III
Allies
So they traveled for half a day until they finally reached the elven stronghold. Strange though, for elves normally kept groves not strongholds but none the less impressive. Gulog eyed the archers lining the walls above him. They were suspicious of the beast-man, they did not trust him. But trust him they must, for he was an ally and the cause of the troubles in the lower lands. For the elves, this scrap between the centaurs and tauren was more of an act of law, a police action, they had to go down into the desolates and solve the problems brewing on the plains. Gulog did not feel the elves... "sympathy" for his race. They took pity upon the creatures... barely, and an elves pity was the last thing a tauren would want.
Dyre signaled the watch to open the elven gates into the sentinel stronghold of Elsgar. A mighty stronghold indeed, the marauders would never be able to lay an effective siege upon it, as long as their hooves weighed them down to the ground, the marauders were not as maneuverable as your typical humanoid. But none the less, with an army of their size, the marauders could eventually take their toll in numbers.
Gulog passed through the steel gate which was entangled in vines and roots. The elven magic did not leave this place, it was still blessed with their presence. Gulog looked around him at the most humble of dwellings. Something that Gulog had not seen before. The merchants and salesmen were actually co-operating with the sentinel peoples. The sentinels were a most humble race after all, and were not easily aggravated. After looking around at the enormous stone stronghold, the ingenious watchtowers and battlements, and ingenuity and craftsmen-ship of the elves, Dyre requested Gulog's company at his table in his chamber, Gulog, of course, agreed and followed the demon hunter towards the central structure within the stronghold.
The structure was a giant tree, enormous, massive, huge, it resemble a high clerics tower from Azeroth, but Gulog had never been to those lands so he had never seen anything this large before except in tests and scrolls of which he had heard. Gulog noticed and opening at the bottom of the tree, just large enough to easily and conveniently pass an elf through. Although for Gulog, luck wasn't on his side for this part of the trip. Though with some struggle, and help from Dyre, the beast was able to squeeze through the small door and into a hollowed out, spiraling tower bathed in the color of light brown!
"I must say Dyre" said Gulog as he turned to the elf "this is quite the fortification you have here" stated the tauren.
"Well it is actually an ancient orc stronghold which was seized by the sentinels 10 years ago, they decided not to burn it but keep it as a waypoint for passing travelers or a watch point for enemies" explained Dyre.
Gulog was impressed, though he found it odd that there had been such a place in southern Kalimdor for so long and he had not heard of it, he asked why this was and Dyre answered "The elves have been very secretive in these parts, your successors who have seen or heard about this place have most likely kept it a secret for reasons of allied confidentiality. We have allied with your brethren many times over the years" explained Dyre.
Gulog did know about the few elven allies that the tauren armed aside, but only knew of a few. Gulog nodded in agreement, and they continued their discussion. As the conversation went on, Gulog drifted off into a raging dream, he was too anxious to get back at the murderous marauders to have a leisurely talk with some elf. Gulog couldn't take it anymore, Dyre kept rambling on about the history of the stronghold and how they had thrived.
Gulog snapped "I'm sorry Dyre, but we must mobilize quickly, I cannot stand around and wait for you're men to have the centaurs at your doorstep" Gulog was angry, and Dyre was confused.
"I'm sorry Gulog, we must attack just before dawn, that is when OUR elven magics are at their best" explained Dyre.
"Yes, I have heard of your disappearing acts elf, and I do understand the appropriate time to strike, you must once again excuse me, my lust for blood is yet again taking over common sense" explained Gulog.
"Quite alright tauren, but yes I do understand and we should prepare our troops right away. We have 40 hunters, 60 archers and some 50 fine swordsmen" explained Dyre with a smirk.
"What about conjurors?" asked Gulog.
"Our druids are already prepared, heavy support will come with 20 claws and 20 well trained talons" explained Dyre.
"Excellent" exclaimed Gulog "Let us begin preparations, for at dawn we attack and shall take back what is rightfully ours.
Gulog stood, overlooking assembling troops, along side him was Dyre, he was already prepared and ready for the battle approaching. As the men and women went through briefings and short drills, Gulog had his own preparations made. Dyre looked back as Gulog retreated 5 yards back towards his gear.
An over looming shadow crept upon Dyre as Gulog strapped his mighty totem on his back, displaying it with religious pride. It was not so large as to weigh him down, but it was just large enough to fit on his back perfectly and evenly for good balance and stamina. With a massive hammer strapped to his right hip and a hefty broadsword to his left, Gulog plucked his pole arm from the ground and held it firmly with his fists.
"You seem prepared" sad Dyre.
"The meaning of prepared has lost all meaning to me elf, a tauren must always be prepared for conflict" explained Gulog with a sniff.
"Then I am glad to see you ready for war" explained Dyre as he then turned and walked to the edge of the overlooking platform they were situated on. Dyre held a massive bone horn in his right hand, drew breath, and blew. The whispering roar of the horn echoed among the barrens as Dyre's troops turned to face him with pride.
Dyre screamed his words as he spoke "sentinels, are you ready for war?" asked Dyre to the crowd of warrior lined up amongst him. The crowd roared in acknowledgement and pride, Dyre gave a smirk and a nod as he continued "these invaders have token control of these lands for far too long, we are the ones who shall set them straight, we are the ones who will stop them" yelled Dyre as another ear shattering roar fired from the crowd.
Gulog stood over the force proudly as the sun set behind his back, covering the platform in shadow. He was nodded at Dyre on good terms, he was impressed with what he, as a leader, was able to achieve. For Gulog had never led such a force into battle, only bands of about 40 tauren warriors at most. Strength did come in numbers for the tauren, quality over powered quantity.
Dyre screamed once again the final command "sentinels... move out" exclaimed Dyre as the massive crowd shuffled their way to cranking gates that were opening. An annoying ticking sound came forth from the crank levers.
Gulog turned to Dyre and spoke "well Dyre, are YOU ready for war?" asked Gulog.
Dyre replied "I am not sure of the friend tauren, we shall see what the goddess grants me on this fair day" explained Dyre.
Well I did add a few of my own units to this story, just to make the battle more interesting, the sentinel army in wc3 is too missile based aside from druids of the claw. This way, a war can go on the way it should, and besides, you play as night elf warriors with swords in world of warcraft.
Allies
So they traveled for half a day until they finally reached the elven stronghold. Strange though, for elves normally kept groves not strongholds but none the less impressive. Gulog eyed the archers lining the walls above him. They were suspicious of the beast-man, they did not trust him. But trust him they must, for he was an ally and the cause of the troubles in the lower lands. For the elves, this scrap between the centaurs and tauren was more of an act of law, a police action, they had to go down into the desolates and solve the problems brewing on the plains. Gulog did not feel the elves... "sympathy" for his race. They took pity upon the creatures... barely, and an elves pity was the last thing a tauren would want.
Dyre signaled the watch to open the elven gates into the sentinel stronghold of Elsgar. A mighty stronghold indeed, the marauders would never be able to lay an effective siege upon it, as long as their hooves weighed them down to the ground, the marauders were not as maneuverable as your typical humanoid. But none the less, with an army of their size, the marauders could eventually take their toll in numbers.
Gulog passed through the steel gate which was entangled in vines and roots. The elven magic did not leave this place, it was still blessed with their presence. Gulog looked around him at the most humble of dwellings. Something that Gulog had not seen before. The merchants and salesmen were actually co-operating with the sentinel peoples. The sentinels were a most humble race after all, and were not easily aggravated. After looking around at the enormous stone stronghold, the ingenious watchtowers and battlements, and ingenuity and craftsmen-ship of the elves, Dyre requested Gulog's company at his table in his chamber, Gulog, of course, agreed and followed the demon hunter towards the central structure within the stronghold.
The structure was a giant tree, enormous, massive, huge, it resemble a high clerics tower from Azeroth, but Gulog had never been to those lands so he had never seen anything this large before except in tests and scrolls of which he had heard. Gulog noticed and opening at the bottom of the tree, just large enough to easily and conveniently pass an elf through. Although for Gulog, luck wasn't on his side for this part of the trip. Though with some struggle, and help from Dyre, the beast was able to squeeze through the small door and into a hollowed out, spiraling tower bathed in the color of light brown!
"I must say Dyre" said Gulog as he turned to the elf "this is quite the fortification you have here" stated the tauren.
"Well it is actually an ancient orc stronghold which was seized by the sentinels 10 years ago, they decided not to burn it but keep it as a waypoint for passing travelers or a watch point for enemies" explained Dyre.
Gulog was impressed, though he found it odd that there had been such a place in southern Kalimdor for so long and he had not heard of it, he asked why this was and Dyre answered "The elves have been very secretive in these parts, your successors who have seen or heard about this place have most likely kept it a secret for reasons of allied confidentiality. We have allied with your brethren many times over the years" explained Dyre.
Gulog did know about the few elven allies that the tauren armed aside, but only knew of a few. Gulog nodded in agreement, and they continued their discussion. As the conversation went on, Gulog drifted off into a raging dream, he was too anxious to get back at the murderous marauders to have a leisurely talk with some elf. Gulog couldn't take it anymore, Dyre kept rambling on about the history of the stronghold and how they had thrived.
Gulog snapped "I'm sorry Dyre, but we must mobilize quickly, I cannot stand around and wait for you're men to have the centaurs at your doorstep" Gulog was angry, and Dyre was confused.
"I'm sorry Gulog, we must attack just before dawn, that is when OUR elven magics are at their best" explained Dyre.
"Yes, I have heard of your disappearing acts elf, and I do understand the appropriate time to strike, you must once again excuse me, my lust for blood is yet again taking over common sense" explained Gulog.
"Quite alright tauren, but yes I do understand and we should prepare our troops right away. We have 40 hunters, 60 archers and some 50 fine swordsmen" explained Dyre with a smirk.
"What about conjurors?" asked Gulog.
"Our druids are already prepared, heavy support will come with 20 claws and 20 well trained talons" explained Dyre.
"Excellent" exclaimed Gulog "Let us begin preparations, for at dawn we attack and shall take back what is rightfully ours.
Gulog stood, overlooking assembling troops, along side him was Dyre, he was already prepared and ready for the battle approaching. As the men and women went through briefings and short drills, Gulog had his own preparations made. Dyre looked back as Gulog retreated 5 yards back towards his gear.
An over looming shadow crept upon Dyre as Gulog strapped his mighty totem on his back, displaying it with religious pride. It was not so large as to weigh him down, but it was just large enough to fit on his back perfectly and evenly for good balance and stamina. With a massive hammer strapped to his right hip and a hefty broadsword to his left, Gulog plucked his pole arm from the ground and held it firmly with his fists.
"You seem prepared" sad Dyre.
"The meaning of prepared has lost all meaning to me elf, a tauren must always be prepared for conflict" explained Gulog with a sniff.
"Then I am glad to see you ready for war" explained Dyre as he then turned and walked to the edge of the overlooking platform they were situated on. Dyre held a massive bone horn in his right hand, drew breath, and blew. The whispering roar of the horn echoed among the barrens as Dyre's troops turned to face him with pride.
Dyre screamed his words as he spoke "sentinels, are you ready for war?" asked Dyre to the crowd of warrior lined up amongst him. The crowd roared in acknowledgement and pride, Dyre gave a smirk and a nod as he continued "these invaders have token control of these lands for far too long, we are the ones who shall set them straight, we are the ones who will stop them" yelled Dyre as another ear shattering roar fired from the crowd.
Gulog stood over the force proudly as the sun set behind his back, covering the platform in shadow. He was nodded at Dyre on good terms, he was impressed with what he, as a leader, was able to achieve. For Gulog had never led such a force into battle, only bands of about 40 tauren warriors at most. Strength did come in numbers for the tauren, quality over powered quantity.
Dyre screamed once again the final command "sentinels... move out" exclaimed Dyre as the massive crowd shuffled their way to cranking gates that were opening. An annoying ticking sound came forth from the crank levers.
Gulog turned to Dyre and spoke "well Dyre, are YOU ready for war?" asked Gulog.
Dyre replied "I am not sure of the friend tauren, we shall see what the goddess grants me on this fair day" explained Dyre.
Well I did add a few of my own units to this story, just to make the battle more interesting, the sentinel army in wc3 is too missile based aside from druids of the claw. This way, a war can go on the way it should, and besides, you play as night elf warriors with swords in world of warcraft.