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A history of Praetoria Imperialis
A history of Praetoria Imperialis by Coljun Praefectus.
As time goes by the world changes. Conflicts become forgotten, old Alliances crumble and new ones are forged. Night turns to day and rain into sunshine. As the world changes so do the creatures who inhabit the world. Old leaders and heroes step down to let new ones take their places.
Once, long ago when PIE was led by the mage Takumi, a member of Terenas’ council before the plague, they sought to unite the mortal races in their struggle against the Scourge, the Burning legion and other threats to the world, and bring peace to Azeroth. Takumi was a wise leader, and upheld the ideals of peace, justice and honour in this golden age of PIE. However these ideals were not met kindly everywhere, and PIE, one of the few remnants of more peaceful times, faded away. Not everyone was so willing to just let their beliefs go. Several old members of PIE founded new groups that kept a close connection with each other. The largest of these groups, Praetoria Imperalis, was again led by PIE’s old leader Takumi. But Takumi mysteriously disappeared soon after, and the able Forsaken priest Cabot took over leadership. Under his rule several of the groups that splintered from PIE rejoined the order: The Thunderhorn Tribe, The Barrens Watch and lastly the Twilight Runners. With the change of leadership, the ideals and goals of Praetoria Imperalis changed. Preatoria Imperalis was no longer craving for peace between the Alliance and the Horde for neither group was ready for it. Even though Praetoria Imperalis still did not encourage open war with the Alliance, they would face them if they threatened the lands of the Horde. Over time several members of Cabot’s order stood brave on many grounds of battle across the world and were both respected and feared by their foes.
But the world is changing fast these days and Cabot sensed this. Praetoria Imperalis doesn’t need a healing touch from their leader while the world is gearing up for war; they need a strong able bodied warrior to protect and lead them into battle. So Cabot figured, and he handed over leadership to the steadfast warrior Zanne, deeming her able to guide them through these harsh times. The former mercenary possesed great courage and formidable cunning beneath her rough manners, and would need both as she rallied the Praetoria against the greatest threats they had ever faced. And so a new chapter in the history of Praetoria Imperalis opens, a chapter you can be part of.
((Get out your white frilly shirts and lets see what poetry we can come up with. Not necessarily by your character or about them, just with a general RP flavour.))
Doing it the hard way
Here stands the warrior,
Only foes ahead,
comrades ranged behind.
Here stands the warrior,
Suffering the blows of the enemy,
guarding the lives of his friends.
Here stands the warrior,
Death or glory,
Not one step back.
Here stands the warrior,
Doing it the hard way.
"Please, someone help me!"
Her desperate scream carried over the forest, but even in her terror Lucille knew that no-one would hear it out here in the deep forest. And even if some traveller was nearby, how could they save her from four orcs? She struggled weakly against the ropes that secured her to the large tree truck, but it was no use. The biggest of the orcs laughed at her, baring even more of his long yellow fangs, saliva dripping from his hairy chin as he thought of the fresh human meat he would soon be eating. One of the orcs preparing the cooking fire looked up and gave a harsh grunt and the orc wiped it's chin, smearing more dirt across its face with a filthy sleeve and advancing towards her. She watched its ugly red eyes shining with hunger as it moved to within a few paces of her and slowly drew a long, curved knife from it's belt. Lucille screamed again and struggled against the rope, kicking at the orc's legs to keep it away, but in her life as a rich merchant's daughter she had never developed much strength, and she was helpless to stop it grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, ready to cut her throat. She could feel the orc's warm breath, stinking of rotting meat, and she knew that she had only seconds before the cruel blade sliced into her neck. She screamed again "Help! Save me!" but she knew it was too late.
Suddenly, there was the bright ringing sound of a sword being drawn and a deep, manly voice carried across the forest clearing
"I don't think the lady is enjoying your company, orc"
The orcs around the fire sprang up, scrabbling for their weapons, and the big orc spun around, raising his knife and looking for the speaker. Lucille, her hair now free of the orc's grip, looked across the clearing and her heart leapt in her chest. A tall knight stepped out from the trees, he wore bright silver plate armour and a full faced helm with a white plume and carried a shining longsword. He stood facing the orcs, his feet planted wide apart with one gauntletted hand on his hip, the other resting his sword across his shoulder. As if on command, a bright shaft of sunlight broke through the branches above, making his armour shine so brightly that it hurt her eyes to look on him, but she could not tear her gaze away. He spoke again, this time Lucille thought there was an amused tone to his powerful voice. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to kill you four orcs now. Still, no hard feelings chaps, I'm sure you're decent sorts when you're not eating innocent girls." He stepped back with one leg and raised his sword, making it flash in the sunlight. "Lets get this over with then, I have to deliver some medicines to the orphanage soon or little Timmy and poor Jane might be in a spot of trouble." The orcs glanced at each other, then one of them let out a howling battlecry and they charged towards the knight as one. He stepped to one side and his sword flashed twice. An orc head landed with a thud on the ground and another of its fellows collapsed forwards holding an arm across its chest, dead even before it fell.
The two remaining orcs backed off warily, and Lucille could see that they were afraid now. One of them stepped in and aimed a clumsy cut at the knight's head, but before it could connect he jumped forward, his shining sword biting into the orc's neck. The last orc saw it's chance and rushed forward, thrusting its sword at the join between the armour plates under the knight's arm. The human spun to one side, wrenching his sword free and slashing it across the orc's stomach. It staggered and fell to its knees with a cry, which was abruptly ended when the reverse cut sent its head rolling across the forest floor.
He gave a booming, manly laugh and strode over to Lucille. "You're safe now my lady. I don't think think these lads will be bothering you again."
"Thank you! You saved my life!" Lucille cried
"No need to thank me, I'm a hero. Thats what we do."
"But who are you?" she asked, her heart racing with excitement more than fear now.
"My name is Sir Acernon Valourheart" he said, removing his helm and flicking his head back to rearrange the long blonde hair that fell over one side of his face. "But my friends call me Ace."
RE: Animosity Born...
As Shiryou retreated, Varuul raised his hands once more to strike out with his magic, but found he could no longer move. He shouted his righteous anger and called upon the Earth Mother's power, but this was no ordinary magic that held him. An unnatural chill spread over his body, he felt that he was falling backwards, and the room began to fade out of his vision. If what the cursed warlock had said was true, he did not have much time. He reached out for the currents of the wind to find his apprentice, but he could not touch them as the distance between him and the world he knew increased. Were his comrades coming? Had Maluti found them? His anger at Shiryou burned in his chest as he realised that even if they reached him, they could do nothing to prevent him being sucked into the Twisting Nether when the spell completed. He forced himself to calm down, using the techniques he had been taught so long ago as a young druid even as the room continued to fade, and he began to see suggestions of flames and the twisted forms of demons lurking in the shadows. There had to be a way. He could not die here without warning the Praetoria of the danger!
Yes. There was a way his friends could aid him, but it was a desperate plan. He had to create a way for them to reach him, even if it accelerated the spell's progress. He closed his eyes, focusing his mind on the shadowy suggestions of the demon realm and stopped resisting, calling them to him as if they were something safe and familiar rather than the twisted horror he knew was the reality. For a few moments, he began to fade faster, then vanished.
In that instant, a gateway blinked into existence in the space where the druid had been held. It would connect the two worlds, but only while the spell lasted. He prayed to the Earth Mother that it would be long enough.
Varuul opened his eyes, and gazed upon a nightmare world. He was surrounded by black abominations, a horde of demons twisting and scrabbling over each other in their hunger to reach him, taloned hands tearing at each other even as their yellow eyes were fixed upon their prey.
He did not hesitate, but reached within himself for the great bear spirit he carried inside, dropping to four legs as he charged into the mass of demons, scattering them and breaking their bones while they chattered their fury. Fangs raked his massive flank, but he called upon his magic and the wounds healed as quickly as the flesh was cut. He fought with all his strength, but for each twisted horror he crushed beneath his paws or cast aside in his jaws, five more took its place.
"Come quickly, brothers." He thought, as the black mass of creatures closed over him.
RE: Animosity Born...
Varuul located the warlock easily, and followed from a safe distance behind him as he walked to the rooms he rented in the city, and began to unlock the complex magical protections he had placed on the door. He had sensed Maluti's presence some time before, but now she had reached out her mind to find him as he had taught her only hours before. He allowed himself a brief moment of pride in the rapidly growing talents of his apprentice. Extending his magic, he whispered his words to the wind, so quiet that even he could not hear them, but still they were carried to the ear of the young tauren.
~You are foolish, my apprentice. The foe I face is powerful beyond your understanding, you will be killed if you follow me. Now is not the time to punish you, however...~
~Since you are here, you can be of use to me. I did not expect the Warlock to put his plan in motion so quickly, and have not had time to rally my comrades. Seek out an old orc named Herodotus, I sense his spirit here in the city, in the Broken Drum tavern as usual if I am not mistaken. Go to him, and bring him here to the warlock's dwellling. You will recognise him by the ridiculous beard he wears~
~He may be drinking with an...associate of mine named Aevuulmat. Bring him also if you find him, we may need as many blades as we can call upon~
RE: Animosity Born...
A small bird darted over the rooftops of the city, unnoticed by those below, and came to rest on Varuul's outstretched hand. He studied it carefully as it looked back at him, and some communication seemed to pass between them. After a few moments Varuul nodded slightly and raised his arm sharply to send the bird on its way, then watched it disappear over the roof of a nearby shop.
The warlock was on the move, putting his plans into motion no doubt, but the scroll his messenger had reported worried him. He had seen Shiryou cast spells from memory several times as he had watched from the shadows, and knew that any spell that required a written aid would be powerful indeed. He remembered the demon back in the cavern, and how the warlock had studied a magical tome before beginning his spell. Perhaps this scroll also contained a spell of summoning.
He stepped back into the shadows of a doorway, and vanished. Had anyone with sharp enough eyes been watching, they would have seen a large cat stalking down the street like a feral ghost, moving in the direction the bird had come from.
RE: Animosity Born...
The bolt of energy struck the rock where the demon had been moments before, sending shards of stone flying up with a loud crack. Seeing his foe fleeing through the shadows, Varuul lowered his hands. There was no need to give chase, he knew already where Shiryou made his lair and he was not yet ready to confront him. First he needed proof of the warlock's treachery.
He walked back towards the cavern entrance, his shape once again twisting and folding into that of a huge lion, then slipping into the shadows. As he left the Cleft of Shadows, undetected by its unsavoury inhabitants, he wondered why Aevuulmat had followed him. The thief was skilled, but could not hide from one with whom he had shared the shadows on so many occasions. It was worrying that he had even attempted to conceal his presence from Varuul as well as Shiryou. Surely his loyalty to the Order was not failing? It would be unfortunate to have to ask Hallow to remove one of his most skilled agents. But he would talk to Mat first, the thief's love of wealth and powerful magics was legendary, and it was possible that he had come in pursuit of some treasure that he did not wish to share.
Varuul maintained his unseen travel through The Drag, intending to leave the city and spend what remained of the night in the nearby forest, where nature would guard his sleep.