to smoke and trees to sit under.. joining steam together we destroy any and everything that we come across. even women and children will fall under my mighty hoofs.

Senior Sgt. Bandaidz wages war one the Alliance. Our fearless leader Valve is notorious for taking on multiple foes with his grandfathers Warn Daggers (yah fool there item lvl 1) VforV is a seasoned medic whos power courses through every vein, blinding his foes with sheer holy wrath. Byepolar was born of the wild closes his eyes, breaths deeply and inhales natures true forces, mending his comrades with a swift burst of energy. Slickman draws a breath, steadying his bow, focusing on the single most vulnerable point of his target. A booming voice trailing back to a burly Orcish commander yells "OPEN FIRE!!!!" impending doom races through the winds and no one is safe from his quiver.

xzero is cool

I have fought these clever foes, although their crude Common belies their seeming instinct-level skill. I would gladly offer my guild's weapons in order to discourage their chaotic and violent outbursts.

we laid waste to iron force. only after countless of life was shed it took a whole army to take out only ten of my men. imagine when we comeback with more.

Gentyl slumped into the chair and closed her eyes. Every bone ached and she was sure she'd pulled some stitches loose in her side. Mira asked about her earlier and was told she was fine, stop worrying. It's in Mira's nature to worry about patients. Gentyl might as well have told the wind to stop sighing outside her window.

She stood up at last and began removing the armor. It was too late to warm water for a bath and she was too weary to wait for one, so she simply sponged off from the wash basin and slipped her sleeping gown on. It was pale blue, the color of her eyes, and one of her husband's favorites. She suspected that was because it was also the same color as the sea in the bay where they had honeymooned.

The quill stood in its stand, beckoning to her until she finally sat down and picked it up. The message would be short if it were to remain legible.

Wanted

Tauren paladin named Bandaidz associated with the Steam clan.

One of the first of Steam to attack Elwynn, he is tough, skilled and geared in some of the best the pits have to offer. He is no doubt well acquainted with the cheers of the crowds in arenas.

He will sometimes take the blue skirt as do most in the clan, but all in all an honorable fighter with no need to disrespect his enemy.

((The original post I had here should have gone in war chronicles. Also, sorry for misidentifying Bandaidz as a druid. He is paladin as I well know.))

We shall take your city of Ironforge another night.

Sitting on a hill, i sit and wounder.
Why.....
Why all this senseless violence.
Why?

My kind never wanted this. all we want to be is one with nature. How did this all happen? How did i get caught in the middle of this.
i often wounder what a life would be outside of all this madness.
a simple life. eating, sleeping, and smoking my herbs.
yes!... that must be nice.
I did not provoke this.. but i will finish this.
i scream out with ferocity, I will end this!
By oath i will not hurt others. but i will shift the balance in my favor by healing and strengthening my comrades.
I gaze into the distance, a small breeze kisses my cheek..
I exhale.. With one more toke from my pipe, i move on, on towards Goldshire.
I will be known, i will not submit, my point will be proven.
I am the best resto i am the pure breed, i am the superior druids

sooo uh yeah what about that guy Ácheron

I believe Goldshire was under Horde control.

Prepare yourselves, next we take Stormwind.

Your mom's so fat i tried to shadowstep her and i got disconnected!

He will emerge from the shadows beyond
craving the blood of the enemy,
guiding his blades on the newly spawned
yearning the fall of monotony,
slowly extracting the life they dawned
exemplifying his lust for autocracy,
dropping the victim into a bond
with understated blasphemy.

He whispers away from the corpse
with one thought in mind,
he considers this ancient source
"rogues do it from behind."

((Fattykins, we took Goldshire last night. Today, I'm pretty sure Steam controlled it. Edit, corrected to say we did recognize Endow members with Steam.))