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The Killing Games {Open RP}
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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Timothy Vrote
Location: Northern Barrens
Timothy's smiled widened. "A caravan of my brothers and sisters are just a few yards away in the direction I came from," he explained. "We have been traveling north for some time and welcome you to join us."
Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Gregor Killian
Location:
Northern Barrens
"By all means, lead ta way!" but Gregor was already marching off in the direction Timothy came from.
'Power . . . oh I hope they have beer.'
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Timothy Vrote
Location: Northern Barrens
Timothy chuckled slightly. If only more people were as... open minded as this man was. They would easily be able to complete their work if persuasion was this easy all the time. The Twilight Master followed, his stride just slightly longer than Gregor's. After a few minutes the caravan and few-hundred Twilight cultists around it came into sight. "My brothers and sisters will be happy to meet you, mister Killian," Timothy said as he continued down towards it.
Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Gregor Killian
Location:
Northern Barrens
Gregor gaped at the amount of people situated around the caravan. He couldn't believe his own eyes that the Twilight's Hammer was so strong in one place.
"And I will be happy ta meet them too Timmy," Gregor said with a smile.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Timothy Vrote
Location: Northern Barrens
As the two approached the caravan the plate-armored second-in-command stepped forward to block Gregor's back, a sword placed against his throat. "Let him by," Timothy said, turning to face the orc. "He's one of us now."
The orc nodded and lowered the weapon, yelling and order and catching a typical cultists robe that was thrown at him. "You wear this," he grunted in bad common.
Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Gregor Killian
Location:
Northern Barrens
"So, where do I put these on?" Gregor asked, holding the dark robes in his arms, and searching around for a changing room.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Timothy Vrote
Location: Northern Barrens
The orc stiffly motioned to one of the trees around them. "Will start move again when you done."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel, Kareithel, Ahanu, Father Galan, Jaws, Cyrus
Location
: Silvermoon
"Knock it off, Ailya," Lisciel said as they landed at the entrance to Hawkeye & Mistweaver.
The instructor caught the girl's hand and raised his arm to deliver a deliberately slowed, predictable punch into her stomach.
Character
: Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander
Location
: Dalaran
"My
Neural Needler
, of course," Wilhelm said, taking the device from the Council's representative and pressing it against Locke's shin.
Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Gregor Killian
Location:
Northern Barrens
"Okay . . ." Gregor said, shuffling over to the tree the orc pointed at. Gregor searched around him for any wandering eyes, then quickly took off his clothing, and threw on the cultists robes.
"There," he said, walking back to the group, "all done!" The robes were far too long for Gregor to be comfortable in. The back of them dragged along the ground, collecting dirt and branches as it went along.
~
Character:
Locke
Location:
Dalaran
"WHAT THE FEL THAT HURTS!" Locke screamed as the needle dug deeper in to his skin. "YOU'LL NEVER GET ANYTHING OUT OF ME YOU BASTARD."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander
Location
: Dalaran
His face reflecting none of the emotions swelling inside, Wilhelm stood there, ready to inflict as much pain as it was necessary to prevent the Games from spreading.
Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Locke
Location:
Dalaran
"What the hell do you want me to say?" Locke said through tears and agonizing pain, "the Games is more complicated than a simple board game."
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470415
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel, Kareithel, Ahanu, Father Galan, Jaws, Cyrus
Location
: Silvermoon
"Hey, blondie!" Lisciel called, catching up with Tyreal and handing her a paper rectangle.
"Premium client card," he explained.
"To do something properly, you must want to do it."
The instructor caught her hand and threw Laureal on the mat-covered floor.
Character
: Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander
Location
: Dalaran
"How can they be stopped?" Meyer growled, increasing intensity with each word spoken.
Post by
Mojoworkn
((Been working all day on character biographies...lets up they're semi-decent =P))
Character:
Locke
Location:
Dalaran
"The Games
can't
be completely stopped. Your only hope is to kill the source of the madness. And even then you will be left with the remnants of the wonderful Game he brought upon the world," Locke said through gritted teeth.
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470415
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel, Kareithel, Ahanu, Father Galan, Jaws, Cyrus
Location
: Silvermoon
Lisciel followed, wondering how on Azeroth would he cope with telling Tyreal what suited her best, provided she asked him, of course.
"Put it another way - here I am, spending my time to try and teach you how to defend yourself. Time I could give to other students. If you don't treat these lessons with proper respect, what the fel are you doing here anyway? Tell yourself - I'm here to become better, to protect myself because other people need me. I want to become better. I want to hit this creepy instructor."
His tirade over, the instructor helped her to stand up.
Character
: Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander
Location
: Dalaran
"Him? Who is this him you are talking about?" Wilhelm uttered, lifting the Needler - and slamming it into Locke's stomach.
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470415
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Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Locke
Location:
Dalaran
Locke doubled over in pain, breathing heavily and coughing violently.
"Neither I, nor Krogen, nor any of the other high ranking officials know of Him," he coughed, spewing blood from his mouth, "no, none of us do. We reacted solely on his messages that he sent to us in our minds. 'Send the invitations. Azeroth shall pay. The Games will start a new era.' It was all meaningless, but we got money and gifts for doing what we were told."
Locke coughed violently again, squirming where he stood. He caught himself rambling.
"Only one person knows the truth. Only she knows who Him really is. But oh--did she pay the price for knowing. She and all that cared for her.
"It was the very reason why I wanted her. Why I needed her and her family to try and find out who my master really was. But I could not even find the information I needed, the information from . . ."
Locke paused, trying to remember the name of the female; the pain messing with his thoughts.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel, Kareithel, Ahanu, Father Galan, Jaws, Cyrus
Location
: Silvermoon
"Should have seen it coming," the instructor grumbled approvingly from the floor. Rising, he delivered a punch into Laureal's stomach that, while being neither as fast nor as strong as he could, was much closer to real-life attack than the previous one.
Lisciel noticed a variety of fedoras and picked a white one, heading to the mirror.
"I need a pickaxe... And a rope, probably," he muttered, donning it.
((Just in case, "I" in Makorr is feeling Don Quixote-sque towards your not-so-alter ego, too.))
Character
: Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander
Location
: Dalaran
Wilhelm removed the Needler for now, and the pain vanished miraculously.
"Name, Locke," he said almost softly.
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470415
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