Ara Aurigae; a place which, like many other galaxies, held many wonders. This... this was not one of them. The star system known as Azeroth, a place where no one bothered treading; and no one bothered leaving, either. In this system, two factions were constantly at war; The Alliance, a coalition of races dedicated to honor and thought, and the Horde, a loose collective of races dedicated to their own preservation and what they considered, in many ways, a true freedom; the outlaws freedom. Of course, not all thought this way, but this was the banner with which both of these factions united; and it was under these banners that they fought. The system housed 4 planets, all in orbit around a single, bright star; The Eastern Kingdoms, Kalimdor, Northrend, and Pandaria. And in orbit around Pandaria, the forces of the Alliance and Horde once again found themselves in a small spat. An Orc commander screamed over his communications frequency, enraged at the idiocy of his forces. KILL THOSE ALLIANCE DOGS! LEAVE NONE ALIVE! A Draenei looked calmly at the battle map in front of him, carefully making his ships move to and fro, attacking in patterns and calculated moves. Dont let any of them escape. We need to know what plans are next for the Horde. Both groups seemed locked in this spat in the skies above Pandaria... and the inhabitants below were themselves, preparing to be attacked; whoever won wouldnt be happy with them, they knew... or at least, they thought they knew.
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 07:36:29 +0000
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