Two years ago, Broken Isles
“I hate scouting.” Arac looked down at unending tide of legion troops pouring from the gates. " Give me Iron Horde any day over this nonsense" He turned ears perked catching sight of the landing parties arriving on the beach soon this will start he thought, how in the hell will we stop this its to much. The rogue’s nostrils wrinkled that bloody stench of demon was gonna stay with him rest of his days. Quietly he moved on carefully picking his route down the ridge to another outcropping peering down again at something he rather not see. Felgaurd dragging what looked to be a tauren back to their main party, “The hell?” he growled eyes narrowed, he knew this tauren, bloodied and battered as he was and resigned himself to slide down from his perch pouncing down on the rear most demon appearing from the shadows blades dug deep into its hide.
“Two more…” He snarled jumping after the next Demon as the both started to turn from the first ones cry. the sword sank deep into its neck as the rogue rode the body down to the ground, only to turn his head just in time to catch a hoof in the snout knocking him down beside the bullman. “Well, damn…” he spat as the fel gaurd closed in his hand moved to his back clutching a device in his pack as he grabbed the tauren by the arm. with a fizz pop of magic they disappeared.
(Good lord im rusty… more to come!)