Mrs. Dawnfield,

The Legion's Dreadnought the HLS Tyrant is ready to volunteer for your operation, the Echos of Theramore. The Tyrant is specifically designed with this kind of mission in mind. Commissioned a little over a year ago for the March of the Legion campaign, the Tyrant combines state of the art hull plating with new advancements in cannon fire. At 300 feet in length and a displacement of over 6,000 tons the Tyrant is the crowned jewel of the Legion's northern…

Looking into the Mirror

The Alliance for years has hounded us, hunted us, put us on trial for what? For slaying Horde civilians? Killing peons who toil in the fields to give weapons to their stronger brethren? Could they not see the chain of events. Could they not see that one peon who mined ore gave to a blacksmith who smelted it and gave to a warrior who wielded it? These events had to be stopped and to do that the chain must be broken.

Now, these very same…

Warchief Kormok,

It pleases me greatly to have confirmed my suspicion that you are literate. I had heard otherwise from a certain Human priest with a red hat who you may have ran into on occasion. Now that we have dispensed with the formalities of hating each other if you would just kindly send forth a note of rebellion friendly homesteaders or areas you would rather us not operate in we can avoid the loss of civilian life. Otherwise rebellious civilians might indeed…

*The seal of this letter has no doubt been broken, the contents magically scanned for any curses, poisons or other ne'er do wells*

Warchief Kormok,

I hope this letter can reach you. Correspondence between our kind is difficult at best.It has been over a year since I saw you in the midst of battle at Desolation Hold. How the world has changed for you to deliver your axe into the foe I was hunting down. I write you not to thank you, though controlling that…

Unbelievable Kelsus thought to himself.

The meeting with the Phantom Legion and its leader Benjamin Monroe had been predictably terrible as relations have always been strained with the warriors of ebon and crimson to the original Conjurers Court to the recently forged Alliance Protectorate but the recent meeting at the Blue Recluse had crossed a terrible line of honor and civility upon the Wizard.

They had spoken about killing civilians, non-combatants,…

Archmage Hadson,

I feel I owe you an explanation over the deaths of eight of your soldiers under my command. Yes, their losses were sad but I need not remind you that the Legion lost nearly four times the number. The Sixth Siege of Fort Talon was all about speed and I assure you, besides the Second Siege it suffered the least amount of losses in the hands of the attackers out of all Six. You compare the 49 total dead to the losses suffered at the Naga's Fourth Siege or the…

((This is to explain what we came across last night in the RP Raid that we did))

Salixa,

I'm writing you to inform you of the mission late last night. Several of us ventured into the Otherworld as planned and headed to Blackrock Mountain, a Twilight's Hammer sanctuary in the middle of the Golden Horde territory. From what we can tell the Dark Iron Dwarves of this world have all been enslaved by the Golden Horde. They're digging Dark Iron at an alarming rate, expanding…

A massacre is what I predicted and that's exactly what happened. I hope a lesson like this won't soon be forgotten. "One eye is taken for an eye." Literally, poor Captain Nitefold. I also hope he would except my invitation to Moonglade. Whatever grudge he seems to hold against me, I hope it won't get in the way of us moving forward. We need to work together more now than ever.

"One eyes is taken for an eye."

Yes it's good. We won, finally gaining some ground…

The three wagons were pulled in front of Booty Bay during the night. Their gruesome cargo left sitting in the humid jungle overnight and by midday the day after the Sixth Siege of Fort Talon the smell had ripen to a new high. It clung in the air, causing the Booty Bay residents to send out Bruisers. No contact had been heard from their newly acquired Fort Talon they took in retaliation for the Legion's missteps which caused severe destruction to Booty Bay less than two months…

Captain,

Our forces stand poised to retake Fort Talon after losing it to an incursion of Goblins. The Legion, a pack of relatively friendly ogres, and the Blue Guardians are all taking part in the Fifth Siege of Fort Talon and could use you and any guardsmen who volunteer's aid. I hope this letter reaches you in good health and if you decide to come it will be this coming Thursday at 10 PM.

-Baron Monroe

The Elder Baron heaved the large box of opium filled syringes into a cabinet space in his saloon. It was the reward he received from the Otherworld. While there the Legion and the Blue Guardians met with a Mogu who pointed them in the right direction. It was strange seeing a Mogu as the submissive to a Pandaren. It seemed almost unnatural but in the order of things it seemed somewhat poetic in Mac's mind. The Legion had stood up for the Mogu against his oppressive Pandaren master. Everyone…

Father,

I have infiltrated this fake Phantom Legion on the other side of the portal. It hasn't been without issues, however. Their Major, Salixa strongly sees through my disguise. I do not know how but I suspect the Moon Elf has known the fake Baron for a long time and can pick up on small changes. It's not a perfect fit. This Baron Monroe is known for his blood lust. As my father knows, I have a hands off approach and would rather my soldiers charge forth so I can keep better…

Fort Talon…

We did a RP last night where I was on Machiaveli. It was just a impromptu thing after our event but a lot of the newer roleplayers hadn't ever actually met Old Mac before. So here's a post from the old forums about him. Here's something from the March of the Legion Storyline.

A last Winter Veil

August 25, 2011

Machiaveli leaned against the door frame of the quarantine section of Dun Garok. There were…

Syvbar departed from here two nights ago with the intentions of returning home. It was  good to see her again as  time goes it seems that I see less of her while keeping to heart that the rarity of her escapades here will increase in number. For so long I have  watched her pale and wither away beneath the bitter cloud of melancholy-over…

OOC: Due to the graphic nature of this RP skit-it can not be posted here in its entire--But for those who know me (Syvbia) and enjoy following my RP stories-this should be a little- tease.(This Rp thread has an off hand connection to The Rescue of Baby Victor)…

On January 7th, The accused, John Darsons, was found guilty of both mass murder and attempted murder. Mr. Darsons was represented by Benjamin Monroe, acting as defense council. Than Gnimblesprocket was the acting Prosecutor.

Upon hearing the verdict, I, Honorable Judge Command Sergeant Major Tyom Maze, sentenced the guilty to life in prison for the charge of mass murder, and for him to work and do labor for the Phantom Legion, the group in which he attempted to murder. He will be…

OOC- This journal coincides with the Evea's RP journal- A Toast to Thee

It was a small handsome box crafted out of Eversong cherry wood that had been polished to a high shine. About the box was a bold, crisp blood red velvet ribbon with an unmarked golden seal upon its front. It wasn't a heavy buox but one that felt important enough to maintain a balanced hand with while carrying it, and Jhyra did just that once it was  given to her from the…

Attention Micro Breweries!

The Blue Recluse will at the start of the new year begin serving local micro breweries from around Stormwind (and further!). These small businesses are an important aspect of the local economy and we will be proud partners with those business men and women to take part. Bring your cases to a Legionnaire officer for testing and get that great taste from home out into the…

Tonight I saw a grown man break down and cry. He was a machine built for one purpose- built for war. John Darsons was his name, born in Lorderon, he fought his way through the third war. Mental scars like that don't just disappear. They have a way of building on someone. He eventually found his way into the Legion. Served in the March of the Legion campaign, lost his best bud retaking Dun Garok when the Wretched Souls first besieged it. John Darsons didn't die though. He kept marching along…