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Action Report: 10-18, 2300--2400 hours

<Steam> spotted once again outside of Goldshire. The wanted tauren Bandaidz was seen leading Valenvar, Lawlcat, Zmage, and Painforsale in a series of attacks. Because of the holiday, many Alliance were in the area to assist.

Neasan in particular is to be commended for his faithful assistance. Although the man is not skilled in combat, he aided as much as he could in healing. Despite going down many times to stray hammers, he continued to fight until the midnight bell tolled and he had to retire.

I am indeed skilled in combat! I am but a student of the Light at the moment, though.

We never meant your student any harm, he was only killed by the stray blade or the occasional swipe of my claws. I respect him for standing his ground against such fierce enemies.

Comes from a lifetime of warfare, Troll.

A Troll who can respect that can't be all bad.

The Maggot Lord buzzed Stormwind again, dropping stink bombs with some personal "additions" he added to it from his laboratories. How the Alliance below ran and rolled on the ground from his concoctions. Goody whemper, the hag whose broom he was riding, cackled with delight.

"You must give us the recipe for that green cloud, I can use it when next the coven meets!" She shrieked.

Abominus nodded his assent, then tapped her shoulder and pointed down towards a lonely Alliance guard.

"Dessscend to that one, yesss. We need fresssh liver, and hisss will do, we sssenssse, yesss." Questing maggots wriggled from his nose, excited over the smells they perceived for Abominus.

The unsuspecting guard was knocked to the ground by a falling forsaken. They rolled several times before stopping. He quickly regained his feet, his expression turning from anger to disgust as he beheld Abominus rising before him.

"Undead filth! I will kille You! ALARM! TO ARMS!", he shouted, drawing blade and shield, he swiftly attacked. Abominus easily parried the blow, the blocked the next one, and dodged the third. An onlooker happened by, and tried to help, smashing a pumpkin over Abominus' head, but the crazed Forsaken merely cackled with glee. A few swift strokes of his blade felled the guard, and the citizen turned and fled. The Maggot Lord quickly and efficiently gutted and joined the corpse, removing the choice organs. Abominus then remounted the broom, and Goody Whemper rode off. The last echoing cry of Abominus faded slowly from the streets of Stormwind.

Gentyl wandered past the auction house and stopped in surprise when she recognized the tiny gnome, barely bigger than a pumpkin stem perched on top of one of the jack-o-lanterns. "Oh, hello, Rhumple."

The gnome waved. "Hello, AQ42. You desperately want to know what your problem is, and you recognize that Rhumple knows don't you? For one copper I will insult you."

She blinked in surprise. "I don't have any problems."

He waved a hand in dismissal. "Well, you've just named your fist one there. That's self diagnosis. Never a good idea."

"I'm married to the most wonderful man on Azeroth and I have a new horse," she said, positively stewing in happiness. " What more could a woman want?"

"Ok, come back in two weeks when the honey moon phase is over."

"We've been married two months!"

He snorted. "Ahh I misspoke then. Come back in One week when the honey moon phase is over. Well if I'm wrong, there's always a first time for everything. Except that. I'm not wrong."

"I doubt it will change. He teaches me to kill in the morning and reads poetry to me at night!"

"Well, that's delightful."

Curiosity overcame her. "Ok, what's my problem?"

"I can't tell you till I've drunk some more 'nog." The nog obsessed gnome pulled out a flask and drank deeply then wiped his mouth on his sleeve and let out a long sigh. "Ahhh that's good! Well, first I'll need one copper to tell you. This is a business after all. Secondly I'll need you to sign this waver saying you won't swear a blood oath for revenge if my observation is too poignant."

Finnaeus, one of Gentyl's Guards, raised an eyebrow at Rhumple as Gentyl signed the paper.

"Very well," said Rumple after she handed the paper back. "Well, Your problem is this. You think you're happy, but really you are not. You need to really try to focus and get in touch with your inner misery. Just remember that everything is not going to be ok. And you'll be fine then."

Finnaeus flinched. "Sorry to hear that, Gentyl."

"And congratulations on receiving this excellent advice," Rhumple cired.

Gentyl was not nearly as exuberant as the gnome was. "So it's ok if I ignore your advice."

"Of course. I only give the insults/advice, it's up to you to better yourself or not."

Gentyl smiled. "OK, back to being happy."

Finnaeus stepped forward through the crowd. "How much is this advice?"

Gentyl looked at Finn and shook her head.

Rhumple barked his services again in a surprisingly loud yell. "For one copper I will decide what is wrong with you, and share it with brutal honesty. Ever wonder what's wrong with you? Rhumple Knows. For 1 copper at the auction house you can know too."

Finnaeus chuckled softly. "This should be good."

Rhumple accepted the coin Finnaeus extended. "You wish to know what your problem is Finnaeus?"

"Sure do."

Rhumple straightened a bit on his pumpkin perch drawing himself up to stem height. "Your problem is that you are too divided within yourself. Half of you wants to be a feral wolf monster and the other half wants to be refined as a human."

Gentyl saw the flash of the blade, but it was so swift it took her a moment to realize what was happening. The undead rogue Icharis had found them and was attacking Finn. The stunned crowd scattered out of the way while Finn and Gentyl focused on the rogue. Others came to their senses and helped bring Icharis down.

Rhumple looked down, completely calm and unconcerned. "Also, you're getting killed by a horde guy, that's never good, but now you know what's wrong with you. Congratulations!"

"Well, I guess I paid a copper for an assassination attempt," Finneaus said.

"Actually, I'm sure that that guy recognized you as the person who is improving himself by taking Rhumples cruel advice," replied Rhumple.

Finnaeus looked down at Icharis' corpse. "No refunds right?"

Rhumple moved on to his next victim and pointed at Parvington. "You wish to know what's wrong with you Parvington?"

Parvington nodded.

"Your posture says it all. You keep looking over your shoulders like someone is coming to kill you. No one is coming to kill you."

"You don't know that."

"Actually, I do know that," Rhumple huffed. "Only losers are attacked by hordies in the streets of Stormwind. And you know it now too. Congratulations. The rest of your life will be easier now."

A small female gnome jumped up and down. "He knows all! He's crazy tho."

Parvington sighed at Rhumple.

The female gnome started crying. "Why are you crying at me Liliaya?"

"Because you won't answer me!"

"You want to be insulted by the Great Rhumple?"

"Yes!"

"I'll need your one copper first."

She took a coin out of her pouch and handed it to Rhumple then sat looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

"Very well, here's your problem Liliaya... You put too much stock in what I think. I'm nothing special, only a genius with sharp insight and a biting whit that can bring kings to their knees. That's not so special."

Liliaya gasped at Rhumple and started crying again. "That's not true, you crazy gnome!"

"Now the rest of your life is going to be easy because you've been insulted by Rhumple."

"Well he did astutely point out that my biggest problem was an Undead Rogue trying to kill me," Finneaus said.

As if on queue, Icharis attacked again and was beaten by a mob after inflicting some severe damage.

Finnaeus frowns with disappointment at Icharis' body. "Rhumple...you didn't pay this corpse to attack your patrons did you?"

The gnome snorted. "My sharp tongue does all the cutting I need."

Just because I like a fun fight, prepare your best warriors at Ironforge at dusk. My claws are sharpened and I thirst for blood. Do not waste your time attacking my fellow combatants, as I personally guarantee you a swift death if you leave me unattended. I've enjoyed our fights previously, but tonight is different. Tonight, I show you the true power of the Horde. See you at Ironforge. Then again, you wouldnt trust a Troll to tell you our battle strategy, would you?

Gentyl walked up to the crowd and peered through the people to see what they were looking at. It was hard when you're short, but a captain of the guard pushed through and she caught a glimpse. A dead soldier in a pool of blood.

"What the fel!" the captain cried. "Someone ate his liver?"

Gentyl backed away and covered her face to muffle the stench of the stink bombs. It could be Wellian, but he had been confining his cannibalistic tendencies to bandits. Still, id someone from LO told him it was all right to eat guards he might expand his menu. Still, between the bombs and the missing liver, she had an idea the Maggot Lord was behind this one.

Action report 10-28

Shortly before midnight, 23:37 10-27, the alarms sounded in Goldshire. Devaneaux, Taelanas and Gentyl responded and found blood elf warrior Zeruel of Defiled Legacy there with an undead priest named Spazzer of Circle of Chaos. Devaneaux was knocked out of the fight early and did not return. (He disconected.) Gentyl and Taelanas continued the battle until both were called away. (Taelanas had inspection in the morning and had to clean his quarters.)

Gentyl called for help to put the pair down and Sigvar and Lahkin answered. Lahkin had been restricted to base on double duty. Sigvar and Lahkin continued the battle until a truce was called since it seemed there would be no resolution.

Cessation of hostilities at 02:18 10-28.

Recommend adding Spazzer to wanted list and keeping Zeruel on it. Also recommend taking Lahkin off punishment list for actions performed.

((That was some seriously good pvp action. Thanks to everyone.))

((Hope everyone is rdy tonight Gentyl))

((Hmm me too. I haven't have much response.))

The sun gleamed off the magnifying lens clipped over Galahn's goggles as he peered into Hammerfall from the cliffs at the North. The Troll he'd been watching finally retired his Horde colors, and went into a building.

The lens detached itself and clicked out of the way, accompanied by a sigh. The Professor looks up to the sky and waves toward the clouds, signalling a natural ally, and watched.

A glowing, translucent shape wafted down from the clouds; tiny at first, but growing with proximity, until the spirit owl hovered at arm's reach to the Dwarf.

"Wundchen, ah've got ah message ta be delivered ta tha AAMS. Ye kin jess drop it off with tha offices on tha Isle o' Darrow. 'Ere ya go."

He handed a leather scroll case over to one of the owl's glowing, taloned claws, which snatched the straps attached to it. Then, with a pat to the head, the flighty spirit leapt through the air with a screech.

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Doctor Whistlespark,

I would first like to greet you on my return from Outland. Harrowing story, I will have to relate it to you some time.

Anyway, upon my return, I am seeing a distressing amount of Horde incursions. I arrived in time to the Hinterlands to track a Troll after he confronted, and, allegedly, killed a number of Wildhammer Dwarves to Hammerfall. He retired soon thereafter.

In addition, however, I have been back to the digs out in Kalimdor, and the aggressive nature of the Horde over there concerns me greatly. Before and after that Pia Presidium business in Ashenvale, I've been hearing about and investigating incursions and violence on several Elven enclaves, especially in the region of the Stonetalon Mountains. They even hit the Explorer's League base there!

Please, if you would, try to get in contact with guardians of the Elven realms, possibly the Fellowship of Teldrassil, and inform them of this unfortunate circumstance. If things go on too much longer, the region may erupt into uncontrollable violence (especially after that flying bomb incident with the Horde).

In Friendship,

Proff. Galahn Tinhelm,
Grand Master of the Phlogiston Brotherhood

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((Finti was the one actively harassing Aerie Peak. It seems that he left after the flightmaster killed him. I managed to trail him back to Hammerfall without him noticing, where he hid in the walls until his flag subsided. It was intriguing.))

Gentyl leaned over the table looking at the maps. "I can't imagine him being in these tiny camps. Are you sure the information is correct?"

The scout sat on the edge of the table, one long leg braced against the floor and the other swinging slightly as if he were discussing the best place to fish. Their fishing trips so far had yielded nothing. Meshqa was still free and they weren't one bit closer to capturing or killing him.

"I bring you the information as I get it. I If I were positive about the turn of a card, I'd be a gambler, which, by the way is where we got this information. One of his men was grumbling about having to leave town to escort him. The goblin is looking at some artifacts and wants to deal discretely."

Gentyl speared a lemon from a bowl with her dagger and sliced it into four precise wedges, then squeezed a quarter into her tea. "Well, at least it's not women."

"He actually prefers to buy women in Orgrimmar," the scout said. "Unless it's a special case like your girl. Too many opportunities to damage the goods when they travel."

The lemon rind bang against the bucket Gentyl threw it in. "Yes, it would be horrible for his goods to be damaged." She slid the pouch with gold across the table. "Thank you, B. Stay safe."

He picked up the pouch and stuck it inside his shirt without counting the coins. "Safe as a babe in his mama's arms." He laughed and winked, then sauntered out the door.

Gentyl waited until the door closed behind him and then sat down and looked around at her war council. "Thoughts?"

"If we ride hard we may be able to catch him quickly, before he has a chance to melt away," Taelanas said.

Razil studied the maps. "Move this way to cut him off." He motioned with his hand across the map.

"I agree," said Taelanas. "If we wait for him at the end of the route, he can escape too easily. Cut him off from his escape route."

Gentyl sipped the tea. The longer they were out, the more chance someone would notice them. Not only Meshqa's men, but any horde who might be defending the settlements. However, that gave them four point to search instead of one. She wanted that goblin dead.

"Do it. Send out word to our friends we'll need help."

The small army congregated at Darnassus and rode to the first town on the route. If all went well, they would find the goblin and put an end to him. If not. Well, there were four more settlements he might be. They would search them all.

They hit the Lumber Camp first. The defenders put up a valiant struggle, but in the end every hut was searched thoroughly by at least two teams. Meshqa had been there, but he was away before they had hit.

Cray pointed to the sky. "Two horde, Sepha."

She shaded her eyes with her hand and looked to where he was pointing. The scouts hovered in the air, watching and no doubt reporting the attack. "Drop them if they land, but I suspect they will wait for reinforcements."

The camp was in ruins when they left. It was not what she wanted, but there was no doubt in her mind it would rebuilt quickly. The horde were not going to let go of the valuable resources. If it had been up to Gentyl they would burn it and every other horde settlement in this area down to the ground every day until they no longer rebuilt.

"Splintertree?" asked Taelanas, as he sat astride the charger, looking down the road.

"Aye, tell everyone to stay together. If they bring reinforcements, they'll pick off stragglers."

"Move out," he shouted above the din. "Stay in formation."

A shadow, black and forbidding, floated over her. She took one last look over her shoulder and shuddered. The vultures were already circling for the feast. She knew the truth, though. The vultures would hop away at any movement.. A wounded man might save himself from them, but the other scavengers would not be so timid about claiming their dinner. In the brush beside the road a feral hog grunted in annoyance and squealed when the tangled roots caught him fast by the ankle. He pulled himself free and trotted eagerly toward the battle they'd just left. The hogs would descend on the wounded soon and make short work of them. She'd seen it before. She'd seen enough of it to lose any appetite for hog meat.

She stayed beside the road to make sure no stragglers stayed behind. A lone man would be a dead man.

The horde scouts hovered in the background. Trouble would be here soon enough. They had to move quickly if they were going to intercept Meshqa. She kicked Valor into a gallop as the last man rode past. Three hogs trotted past, eying her briefly, but more intent on the scent of blood than threatening a mounted rider.

"Get your wounded up," she whispered.

Rhudran dismounted cleanly, handing the gryphon's reins to the Gryphonmaster within the walls of Hearthglen.

It was a quiet, overcast day in Hearthglen, but Rhudran noticed movement on his way to the tower. He looked over and saw as the door to Sir Taelanas Forgewright opened.

Rhudran stopped and hailed the wounded knight and his daughter as they exited, and engaged them in brief conversation as he brushed some of the arcane scorch marks off his armor and donned his cleric robes.

He let them pass, and arrived shortly thereafter in the Tower to write his report.

Rhudran took a moment to collect his thoughts, then began to write.

"Action Report 12/21

Squire Rhudran was out in The Barrens when an alarm from Elven-held land in Feralas rang. Shortly before the third bell, he responded to investigate.

Before the second chime of the hour, a hostile Forsaken mage attempted to shoot him down near New Thalanaar on the border of Feralas and Thousand Needles. For his transgressions both against the Elves and the squire, the mage was subdued with lethal force.

A brief interview with surviving sentinels claim that the mage began his attack around 14:30 and was routed around 15:15.

The mage's description does not match any previously recorded when Rhudran consulted them. He was adorned in dark blues and purples, his face obscured by a hood of the same colors. His tabard was sable, with a pair of white eyes in place of a crest. Aggressive in demeanor with little interest in talking. Dangerous to the unwary traveler."

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((Sorry Yanosordrin, I didn't realize you were in RP/low iLevel gear. I mean to just warn you off, but you started attacking me...))

((Bah, I forgot I didn't finish the sweep reports. I'll add them out of order. thanks Rhudran for answering the the alarms and for the write up. Good work.))

Action Report 12/28, 23:20

A lone tauren shaman was seen attacking the guards of Astranaar, around 23:20. Belpha, seeing the alert in World Defense, called a few guards of the Presidium to action, and myself and Norallian responded. By the time we arrived the attacker, one Tinderthorn of <Esquire Trading Company>, had quit his attack and was in the process of retreat, westward. Casualties included 20 dead and wounded guards.

Belpha is to be commended for his promptness and attention to the defense of Astranaar, as I was distracted by the beauty of the woods and did not actually see the attacker with my own eyes. I will be more attentive in the future.

Signed,
Celandine Grayford, Squire

Action Report 1/1 08:30

Belpha was sitting contently in the Legerdemain Lounge, sipping on a cold glass of Dalaran Red and making small talk with the young night elf lass who was standing behind the bar. The Lounge was almost empty, Just Belpha and the bartender, and Belpha may have spied a drunken dwarf hiding in the back corner of the bar. It was at this moment that an alert went out, that Sentinel Hill was under attack. Belpha, saddened to leave his ever thrilling conversation, stood up from his seat and headed outside to his awaiting drake. Shortly thereafter, Belpha arrived at the scene. The attacker was a blood elf paladin who was, at the moment, locking weapons with Marshall Gryan Stoutmantle. Belpha lept to the Marshall's defense and engaged the paladin. Spells began to fly, and weapons started to flail, lighting Sentinel Hill up with stray spells and sparks from weapons clashing against one another. The battle began to ever so slightly towards the paladin's favor. The paladin eventually was able to corner Belpha at the top of the tower. It was here that Belpha was able to repel the paladin, and eventually in the course of the battle, Belpha knocked the blood elf off balance, and with a strong hit to the blood elf's sternum, the poor lad was sent tumbling off the edge. The Sentinel Hill Guardsmen were unable to locate a body, and all adventurers in the area are cautioned to be on the look out for this paladin.

((first post!, please let me know what you think...and sorry, i wrote this a little bit after the fact and forgot the Paladin's name))