Attack on Westguard Keep

The sun was low in the sky, the first stars already beginning to sparkle against the twilight sky. Relea stands at the entrance of the keep, looking around rather proudly. Everyone was beginning to unwind, unbeknownst to them that evil lurked just out of sight.
"Are the men ready?" A cloaked figure asks, standing on the deck of a small scout airship.
"All ready and accounted for."  A woman says, her robes barely covering her skin.
"Good, good." The figure says, "Send them in."
The scout ship hovered in the clouds, hidden to the watchful eyes of the town guards. Suddenly a small group parachuted down into the town, quick to draw swords. The alarm rang loudly, causing the Northblade Vanguard to run out of their posts and rooms without a second thought.
"Oi! What is the commotion?" Rima asks, looking at Relea.
"An attack. To arms!" Relea shouts as the others show.
Guards held back most of the foot soldiers, but soon the ground shook and mechanical creatures burst through the gate with large weapon arms that sprayed more bullets then even the fastest goblin machine.
"Look out!" Vivilla shouts, quickly casting a shield of holy energy around Rima as several rockets explode around her.
"What the fel are those things?!" Relea shouts as the machines end up knocking over and crushing the barn in one swing of the arms.
As another machine stomps towards the main keep, lifting a giant metal fist up as if to crush Relea, a figure jumps from the roof, bringing a sword down and slashing the mechanical beast in half.
"About time you showed up!" Rima scowls towards Parvin, in the middle of a parry against a soldier.
"Yeah, yeah." Parvin growls, a flame in his eyes as he charges into the battle on his short gnome legs.
The figure from the ship lands on the wall of the keep, shaking his head as he watches the battle with cold eyes. 'Tweaks' appears and disappears, dancing through the shadows and stabbing multiple soldiers in the back; Axius leaps on the back of one of the machines, tearing into it and ripping out its circuitry. A swarm of undead burst through the ground and begin mutilating foot soldiers as Deragin reflects bullets back at a machine.
"Fire the cannons!" Faleath shouts from the docks as multiple cannonballs go sailing through the air, causing clustered soldiers to quickly disperse and go flying.
Mindee slashes at soldier's ankles, pausing only to note the mysterious man on the keep.
"They just keep coming! I like a good fight and all but this is getting ridiculous!" Rima shouts, cuts already going up and down her arms and shoulders.
"Just hang in there, Love." Axius shouts, meeting two soldier's strikes with his blades.
Waves of shadow magic begin to cause the enemies to shudder in pain, interrupting their strikes. Flames rain down from the sky and demons begin appearing around the town. After a few hours, night falls with the stench of blood hanging thick in the air; The battle was over.
"Everyone alright?" Relea huffs, exhausted from the amount of mana she had burned through.
"We'll live." Rima says as the pandaren known as Suyin bandaged her, causing Rima to wince.
An elderly pandaren male (Quanchy) wanders over, supporting a limping Faleath, "Who were those men?"
"I don't know.." Relea frowns, sitting on the steps of the keeps with Parvin next to her, 'Tweaks' leaning wearily against the stone wall.
"We obviously haven't seen the last of them." Axius growls, flexing his broken hand that was bleeding.
Deragin hands Faleath a mug of ale before the two begin drinking, trying to ease their mind.
"It's gonna take us weeks to clean this up, even with all the guards and civilians help." Rima notes out loud, watching Axius with a worried gaze.
The air was gloomy and everyone was tense. The sound of a horse whinny caused several members to jump.
"Is everyone okay? Holy shit! This place looks like a war zone!" A worgen man says as he rides in, a druid bird hovering in the air close by.
"We were attacked, dumb ass." Rima sneers, baring her teeth hostilely.
The druid changes into a female elf, quickly moving to begin weaving magic to heal the wounds of the guild.
"Is everyone alive? I'll send for aid." The worgen says, looking over everyone with a trained gaze.
"We'll be fine, Gustian." Relea says, "Though your help is welcome."
"I'll send for help now. Lucinda will help take care of anyone injured until the rest can arrive." Gustian says as he nods to the gnome leader.
"Thank you." Relea says, swaying a bit only to get tugged into Parvin's arms, Tweaks and Faleath watching her like hawks.

Terror in the Night.

The night was silent over the desert of Silithus. The druids of Cenarion Hold were doing their normal jobs and patrols when a blue star was seen streaking across the sky. Surprised, one of the young watchman wished upon the star, only to notice it crashing into the desert sand a few miles away. The watchman goes to tell his fellow guards, only to be given looks of disbelief; Taking it upon himself, the young male elf quickly heads into the desert, constantly looking out for cultists and over grown bugs.
After three hours of searching, he came across the crash site. In the large crater was a strange pod ship, similar to those of the Exodar. Sliding down the dunes of sand, the man wanders towards the pod, noticing the hatch open and a strange looking woman near by.
"By the goddess.." The man whispers to himself as he moves to her side, checking her pulse.
With surprising speed, the woman's hand shoots out, grabbing the guard by the neck and begins squeezing, choking him.
"Who are you?" The woman's ash skin illuminated in the moonlight, sparkling red eyes glaring at the man as her small elven like ears were perked high.
The man gasps for breath, trying to tug at her hand to force her to release. With a hiss, she tosses him to the side.
"Useless." She says, checking herself over before glancing at the small leather pouches tied to her belt.
Sighing in relief, the female notes the six crystal fragments were in tact. She glances at the man, sneering as she pulls her thin cloth hood up over her face and heads to town. In the dead of the night, she mails the crystals to five respective heros in a hopes of protecting them, then when her job is done, she vanishes into the desert.

1. The Pirus Crystal. This glowing red fragment changes at the bearers touch. Allowing the wearer to be able to resist the elements.
2. The Ervus Crystal. This charcoal fragment grants the bearer the ability to bend different metals in an object with their hand with little to no resistance.
3. The Pyrithyst Crystal. This rust-brown fragment supplies the wielder with understanding of foreign machinery and allows the machines to 'speak' to them.
4. The Zyo Crystal. This emerald fragment gives the user the power to speak to wildlife and plants, foreign or local.
5. The Phronous Crystal. This violet void fragment allows the controller to read a single targets mind within a certain range and focus, though it costs much focus and will to be able to cipher through what the person is thinking, and what is their memories.
6. The Lybria Crystal. This pulsing blue fragment allows the holder to control weather patterns for short periods of time.

The hopes of survival were left in their hands. The battle will soon begin. The only problem? The crystals will drain your energy, and when you are out? They will drain your life until you are nothing but ash. Do you stand to fight against the upcoming war? Do you vow to protect those dear and close? Then prepare. For the Terror in the Night is soon to begin.

... And from the Land.

In a small keep, hidden in Westfall...

A young night elf girl wakes with a start, sweating and trying to catch her breath from the nightmare she had seen. She looks around, seeing her human mate asleep in his armor beside her, she relaxes a bit.

"It was just a dream..." She whispers to herself, pulling her knees against her chest as she sits up, "Just a horrible dream."

After a few moments, she slips from the bed and wraps a blanket around her shoulders, deciding to wander outside to the garden. A soft breeze blew, causing the trees to rustle and lilies to sway along the banks of the pond. The elf girl sits in the grass, holding the blanket close as she stares at the water quietly.

A frown dances on her lip, "What was that supposed to mean?"

Silence fell before she placed her head in her hands, crying softly to herself as the sun peaks over the hills.

"Lucy?" A man's voice spoke from behind as the sound of footsteps could be heard squishing against the soft ground.

She sniffles and glances behind her, giving a weak smile through the tears, "Yes, Gus?"

The human sits next to her, setting the lantern down and pulling her into his arms, "What's wrong dear?"

"A nightmare.. It's nothing.." she rests her head against his shoulder.

"Want to talk about it?" He rubs her arm.

She whimpers, "It was terrible... The Ironside Battalion was lying in bloodied grass with swords in their backs and bullet wounds in their chest."

"You know that will never happen. I won't let it and neither will our friends." He plants a kiss on her forehead to calm her.

"Do you really think so?" She sniffs and glances up to meet his worried gaze.

"I know so, love. Our friends are always there for us.. Now come on, you need some sleep." Gustian says, giving a reassuring smile.

From the seas...

Hidden behind the gentle hills of Arathi, near the ruins of Stormgarde hid a small docking area for pirates and supply ships. Here would be the unknown ship called 'Bloody Dawn', and here we would find the captain of the mighty vessel.

"Since when do trade routes call you out so far?" A high elf woman asks, tapping her foot against the creaking dock, eyeing the other ship crews.

"Heh.. Eh well.. You see..." A man tries to think of the correct wording, only getting a glare from the woman with much worry behind it.

"Well?" The woman grows antsy, folding her arms under her chest.

Sighing, the half elf gives a small smile, "It'll be fine."

"You're going to do something dangerous aren't you?" She narrows her eyes.

"Eh.. Well you see.. I wouldn't call it.. Dangerous.. I'd call it.. Normal trade routes." The man continues to flounder.

"Vyen..." The woman begins, preparing to chastise him.

"Look. It's fine, I promise. It's just a little mission my brother asked me to do." Vyen holds his hands up as if to calm her worry.

"What?! Why!" She stomps her foot, moving to rest her hands on her hips with a disapproving gaze.

"Oi! What are you two bickering about?" A woman in pirate clothing wanders over, scowling towards them.

"Huh? Uh.. er.." Vyen glances between the woman and his mate.

"We aren't bickering!" The high elf says, turning to stare hostilely.

"I can hear you from up in the hills! Sure as fel is stirring some trou-.. Wait a minute now. Aren't you the two love birds that were bickering back in Darkshire a week ago?" The pirate perks an inquiring brow.

"Maybe. Who on Azeroth are you?" The elf continues.

"V-Vesta.." Vyen tries to chime in, only to get a silencing glare from both women.

Focusing back on the other woman, Ves frowns with a cold gaze that would make most men run for cover, "Who are you?" 

"The warrior from the other night. You two were being all lovely-dovey after that bitch human left." The woman says, unmoved by Vesta's judgmental gaze.

"Hm..." Was all Ves could respond with.

"And who in the void are you two?" The woman asks.

"E-Er.. I'm the Captain of this here ship." Vyen gestures to the vessel behind him.

"Bloody Dawn, eh? Wasn't that a pirate's ship or somethin'?" The woman asks, turning to face the ship with an approving gaze.

"Used to be.. Now it's not." Vyen says, growing a bit more comfortable to speak.

"So where's the Crew of the Bloody Dawn?" The woman says, returning focus to Vyen.

... And new places!

In the coastal town of Ratchet...
"These goblins are really starting to bother me." complained a young, dusty haired woman as she wiped down an ancient vase she had sitting on the table.
"It'll be fine. Just relax. It was an amazing find, the goblins are just jealous that we found it to sell." A young, short haired, draenei says as she taps her hooves against the ground while looking over a letter.
"Who -is- buying the Kaldorei vase?" The human girl says, glancing up.
"Depends.. How much are you hoping to get for it, Maria?" The draenei says, tapping the end of her quill against a piece of parchment.
Taking a closer examination at the vase, the young mage female tilts her head and calculates in her head.
Finally the silence breaks, Maria sits up right and says, "I'd say about a thousand."
The draenei snickers, "A thousand gold?"
"Yep. A thousand, Xaraley." The mage crosses her arms confidently.
Xara laughs quietly, writing down 1,500 gold on the parchment.
"Wonder if the other explorers found anything." Maria says outloud.
"Explorers? You guys are explorers?" A gnome asks, having just walked in.
"Yep. East Kalimdor Trading Co." Xara speaks up, glancing towards the small female.
"Wow! Must be rather big! What kind of things do you trade?" The gnome asks excitedly, her eyes lighting up.
"Well where do we begin.." The draenei says, staring off in thought.

New faces...

In the snowy hills of Grizzly Hills...

Speaking weakly between gasps of air, "Are we... almost.. there.. Sir?" a rookie warrior asks.

"Not much further, kid." A large, well built night elf man says, climbing the mountain with ease as a small blue whelp flutters happily next to him.

"If I.. may ask... Why is.. the garrison... so.. *huff* high up?" The young boy continues taking in sharp breaths.

"Simple. Hard to get to, and a great work out." The elf man chuckles, his whelp blowing a small ring of ice smoke towards him.

The boy grabs onto a cliff edge, trying to gain a footing but the rocks slip from under him, causing an avalanche. Quickly, the elf grabs the boy and whelp, shielding them from the snow and gravel with his body as he braces against a stable cliff face. After a few minutes, the three manage to dig out from the snow as the sound of people shouting could be heard in the distance.

Coughing from the fallen rocks and the dust it had kicked up, the elf finally shouts towards the voices, "We're okay! Down here!"

After several moments, the elf managed to sit the boy on top of the packed snow before climbing out of the hole they had been trapped in. A male elf priest slides carefully down the snow towards the two.

"Are you guys alright?" the priests asks with heavy concern, setting his medical back pack down to check on the boy.

"We're fine, Ralsinath." The taller elf says, dusting a bit of snow off the whelp's wings.

"You sure, Sheikaris? Everyone in the base is worried when they heard the rumbling snow." Ral says as he slips his pack on his belt.

"Yeah. Anyways we should focus on getting this one somewhere to rest and some hot coco." Sheik says, setting the whelp on his shoulder to rest.

"Alright." Ral begins climbing the mountain.

Chuckling, Sheik carries the boy on his back before saying, "Welcome to the Lineage, kid."

... And a stranger friendship.

In a keep hidden amiss the fog and lush green hills, in a large room with a circular table in the center and chandelier hanging high above, sat a woman in a heavy armored skirt and breast plate, her cheek in her right hand as her left hand drummed against the table absentmindedly; Her long tail swished beside her chair as she groaned with boredom. Across the room, leaning against a pillar was a huntress quietly checking her bow over, making sure that it was tuned and battle ready. 
"Where do you think they are, Cait?" The draenei woman finally said, unable to take the silence a moment longer.
"Hm? How should I know?" The huntress glances up with a perked brow.
"Ugh!" The woman stands up, her hooves clicking against the stone floor as she begins to pace.
"What's going on now?" A voice says from the rafters.
Glancing up, the draenei rolls her eyes, "How long do you plan to be up there, Liara?"
High above, near the chain of the chandelier, sat a night elf woman with teal hair, smoking and holding a bottle of rum as she dangles one leg off the rafter.
"Oh you know.." The elf woman named Liara says, taking a swig from the bottle, "About as long as we are to wait on Falen and Yuri."
"They sure are taking their time, I'll admit." Cait says as she slips her bow on her back.
"Well it's not everyday Yuri gives birth." The draenei admits.
"I suppose you are right, Coco." Liara says as she takes another drag of her smoke.
After a moment of silence, the sound of a newborn crying could be heard.
"Congratulations, Mi'lord." Liara says to no one, putting out her cigar.
"And welcome to the Argent Blades, kid." Cait mutters to herself.

A strange calm..

The skies of Northrend were steady, barely a cloud in the sky above Westguard Keep. Standing on the airship dock was a short, purple haired night elf, garbed in plate armor that left little room for movement and a gnome covered in beautiful cloth gowns and a snow white hood that shadowed her face from the beaming sunlight.
"Since when has this damnable land seen sunlight?" the elf growled, crossing her arms stubbornly as she shifts her weight onto her left foot.
"I think it is rather nice. I'm sure the other soldiers of Northblade Vanguard would quite enjoy today." The gnome speaks in a soft and soothing voice.
"Perhaps, too bad they are busy doing chores and sleeping the day away." The elf says as she slips her hair into a pony tail.
The gnome chuckles, "What does that make of you?"
The elf makes a face, grumbling to herself for a moment.
The gnome female continues laughing.
"Relea. Why do you put up with us?" The elf finally speaks.
The gnome grows silent for a moment, pondering before speaking, "I can't really tell you, Rima. There's just something about you guys, makes me proud to be leading you."
Rima smiles gently, staring out towards the ocean. After a moment of silence, two men attempt to sneak up on the girls. One, obviously human though taller then the elf, shrouded in a metal mask and dark, sun-bleached leather armor, and a male gnome that wore his newly polished armor with pride as he grinned under his faded, old hat.
Slowly, the two walk behind the girls, then quickly and playfully they yank the two girls back into their arms.
"Gotcha!" Says the human triumphantly, only to get elbowed in the gut by Rima.
"Hey dear." The male gnomes chuckles, holding her by the waist happily.
Relea blushes light but makes no move to complain.
Rima growls as she spins around to look at the human coldly, "What are you doing?!"
The human chuckles, "Thought it would be a nice surprise."
Rima glares a bit, storming off.
"She's such a grumpy warrior." The gnome male says, planting a kiss on Relea's cheek.
"Yeah but she's MY grumpy warrior, Tweaks." The human says before quickly jogging after her.
"This guild never ceases to amaze." Relea says, glancing back up at the clouds.

The CANLIM Alliance

The C.A.N.L.I.M Alliance of Wyrmrest Accord. Many of you know me as Luicnda, Eliantha, Rhyma, and many more names. This page shall be where I begin... This will be our safe haven, our tracker of information, and above all, our place to help each other. To those unfamiliar with what I mean.. Our community is falling, guilds crumbling, and manners appalling. Here is where I will begin to address the subject in great care. Should you message me with a problem, and be needing an answer, but want to remain unknown, then I will do so cautiously. What most of us cease to acknowledge is one truth: We are together; This is our alliance, this is our home, and this is our families. We will not fall to the likes of Trolls and Daisy Guilds (Guilds that form over night via mass invite). And here.. Here is where we begin...