• "For Fates Hand"

    Magic missles streaking from all sides of the battlefeild and in the distance a member of my squad has taking posession of the oposites banner. Flailing in the breeze as it takes damage from blades of the howling wind. A stampede of glimmering weapons of grand praportions bleeding towards us is seen, yet we are not afraid. Equipped with honor and an iron will to carry out our plans of extermination. Suns blistering rays reflect off our armors into the enemies eyes blinding them with what looks like the army's aoura dancing as we dash towards respawning numbers of The Horde. Mighty and skilled with secrets of combat they were, our bodies clashing with their blades as theirs to ours. Our numbers decreasing and the their flag falling from our almost triumphant hero. Set in their base yet again I take an alternate route, my backup of three while the rest heads head on to their keep. I ride to the eastern side of they're fortress, dismount as my group causes a distraction. Mongrello. Gnome Warrior. Level 41. Odds against me for my stature, yet just getting word that the flag room has been cleared. taking the ramp into the room full of soul detached bodies. I make my move and grab said flag. The message sent that it's been stolen is announced. Everyone in the middle of battle strewn across the land. Taking the same eastern path as I wave their banner as a reminder who won this war. The score is two to zero. In favor of us, I re-mount and ride towards our nest and am hit from behind. Orc hunter, ranged his attack my health depleating fast. Enraged I deploy beserker stance and shake off the slown effects. entering our nest he's still behind me. Pet answers his call and I begin to be gnawed upon. I reach the end of the tunnel still holding true, he follows me in- it could be the end. "NOW!!!" five of my crew jump from the roof and crush him, he's about to rez but, not before all achieving "Make love, not warcraft" -FLAG INSERTED- 3-0.
    ALLIANCE WINS!!!