The City of Stormwind

[shrosarias]

Shrosarias was walking down the pathway to the visitors center, looking for more wanted signs. He had just captured his last foe, and needed more money to get the bow from the auction house.

I hope there isn't another warlock to hunt down. That last nearly killed us. Though his companion, sending it through their mental link.
Don't worry. We were caught off guard last time. It won't happen again. Thought Shrosarias, as he wandered into the center.

"Hmmm." He said aloud. No criminals on the loose today,
Thank the elders. Said his companion, Now we have some time to rest.

"Hmm I haven't really explored the rest of stormwind" Said Shrosarias, wandering out into the pathways.

[kaioon]

Kaioon juggled her coin purse lightly in one hand. The small leather sack was markedly lighter then it had been prior to her visit to the Auction house.

“Now you will have those delivered to The Blessed Steel, please. It is in the Cathedral square.” She patiently explained in fractured common to the lad beside the auctioneer.

“Oi, yes ma’am.” The boy tipped his hat to her.

Her bid had been successful, but the prices for extra-azerothian ores such as adamantite had risen steeply. She wondered if it was time for another ore gathering expedition but quickly shrugged off the idea of returning to Dreanor so soon.

Life was peaceful here in Stormwind City. A comparatively idyllic sanctuary to the turbulent and fractured world now known as Outland. Her months here allowed for a degree of blissful forgetfulness.

Ducking her head slightly to avoid the perilously small door-frames that plagued human architecture, she left the warm wooden floor of the Auction house and stepped onto the worn cobblestone masonry of the Stormwind streets. The cheerful bustle of humanity swarmed around her and flowed like a river. A sea of faces, going to and fro on a myriad of tasks to numerous to be counted.

She enjoyed these strange little people, with their bright eyes and their busy ways. Always in motion! Often she would watch them, perched on a park bench. And just as often they would watch her; a creature still strange to their eyes. Their curious stares did her no harm...

She sighed as she caught her mind drifting.

“To the task at hand.” She announced to no one in particular as she set one hoofed foot in front of the next.

[elizana]

Meanwhile elsewhere on the Cathedral of Light within the training rooms of the paladins...

Someone was rather busy sparing or rather simply sparing multiple opponents at the same time. The sounds of steel against steel clashing one another would be heard even amongst the holy silence of the Cathedral. Sweat drops from her brow as she stands silently in a defensive stance, waiting paitently for the next group to try and get the best of her. Her holy shield on one hand and a sparing sword in the other...

I need to fight harder....I need to be stronger.....stronger than him!

Her teeth clentched while in her thoughts as the next three paladins would charge at her, all retribution/offensive paladins at three different directions. With that her eyes narrowed and prepared herself just she had the blocked the first blow with her shield...

"Too slow Tabin! Use your wrists more and strike!"

She had said to the paladin that first struck her and blocked his double handed sword with her shield. She then struck back with her shield forward and right towards his face which promptly sends him to the ground. Her head only turned when the second paladin came at her with a sword at her left side which she then sidesteped just in time to avoid if only to knee the guy onto his gut. Which in essense had followed it with an elbow onto the downed Paladin's back section of his neck, sending him down to the ground with her sword arm.

Just then the third paladin came at her with a leaping downward strike at her, only to be blocked with her shield. Which then prompted her to throw the paladin a small distance away from her with her shield as a means to do so.

"..."

Only silence emerged from her lips as she watches her armored opponents get up slowly from her counterattacks. Although rather slowly it would seem as she sighed to herself if only to retreat towards main halls of the Cathedral. If anything but to reflect on her path towards her ultimate goal. Perhaps even more to see if Rock and Lynn had returned from their studies in the meantime.

[kritanakom]

Silver sashes.
Silver sheilds.
Silver swords.
A silver sun rising over a black landscape.
All gathered together on the silvery white stones of stormwind city.

The Argent Dawn recruiting officers patrol the vicinity of the trade district, looking for potential champions, arcanists, and even potential fel-researchers amongst the peasants and villagers. The fact of the matter was that there were too few wearing the silver sun and black tabard to break the ranks of the scourge. It was time for new heroes to rise.

It was time for a new Dawn to rise over Northrend.

((This is a blatant advertisement for a new WoW Rp guild:
azerothroleplay.proboards100.com/index.cgi?board=ooc&action=display&thread=215
but hopefully it can be incorporated in some way to this ongoing Stormwind City, heh))