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((So, I was cleaning out my Documents folder, and I came across an RP from long long ago. From way back in Vanilla when 100 or so of us, led by Mirkinesh, made the first true Horde offensive against the Alliance; specifically against Darnassus.

Read, enjoy, and maybe take a trip down memory lane. Maybe share some of your own "war stories."))

The moon sat brightly over the endless plains of The Barrens. Just hours ago, battle had raged across the lands of the Alliance as Horde Insurgents continuously harrassed the many towns and villages the Alliance held through out the world. Shortly after that, a large force had invaded Darnassus, the Elven capital. The battle there raged for what seemed like forever, until the call to retreat finally went out.

Eslyn had been apart of both attacks; with him, the Troll Rogue Wayticus, the Tauren Druid Hona, their Leader Forsaken Warrior Oz (Damn, can't remember how to spell his full name), and his friend, the Tauren Warrior Kickfeather. It was strange that Kick was attending, let alone the fact that they ended up in the same fist. That made him feel abit better about the whole thing; both the fact that he had fought along side her before, and he could personally ensure her safety in the fights to come. He was nervous, unsure that he could do the task at hand. But, Mirkinesh and Kickfeather's words renewed his faith enough that he wouldn't back down, even if it were suicide.

Their fist was charged with making a secondary strike at Stone Talon Peak, after the first party had left. Sadly, he hadn't had the flight path to Sun Rock, so he had to spirit himself there by foot. Thankfully, Eslyn had made it in time to actually accomplish something. The skirmish went well, considering the objective. Twice they had pinged the alarm before it the call to hearth out of there was sent. Upon returning to Splintertree, his fist made the quick flight to Zoram, and then the run to Auberdine.

Upon boarding the boat to Darnassus, he lost track of kick, and the rest of his fist as well. But with over one hundred Horde present, it was kind of hard to keep track of everything, except the continuous push forward. He survived the assault, somehow, long enough to escape when the call was made. Just before another Alliance sword cut his flesh, he used the hearthstone once more, and again returned to Splintertree. But was it over? Oh no, the Crossroads was being slaughtered, and all available arms were needed to thwart the attack. And so Eslyn made the quick flight there. Again he brought his axe to bear against the Alliance, until they were pushed back.

In the confusion of the Darnassus retreat, and the Crossroads defense, he had lost track of his fist entirely. When it suddenly hit him, he could think of only one person: Kickfeather. Where was she? Was she alive? Did she even make it out of Darnassus? He'd sworn to keep his safe, and now he didn't even know where she was! He called out to her, and after a few moments, she finally responded.

Thank the Earth Mother.

Moments later the two were standing outside of the Crossroads, staring at the sun rising just over the rolling plains ahead.

Eslyn: "I'm glad you're safe Kick."

She laughed at him, and roared liked usually.

Kickfeather: "Did you expect any less?"

Eslyn laughed lightly. Infact, he had expected the worst possible outcome: She'd be laying dead in the middle of Darnassus, her body torn to pieces by vengeful elves. Hell, he'd even thought they might eat her corpse in some kind of sick Alliance ritual; but he wasn't too sure if they did those kind of things.

Eslyn: "Well I.. just don't know... if you'd been lost..."

His eyes sunk to the dust ground below.

Kickfeather: "Eslyn... you never finish your sentences!"

Eslyn: "Don't I?"

Kickfeather: "Nope! You know, if you have something to say, it's best just to say it! Otherwise it eats away at you."

Eslyn: "Yeah, you're right... I just... I'm glad you're safe."

Kickfeather shook her head and laughed lightly, looking out over the plains.

Eslyn: "You know... this means all out war, right? I mean... it's no longer this hush-hush thing anymore."

Kickfeather: "Hush hush? It hasn't been hush hush for a long time!"

Eslyn: "Yeah, I know... but I mean... well... we're not just simple Hunters anymore; simple millitia that rise up to defend our homes. We're soldiers now. Soldiers of the Horde."

Kickfeather: "That suits me just fine! I'm a warrior of my people, you know!"

Eslyn: "Yeah... well... it may suit you... you're a strong, powerful warrior. Fighting is what you do best! But me..? I'm just a mere Shaman, a keeper of the faith and nothing more. I have no power, no strength to call upon."

Kickfeather: "Mere Shaman?! MERE SHAMAN?! My father was no mere Shaman! Neither is my sister! Both are great and mighty warriors of the Tauren! Shamans are not mere! You control the spirits! You hear the EarthMother! Mere Shaman?! Ha!"

-- Continued from post 1

Eslyn: "Heh... must be nice having such role models... I never had such things. Hell, the only reason I'm even a Shaman is because I learned to hear and speak with the spirits during my enslavement by the Centaur."

Kickfeather: "Enslavement? By the Centaur?"

Eslyn: "Aye... when I was very young. I don't know what even happened to my parents. The could even still be alive for all I know..."

Eslyn sighed heavily.

Kickfeather: "Ah... out of one war, and into another."

Eslyn: "Yeah..."

The two young Tauren stood silently for a few moments, simply staring out into the morning sunrise. A lot was on Eslyn's mind, and probably on Kick's too; but he couldn't be sure. What was going to happen now? Before, it had been simple attacks against them; which the defenders would quickly show their might and beat back the attackers. But now it was different. The bloodshed on both sides would rise, rapidly, and there was nothing he could do to change that. They'd be sent out not only to defend the lands of the Horde, but to destroy the lands of the Alliance. And what then? What if they lost? What would happen? Both he and Kick had been lucky to survive this time; but what about next time? What if he didn't come back? Or worse! What if Kick fell, and he lived? What would he do then? And what of Karingar? Would he take part in the conflict? It had been days since they'd last met; was Kar even alive?

So many unanswered questions raced through his mind; until the silence was broken by a yawn.

Eslyn: "Tired?"

Kickfeather: "Yes... my clothes aren't the only thing that keep me beautiful, you know! I need my sleep too."

Eslyn laughed at that. Kick could always put a smile on his face, even in the worst of time.

Kickfeather: "I'm going to rest now. Go with the Earthmother, and the spirits, brother Eslyn."

Eslyn: "And you too, sister. Rest well."

Kick lingered for a moment longer, before turning and running to the inn to sleep. Eslyn remained, however; simply looking out to the rising sun. It was a new day, and a new time for the land. The banners of war had been raised, and this dawn symbolized the rising of a new era.

Then the alarms at Orgrimmar sounded, and all were called to the duty of defense. Eslyn began his way to the Windrider.

Such was the duty of a Soldier.

*giggles* That was fun times, Bro! And thank the Earthmother, these days you finish your sentences!