Xemanorth
Roleplayer
Answering the call to action sent out to the world by the elves of Quel'thalas, a group of adventurers, soldiers, mages, men and women of the faith and everything in between gathers at Sunsail Anchorage. Those native to the lands have been invited to the harbor to receive these new, strange guests by governmental decree and those arriving in the elven lands have chosen, or been chosen to aid in the restoration of Quel'thalas.
The reasons behind exactly why vary greatly from individual to individual, some selfish, others selfless, some political and others personal. Whatever the case may be you now find your ship docking after a lengthy journey out on sea. Among the arrivals is a gnome mage, a human huntress, a draenei priestess as well as a half-elven paladin. In addition, a draenei vindicator accompanies the priestess, her reasons for being here being to investigate the exact reasoning why the elves they had encountered on Outland had chosen to sabotage the interplanetary vessel of the draenei: The Exodar.
The others, arrive as a supplementary force of volunteers, primarily here to bolster the elves' numbers, as well as to assist them in gaining a proper foothold in their now ravaged lands. The group, or rather pair of locals that have been sent to the harbor to receive the volunteers is much humbler in terms of its numbers, consisting only of a single pair of elves, one of which was clearly a spellweaver of some ilk and the other a soldier, donned in the gold, silver and red tones now favored by his people.
Allowing the arriving group a graceful period of time to gather their wits as well as belongings before disembarking and gathering at the dock, the armored elven male finally speaks as the group forms together. "Greetings travelers and welcome to Quel'thalas. Land of the elves, and of eternal spring." The man spoke, motioning inland toward the lush forests, painted varying shades of reds and yellows by the light of the slowly setting sun. Despite the welcoming choice of words, the elf's tone fell dreadfully short of any kind of mirth or warmth, let alone amusement.
"You have gracefully chosen to answer the summons of my people, and for that, we thank you." The man said, bowing his head deep as he clasped his gauntleted hands together in front of him. "I am Captain Coltherian Dawnwatcher, captain of what, you may ask? Well this-" he paused mid-sentence, allowing his remaining eye to bounce between the individuals gathered, it was obvious the turn-up was less than he had expected, either in terms of number or apparent capability. "-- quaint band of adventurers. As you are here to lend your assistance in an official capacity, I have been appointed as your "leader", that is to say, I am responsible for your actions during your stay here." The elf explained, flipping open a leather satchel attached to his belt before reaching within, retrieving and presenting a golden brooch, holding it high above his head for all those gathered to see.
"You will be identified by the locals, as well as guards and other officials by this brooch." He announced, his free hand motioning to its elaborate craftsmanship. The golden brooch was in the shape of a phoenix, a symbol commonly used by the Sin'dorei and an exceptionally fitting one given the fact that the purpose of the group was to help in what was more or less the resurrection of an entire elven kingdom. "Please, do not lose it." The man said, his tone even more stern and unamused than it had been thus far, if that were even possible. He made his way around from person to person, handing each of them a brooch of their own, starting from left to right before returning his position by the elven caster that accompanied him, giving her one as well.
"You do not necessarily have to visibly wear it, but make sure it is with you at all times. Though the people, as well as the guard is aware of your arrival, we do not wish this invitation to be interpreted as an opportunity for the forces of the Horde or the Alliance to go about performing open espionage, as paradoxical as that may sound." He clasped his hands together once more, gauntlets audibly clanking against one another in a sharp clap as the man continued further yet. "Our first order of business is simple, to introduce ourselves to one another. So... have at it." He finally finished, wafting a plated hand in the direction of the center of the vague semi-circle the group had formed on the sunbathed docks of Sunsail Anchorage. "... Oh and feel free to ask any questions you may have after your introduction.".
( Sook , Noble Scion , DapperCat , Karcen , Qwarkl )
The reasons behind exactly why vary greatly from individual to individual, some selfish, others selfless, some political and others personal. Whatever the case may be you now find your ship docking after a lengthy journey out on sea. Among the arrivals is a gnome mage, a human huntress, a draenei priestess as well as a half-elven paladin. In addition, a draenei vindicator accompanies the priestess, her reasons for being here being to investigate the exact reasoning why the elves they had encountered on Outland had chosen to sabotage the interplanetary vessel of the draenei: The Exodar.
The others, arrive as a supplementary force of volunteers, primarily here to bolster the elves' numbers, as well as to assist them in gaining a proper foothold in their now ravaged lands. The group, or rather pair of locals that have been sent to the harbor to receive the volunteers is much humbler in terms of its numbers, consisting only of a single pair of elves, one of which was clearly a spellweaver of some ilk and the other a soldier, donned in the gold, silver and red tones now favored by his people.
Allowing the arriving group a graceful period of time to gather their wits as well as belongings before disembarking and gathering at the dock, the armored elven male finally speaks as the group forms together. "Greetings travelers and welcome to Quel'thalas. Land of the elves, and of eternal spring." The man spoke, motioning inland toward the lush forests, painted varying shades of reds and yellows by the light of the slowly setting sun. Despite the welcoming choice of words, the elf's tone fell dreadfully short of any kind of mirth or warmth, let alone amusement.
"You have gracefully chosen to answer the summons of my people, and for that, we thank you." The man said, bowing his head deep as he clasped his gauntleted hands together in front of him. "I am Captain Coltherian Dawnwatcher, captain of what, you may ask? Well this-" he paused mid-sentence, allowing his remaining eye to bounce between the individuals gathered, it was obvious the turn-up was less than he had expected, either in terms of number or apparent capability. "-- quaint band of adventurers. As you are here to lend your assistance in an official capacity, I have been appointed as your "leader", that is to say, I am responsible for your actions during your stay here." The elf explained, flipping open a leather satchel attached to his belt before reaching within, retrieving and presenting a golden brooch, holding it high above his head for all those gathered to see.
"You will be identified by the locals, as well as guards and other officials by this brooch." He announced, his free hand motioning to its elaborate craftsmanship. The golden brooch was in the shape of a phoenix, a symbol commonly used by the Sin'dorei and an exceptionally fitting one given the fact that the purpose of the group was to help in what was more or less the resurrection of an entire elven kingdom. "Please, do not lose it." The man said, his tone even more stern and unamused than it had been thus far, if that were even possible. He made his way around from person to person, handing each of them a brooch of their own, starting from left to right before returning his position by the elven caster that accompanied him, giving her one as well.
"You do not necessarily have to visibly wear it, but make sure it is with you at all times. Though the people, as well as the guard is aware of your arrival, we do not wish this invitation to be interpreted as an opportunity for the forces of the Horde or the Alliance to go about performing open espionage, as paradoxical as that may sound." He clasped his hands together once more, gauntlets audibly clanking against one another in a sharp clap as the man continued further yet. "Our first order of business is simple, to introduce ourselves to one another. So... have at it." He finally finished, wafting a plated hand in the direction of the center of the vague semi-circle the group had formed on the sunbathed docks of Sunsail Anchorage. "... Oh and feel free to ask any questions you may have after your introduction.".
( Sook , Noble Scion , DapperCat , Karcen , Qwarkl )