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| - Mission orders as given to High Commander Revenge by Warlord Agrabodak: Firstly I apologise that i cannot lead this campaign myself but i have the upmost confidence in your ability to lead and the ability of Commander Joco and High Commander Croix to assist you should you need any help in your Command. Sinse our attack on Teldrassil the humans have been supplying aid to the Night Elves in their effort to rebuild that which we destroyed... They are delivering this aid by way of ships making birth at Menethil Harbour... The harbour need not be destroyed, only the flagship supplying aid, they call this ship the Rightark. Explosives will be provided to you by the Nightsong Legion, once the ship is destroyed you will have few ways left to you to make it home unharmed but I leave it to you to think of a suitable and safe way to bring our men back. The entire Army and it's resources are at your Command in my absence. Do not fail me. For Agrammar! For the Horde! -Warlord Agrabodak 'NO TROLL LEFT BEHIND' by Shatarlore Revenge, Joco and Croix stood watching the ship burn with a Legion of men at their backs. "Wha' now, mon?" Joco asks Revenge. "We find a way out..." Revenge replies. "We need to get the men home, the ship will attract attention." "Ah'll find us a boat outta here, boss man." joco walks over to the adjacent docks to find a boat out of Menethil that may end up in friendly waters. "Croix." Revenge becons over his friend. Croix walks over, the fire is reflected in her goggle lenses. "Whats up?" "Find an empty ship to hide the men in for now... We need to get out of sight before the Alliance reinforcements come to investigate the wreck." "No problem." A few minutes later the officers of Agrammar sit in a beached ship's lounge drinking brew whilst the lesser ranks patrol the harbor. Croix and revenge stand in the Captain's quarters with a map of the surrounding area on a desk. "We can't make our way through the Wetlands..." Croix explains to the Tauren "If we do, they will funnel us onto the bridge and our defenses will be either stretched too thin or attacked at both sides." "Can it be done?" Revenge chews on an apple listening to the Elf explain their predicament. "Possibly... But we would be at a severe disadvantage. It would be hard to achieve escape without loss of life." "Unacceptable. Joco and the Warlock Syclonus got on a ship to see where the local trade lines were headed, right?" "Aye, I had Daerion look into where it was going as well... I haven't heard back from Joco since he set off." "I see." Revenge leans back in his chair, enjoying his apple. "Well," Croix lights a cigarette impatiently. "i say we wait to find out about the ship, because theres no way I'm sending my men out there on foot to die." "Agreed." At this moment Croix's communication stone begins to crackle and the voice of Daerion can be heard on the other end. "Commander..." "Go ahead Daerion." Croix places the stone against her ear to better hear the report. "I have the manifest and trade ship charter here... It was not easy to acquire." Daerion pants, out of breath over the crackling static. "Dually noted, what do you have for me?" "Valguarde." "Crap... Please confirm." "Valguarde... Northrend... I'm sorry." The crackling ends and Croix hangs her head. "This is bad." Revenge leans forward. "No reply on the commstone... You think they are-" "Don't even say it, Croix... We amass who we can and get on that boat." "The young ones will be killed, for many of them this is their first campaign." "Damn... Solutions!" "Umm... We use the Warlock... Syclonus." "The Orc trapped with Joco... He could summon the others after we have rescued him." "I'll get the men together for briefing." "See it done my friend." Croix runs out of the room to prepare the men whilst Revenge looks at the map, throwing the apple core over his shoulder... (( To Be Finished.. .))
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