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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Cyrus' Lair
"Tinietht? Yeah, maybe, if by tinietht you mean every bloody word that ith not a proper noun," Cyrus muttered, his tongue then slithering out to scratch between his shoulder blades.
"Thee that? Beatth me how doeth it fit inthide, or why on Azeroth doeth it give me a lithp," he muttered.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Spite
Location: Cyrus' Lair
"I cannot imagine any purpose it might serve you," Spite shrugged. "Why not alter it to better suit your needs?"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Cyrus' Lair
"Thentimentality of an old, old elf," Cyrus said softly. "Bethideth, my eyebrowth alwayth theem to be tho dry..."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Spite
Location: Cyrus' Lair
"I cannot say I understand, but I am not subject to the same feelings you are..." Spite shrugged. "I suppose I shall head to the cloning bay now."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Cyrus' Lair
"It won't bump into wallth on itth way, but thtill, catch it if it doeth, while you're going down the thame alley anyway" Cyrus nodded, wiggling his fingers and sending the life support system floating after Spite.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Spite
Location: Cyrus' Lair
"As you wish, my lord," Spite replied, digging out his body's memories to find the cloning lab.
Character: Gurka
Location: Plaguelands
Gurka yawned and immediately frowned. She hadn't gotten much sleep the previois night--it was difficult to rest knowing that demon was sharing a camp with her--and the exhaustion hadn't improved her mood. She was rolling up her bedroll when her demonwing amulet clattered to the floor. She cursed and retied the leather thong holding it to her belt, but suddenly recall that it might help her find Ga'crane.
Too bad I never learned how exactly it's supposed to work... I guess I was never really seperated from him long enough to need it...
Character: Letter
Location: Ga'crane's Estate
A letter arrived at Ga'crane house, sealed in white wax and addressed to Mr. Rutherford.
Greetings,
It has come to my attention that you were one of the heroes that fought off the creature Malice. My sister and I have been tracking her for some weeks now, after she took our mother prisoner. We would be most thankful for information regarding her whereabouts, as well as any other assisstance you might give us in her apprehension. If the desire to reunite a mother with her children does not satisfy you, we can pay well in addition.
With great respect,
Tandred Swiftarrow
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ga'Crane/Carnage
Location
: Capitol City Sewers
The moment the amulet touched the shamanka's skin, Carnage let out a stifled yelp of pain, staring in horror at his hand, where it had touched Gurka. The blister left by the troll's magic burst open, and after what felt like several ounces of pus and bile sputtered out, white creamy substance began creeping out. Carnage's eyes widened as he saw his hand rise against his own volition. Before it could grasp his throat, he let out a cry of pain and defiance, sinking then his teeth into the wrist. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he collapsed a second later, tendons severed.
'
You cannot escape. This body is mine.
'
Character
: Lord Aquila, Corvus
Location
: Ga'Crane's Estate, Orgrimmar
"Nice place Junior got around here, eh?" Corvus - currently in his human guise of Andrew Voronov - asked, relaxing on a coach, a cigar between his right index and middle fingers, a glassful of brandy with several ice cubes floating in it in his left hand.
"The sheer amount of power you consume to be able to indulge your addiction is enough to level it to the ground," Lord Aquila growled, his massive, broad-shouldered stature clad in heavy armor and weathered robes a sharp contrast to Andrew's gangly figure wrapped in a trendy black leather duster.
"Minus the wards, you mean?" number four winked.
"Minus the wards," number one conceded begrudgingly, the hellish yellow glows in the eye-sockets of a heavy skull tightly covered with tar black skin going out for a second as Aquila muttered something under his breath.
"Totally worth it. Where is he, anyway?"
"Not even in his body right now," Aquila said, walking up to a scrying mirror and snapping his fingers, revealing Carnage's writhing form in it. Unbeknownst to him, thanks to the magical link between the troll and the demonwing amulet, the same image appeared for exact same time Gurka was touching the fetish.
"It is almost as if he was prolonging his own suffering, it seems," Andrew snorted, taking a long puff from his cigar.
"He hates himself more than anything else," Aquila shrugged. "Now look, he has not been absent that long and already somebody is seeking him out. Heroic," he spat, the latter word spoken with utmost contempt.
"Hey, I could screw with them to pass the time," Voronov stretched and inhaled the aroma of the brandy before sipping thoughtfully.
"With him none the wiser. What he does not know will not distract him. You have to remember, though-"
"Absolutely no direct interference. But come on now, if the Guardian could be vague and prophetic in a feathered form, so can I," Andrew grinned, standing up in one liquid motion. He gulped down the remaining brandy and put the glass down on a table forcefully, spun on his heels and walked out.
"Barbarian..." Aquila grumbled disapprovingly, looking at the emptied glass.
An impossibly large raven, the tips of its wings red and its beak glistening as if it were made of metal, flew out of the estate a minute later.
* * *
"Well, caw, quoth I," the raven said rather loudly as it approached the address stated on the envelope and drummed its beak onto the floor, suspending itself mid-air as if it were a hummingbird, only there was no hum coming from its wings on account of said wings flapping rather lazily.
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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Morec, House of Rivendare
Location: Stratholme
Morec knocked on the door of the trio's home and waited for a reply. And waited, and waited. Time was ticking away, and he still had one more visit to make...
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka
Location: Plaguelands
Gurka strapped her bedroll onto her pack and set to looking for breakfast. She knew there would be mushrooms out here, even if they weren't very appetizing, and with the work the plagueshifters had done, she might even have foind some small game.
Character: Tandred & Nyria
Location: Stormwind
A tall half-elf came to the door, looking to be in his mid-teens. His skin was a pale purple and he hand short, pointed ears, but even despite his heritage, his features were strong and well-formed. He stared with soft silver eyes at the raven hovering at his door. It was too large to be a normal animal, and it had a gleam of intelligence in its eyes.
"Druid?" he asked.
Character: Taelani
Location: Stratholme
Taelani sighed. "I trust you," she answered quietly. "But you're playing with fire. I'm over seven thousand years old. Do not think that I haven't seen good people hurt because they tried to take power too quickly. I fear nothing good will come of dealing with such a trickster as he."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Corvus
Location
: Stormwind
"Nah," the raven cawed. "Me and Mother Nature aren't exactly on friendly terms. Are you Tandred Swiftarrow, seeking information about a certain individual?"
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Tandred & Nyria
Location: Stormwind
"Yeah," a female voice chimed in. Behind the young man, a young woman of the same age appeared, also of half-elven heritage. Her silver eyes were hard where his were soft, and drawn into a suspicious scowl at the talking raven. "If you're not a druid, what are you?"
"Nyria, I'll handle this," the male quietly scolded. "I am Tandred, and I am very grateful to see someone has replied to my letter. Do you serve Mister Rutherford?"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Corvus
Location
: Stormwind
"I am his friend, and we serve one man," the raven for one second stopped flapping its wings to shrug.
"I... the best word would be 'retainer', and my name is Andrew Voronov. I bring you information about Malice."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Tandred & Nyria
Location: Stormwind
"Good, excellent," Tandred nodded. "Come in," he welcomed the raven. "Perhaps you'd prefer to return to a more natural form?"
"Let's not beat around the bush," Nyria blustered. "Where is Malice? Is she hurt?" Tandred gave her a look of disapproval.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Corvus
Location
: Stormwind
"Invitation," cawed the raven gratefully, "Accepted."
It flew through the doorway and landed after circling a couple of times around the room. Its form began to change, smoothly and swiftly, without any special effects accompanying the transformation, and before long a tall - just a couple of inches short of seven feet in height - gangly man with pale skin, an unkempt mass of shoulder-long wiry black hair, almond-shaped green eyes over a crooked nose on a pale face, dressed in a black leather duster with innumerable pockets, straps, belts and metallic reinforcements was standing.
"Short version, yes, and she is captive. Do you want a long version?" Andrew asked, leaning against a wall.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Tandred & Nyria
Location: Stormwind
"The long version," Nyria demanded. Tandred silently nodded.
Character: Gurka
Location: Plaguelands
Gurka continues walking south, reaching down to touch her amulet every so often.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Corvus
Location
: Stormwind
"For you to understand what you are getting yourselves into, I'll have to produce a short recent history lesson," Andrew warned them, rolling his neck.
"It all began a few decades ago, when the so-called Sunwell Crisis ended and a certain elf of Quel'Thalas began gaining influence and fame - war hero, billionaire, philanthropist (or, more accurately, phil-
elf
-opist), patron of arts, politician. Helping orphans, invalids of war and their widows get up on their feet, rebuilding towns and villages struck by war, funding campaign against the last remnants of the Amani and the Scourge, founding schools, hospitals, creating numerous job vacancies. This Blood Lord, as he came to be known, is one of the most popular and powerful nobles of Silvermoon - suffice to say nothing happens in the peninsular kingdom now if he does not want it to.
While revered and respected among his fellow elves, the Blood Lord is a slave-handler, a speciesist, a ruthless overlord of a vast sector of the black market - and he does not make a secret of it, being approved by the elvenkind long as he does not touch his own blood - which he makes a point to, mercilessly pursuing any and all who as much as rob a single blood elf.
Your target is held in captivity of his trusted servant - a complete psychopath, a self-indulgent sadomasochistic hedonist, a demon-worshipper. A felblood warlock known as Cyrus the Befouler. To give you an idea what he is capable of - several months ago, as you obviously recall, violent explosions shook all of the major cities in Azeroth sans those in Quel'Thalas - the reason for that was the Blood Lord's feud against a certain criminal organization that tried to make its way into the peninsular kingdom, its portfolio including drug dealing, with minors as a target audience. To send the criminals a message, the Blood Lord burned down their outpost. In return, they planted twenty-one bombs all around Silvermoon City. The Befouler found and defused them all. Except one.
When the First Orphanage of Silvermoon went down in flames, a whole block of the city along with it, vengeance was swift and merciless. The Befouler found twenty bases of the criminals, located in major cities, and fed them their own medicine, not caring about civilian casualties that ensued.
Now as for where Malice is held. Until recently, the remnants of the Mossflayer tribe of Amani trolls, two thousand or so in number, lived peacefully enough in Zul'Mashar, in the Eastern Plaguelands. Ten years ago, however, the Befouler gathered a small cult of individuals as twisted and evil as himself, and raided the valley. They routed up all the trolls that survived the initial assault - more than three fourths of the tribe - and tortured them slowly to death in a single, grandiose ritual in the middle of their own ziggurat. Their demise thinned the barrier between this world and the Twisted Nether in the area, and now around a rift in the fabric of time-space continuum the Befouler broods in his citadel, guarding the borders of Quel'Thalas and carrying out experiments on all non-elves he can capture and some of the sin'dori that volunteer.
All for the unending glory of Quel'Thalas, of course.
Why has he laid his claws on Malice, and whether she is still alive, I know not."
He fell silent, letting his small speech sink in.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Tandred & Nyria
Location: Stormwind
Tandred had been sitting quietly, stoicly absorbing the information the pale man was giving out, but an expression of rage had slowly crept over Nyria's face. By the end, she looked as if she could barely sit still any longer.
"We have to go," she snapped at her brother, once the man had finished. "If she's still alive, we have to get her now, while there's still time."
"If we go now, alone, it will serve no purpose but to get us both killed," Tandred rebutted. "We need to have a plan, a good plan. We need to find someone more experienced to help us."
"What about dad?" Nyria asked, quiet impatient.
"No," Tandred snapped firmly. "He'd never allow us to come along. He'd try to go by himself, and he'd get himself killed in the process. If we're going to get her, we have to play carefully."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Corvus
Location
: Stormwind
"What, exactly, do you want to do about Malice? Does that thing know where your mother is?" Andrew asked sympathetically.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Tandred & Nyria
Location: Stormwind
"I certainly hope so..." Nyria growled, while Tandred simply shook his head and sighed.
"We believe she may have something to do with our mother's disappearance, yes," Tandred replied, looking passively at the pale man. "It is our intent to capture her, alive and damaged as little as possible, so we can pull out what she has locked away inside her head."
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