On a cool spring evening, both members of the Blackmoon Dominion and Ebon Lotus would congregate together. A grand ploy had been figured out, the Horde’s supply lines had been found. Across the Khaz Algar, and through the deep depths each and every of their Supply drops via air had been leaked. An opportunity both parties could not refuse to take advantage of. Taronim still required special and rather particular reagents to finish crafting his new Grimoire, the skins of different orcs serving as its cover. While Vesper’s reasoning much less complex, good ol’ greed!
With proper strategizing, the two parties would begin to spin their web across the continent. Spreading across far and wide, even holding a variety of different choke points to easily dismount any belligerents from the sky. Crate after crate, resources after resources the Alliance would plunder all to themselves.
Eventually the small federation of Alliance would find themselves in Azj-Kahet, plundering through another fresh supply crate. Suddenly the shadows of the Horde’s flying mounts would swallow the federation, a couple of Orcs diving from the sky to meet the Alliance in combat. Quickly the Orcs would be dealt with, and as the Alliance readied themselves for a full on attack the Horde would seemingly leave… At first, both battlefield commanders Taronim and Vesper would find themselves confused; They were out numbered after all… With bloodlust, the Alliance would give chase into the skies, hunting down any straggler they could find. Any straggler abandoned by the foolish command run away in dishonor.
The chase through the depths would find its conclusion in the Undermine. Outside the Incontinental Hotel the Horde would stand, this time more than ready for a fight. “Pathetic, your actions in Elwynn Forest have been reprised, and your flesh claimed! Yet still you abandon your men - so much for that ‘honor.’” Taronim would degrade the Horde from inside the Hotel before suddenly storming outside for one last fight. Though as they did so, many Goblin Bruisers would try to desperately intervene. Not wanting to see their Hotel drop in property value because of constant violence.
“GET BRUISERED, IDIOTS!” An over confident Orc Shaman would shout as the fight suddenly started. The combined might of the Horde, and Goblins crashing down on the Alliance. Yet through the chaos, Vesper seemingly emerge behind the shaman. Quickly the rogue would drop a smoke bomb and assassinate the Orc. Vesper would then watch, chuckling from the Irony that unfolded before him. That bruisers that were once focused on his own forces, were now heavily fixated on the Horde… It was hopeless. With nothing left, the remaining Horde army would retreat out of Undermine; not to be seen for the rest of night.
“For the Blackmoon Dominion, and the Ebon Lotus. Shall our friendship forever live on!” - Vesper Nightblade of the Blackmoon Dominion.