The Immortals
Mythoren looked across the tent from where he stood, as the Immortals followed in behind his Tribune, Frost. A a quick smile lit his face. You could not ask for better officers. They exemplified everything one would expect in such a position, all Honorable and Valiant in their cause. They were more than just officers in a war though, they were his dearest friends. These seven brave men and women had answered the call to come to Azeroth’s aid time and time again. Faction wars, an Undead Incursion, attempted Annihilation from both the Void and Burning Legion, as well as Deathwing’s pursuit to destroy our very world; those moments had only steeled the Immortals’ resolve. Guilt tugged at his heart. Now he was asking his friends to risk it all once again. Mythoren knew the Immortals would, without hesitation, continue to answer the call as the Azeroth’s last hope, as they lead their armies into the very face of Doom.
Each Immortal’s Bio contains an excerpt from the Story, “Saving Azeroth”.
Yosephine
As the Immortals stood to leave, Mythoren beckoned Yosephine, “May I have a moment of your time?” The Draenei nodded and then signaled for Archnatum to go on without her. The tiny Gnome replied to both her and the Ranger General, “I’ll go and prepare the Knights.” With a wink of his eye and an exaggerated bow he was on his way. The two alone, Yosephine looked at Mythoren. “Something is troubling you, what is it?” The Night Elf motioned for the Paladin to accompany him at the war table, which contained a map of the valley.
“Yosephine my friend, your wisdom has been invaluable through the years. You are a calming voice and a brilliant strategist. There is something that hasn’t sat right with me. A feeling that I cannot shake.” As the Draenei poured over the map, Mythoren continued. “Reports have come to us that invading forces continue to appear seemingly out of nowhere. We know that the Portal here is where they originate, but how are they crossing vast areas unnoticed? This is where you come in.” Yosephine looked up to her leader, unsure of what the Ranger General meant. As if reading her thoughts, he explained. “You and Archnatum are Not on a mission to seek aid. Rather I am sending you on a much more urgent matter.” Pointing to the area of the map in-between the Ogre infested fort and the Demonic portal. “Here, this is your true destination…”
Faction: Alliance
Race: Draenei
Class: Paladin
Main Spec: Holy
Secondary Spec: N/A
Professions: N/A
Preference: Mythic +/ Raiding
Vankar
Just within the edge of trees lining the road, Mythoren remained in the shadows, observing his army march by, led by each unit’s officers. Seeing an old friend, Mythoren let out a whistle of a bird native to the planet Draenor, Vankar turned his head immediately. Grinning, the Draenei ventured to meet the stoic Night Elf. “Mythoren.” holding out his hand and clasping the Ranger General’s in greeting, “Hiding in the woods are we?” Mythoren did not take his gaze off his soldiers as he replied, “Needed to collect my thoughts.” Vankar looked at his friend and nodded with an unspoken understanding. “The scouting mission was not what you hoped for.” The Night Elf gestured to his mighty Vanguard. “I fear we may not have enough. Their bravery is inspiring and every one of them is worth 20 of their foes, but Vankar, the Portal spews out an endless sea.”
Vankar rested a hand on his dear friends shoulder. “Over the years, we have seen much, and we have fought in the most dire of circumstances. This is our calling, to defend Azeroth and preserve its inhabitants freedom.” Mythoren looked at him and replied. “I simply do not want to see any of our men’s lives lost” Vankar chuckled “Fear not brother, the Light is on our side.” Hefting his giant mace, the Paladin ventured back to the line of brave men and women marching ahead. Mythoren followed, but as he did, strategies for the following day’s campaign flooded his mind
Faction: Alliance
Race: Draenei
Class: Paladin
Main Spec: Holy
Secondary Spec: Retribution & Protection
Professions: Jewelcrafting & Mining
Preference: Mythic + / Raids
Hrothgar
As Mythoren marched with his army towards the enemy force’s location, a thick Dwarven accent brought his attention back to the present. “Laddie may I have a word?” Why the Dark-Iron always called him that was probably more a force of habit than anything, for Mythoren was much older. “Yes Hrothgar, what is it.” The words had barely escaped his lips, when the Paladin began to rattle on about the Dwarven Tribune- Frost. “I dunno why ye made Chilly, over here, the Tribune. For One, I defeated the Lich King, and Two,” pausing with a grin on his face, “I dinna ah die doing it.” Mythoren looked at him puzzled, which caused Hrothgar to sigh. Pointing at Frost. who was not far from the conversation, Hrothgar flatly replied-“Death Knight. Failed at both those things.”
The usually stoic Night Elf stifled a laugh, as Frost barked for the officer to fall back and see to his troops. The differing Dwarven races had not too long ago been bitter enemies. However, the call to protect Azeroth had forged an unlikely alliance between these two. As Mythoren watched his officer return to his soldiers, he knew Hrothgar would be instrumental in the war to come. Though often unserious, you could not find a more skilled Paladin to lead the Berserkers. Ever-willing to charge headfirst into combat, Hrothgar had shown his mettle time and time again. Many of his the elite soldiers owed their lives to the Dark Iron, who had acted as their shield through countless battles. Now they would look to him once again as they prepared to retake the fallen fort up ahead.
*The Footmen’s passage is next.*
Faction: Alliance
Race: Dark Iron Dwarf
Class: Paladin
Main Spec: Protection
Secondary Spec: N/A
Professions: N/A
Preference: PvP
Aliraele
A mere hour earlier she had said her goodbyes to her fellow Immortals and saw them lead the Vanguard and Berserkers on their dangerous campaigns. As she looked to the Ranger General, she had to know the true reason for her assignment. “Mythoren?” The Night Elf paused mounting his horse. Having his attention, she continued. “I am willing to watch these dear people, but something weighs on my heart. Is the reasoning for my assignment due to a lack of faith in my abilities?” Mythoren’s eyes softened as he shook his head in the contrary.
Now as cries of battle surrounded her, broken bodies littering the field before her, she remembered Mythoren speaking in a calming voice. “This camp is full of innocent lives we vowed to protect. I fear that they will be ambushed when our main forces leave. Your abilities both as a Mage and leading these Footmen are why I leave you with no other officers. .”
A demonic pulse of energy hitting a nearby tree, brought the mage back to the present. behind her, she knew women and children hid, hoping that her brave Footmen could hold off the attackers. Her soldiers were facing extermination. Their line being eradicated by the Demon surge. She must act or lives dependent on her would cease to exist. The night elf’s eyes glowed white as she began muttering an incantation. A dozen mirror images of herself popped up all around her. Each mimicking the spell she was preparing to unleash towards the enemy lines.
*The Berserker’s passage is next.*
Faction: Alliance
Race: Night Elf
Class: Mage
Main Spec: Frost
Secondary Spec: N/A
Professions: Herbalism & Tailoring
Preference: Casual Play
Calypsso
The clang of swords banging on shields reverberated through the air. Calypso strode in front of the men and women of the Vanguard, inspecting their ranks. Every one of them knew their responsibility, they must engage with the hostile Doom Guard and Shivarra surrounding the Demonic portal and mask the true intent of Freedom of Azeroth. Their Ranger General hoped to sabotage the portal. “Vanguard, you have seen the destruction those vile beasts have done to this land. The innocent lives they have taken. It is time for this to end!” Pointing to the enemy, the Demon Hunter screamed aloud, “CHAAARGE!” Leading the way, razor-sharp War Glaives in each hand, the Night Elf lead the Vanguard into the jaws of hell.
Calypso lept into the air and crashed down behind the demonic front lines. Whirling her Glaives, several Demons fell to her superior swordsmanship. Her once pristine blades soon were coated with green Fel blood. Glancing back, she saw the Vanguard pressing the attack, their own swords hewing down the enemy with swift precision. Suddenly a Shivarra, with her four arms each welding a Scimitar, lunged toward the Demon Hunter. Blades clanged and sparked as the two fought fiercely. The Night Elf’s reflexes were the only thing that saved her from several deadly thrusts and swings at her body and neck. A Scimitar sliced through the air just as the Demon Hunter was able to lift her own double-blade and parry the attack. Instinctively, she swung the other War Glaive around and beheaded the Shivarra. As the body fell to the ground, she looked back and signaled for her Vanguard to follow.
Faction: Alliance
Race: Night Elf
Class: Demon Hunter
Main Spec: Vengeance
Secondary Spec: N/A
Professions: N/A
Preference: Mythic + / Raids
Kerovitar
Circling overhead, the Dracthyr drew in a deep breath and let loose a column of flame upon the Demons’ front lines. After making several more passes, he propelled himself towards the earth. Landing beside his Captain, Kerovitar drew breath and began to shoot columns of flame as the Paladin beside him hurled his mighty mace. Both men unleashed fury, making all who approached pay dearly for such foolishness. Enemies scattered the battle field near Hrothgar, while heaps of ash were all that remained near where the Evoker fought. A Doom Guard’s sudden swing of a sword caused Kerovitar to leap into the air. After melting the Demon, he surveyed the destruction and then looked ahead. His eyes grew wide as he took in the oncoming forces numbers. There had to be at least a thousand! The Dracthyr quickly descended towards his leader. “Hrothgar!” he yelled. “We can not hold them off much longer. There are enough to overwhelm all who fight in the fort.”
Hrothgar looked up as he crushed a demon’s skull and then looked back at what seemed an endless wave of foes. “Come here Laddie. Quickly!” as the Dracthyr approached, Hrothgar sent his hammer flying into a circular, defensive move. It smashing several Fel Guards who attempted an attack. Ripping his insignia off of his chest piece, he thrust it into Kerovitar’s hands. “Listen lad, you’ve got a good heart and are stronger then fifty men combined. It’s time for you to lead our men as I had. Now go! Tell ‘Chilly’ to get our men out of here!” Kerovitar shook his head in disbelief, “No, there has to be another way!” he said as he turned and scorched a group of invaders. “There isn’t lad. I’ll buy you time, now go!” Without another word, the Captain turned and rushed toward the Demons, hurling his hammer and slamming his shield into those closest. Kerovitar stumbled back and took to the skies, knowing he must find Frost as quick as possible. Looking back one last time, he saw Hrothgar fearlessly push forward. “Good bye my friend.” The Dracthyr whispered and he flew on.
Faction: Alliance
Race: Dracthyr
Class: Evoker
Main Spec: Devastation
Secondary Spec: N/A
Professions: N/A
Preference: Dungeon, Raid, some PvP
Archnatum
Read Knights before this passage.
Archnatum was by nature a jovial and carefree Gnome. At this moment however, feelings of levity were completely gone. The Berserkers, Frost and his friend Hrothgar’s lives were all in peril! Holding his reins tightly in one hand, while keeping his large hat from flying off his head with the other, he stood on the back of his mighty War Horse as it galloped on, Scanning the surrounding terrain for any signs of the fort, Archnatum suddenly heard the distinctive sound of Frost’s horn bellowing in the distance. The little Gnome realized that could only mean one thing, He and the pursuing knights led by Yosephine were too late!
Urging his Stallion forward at a furious gallop, minutes seemed like hours., Screaming for the mount to go faster, he knew that every moment wasted, more of his friends would fall. Cries of battle reached his ears as he topped a nearby mountain. In the valley below a savage battle ensued and Archnatum froze. In the distance he saw his Dark Iron friend alone facing the oncoming wave of Demonic forces alone!. The Paladin was surrounded yet continued to fight on.! As a colossal Fel-Reaver strode towards Hrothgar. Sadness overcame the little Mage for he knew he could not reach his friend in time.
Faction: Alliance
Race: Gnome
Class: Mage
Main Spec: Arcane
Secondary Spec:
Professions:
Preference:
Daelia
Daelia stood upon a cliff that oversaw the battle at hand. Two dozen spellcasters of various classes were under her command. Fellow Warlocks, Druids, Mages, and Shadow Priests all were represented in this attack. In hopes to weaken the Demonic surge, endless volleys of Fel, Nature, Arcane, and Void magic blasted their ranks. As the attack raged on, Daelia looked to the far end of the Demons’ Portal. Keeping a vigilant eye on her Ranger General as he carried out his mission. Her attention snapped back to the field, An enormous swarm of Fel Bats, One-eyed Dark Glares, and Winged Terror Guards flew from the Portal’s entrance.
“Look to the skies!’ she shouted to her magic users. Pointing at the horde of aerial attackers. “Do not let them reach the Vanguard below!” All forms of magic rained down upon their foes as they quickly closed in on the ground troops. Looking down to where Vankar and his fellow healers stood, she saw all manner of Demon encroach upon them. Calling to her fellow Warlocks, the Void Elf commanded for them to each summon their Infernals. Conjuring their mighty spell simultaneously, the sky soon filled with meteors hurdling towards the intruders. Those who were not eradicated from the implosion soon found themselves face-to-face with a half dozen angry Infernals.
