The seventh Rastari Cohort
They emerged from the undergrowth, each one a dizzying burst of colour in the darkness of the jungle. Leering faces, strange and chaotic scenes of long-forgotten battles and intricate murals dedicated to the profane loa glared out from the hardened wood of the shields.
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More like a phalanx of red-plumed golems than the common trollish rabble, the column came to a halt and stood in silence, as if to give their foes either a moment to make their peace or at least enjoy the artistry of the cohort…
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Or the Painted Shields as they are commonly known. So named after their group’s traditions of painting their shields, the cohort now marches in the name of the Horde, gifted as aid to the infamous Saurfang Legion by a powerful Zanchuli associate hoping to gain yet more power in the chaos that follows the union between the Horde and the Empire.
The Legend of the Shields |
Soldiers of an once-dominant empire struggling against its decline and fighting for a new golden age for the trollish people, even if it means working with those that may have once been so far beneath them. Dressed in beaten golden and crested in opulent plumes, the imperial soldiers of the Golden Throne march out to show Azeroth just why their people once held dominion over much of the known world
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