Notice of Warrant of Arrest for: Shandaumath, Vynlorin (Ren’dorei, Alliance)
Issued by: Lordaeronian Bureau of Justice and State Security Enforcement
Authorized by: REDACTED
Date of issue: REDACTED
Reward: Yes - to be paid upon delivery of detainee.
Desired Respiratory State: metabolically active or inactive (liquidation and combat cannibalism are authorized for field teams).
Crimes: SArmistic breaker, traitor to the Horde and Silvermoon. Mass murder of civilians. Arson and property damage within Horde territories. Scarlet Crusade sympathizer and supporter. Assaulting Lordaeronian officials enacting the people’s business, assaulting civilians engaged in the same. Unlawful entry into the national territory of Lordaeron.
Notes: An enemy of the people of the Horde, this fugitive is sought in relation to a crime spree conducted over an extended period in and around Lordaeron and against the people of the Forsaken of Lordaeron and the Horde. Individuals or teams engaging in capturing this target may consider all present Scarlet zealots or fellow travelers surrounding the target to be immaterial to his procurement. A corollary addendum to this document pertaining to ancillary support protecting the subject contains reward tables for donating tissue and soul stuff as well as new recruits. Combat cannibalism is authorized in the procurement of this target.
May the justice of the Desolate Council be swift,
Long Live Crown Princess Calia Menethil, Shadows Protect her People,
Lordaeronian Bureau of Justice and State Security Enforcement,
Signed And Issued: Chancellor of the Interior Bendricus Volheim, Baron of Cragreach, and [REDACTED]
OOC DISCLAIMER: This is a consensual rp, and all players involved agreed to this post. For ooc questions, please feel free to contact Vynlorin. This wanted poster can be found in Horde territories, as well as in neutral locations like Booty Bay. Additionally, one or two posters would curiously find their way into Stormwind.
This rp is a part of the Dance Of The Dead event: Dance Of The Dead 2023 - Oct 20th & 21th - 25 Million Gold In Prizes
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Many papers clutter Ellusen’s desk within Silvermoon City. It is no surprise she almost misses this one while sipping on a hot cocoa while the air cools. Though it is eternal spring it isn’t always soft and warm in the city. As she looks over pages she sees a familiar sketch of a familiar elf. Her face pales as she sets her cocoa aside and covers her mouth. She can scarcely believe it.
“Oh no… what have you done now? You make it so hard to plead for the ren’dorei,” she mutters to no one. With her morning sufficiently ruined she opts to take the rest of the day off, citing sickness as the reason for her absence.
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Gets her copy, crosses out alive on it, and laughs. “Should have taken the deal, idiot.”
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As the Dread Magister looked over the fresh batch of paperwork that awaited him from Capital City, he idly moved one paper on top of another into his assorted files. Meaningless and boring work even for an undead who had all the time in the world to do meaningless and boring things. Another bounty, he thinks moving to put it into his filing cabinet…but then it catches him. Quickly snatching the paper from the drawer and placing it on his desk, his eyes widen with fury and glee mixed simultaneously. A giggle escapes him, wicked and sickening. Growing into a harsh laughter and then into an evil maniacal cackle.
“Yes! YES!” He caresses the bounty with his fingertips. “Oh yes…its all coming together…”
His hands grip the paper so tight that the parchment is deformed permanently from the energy exuded to crumple it. Staring out of the window that sits in his Office in Ambermill he scowls deeper than he’s ever scowled before. The unholy energies radiate around him as the aura pulses and writhes.
“Soon…you will learn of pain…that is only told of in stories and legends…soon…Lord Shandaumath…you will pay.”
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The Battle Shaman handled various reports and documents within Orgrimmar, the Valley of Strength. The beaming heat of the Sun pierced through the window frame with light shining throughout his workplace. There was one piece of parchment with a sketch, which he collected into the left palm of his hand. Upon closer examination, the Dragonmaw Orc soon recognized the individual drawn and how the details indicated Lordaeron had placed a bounty. Words began forming in his mind as if speaking to the person now wanted.
I warned you Ur’gora, that my sight is upon you. Clearly, you did not listen, and if you cannot hear then you must be made to see. Your Lion-King’s pride will be made to see what unfolds when you challenge me.
Soon, the Orc put his work on pause and exited his workroom. Two other Orcs that were fully armored, carrying axes, and adorned with the symbol of the Dragonmaw Clan stood in wait. With the right hand, he gave a gesture to follow and soon collected his weapon before proceeding towards the portal to the Twilight Highlands.
“Ready Garmadh, contact the Chancellor of War, inform the clan. In three days I march to the south of the Eastern Kingdoms. Tell the Forsaken, they shall have their dae’mon.”
Alstus read over the bounty at his desk. He scoffed at the drawing of Vynlorin. “What a glorious day this is…” The bounty listed all of the crimes he was accused of, some more serious than others. Really, the only ones he cared about was the desertion and traitor to Quel’thalas. As much as he wanted to see the man dead, he knew Sae’themar wanted him dead a thousand times more.
And, of course, wherever Vynlorin went…so too did Aleron Grimm. Everything was falling into place, and Alstus couldn’t help but smile at the thought of what was yet to come.
