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Lol yes, that is sad. Well i hope to RP again in the future ! Farewell amigo 
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Tol Barad: Operation- Lichbane
The Highlord Mograine sat hunched over a large slab of onyx worked stone that had been fashioned into an elaborate table top with deep runic carvings laced throughout it. His palms pressed down onto it as he read the parchment that lay unrolled before him. Standing just a few feet away there was a figure that cast a rather tall shadow for a humanoid creature of his build, a distant candle played with the cloaked man’s features. There came a concerned look that graced Mograine’s face after he finished reading the parchment, he went to speak but was interrupted by the figure stepping fully into the light “Highlord forgive me but… I understand your hesitation here as both factions are involved; however I can assure you that I have received word from both Commanders on site that their truce will hold.”
A moment paused in time for the two men, they had graced many fields together since freeing themselves from Arthas’s grasp… and Itheros was no stranger to the Highlord… Time and time again he had proven himself a solid Dread Commander among his brothers and sisters in arms. However this task was a unique one. Both the Horde and Alliance forces on Tol Barad had called for aid in dealing with a Lich who has massed and army in an attempt to free those held within Baradin Hold!... Something that simply couldn’t be allowed to happen for the cost of lives would be far too great if any one of the Great Three escaped.
Cold winds seem to come from nowhere as the two men stood for a long moment not saying a word, a distant candle flickered. Itheros wanted to plea further to his Highlord but he knew it was beyond him now, and any decision to mobilize the Blade would need to fall from Mograine’s lips. The Highlord stepped from behind the table moving over to the balcony high atop Acherus Hold, his gaze swept the land far below. With a lowered brow he turned back looking at Itheros, and with a single nod gave the order…… It need not be spoken….
[youtube] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBlaWzMiZYw [/youtube]
Itheros saluted sharply before whirling on his boot heels making for the port to the camp far below them. Several other Knights joined his stride as he made for the portal… They entered quickly and emerged even quicker. As they exited a ghoulish squire held up Blackheart’s frozen plate Warhelm. With grasping hands he gripped it tight before slowly slipping it over his dark face. After securing the deadlock bolts at his neckline he mounted his winged Undead Gryphon. His left hand jerked the reigns bringing it around as the other Knights mounted their beasts…. Moving with purpose Itheros steered the creature to the nearby cliff side overlooking the valley, stretched out before him in secure well-formed lines lay a full company retinue of Ebon Knights all heavily armored and mounted on their winged birds of death.
A figure approached from the several Knights behind Itheros, he spoke softly yet his voice held weight being that of Jidaeo Novalight “They’re waiting Commander.” He said… and with that Itheros loosed one of his rune blades holding it skyward and over the gathered company beneath them in the valley. There came a deafening roar of eagerness that shook the valley floor as their own birds stomped about, Itheros spoke and the crowd fell silent “Knights of Acherus!... There is work to be done!...Far to the west lay the Island of Tol Barad where as word has it, a Lich has amassed a sizable army to lay siege to Baradin Hold… an ancient prison that houses many horrors…”
Jidaeo watched Itheros speak as he reined his bird back to stand near the half giant Ydir who stood arms crossed watching the events unfold.
A sharp jab to the west from Ith’s rune blade rose the crowd again as they began swaying about at their Commander’s call, “Brothers! Sisters!... Your Highlord has ordered this Lich to burn in the fires of Retribution!” His black lips curled in anger revealing his fangs, “THEY WISH TO UNLEASH HELL!... I SAY!... THIS LICH DOESN’T KNOW HELL!” The crowd surged forward as Itheros rose his voice, “I AM THE KNIGHT OF DEATH UPON MY MIGHTY STEED… BROTHERS, SISTERS!... YOU ARE THAT HELL…. COME NOW AND FOLLOW WITH… ME!” Itheros lowered his blade and jerked the reins on his Gryphon causing it to explode into the air racing for the Western coast of the Eastern Kingdoms…The entire Company burst forth from the valley like a murder of crow’s armor clad in black steels and armed with saronite rune weapons…. The Knights of Acherus Hold march on Tol Barad!
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The Highlord Mograine sat hunched over a large slab of onyx worked stone that had been fashioned into an elaborate table top with deep runic carvings laced throughout it. His palms pressed down onto it as he read the parchment that lay unrolled before him. Standing just a few feet away there was a figure that cast a rather tall shadow for a humanoid creature of his build, a distant candle played with the cloaked man’s features. There came a concerned look that graced Mograine’s face after he finished reading the parchment, he went to speak but was interrupted by the figure stepping fully into the light “Highlord forgive me but… I understand your hesitation here as both factions are involved; however I can assure you that I have received word from both Commanders on site that their truce will hold.”
A moment paused in time for the two men, they had graced many fields together since freeing themselves from Arthas’s grasp… and Itheros was no stranger to the Highlord… Time and time again he had proven himself a solid Dread Commander among his brothers and sisters in arms. However this task was a unique one. Both the Horde and Alliance forces on Tol Barad had called for aid in dealing with a Lich who has massed and army in an attempt to free those held within Baradin Hold!... Something that simply couldn’t be allowed to happen for the cost of lives would be far too great if any one of the Great Three escaped.
Cold winds seem to come from nowhere as the two men stood for a long moment not saying a word, a distant candle flickered. Itheros wanted to plea further to his Highlord but he knew it was beyond him now, and any decision to mobilize the Blade would need to fall from Mograine’s lips. The Highlord stepped from behind the table moving over to the balcony high atop Acherus Hold, his gaze swept the land far below. With a lowered brow he turned back looking at Itheros, and with a single nod gave the order…… It need not be spoken….
[youtube] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBlaWzMiZYw [/youtube]
Itheros saluted sharply before whirling on his boot heels making for the port to the camp far below them. Several other Knights joined his stride as he made for the portal… They entered quickly and emerged even quicker. As they exited a ghoulish squire held up Blackheart’s frozen plate Warhelm. With grasping hands he gripped it tight before slowly slipping it over his dark face. After securing the deadlock bolts at his neckline he mounted his winged Undead Gryphon. His left hand jerked the reigns bringing it around as the other Knights mounted their beasts…. Moving with purpose Itheros steered the creature to the nearby cliff side overlooking the valley, stretched out before him in secure well-formed lines lay a full company retinue of Ebon Knights all heavily armored and mounted on their winged birds of death.
A figure approached from the several Knights behind Itheros, he spoke softly yet his voice held weight being that of Jidaeo Novalight “They’re waiting Commander.” He said… and with that Itheros loosed one of his rune blades holding it skyward and over the gathered company beneath them in the valley. There came a deafening roar of eagerness that shook the valley floor as their own birds stomped about, Itheros spoke and the crowd fell silent “Knights of Acherus!... There is work to be done!...Far to the west lay the Island of Tol Barad where as word has it, a Lich has amassed a sizable army to lay siege to Baradin Hold… an ancient prison that houses many horrors…”
Jidaeo watched Itheros speak as he reined his bird back to stand near the half giant Ydir who stood arms crossed watching the events unfold.
A sharp jab to the west from Ith’s rune blade rose the crowd again as they began swaying about at their Commander’s call, “Brothers! Sisters!... Your Highlord has ordered this Lich to burn in the fires of Retribution!” His black lips curled in anger revealing his fangs, “THEY WISH TO UNLEASH HELL!... I SAY!... THIS LICH DOESN’T KNOW HELL!” The crowd surged forward as Itheros rose his voice, “I AM THE KNIGHT OF DEATH UPON MY MIGHTY STEED… BROTHERS, SISTERS!... YOU ARE THAT HELL…. COME NOW AND FOLLOW WITH… ME!” Itheros lowered his blade and jerked the reins on his Gryphon causing it to explode into the air racing for the Western coast of the Eastern Kingdoms…The entire Company burst forth from the valley like a murder of crow’s armor clad in black steels and armed with saronite rune weapons…. The Knights of Acherus Hold march on Tol Barad!
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The order was given! All Death Knights following Itheros "The Butcher" Blackheart in his Company and any new Recruits are to report to Tol Barad for duty!!!
Below is the following station where the Ebon Blade base camp will be established.
Location: [Wellson Shipyard]
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