The Silver Gauntlet is a Elite force, Who seek to destroy the evil that threaten our world.
We work togheter, combining our talents, and our strenghts. Cooperating with other forces, all to make this a better world.
If you got what it takes, or have an offer which you think we can't resist, contact us!
The Silver Gauntlet reside in Hearthglen, Western Plaguelands. For Tirion and for the Light!
| | 9-07-12 [X] | Neewy |
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Kal'Dorei Hired Blade looking for work. Have experience in Contract Killing, Assassination and Bounty Hunting. Horde targets preferred but will take Alliance targets if price is right. Contact "Amethyst" in Booty Bay. | | 9-07-12 [X] | Dragmar |
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Every other month, traders, travellers, soldiers, and craftsmen of the north gather in the garrison city of Hearthglen to trade, gossip, and barter under the watchful and caring eye of the Argent Crusade. Horde or Alliance, dead or alive, today we all meet as friends. | | 3-07-12 [X] | Koriandr |
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Lok'tar Ogar, warriors of the Horde!
The Moklohn Command seek proud new warriors to fill their ranks. Do you have the strength to defend your Horde and bring death to the Alliance? If you believe so, seek out the Moklohn Command in Orgrimmar and state your interest in war!
Signed-
Warlord Braillor Spirithorn, Champion Mahara Stonehand, General Gorkosh, Champion Ikata Stormcloud, Legionnaire Naltokt Rushhoof of the Moklohn Command
| | 30-06-12 [X] | Braillor |
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Throm-ka, warriors of the Horde, do yo have what it takes to be one of the elites? one of the iron fist of the Horde and its Warcheif? We're looking for warriors who are fit enough to join our cause, seek out Warseer Stormfury if you can push yourself to the limits.
Signed:
Warseer Razkul Stormfury; of the Kor'kron Offensive. | | 22-06-12 [X] | Razkul |
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During the evening of the 18th day of the month, a ship set sail from Ratchet to reach Booty Bay! Though it never arrived! Aboard was a nomadic groud known as The Tawaporah Taisha and they may have been captured or drowned. If anyone saw pirates or mercenaries take over the ship or even saw a shipwreck, please let Baron Revilgaz know a.s.a.p.! We do appreciate your coöperation!
Sincerely, Fleet Master Seahorn. | | 19-06-12 [X] | Brall |
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A poster placed on several walls in all districts within Silvermoon, indicating the rise of a new, blood-elven company: The Sunstorm Regiment.
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I am looking for crew. If you feel like you have what it takes to live on sea and hunt for treasures and riches, seek a goblin who dresses in red and wields an iron fist. These are traits I most want to see:
- Fighters
- Navigator
- Carpenter
- Cook
- Doctors / Menders
If you are interested, you might want to start your search from Booty Bay.
-With Greedy Regards: Captain Redhat of The Red Sun.
| | 15-06-12 [X] | Archim |
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The Magisters Council.
After years of beeing away the magisters council has returned home and is back on recruiting young students, instructors, warlocks, blood mages and guardians.
We strife for the restoration of our beloved home of Quel'Danas and Quel'Thalas.
Politic's, military and alliances are to be made.
Seek me or one of my men out within the city of silvermoon.
My reguards,
Lady Mystic 'Mistique' Bloodoath Le'Fay. | | 5-06-12 [X] | Fariha |
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Thorush, an Orc Death Knight is wanted for the attempted murder of Pack Leader Trhag Ragehoof. The pack leader of the Warband of the Wolf was found laying aside the barracks surrounded by his own blood, a Mok'lohn recruit luckily healed him before we lost this great warrior.
Whoever finds Thorush and brings his head or the Death knight alive and in chains to the Warlord of the Mok'lohn Braillor Spirithorn, Pack Leader Trhag Ragehoof, or Grumthar Maimfist will receive the honour of avenging the pack leader, and a hefty sum of four hundred gold. | | 4-06-12 [X] | Braillor |
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In a long void of nothingness, a small fissure appears. And as I slowy drift towards it, I can see a place I know, The bench I like to sit at in Cathedral Square! As I try and try to reach it, and I slowly get drawn into it, and strange tingling sensation grips me. To my dispare, the fissure slowy folds in on itself, and as I slowly drift around it, A scream and shout, trying to go thought. But it is know use. I slowly continue to drift thought the Darkness | | 4-06-12 [X] | Clich |
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