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Character: Tyralon the Holyblade
Location: Eastern Plaguelands, Light's Hope Chapel
- Tryalon went inside the chapel to see an assortment of Argent Dawn representatives, uncluding the forsaken. He gripped his blade tightly and had a look of disgust behind his helmet.
"How can the Argent Dawn allow them in here. They are the very thing we need to cleanse away.." Tyralon thought, though knowing that he would take no action against it. He took off his helm, going up before a human commander and kneeling.
"Tryalon of Storwmind, at your service my lord" he said bowing his head.
"Rise. We have problems right now and we don't have time for formalities. This may seem rather hasty but we need you on the front now, we'll be sending you with an escort group to the known location of where we think the scourge are at" the commander said.
Tryalon nodded and stood back up, putting his helm back on. The commander briefed him and sent him out, already leaving with a battalion of soldiers to where they were suppose to surpress any possible enemies.
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Character: Tyralon the Holyblade
Location: Eastern Plaguelands
- Tyralon carried his massive claymore on his back, his boots clanking on the ground as he marched. However even in that noise he could hear humming. He turned his head to see a priest, staring into the space in front of her as if daydreaming.
"Odd gal"
Tyralon thought, the battalion getting closer to the known scourge location.
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Character: Tyralon the Holyblade
Location: Eastern Plaguelands
- Tryalon gripped his blade, filling it with holy force. The sight of the ghoul almost catching them did not pass by him well, his battalion nearly breached.
"Keep a better eye out men, or you will die to the scourge" the paladin said, all of them taking their weapons out and constantly scanning around them.
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Character: Tyralon the Holyblade
Location: Eastern Plaguelands
- "I truly am baffled by the way you see things. Though most men in Stormwind might take advantage of that" Tryalon said, some of the soldiers laughing a bit. The group walked foward for a few minutes when they could hear fighting up ahead, the sounds of screams in the air.
"To battle!" Tryalon yelled, his huge claymore in the air as he ran foward, Light swirling around him.
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Character: Tyralon the Holyblade
Location: Eastern Plaguelands
- A deadly explosion of blight came from behind, killing three of his men instantly and stunning a few others that had been knocked away from the shockwave. Now only about seventeen of them were left, Tyralon looking around to see where it came from.
Heading towards them was a skeletal warhorse, charging fast.
"None will challenge the might of the Alliance!" he yelled, running at high speed towards the attacker and leaping into the air preparing to cleave the horsemen in half with his claymore.
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Character: Tyralon the Holyblade
Location: Eastern Plaguelands
- Tyralon raised his hand fast, catching the blade in his plate glove, though the glove dented a bit.
"There's a reason why I wear armor, idiot" Tyralon said before swiping his opponent's feet with his legs, causing the enemy to fall to his back. Tyralon rolled away fast with his claymore pressed against him, standing up and pointing his weapon at the scourge.
The other had already been up, his blade out now.
"Face judgement you damned scourge!" Tyralon yelled, consecrating the ground with holy fire, his men from his battalion running to aid him.
(( OOC - Edit: Going to bed, night ))
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