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Monday
Ooh... Interesting.
Must... resist... making... character right now.
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Morec0
(( Interesting... ))
Scourgelord William Morec
Arizona
Morec is a mastermind of the Scourge army, loathed by almost all, but when a strange magical ripple causes him to appear in a strange world he finds himself amongst his greatest enemies. When attacked by humans with technology beyond even gnomes and goblins, though, he finds himself forced to set aside his differences with the other races and fight for survival.
Morec flung another round of necromantic magic at the humans. They were too far away for him to ressurect any as slaves, but not far enough away for him to bombard them with his power. In this world, he found his abilities were significantly weaker.
Umbragos... where are you when I need you
? he thought with a scowl.
(( I might introduce Ivan Bloodhowl at some point. ))
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Monday
Gurugnil
Arizona, Ebon Blade camp.
Gurugnil is a Knight of the Ebon Blade. He was originally a Shaman until he was struck a killing blow by Baron Rivendare. He broke free of the rest of the Scourge at the Battle for Light's Hope Chapel.
Gurgunil raised his hand. "Fire!" he shouted. The other death knight's raised their hands and fired bolts of frost.
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Morec0
Morec
Arizona
Morec fell back to the inner lines as a round of bullets managed to tear through his armor. "Kohler!" he shook his head.
Oh yeah
...
"Healer! I need a healer!"
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Morec
Arizona
Morec saw a night elf approaching. "You! You're a druid! I need help!"
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Orranis
((Brave New World meets Markorr in Wonderland, eh? Good one. I'll be thinking of a character... I'm guessing no one from lore?))
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Major Mason "Trigger" Rak
Arizona, Military Base
Mason is a sniper and demolitions expert, at least that's what people guess. He was recently dispatched from Washington to assist with this threat, but beyond that there's no real indication of what part of the military he works for...
"I hear ya," Mason said through clenched teeth holding a Cuban cigar. "And frankly, I'm not real interested in how much you've got to say. You could have killed three of those things in the time you've been complaining."
Morec
Arizona
"That's what I want to know," Morec said, feeling stronger. "All that I know for certain is that we're not on Azeroth anymore, and we arn't in Outland either."
He gripped Bloodfester's hilt. "Can you perhaps grow us some cover with that magic of yours?"
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BuryYourDead
Roman Slavoch Jr
Arizona
Tall, muscled, black hair and warlock
Roman fell from the sky, landing beside a familiar face. He looked up, seeing The scourgelord from Azeroth. He stood up but quickly pulled down by his imp, Fre'ject. He shouted to Morec. "Is that gnome technology?"
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Orranis
Character:
Deptharion
Location: Arizona
A red and black figure clad in a mountain of steel and iron towered over the soldiers, a long rust red braided beard extending from his helm. The inhabitants of this world had called him a "giant." Fools. Giants massive humanoid creatures of stone and ice or whatnot. He currently held the form of a Vrykul. One of his massive blades was brought down upon the enemy, his bones crumbling beneath the metal. He slowly expanded and grew until a maw of razor sharp teeth ripped a throat out, and a giant black wing buffeted another. A tremendous roar was let out as Deptharion rose into the air a massive black dragon.
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Skreeran
Character: Michael *******
Location: Arizona
Michael ****** splashed cold water on his face from the sink. He was in a public restroom in Azrizona, at a campground near the spot where the incident happened. He rinsed off his hands, as well, removing his latex gloves that still had small speckles of blood and dirt on them. He'd been lucky. With all the commotion about the rift and the invaders, most people had forgotten about the disappearance of Sharon Baker.
"
@#$%...
" he thought, splashing more water on his face, trying to clear his thoughts. "
&*!@... I've gotta stop. I'm gonna get caught. If Dad found out... Jesus... I seriously gotta stop this. This is my last one. Promise,
" he thought again, looking up at the mirror and looking himself in the eyes. "
Promise!
" he thought bitterly, trying to promise himself that he was telling the truth. "
I promise that it will be the last one. No more. I'm done.
"
He nodded to himself and flushed the gloves down the toilet, moving back to his truck. It was a genuine HMMWV, and he had a fifty caliber machine gun stowed away safely in the trunk. Under the driver's seat, he had two rolls of duct tape, a hunting knife--now thoroughly cleaned, and a spool of bailing wire.
He put the vehicle into drive, and began driving back toward the battlefield, where most of his teammates were already headed.
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Morec0
Morec
Arizona
Morec grined. "Ebon scum!" he yelled to the knights of the Ebon Blade, "we've got some more cover. And for death's sake
try
and kill them!" He hurled another blast of necromantic magic.
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