Welcome to the Fleet
Sitting on a cliff in the Thousand Needles of Kalimdor, a group of various members of the Horde stood amongst themselves, talked, traded, and dueled. A young troll female, having arrived unnoticed by the four recruits, cleared her throat and shouted, "Attention on Deck, Thirty Second Fleet Commander Shadowind has arrived!" before snapping a sharp salute. To the trolls minor annoyance, the salute was less-sharply returned by the new recruits. Shadowind sighed before announcing, "A group of Ethereal smugglers have set up camp in the nearby desert, and are going about their usual activities of poaching and stealing. Cadets Ranu, Arcen, Enna, and um... "Glitch", we have a contract from Freewind Post to put a stop to these activities. Now, go, cadets!" At this command, the rogue, paladin, mage, and hunter leaped off the cliff, parachutes in hand.
My name is... Glitch. I am a troll trained in the ancient ways of the hunter. My trollish name is Gli'cha, which means He of Wit. But everybody calls me Glitch, a gnomish word for failed invention. And right now, as we were leaping off the cliff, thats what my parachutes were doing. Failing, and doing it at the worst time.
I am Enna, and I am Forsaken. I am also a mage, and it was fortunate for my friends and I that I was a mage, seeing as how we were plummeting towards our deaths. Thinking quickly, I pulled four feathers from my belt satchel, and cast a spell to slow our falls until we gently touched desert dirt. "Well," I turned to my companions and gestured toward the Ethereal camp. "Shall we?" I said with the best smile a Forsaken could muster.
I am Ranu, which means Hero in an ancient tongue, seldom even used by titans. I am now serving the Thirty Second Fleet, and my job for this mission is to scout ahead and prepare the way for my three comrades. As I creep up on an Ethereal warrior-mage, I draw an assortment of throwing weapons. After seeing them safely tucked inside my enemies body, I finish him off with my two swords. Throwing a red flare into the air, the signal to attack, I creep back into the shadows to resume my mission.
Light. Hope. Justice. Power. For paladins such as I, these words and synonymous, they are the same. I muttered a small prayer as I led the charge, and felt a mix of adrenaline and the divine power of the light course through my body. When my friends were hurt, I healed them, and when my enemies stood before me, I brought them to the ground. The ethereal saw how much of a threat I was, and I was soon surrounded by more enemies than I could handle. Following my instincts, I called upon the light once more to shield me and heal me. Soon after my shield dissipated, I was in a worse situation than before, my health draining fast. I fell to the ground, knowing my end was nigh, and saw the strange shadows of a wolf and three mechanical beings.
As my pet, Kino, and I fought, I saw Arcen, the strongest of us all, begin to falter and fall. Without thinking of the possibly explosive ramifications, I realeased three of my best robots and Kino to defend Arcen. The sound of clanking metal, gnashing teeth, whizzing bullets, and the eerie Ethereal screams. But the sound that hits my ears above all is the sound of Arcen's breathing, and his continued fight.
Shadowind stood at the base of the cliff, smiling proudly top the tired looking soldiers as she passed out blue tabards with a white skull and bones on them. "Well Ensigns, welcome to the Fleet!"