Go And Get Your Armor...

[Oneille]

((After the events that took place in Stonetalon Mountains the other night I am sure that many spirits are broken, though it may seem a defeat I wanted to say not all battles are of sword and shield. Meet a one Sergeant Carter Epsilon of Stormwind City, a soldier and veteran of many wars. Keep in mind the story is of a perspective that I take on what others might hold about "king" Hinik and crew. It's all fiction but then again this is fantasy so let's live alittle! Anyway this is Carter's take on how he greets the Kingship entering Stormwind. This story is also on the aspect of me going on a tagent in Vent the other night...I am not sure what was happening, but here is something to set up future fan fiction in regards to the war between Kingship and Nyx!))

Elwynn Forest the serene countryside of the Alliance. This homeland to the humans stands guarded by dedicated men and women whose Lion emblazed plate shines unmarred by knicks of war. Valiant warriors trained in the mighty arts of combat and defense salute the denizens seeking Stormwind City for refuge. It's evening now in Elwynn Forest and a guard passes through the main gate of Stormwind a latern in tow as he is flanked by his men.

"Oi!" calls a gruff voice from afar catching the attention of the guards. In unison a clanking of plate armor turns about to notice a dwarven paladin striding atop his warhorse to the commander of the outfit.

Sergeant Epsilon holds out his latern it's dim glow fading between the setting sun and the evolving nightime, "Identify yourself dwarf! I'll have no trouble at this hour, tis time for curfew best speak your peace else off with ya!"

Epsilon's brow furrowed as the paladin dismounted and a golden eagle tabard flashed into view. Growling under his breath the hagged veteran nodded to his second in command, Epsilon shoved his latern into his fellow soldier's hand realizing what was happening.

"I guess there is no need to identify who you are then. I damn well know who you are," Epsilon and company stood at full attention as the dwarf nodded. Without ceremony the paladin dismounted and leaped from his horse. Landing with a thud the dwarf patted his warhorse and shifted in his armor as the troop closed in on him.

"Aye you know who I be and my sire..." before the dwarf finished his thought Epsilon cut him off.

"Aye sire!" the sergeant spat, "Now look here dwarf I'll not be having..." Sergeant Epsilon's voice trailed as the sound of hoof beats and heavy armor broke the tension. Eyes furrowing still Epsilon groaned his veins straining, the ever developing sense of dread building.

The arrival of Kingship of the East clarified the inevitable. Sergeant Epsilon disregarded the dwarf and hollared out to the men on duty, "Oi! Hold! We've incoming stand yer ground but give 'em no lead!" Epsilon grew furious as a so called "king" sallied forth with his garrisons. Everyone in Stormwind City and the Alliance knew all too well the victories Kingship had over the Horde.

Let it be known King Valarian was home. He welcomed the aspect of destroying the Horde but not at the bequest of some battle hungry braggart. Valarian often praised Hinik and his men yet the current state of problems in Northrend left the King less than amused. If Sergeant Epsilon had it his way the Kingship would be denied entry to Alliance territory altogther. Just so happen that Epsilon had a nephew who enlisted with Hinik and the same nephew died fighting senselessly against Horde and all for the sake of some fool's damned quest for glory.

"Hathery!" yelled Epsilon, "I'll be leaving ye in charge I've got to tell the king we've...'honored' guests."

Hathery nodded. Grant Hathery knew the reason for the change in leadership. Signaling the men to make way the young officer hollared at the gate watchmen to sound a call. Trumpets blared as the Kingship rallied outside forming into a filed order. Atop his stallion Hinik strode into Stormwind along with his new wife both flanked by their personal guard. Hinik had a smug look about himself (when did he not!) and he knew tonight he'd be honored by the king of Stormwind with acolades and maybe even a feast!

Sergeant Epsilon watched the pathetic excuse of a battlegroup file through the streets of Stormwind each character smug and pretencious.

"Damn them all!" Growled the veteral soldier as he went to the Dwarven District of Stormwing trying to escape the folly he was witnessing. This joke seemed to saturate the once peaceful routine of Epsilon.

Bounding a corner the dark skinned sergeant bumped into a figure obviously much shorter than he. Blinking then preparing to curse Epislon stopped himself noticing who he ran into.

"Greetings Sergeant Epsilon!" piped the high pitched voice of a one Milly Snozzletorque. "Forgive my abrupt intrusion upon your personal space but after much observation I'd conclude we've run into one another."

Milly beamed at the human warrior her always cherry cheeks bright against her fair skin. Hard to imagine Milly was older than Epsilon yet looked a child. Milly set to work picking up her fallen bag her three pigtails flailing about as she did. As the lime green hair settle back into place Milly began to ponder, "Shouldn't a Stormwind guard such as you be at post?"

"Milly tis true I must head to post but..." sighing heavily Epsilon clenched his fists tightly the leather underneath squeezing as he did.

"Hmm? Sergeant I detect animosity and by your tone I would say Kingship of the East yes?" Gnomish eyes searched his twinkling as they did.

"Astute to no end," he said, "but Milly my nephew went into their ranks a year ago and after the incident near the Durotar border my family will never forgive, never!"

"I understand." Milly's cerub face soured into remorse, "Renther was a good boy. A strong soldier and a capable warrior. He made us all proud."

Pointing into the direction of the Deep Run Tram, Milly waddled over to the station Epsilon following behind. Gripped by anger and emotional exhaustion Carter Epsilon walked along with his friend. Years ago young Renther Epsilon begged for his uncle to take him through the tram service. Carter agreed and for a young child the journey to and from cities on the tram was a treat! Now the old soldier stares onward as he and his companion traverse the underground railway for a new destination.

"Odd the tram seems to be traveling slower than normal. I believe if the gears were calibrated, oh nevermind! My prattling is a sure sign I am worn!"

"Milly, the only reason I ran tail on the Kingship was Renther..." feeling defeated Carter slumped to a side beam on the tram looking off to the undersea creatures they passed through the system. "When he needed me most...uncle Carter could not be reached..."

"Blame is often a sign of troubled minds, Carter." Milly watched as the cold stone countence of her friend grew tighter.

"Where was I? Why didn't I go and get my armor?" for the rest of the night all that followed was silence.