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An evening in Dalaran. ((Open rp))
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R1TeR
((good time to put my troll mage into action))
Rin'Jin is rather young for a troll but he is vary skilled for a troll mage and specializes in frost magic.Rin'Jin had just finished up a meeting for the Dalaran mages though he was not a council member he was still given the honor to be in the chamber during the meetings.After the meetings Rin'Jin liked to watch the various people of Dalaran shop and conversate when Rin'Jin notcied a vary well armored deathknight walk through the crowd.
Rin'Jin knew from the scent of magic that this person was giving off he was a deathknight, Rin'Jin does not like deathknights vary much even though they may be free from the lich kings will they were still were once controlled by him.
"I'll follow this person for a while and see what happens"Rin'Jin thought to himself trying not to be to obvious follow him.
((ooc what race is you guy Adam i dident catch it in your post))
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Rin'Jin had followed the deathknight through Krasus Landing and Runeweaver Square when the deathknight arrived at the entrance of Sunreaver Sanctuary he took a seat across from the guard entrance and started to stare down the guards.
"What is this guy doing"wondered Rin'Jin leaning agianest a wall just behind the deathknight
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Takenobo
Tak was sitting ontop of the roofs of the many buildings here in Dalaran, wearing his dark leather armor with a dark reddish cape. With his 2 trusty daggers at his side, all was right in the world, well as right as the world can be with undead minions wanting to destroy all life. When he noticed the blue-eyed armor claded warrior stroll along and sat down on a bench. Tak is a Night Elf rogue, and excells at infiltration and just being plain old sneaky. He has never encountered a person like this before and decided to keep an eye on him. Sticking to the roof-tops he was above this mysterious person, and just within ear-shot should he speak to anyone.
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R1TeR
((ooc lol everybody is following adambomb))
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Takenobo
(ooc lol yea, Tak has never encountered a dk before so he is curious.)
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R1TeR
Rin'Jin decided to apporch the deathknight and try to talk to him
"What are you doing here human"Rin'Jin said to the deathknight from behind
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Takenobo
Tak had heard the troll ask the Blue-eyed person a question but the noise of guards shouting at stating that he was tresspassing on Horde territory had taken the majority of his thoughts. mildly agitated at being spotted by such mindless guards, Tak quickly withdrew from his perch among the rooftops and headed back towards the more friendlier (well to him) Alliance territory. Before he left however he had one last thought to himself.
"I shall keep an eye on this blue-eyed warrior, he may be of use to me"
and with that he was off!
Post by
Achloryn
((this is my first real spin at open RP so please be kind :D))
Sneaking through a portal that was not summoned for him was not a new experience. If a mage is foolish enough to leave his portal open for a few seconds longer than was needed, why should he not use it to ease his travels? However, this portal took him somewhere he had never been before. In spite of this he knew peering through the mystical haze just where his destination lay. Dalaran... The city of magic. The safehaven for the combined races of Azeroth from the horrors of Northrend. This was a safe place... certainly safer than anything he could have ever considered home before.
The tall, dark haired, dark eyed stranger stepped through the mystical barrier, closing his eyes and clutching his bag tightly across his chest as he went. The sensation never gets easier, no matter how many portals he had crossed through over the years. The first thing that caught his attention were the sounds of foreign tongues he was not used to hearing without the association of danger. He heard snippets of Taurae, Troll, Orcish, and what he believed was Thalassian, but he couldn't be sure. Of course, intersparsed with this were the familiar languages he had known. Dwarvish, Darnassian, Gnomish, and Common as well. He opened his eyes and noticed himself standing in a violently purple room with strange glyphs and carvings around the wall. He slowly slipped through a wide archway leading to the central square. He wandered around with very little sense of direction soaking in the surroundings. This was a city, familiar in every way with the street vendors and inns and taverns, and yet wholly unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life. He was gazing up at the amazing towers in the distance when he collided with what very well could have been a metal statue, if not for the fact that it looked at him when he fell. He dropped his bag and a tome with archaic lettering fell over. The "statue", which turned out to be another human, glowered down at the dark-eyed stranger for a moment, and his eyes shifted to the tome that fell onto the ground. He picked it up with one hand, and lifted the fallen human easily with his other. Leaning close to him, he thrust the book back into the mans arms roughly, before saying quietly, "You should really watch where you are going warlock.
Stammering slightly, out of embarrassment and because he had a large book shoved into his chest rather harshly. The odd reverberation of the man's voice had caught him also off guard. He had seen a few death knights before, but had never really had any contact with one previously. He recovered rather quickly in spite of this and managed to ask, "How do you know I am a warlock?"
The death knight pointed an armor clad arm at the book that was being clutched. "I have seen many of those in my time. I also remember enough of the language to know that you are still in training, albeit late in the training."
The young man nods at the death knight, caught a bit off guard at this man's somewhat intimate knowledge of the usually well guarded secrets of his craft. The death knight seems rather unperturbed. He glances around again, then says without looking at the warlock. "You shouldn't be here. The alliance sanctuary is on the other side of town. This may be a safe haven, but the horde and alliance are still seperated. Best to stick to your kind until you get your bearings around town."
"But.... why are you... " The warlock begins, looking up and seeing the banners of the horde hanging mere feet in front of them. However, he seems to think better of finishing the question. "...er. Thanks... The name's Vashon." The death knight nods, but does not respond, and the warlock takes that his cue to leave.
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Gumballs
((also my first attempt at open RP, but I will give it a shot! If I'm doing anything wrong, please let me know. This might be nice to help flesh out some of my characters ^_^))
Præy slowly made her way through the crowded streets of Dalaran, weaving in and out of the hustle and bustle on her mount, Apocalypse. The great beast that she rode on top of was a rare find, a brood of the raven god Anzu, with sleek blue feathers and grey skin. His golden armor gleamed in the light, and he clacked his opaque beak, maneuvering his large, raptor-like form through the people.
“Dat is a gud boy, Poco..” Præy cooed, absent mindedly stroking the smooth feathers on his head. “We’re almost at de Sunreaver place, ‘n den joo will get a snack fo’ all dis work joo do.”
Præy brushed the stray dreads that had fallen in her eyes back with a slender, three fingered hand. Her hair was in dreadlocks that were all different lengths, from a few inches to down to her lower back, and multiple shades of pink and purple. She had an orange, runic tattoo over her left eye, and wore thick, dark blue lipstick and eye makeup that framed her glowing, minty eyes. She was very pretty by troll standards-comparable even to some elves-abeit in a rugged, powerful way that not all find alluring. Her azure skin was covered in swirling, runic tattoos, in all colours of the rainbow, ritualistic symbols of pride, heritage, and wisdom. A magnificent skirt of a flowing, iridescent fabric flowed from below her hips and trailed behind them as they walked, and a sheer, loose top revealed her breasts and the tattoos that covered them. A large, golden choker with a brilliant emerald covered her throat, and a bent, black halo floated above her head, shimmering and fading out of existence as if it ought not to be there. Trinkets, jewery and bones hung from her hair, robes and were even fastened to some large feathers on Apocalypse.
A sense of power surrounded the shadow priestess, and passer-bys eyes her with what appeared to be mixtures of loathing, respect and fear. She scoffed at them, uninterested by the occasional insult that was thrown in her way.
The duo rounded the corner, and the fluttering crest of the Horde in the distance greeted them. One who usually doesn’t pay much heed to the hatred of the Alliance (business was business, after all), she still welcomed the familiar languages of the various warriors, civilians, craftsmen and the like that filled the air.
Suddenly, what appeared to be a death knight, judging by the aura he was emanating came into view. He was apparently the center of attention near Sunreaver Square, as several figures were grouped around him or at least had their focus set to him. Judging by his built, he was a.. human? How unusual. Feeling intrigued, Præy slowed Poco to a halt near the Filthy Animal, and slid off the avian beast.
“Joo run off to da stables, iight?” she rummaged though her pack and found a few scraps of venison and Apocalypse scooped it up. “Dis is all I got fo’ joo right now, de nice people at de stables will get joo a nice meal an’ maybeh joo can make some friends dere yah?” The animal pressed the top of his beak against her forehead, making an awkward sound that was somewhere between a coo and a growl, showing his gratitude. Præy planted a light kiss on his beak, and turned to face the unusual scene behind her. Let’s make this a bit more interesting.. she thought. Arching her back slightly, she walked, hips swaying, towards the people crowded around the two humans.
“’Ello boys,” she said, her full lips parting into a grin that revealed small but sharp tusks.
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Adamsm
((ooc - hmm, a chance to test out my siblings before I use them for something else.))
"Hurry up Kae, I want to get to this shop before closing time." A tall willowly blood elf called back, tapping her foot as she brushed her hair out of her eyes irratibly. The blood elf was only about 6 feet tall, with blood red hair spilling down to the center of her back. She wore flowing robes inscribed with deep green runes and symbols, with a red overtone around them. Her eyes were deep green and flaring with anger.
"I'm coming Kali, hold on. Your forcing me to carry these after all." The other person, a blood elf as well, sighed and shifted the heavy packages he was carrying. The male elf had some of the same features as the female, but unlike her, he kept his own hair cut short and neat, and was wearing a tunic and pants of a simple cream colour. "You realize sister, I came here because I haven't seen you in months." He said with a smile, and she blew out her breath at him.
"Yes yes, thank you brother. You are the greatest most powerful priest of Silvermoon.... now hurry up!" She said, a smile of her own as she stuck her tongue out at her brother. The two started towards the shop his sister wanted to visit so badly, but slowed, seeing a large group ahead of them.
"Wonder what's happening?" Kalistra asked, her hands glowing green just in case. "Unknown, but you would think if it was a problem the guards would be dealing with it." Kaesar said, his own hands glowing white. The Sunstorm childern, twins who had been together for almost 500 years, approached carefully.
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Sparkbolt
((ooc- first time ever doing this.))
"Why are deathkights always causing trouble?" was the first thing that went threw Hippe's mind as he walked down the steps from Krasus Landing. Hippe was a Draenei Shaman about 7 feet tall with dark blue skin and hair spiked up to look like it was on fire. He continued down the street looking up ward to see a rouge walking along the roofs. "How did he get up there?"
When he got to the alliance side of town he made his way to the inn and sat down at the bar and bought himself a cup of honeymint tea having swore never to drink alcohol. Having finished his tea he whent to the back of the bar to find a door that lead to the gardens and decided that he would take some time to talk to the fire spirits he has grown close to. He cleard his mind and the last thing he saw before slipping away was a rouge walking on the roofs above him.
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Takenobo
"Bleh, good thing I left. I hate crowds." Tak thought to himself. watching a group gather around the blue-eyed warrior. "Though plenty of targets to snatch fine items from, but damn did it have to be near the horde section!" Tak thought out loud.
He decided to test his luck again, and sneakily headed back towards Sunreaver square.
Tak was able to get close enough to what seemed to be a fairly ok looking troll woman, though using hiss hood to hide that he was a Night Elf. He followed not to far from her, and apparently she was heading the way towards the blue-eyed warrior.
"He's managed to get himself quite abit of attention." Tak said to himself
Post by
R1TeR
Rin Jin was trying to talk to the deathknight when a strikely beauitfull troll female walked into the picture.
“’Ello boys,” the troll female said
"By the spirits"Rin Jin thought sizing up the troll ignoring the deathknight completely
"Im........Rin jin" as Rin Jin tryed not to fumble his words
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