05-20-2014, 04:30 PM
“No worse place for man, orc, elf or any other to find themselves. Lands once hailed for their purity, their beauty, are now revered only by Death and his sickly comrades. Lordaeron was what we once called this vast kingdom, but in these dark days it is known as none other than the Plagueland.
Some say to abandon it. Some say to let the land burn along with the wretched corpses that now call it home, but the spirit of man was never so easily quenched nor have the Scourge ever been so easily defeated. To this day many debate if it was bravery or stupidity that brought us out here, but the past remains irreversible. The future, however... We stand upon the crossroads of destruction and salvation.
The King may be dead, but it takes only good men to laze about for evil to prevail. Let apathy dwell no more in this humid air. Let the haze lift, let the torches burn deep into the midnight oil, let us sharpen our swords and polish our arms, let us bleed every last drop of ichor out of the brash bastards that so dare call this land their hive! To arms, my brothers. To arms, my sisters! Evil waits for no dawn nor dusk, nor shall we! Let us harken ‘War!’ from the herald’s trumpet at the break of every hour! Let us knock upon the doors of Stratholme and drag Rivendare through the streets with the chains of his own occult!
It's time to set these wretched groves aflame with Light! It's time to reap bounty from the land! It's time that death no longer dwells in the den of the living! Join the Crusade in it's efforts. Camps idle about the land, unused, infested with scourge or idle hands. Free them from their shackles! Stride across the land as a giant strides across the plains, let no inkling of corruption shelter away from your glory! Bring an end to the reign of death, my friends! Herald into this world a time of prosperity never seen before!
"I remember when the lands were field with verdant greens where life springed regardless of the seasons. Lordaeron has fallen, but it is far from dead. We are slowly retaking what was lost, even with the help from those who once opposed us in war. Though we still have much to cleanse and free what the Scourge has taken, I look forward to the day my sons will see the life that teemed the lands like I did in my time.
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"I wish to see the tormented purged to their final rest at last in this damned place, so that we might finally be able to collect the bones of our fallen. They've gone unhonored for too long...far too long. I hope they're not angry at our delay.
"Though Balnazzar was defeated, his presence showed the true force behind the Scourge. A force easily forgotten, until they are raining fel meteors down on us. The Scourge, though deadly and corruptive, is just a tool in the great plots of the Legion.
Some say to abandon it. Some say to let the land burn along with the wretched corpses that now call it home, but the spirit of man was never so easily quenched nor have the Scourge ever been so easily defeated. To this day many debate if it was bravery or stupidity that brought us out here, but the past remains irreversible. The future, however... We stand upon the crossroads of destruction and salvation.
The King may be dead, but it takes only good men to laze about for evil to prevail. Let apathy dwell no more in this humid air. Let the haze lift, let the torches burn deep into the midnight oil, let us sharpen our swords and polish our arms, let us bleed every last drop of ichor out of the brash bastards that so dare call this land their hive! To arms, my brothers. To arms, my sisters! Evil waits for no dawn nor dusk, nor shall we! Let us harken ‘War!’ from the herald’s trumpet at the break of every hour! Let us knock upon the doors of Stratholme and drag Rivendare through the streets with the chains of his own occult!
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-Lord Maxwell Tyrosus
-Lord Maxwell Tyrosus
BATTLEFIELD: THE PLAGUELAND
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A struggle, rekindled.
War dawns upon the wretched plaguelands this day! Through the years the Argent Dawn has crusaded it’s way across Azeroth, championing the cause of every mortal mind- to fight back the scourge and its twisted masters. From the harrowing halls of Icecrown to the desolate sands of Sithilus crusaders of every make and mark have battled the ultimate corruption of undeath, and now it is time to land the decisive blow. The struggle of the Plaguelands was once passive. Neither side dared wage too furious a battle for the risk in these lands were far too great, however now we can no longer afford a simple, longing gaze. Now is the time to act.It's time to set these wretched groves aflame with Light! It's time to reap bounty from the land! It's time that death no longer dwells in the den of the living! Join the Crusade in it's efforts. Camps idle about the land, unused, infested with scourge or idle hands. Free them from their shackles! Stride across the land as a giant strides across the plains, let no inkling of corruption shelter away from your glory! Bring an end to the reign of death, my friends! Herald into this world a time of prosperity never seen before!
"I remember when the lands were field with verdant greens where life springed regardless of the seasons. Lordaeron has fallen, but it is far from dead. We are slowly retaking what was lost, even with the help from those who once opposed us in war. Though we still have much to cleanse and free what the Scourge has taken, I look forward to the day my sons will see the life that teemed the lands like I did in my time.
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-Crusader Steffano-Clemente Ricci
Huddled far in the depths of Stratholme, Lord Aurius Rivendare sits atop his wicked mount, endlessly patrolling about the streets, affirming his iron grip upon the wretched plaguelands and it's undead inhabitants. Every ghast, ghoul and abomination answers to his unholy call. One will have to carve their way through a gracious amount before they can even hope to test the mettle of his runeblade.
-Crusader Steffano-Clemente Ricci
Huddled far in the depths of Stratholme, Lord Aurius Rivendare sits atop his wicked mount, endlessly patrolling about the streets, affirming his iron grip upon the wretched plaguelands and it's undead inhabitants. Every ghast, ghoul and abomination answers to his unholy call. One will have to carve their way through a gracious amount before they can even hope to test the mettle of his runeblade.
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This place is disgusting, let's clean it up.
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-Crusade Champion Ce
-Crusade Champion Ce
"Never Fight Alone!"
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Fresh from the bloodshed of Northrend, Crusade Commander Entari makes his return to the Plaguelands as the Highlord's Hand of Judgement. Assuming command of Tyr's Hand and all of it's forces, Entari looks to wage a war to end all strife in the once prosperous lands of Lordearon. Though, he'll need the effort of a great many if he's going to knock on Stratholme's door.![[Image: screenshot_104_zps82d8786a.png]](http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr167/Kibblez-n-bitz1008/screenshot_104_zps82d8786a.png)
"I wish to see the tormented purged to their final rest at last in this damned place, so that we might finally be able to collect the bones of our fallen. They've gone unhonored for too long...far too long. I hope they're not angry at our delay.
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-Crusader Champion Reigen Sunfire
-Crusader Champion Reigen Sunfire
To Arms!
There remains a great many ways to lend aid in this conflict. There are battles to wage, lands to scout, supplies to escort, crops to tend to, quarries to mine. From warfare to war supplies, there's a task for every man, woman and child. Take incentive and lead your own patrol across the land, smiting all Scourge that cross your path! Group with new allies and mark out territory for the Crusade's advance! Leave to lands beyond, heralding the great cause of the Argents to every capital of Azeroth!"Though Balnazzar was defeated, his presence showed the true force behind the Scourge. A force easily forgotten, until they are raining fel meteors down on us. The Scourge, though deadly and corruptive, is just a tool in the great plots of the Legion.
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-Ithildess Pyrefeather
-Ithildess Pyrefeather
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