06-13-2012, 01:23 PM
A bit of a preface, this serial takes place during the second war, after the Elven defense of Quel'Thalas as the elves are mobilizing to aid Lordaeron.
It follows a few warbands of Farstriders as they vanguard the elven offensive.
It follows a few warbands of Farstriders as they vanguard the elven offensive.
"What are we waiting for?"
Liridon's nose twitched at her voice. His head turned just slightly, unwilling to fully break his view of the treeline ahead of him. His lips soured slightly as he turned back to the treeline. His hands drew a looking glass from his belt, the larger lens wrapped in cloth, only a small strip in the middle left uncovered.
"Liridon," her voice intoned once again, "What are we waiting for?"
His left hand held the looking glass to his matching eye, the fingers lifting as a signal for her to hush as the glass was cradled by his thumb. Closing his right eye, he searched the opposing tree line. His tongue poked forth, wetting his lips.
"Liridon!" her patience was wearing thin, "I asked you-"
"Shut the fel up." his voice interrupted, low, but carrying a great threat, "We're waiting for the damned team we sent forward an hour ago." he tongued his lips again, teeth coming to rest on the lower. He quickly closed the looking glass, tucking it back into his belt. He turned towards her with a grin.
Her arms crossed against her chest, pressing her back to a tree. Her head rolled against the tree briefly, hands pressed to her eyes. After a sigh and sip from her waterskin, she looked to Liridon. She was not pleased by his grin. "What's tickling your chin now, Duskrunner?"
"They're almost back, Zulu." he chuckled, pressing himself to a tree and sliding down against it. "If their report is clear, we move up." he took a short breath through his nose, looking over his shoulder around the tree, following the team as they sprinted across the short clearing. He offered a quick birdcall and waved his bare hand to reveal their position.
"Zulu, get up. Watch their crossing." he twisted around the tree, pulling the bow from his back and knocking an arrow as he landed on his left knee in one smooth motion. Zulu mirrored his motion, sliding on her knee to a tree nearby.
The recon team charged up the small hill to Duskrunner and Zulu. As the three man team passed between the two lookouts, Zulu eased her arrow forward, grinning. She turned towards the three men, arms wide. Duskrunner bit on his lower lip once again, giving the opposite treeline a final hawking glance. He snapped his arrow into the ground, pressing to the hidden side of the tree again.
"What's the word, guys? Any signs of enemy movement?" Liridon eagerly anticipated their answer. The three men looked at one another as Liridon reached forward and drew a small pack of dried meat from his bag.
"Not specifically, no sir." the elf nicknamed Reporter was the one who spoke, Liridon pointed a fillet of dried meat at the man before biting a bit of it off.
"Was there any non-specific sign of the enemy?" Liridon questioned as he chewed, chuckling as Reporter rolled his eyes. The two men with Reporter shared in the laugh, Zulu offering only a smile. "Alright, we're moving up. We've got orders from Chaos and Disorder, however, to hold at the next clearing."
Liridon snorted, he wasn't used to having Silvermoon stick their hands into his operations. The names Chaos and Disorder represented the leadership controlling this push, so chosen because, traditionally, the more Silvermoon attempted to control the Farstriders the more dangerous the operation became.
"Even though we're acting as the tip of the spear on this one they don't want us moving too far ahead and getting cut off. We'll be moving forward in bounding movements. We'll take some ground, hold for resupply, then take some more. Less than favorable." the three men, Reporter, Doc and Renegade groaned, moving to sit next to Zulu. Liridon stood, frowning against the setting sun. "If you say it's clear, we'll move tonight."