Assault on Darnassus
The War of the Thorns had begun.
She began this skeptical, questioning her Dark Lady’s judgement, but still... hopeful. Perhaps Sylvanas was right. The Alliance had already struck once without provocation, what was to stop them from doing so with Azerite? Lynnetta accepted her warchief’s call to arms, though she had come to believe that there was still a chance to settle things peacefully.
(And killing Malfurian was NOT something that she would go through with, but she could find a way around this in time. Better to cross that bridge when she came to it.)
But... things quickly took a turn for the worst. It was one thing to invade a town for strategic purposes. But did they really NEED to take Astranaar by poison? Even she, a rogue herself, questioned this. It was all she could to do keep from slitting Lorash’s throat when he spilled the blood of civilians as well as sentinels. Of course, even he had to back down when the Shadowblade ordered him to focus on only soldiers.
But there was only so much that one soldier of the Horde can to to try and evacuate the innocent before the rest of the army arrived. She sent Lorash on ahead to inform the warchief that it was time to assault the town in full force, and used the precious time left get out the rest of the citizens who had not managed to flee yet. It was then that her friend Netsy arrived, sent by the Alliance to scout ahead and investigate.
As you can imagine, the meeting was... tense. The two women may have been friends, but both were first and foremost members of their own, opposite factions. However, Lynnetta was able to warn the worgen that Sylvanas had plans to kill Malfurian, before sending her away as the rest of the army arrived.
Lynnetta rejoined her warchief as the first clash with Malfurian was coming to a peak, and was thankful when he evaded her wrath, though was unable to express this. She was still following her leader’s orders, yes, but with more doubt in her heart than ever before. She knew that the wall of wisps would not stop the Dark Lady. There was more yet to come. The two returned to Zoram’gar to plan the next move. Here, Lynnetta was joined by several other of her guildmates. Viel, Eshrose, Nicage, and Freckle were there to aid in the assault on the world tree. Vain was notably absent, and had been ever since things had become more heated between the two factions.
Feelings in the group were... mixed.
Viel was of the same mind as Lynnetta; what they were doing was wrong, but they were stuck between a rock and a hard place. What could they truly do? Sylvanas was on the warpath, and nothing could stop her. And it wasn’t like they could simply stop now. If they were to abandon the fight, it would be treason. Let alone if they were to try and warn the enemy of their warchief’s plans.
Eshrose, while she agreed with the leader and vice-leader, was far more concerned about Netsy. The two hadn’t seen one another since the warrior had returned to Stormwind following the defeat of the legion. She worried that her girlfriend would be among the army that opposed them. Lynnetta hesitated, but told her of her own meeting with the worgen, which caused Eshrose to leave, going out to search for her.
Freckle remained more neutral, pointing out that they were at war, and had been for years now. Why was this any worse than some of the other battles they had fought against the Alliance? None of their hands were clean of blood, after all. She would come to change her mind, of course, in the coming battles in Darkshore, but for the moment, tried to remain the voice of reason.
Nicage, as always, was hungry for what was coming. Ever at odds with the rest, he accused his friends of treasonous thoughts, and relished in the opportunity to wage war, at last, against the alliance. As an argument broke out, he and Lynnetta came to blows, and were only separated by Viel, who, with the power of the Light, split up the two undead before they could do any real damage.
Nicage announced that he was leaving the guild, and went to join the rest of the Horde in battle.
Back in the remains of Astranaar, Netsy returned with a portion of the Alliance army. The Horde had already cleared out, leaving behind death and destruction in their wake. She struggled to come to terms with what they had done. She knew that not all in the Horde supported this, but it was still alarming to entertain the thought that some of her friends might.
After clearing out a few lingering assassins in the town (none of them, thankfully, anyone she knew) Netsy returned to Darnassus, unaware that Eshrose had gone out looking for her.
Back on Darkshore, Lynnetta and the remaining guild members marched with the Horde army, following orders for the time being. All hope for peace was quickly dwindling as they aided in the battle against the night elves, though the three women were relieved that they seemed to be at a stalemate, for the time being. Surely, this wouldn’t last for long.
Soon Saurfang would return with the rest of their forces, and by then... it would be too late. In end end, the three had to hold out hope that Eshrose would find Netsy, and be able to get out a warning so that Lor’danel could be evacuated before the army reached it.
