The Battle of Dreadmist Peak
Autumn comes on and the air around Dreadmist's summit remains unchanged. This place is resistant, the evil haze unchanged, as if mastering the weather around it. It never rains or snows, never gusts more than a little, the sun never shines brightly.
The remains of the caravan from Orgrimmar depart southward, and your father too heads off.
What's more concerning to you than your surroundings are the slowly gathering bands of centaur on the plains below. You went hunting with a few others and noticed it first because you didn't actually manage to catch any prey, though you found several places where animals had been butchered which were now being picked over by vultures.
Later you watch from the Peak as more and more parties move across the plains, coalescing in a party of several thousand centaur. You don't see specifics but it's clear an army is gathering around the oases on the southern side of the mountain, blocking the road toward Stonetalon.
You guess that rather than coming directly from Desolace this is the collected might of the Kolkar in the Barrens and given the disorganised nature of the centaur bands you've encountered so far you're quite surprised they've been able to gather up so many so quickly. Clearly there's some greater power at work, and clearly this gathering has been organised. They assemble in weeks and slowly begin to surround the mountain.
The two trolls you picked up out on the plains try to leave during the night but turn up later bloodied, though uninjured, having managed to sneak through a few patrols but hit a party of more heavily armed centaur.
Once your position is clear a conference is held between the various parties on the mountain. The elders dominate the conversation at first, but grow silent when Akinos speaks, bowing to his greater experience. Neither the elders nor Akinos seem overly concerned, though for different reasons. The elders make many references to their upcoming ritual and how they could use it to defeat the centaur, no doubt through some great summoning or similar Fel magic, while Akinos puts faith in the strength of a shield wall on the narrow path up the mountain, the same tactic you used in your own brief battle previously.
"Can we rely on them attacking us? Or must we consider a sortie?" one of the elders asks.
"They will attack." you reply, "They rely on the land just as much as we do and they'll hunt this area clean soon enough."
Akinos nods, "Nor do the centaur have enough patience for a siege. They'll come up the path roaring and we'll smash them back."
"What of their shaman? I'm confident in my own abilities but they outmatch us in magic also." Sarilus the Mage says.
"We will deal with them." the elder replies, "Their magics are crude, they're no match for the Fel."
Two competing impulses run though you as the battle approaches. You don't feel scared, quite the opposite actually you're looking forward to your first large engagement! You feel now is the chance to finally prove yourself to all who've doubted you, to Akinos, to the elders of the clan and to your own warband, even perhaps to Nazgrel and the Warchief for if this isn't opposing the centaur you're not sure what would be.
Excitement, perhaps longing is the first emotion.
The second though is apprehension. The old fear, the self-doubt you've experienced often before when you try as hard as you can to prove yourself, to demonstrate your worthiness to the clan, to the Horde, your worthiness to lead. You father commanded you to bring him honour and you know performing badly here, bringing shame, highlighting the weakness others have commented on will not end well for you.
Intending to clear your mind you sit in meditation, breathing deeply before one of the fires on the summit, without thinking you slip into the rhythm you've practiced when looking into the flames and you start to see things, flashes of different fires over the Barrens, activity among the sparse woods or over the rolling plains. Then you feel something looking back at you, a shadow or corruption, a spectre ahorse, riding with the centaur. You feel the thing salute you, nodding as if before joining battle.
There remains a little time left to prepare…
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But after that it's time, the centaur swarm across the plains, the blood-haze of the mountain seems to roil in excitement and the ground shakes.
Order of Battle
The Burning Blade of Dreadmist Peak
10 Elder Warlocks, capable of demonic and elemental magics, the most skilled and knowledgeable of the clan
10 Acolytes, firethrowers and shadowcallers, serving the elders to acquire greater power
20 Cultists, warriors wearing Searing Collars, their swords alight as they charge into battle
40 Grunts, the anvils of the Horde
50 Grok'mash's Warband, a mixed troops of Burning Blade clansmen, deserters and strays commanded by the warrior Scorn
Sarilus Foulborne, Forsaken Mage and Alchemist
Akinos, Blademaster of the Burning Blade
Grok'mash, Aspirant Blademaster
The Kolkar of the Barrens
Krom'zar, Warlord of the Kolkar and his is lieutenants; Barak Kodobane, Hezrul Bloodmark and Verog the Dervish
300 bonded warriors with armour and good weapons
1650 low ranked centaur with various equipment
50 shaman
A Dark Rider
The situation and terrain
Dreadmist Peak is a small mountain in the northern Barrens, a dry land of wide grassland and savannah. Periodically oases can be found, as well as patches of forest where animals congregate. Many of these oases now serve as camps for the Kolkar. Further south is the Crossroad, a Horde settlement. Dreadmist Peak has steep, though not insurmountable slopes with a single treacherous path leading to the summit. The Kolkar will attack soon. You haven't received word of whether the Horde garrison at the Crossroads is aware of the attack, but you know they won't be able to reach you before Kolkar move in.
Your choices
You observe that although a consensus appears to have been reached no one is actually in command. From the various orcs of rank, command could fall to one of the elders, Akinos, or yourself. If you take command you'll be able to claim credit for any victory, which given the size of the enemy you know will be influential given this appears to be the majority of centaur in the Barrens. You think it likely if you try to take command you'll be accepted as the elders will be busy with their ritual and Akinos likely in the thick of the fighting.
Without interference the various parties will go to their respective duties and the battle will commence. If you decide to take command you can order forces as you necessary.
Do you take command?
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[ ] Do not take command
If you have taken command, how do you direct the forces of the Burning Blade? This may include your general strategy, particular tactics, and your own place in the battle.
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