For the Kings Glory.
July forth, an early morning greeted with the mist. Lord Noth stepped out of the Goldshire Inn where he and his men laid rest for the night on their travel to the City to speak with the King. He looked around with a slight smirk of disgust as he noticed the common folk running about with their daily routine, it was odd to say the least. However his duties were at hand as his quartermaster handed him the reigns to his trusty goldenmane which was ready for travel.
Climbing upon horseback he quickly turned around to face the unimpressive crowd of Elwynn which surrounded that infamous Inn. “Kings Honor, friends.” Was all he said as he turned back around and made his way up the road accompanied with his men.
After waiting several hours for their appointed time with the King, Lord Noth grew angrily impatient, pacing back and forth in the royal court. Shooting a darting glance to the stormwind gaurds who stood about at their posts. Hours past tehir scheduled appointment, when finally a kings gaurd came forth and escorted Lord Noth and his men into the great throne room where King Wyrnn sat with a noble nod and a polite greeting, “What say you, Lord Noth? What news have you of Durotar?”
“Majesty.” He said, followed with a slow bow and proper noble greeting. “It is good to see you as always, and in such good health, my lord. I bring news of the west. My men and I have returned to the great eastern kingdoms with marks of honor. Three days we spent, hunting down the wretched greenskins, as ordered.” There was a slight pause as his narrowed green hues looked around for any suspecting patrons. It was a private order Noth and his men were on, and his reports back were for only the King to hear.
“We have slayed forty-seven Orcs, several of them women and their children. We have beheaded the captures and left their bodies on display nearby the razer cliffs, not far from Orgrimmar. The children were burned by the stake while their mothers were given to the foot soldiers as trophies. All counted for in the end, and even their women were beheaded and left on display, though not as honorably as their men, of course.” He pasued again and looked to the King, awaiting to see his reaction, as this wasn’t the first order they were sent on nor the last, as being in the Kings employ was surely the most prosperous of Lord Noths works. “I have brought several of their higher ranking officers scalps, I have even took it upon myself to carve some of their flesh to bring home and use as decorations for our war lodge. It is with great gratitude I bring this report home to our lands, my lord.”
Shifting his position slightly, he offered another noble bow with a slight smile, “Until next time, majesty. My men and I will continue to raid Orgrimmar of this heathen scum, and continue to bring trophies home of these heretic lost souls. Regardless of your politics, sire. We are in your grace.”
And with that said, Lord Noth and his men departed from the keep and returned to their estates.
