Well written tale of battlegrounds by my good buddy Vitamin W of Swan actually not sucking the battlegrounds (As she only does when he runs her). Enjoy the show!
TAG: not porn but funny
Swan buried her dagger deep in the last orc’s back, then grabbed the hilt and kicked him forward off of it, dead, then instinctively faded
into the shadows. There. Now their convoy could carry the Horde flag safely into the tunnel and win these stupid little wargames their
Warchief had set up in lieu of a REAL battle, and she could.… wait.
Looking across the Gulch, she saw some blond, blood elf trollop hunter dashing with their own blue flag. She jumped and did a little
pirouette as she ran into their own tunnel, completely unopposed by any of the mercenaries the Grand Alliance had hired to fight this
little proxy war. The pay was ok for someone in between jobs like she was, but it didn’t
exactly lure the most élite freelance talent in the land.
“Come on guys! I can’t be everywhere!” she yelled, not taking into
account that she was now an invisible, disembodied voice coming from
a low laurelthorn bush. “Let’s go kill that elf and get the flag
back.” She put two fingers to her lips and gave a shrill whistle. Her
faithful wintersaber proved that occasionally a cat actually will
come when called, deftly swung a leg over and was riding full speed
towards the makeshift orcish lumber mill/fortress thing.
To her amazement, a handful of mercenaries actually followed her
rather than running around lost, as was the tendency for the “talent“
hired into these battles. She had been assigned to a platoon of
mercenaries who, like herself, weren’t quite ready to make the trip to
Outlands. Still, it wasn’t her fault she hadn’t gotten around to the
military training like daggerplay and dodging and flying. There were
just so many pretty side quests to try out on the way… some of them
sin’dorei…
She looked over her shoulder and saw a rugged my not entirely
unhandsome night elf warrior on another saber, and a scrappy dwarvish
hunter on one of those goat things. Since she had ridden off first,
they appeared to think she was the leader or something. She blushed
at that thought. I just want to stab people and get paid! she
thought. But apparently the diplomats arguing the Ashenvale issue got
more favorable terms in the ongoing lumber negotiations if their side
won more in these war games. something about the same battle savvy
applying to a real war should one break out, while sparing both sides
the actual soldiers for an Alterac-sized conflict while Northrend
loomed large. The bottom line was they all got better benefits if
they won. They’d win more if someone would lead, or at least fake it
a little bit.
“So, uh, we go in as a team, find that elf wench, and kill her together.”
“Yup.”
“Right.”
So far so good.
They dismounted and ran into the center of the enemy courtyard. Nothing.
Where?! They had to be around somewhere.
Swan scanned the area with keen elvish eyes and saw a flutter of movement. “The roof! They’re on the roof!”
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