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Post by
Atik
Graveyard Crew
Silverpine Forest
The bowstring drew back and tight, although there was no arrow to be seen. The high elven girl took careful aim at the creature, It was a faceless one, a monster and an abomination. As it rushed for the camp below her tree, she locked onto its motions.
Olet let the string go, the elements flaring to life and leaping from her bow; slicing into the monster and tearing its face to shreds. She nodded, continuing to keep on the lookout.
Below, at the camp, several undead surrounded a make-shift table, illuminated by a nearby fire.
"This is insane, how do you plan to get into the Undercity while its under siege?" One of them, a blue-haired forsaken dressed in golden and blue mage robes asked.
The large undead in shining, dark purple armor sighed. "We'll go through the sewers..." He stated.
"The sewers will have been blocked, caved in!" The mage replied, somewhat agitated.
Also looking over the map was a female undead, dressed in tight black leather and with a blindfold covering her eyes, and an apothecary his face covered by a gas mask. The mage was Phillip Iceheart, the warrior Alexandros Hopewell, the woman Evora, and the apothecary Roger.
And then there was another, down by the water. She was dressed in loose clothing, staring at herself in the waves. An elf, nearly nine feet tall. Scars covered her, and her skin made it clear she had bee raised twice; stretched tight over her form.
Another shot rang out from the treetops.
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Behelich
Character
: Lisciel and Turinhil Dawnchaser
Location
: Undercity
An esteemed magister of Silvermoon, Lisciel was the happiest elf alive, living with his wife Tyreal and his three children - the elder, rash Glauron, and two twins, Naia and Turinhil - the latter an aspiring Blood Knight, and a former apprentice to Blood Lord Kareithel Arroval. The deaths of his sister-in-law and his eldest son drove him to the verge of madness, and though he endured, he aged past his time, now a half-broken shadow, clinging to the remnants of his family.
Though young, Turin sees now as his responsibility to protect his relatives, and the loss of his brother and his mentor - even though they never found the body of Lord Arroval - made him mature too fast. He has become ruthless and efficient with only his family managing to melt the emotionless mask.
Lisciel is a tall, frail elf with swiftly graying ashen blond hair. He can almost always be seen in crimson and red battlearmor of the Sunreavers, fighting with his staff and his sword.
Though pre-teen, Turinhil looks twice his age, clad in tar black plate armor and wielding a massive sword with dragon motifs - the only memento he has left from his mentor.
---
"Not this time, wretch," Turin spat, his claymore splitting a blank-eyed tauren leaping onto his twin sister in half. A human tried to creep on him from behind, only to have his face crushed all the way into his cranium by the young elf's elbow.
"More are coming! Hold the line!" came a high-pitched yell - a shriek, even - from Lisciel, who rained destruction on the swarming horde, bringing them down with deadly precision by ice lances that came out in dozens at a time from the tip of his staff.
Character
: Hardcore Jaws and Cyrus
Location
: ?
A coldblooded killing machine with a grim sense of humor and the most twisted, perverted and chaotic sadomasochist Quel'Thalas has ever known, these two - a death knight and a warlock - once served the greatest Blood Lord of all time, Kareithel Arroval, right until a fortress collapsed on him in one of the fights against the darkspawn. He survived, but fell into a coma, and now the two seek for a way to cure him, for they firmly believe he might be their only hope of standing up to the blight.
Hardcore Jaws is an elf of an average build, with slightly pale skin and a long ponytail of straw yellow hair. His lower jaw is hidden behind an over-sized prosthetic, and he fights with two gargantuan scythes.
Cyrus is a felblood elf, lacking however wings or horns, with a tongue at least one foot long. His skin is darkest green, with numerous cracks seething with fel, although that rarely can be seen due to his garments covering the entirety of his body.
---
"Thurprithed they haven't found uth yet," Cyrus muttered, looking out of the newly formed cave.
W
E WILL ENDURE.
T
HE
M
ASTER WILL RISE, Jaws uttered.
Post by
470415
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel and Turinhil Dawnchaser
Location
: Undercity
Turinhil nodded grimly, shoving the sword down the scabbard in one rash movement and slamming himself against the boxes. He began to pull himself up, his gauntleted fingers leaving dents in the boxes from sheer angered effort he put into crawling.
"And now for something more, you bastards," Lisciel whispered, sending several small golden orbs through the holes in the barricades. Yelps from the other side came the moment the first orb slammed into the first mindless one, and a net of lightning engulfed him and two of his nearest fellows, charring them swiftly.
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Post by
Atik
Graveyard Crew
Silverpine Forest
Nearly an hour had passed, Phillip and Alex bickering about the plan. Slowly, Roger had made his way over to the catapult near their camp; dragged from Gilneas up through the forest. He nodded, going to work repairing it as best he could. Six canisters of blight sat ready to be launched from the machine.
As he worked, Evora made her way over as well. "You think that thing will do much good?" She asked.
Roger's voice was muffled through his mask. "This stuff was engineered to kill anything. If it even holds up to half its promise, it might be our last hope..." He explained. "And you saw it all stockpiled down south... I think if anything, it gives us a fighting chance..." He nodded.
Evora noticeably paused. "Roger... what are you thinking?"
Roger looked at her, his desperation clear even through the mask. "An air drop..." He told her. "Once we get to the Undercity, we load up an air ship and drop it all over these Old Gods...."
Evora stared for a moment, sighing. "That might just be the craziest plan I've even heard..." She said, walking up and going to work on the machine.
Down by the waters, Alexandros made his way over to the elf. "Sataira...?" He asked. "You've been quiet..."
The death knight looked back at him. "All those horrible things I did..." She stated. "Do... do you think she'll ever forgive me?"
Alex sighed, siting down next to her. "I think she already has. You're her mother... I don't think she could
not
forgive you..."
The elf nodded, looking at their reflections in the water.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel and Turinhil Dawnchaser
Location
: Undercity
"We will not stay behind, Knight-Commander," Turin intoned coldly, driving his claymore through one of the holes left unsealed and jerking it back, now covered with more brains and blood.
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Behelich
Character
: Lisciel and Turinhil Dawnchaser
Location
: Undercity
"If only we knew of a safer haven," Lisciel murmured, coming closer to Tyreal. Seeing his wife and his twin kids unharmed gave him the strength to live for another day.
"How are our supplies?"
"We're rotting alive here," Turin spat as he came down from the barricade. "We need to find a way to smuggle resources into this... this..."
He spat in disgust again, shaking his head. They deserved better. His brother deserved better.
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Post by
Atik
Graveyard Crew
Silverpine Forest
From her perch, Olet heard rustling. She turned and raised her bow, only to see Phillip climbing up to greet her. "Uncle Phil?" She asked.
"Thought you could use a break..." The battle mage stated, smiling as he sat down. "I know you want to go see your mom."
Olet sighed. "How can we still act like there is time for breaks?" She asked. "Every second, the elements become a little more unstable.... their being taken..."
Phillip placed an arm around her shoulder. "It'll be okay, trust me. We've been through worse."
Olet sighed. "No, we haven't. I mean.... what about Locronos? And all those other dragons? What about all the people everywhere who are dying?"
Phillip sighed. "Hey, don't worry, alright? I would bet my life twice over Locronos will find some way out. And there will be survivors; there always are." He hugged her reassuringly. "Now go on, I know there is someone you want to go see." He smiled.
Olet nodded, dropping from the tree. Turning towards the water, she began to run. "MOM!" She shouted.
Sataira turned, catching her daughter mid-run and hugging the shaman. "Oh, Olet..." She said, smiling. "You've gotten so big..."
"I've missed you mom..." Olet told her.
"I missed you too..." She replied. Alexandros stood, smiling as he returned to the make-shift table and examined the map.
"This thing should be ready in a few minutes..." Roger muttered. "Just gotta put this-YES!" He exclaimed as the engine started and the war machine roared to life.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel and Turinhil Dawnchaser
Location
: Undercity
"A scrying spell and a portal afterwards for a quick raid," Turin suggested, leaning against the wall in mild tiredness. "There's bound to be someplace we could snatch food from."
"But enemy mages-" Lisciel began.
"Would have portaled inside here long ago if they could, Magister," Turin interrupted rudely, glaring at his father. "We cannot sit here and wait."
Post by
Krutos
?
Undercity
A large orc was sitting at an inn in Undercity, sipping off a pint of ale. The orc had a light olive green skin and his head was shaved clean. The orc wore a scalemail hauberk and reinforced leather pants and boots. From what it seems, the orc's body is covered in runic tattoos his head and face included. From elbow down on his right arm he wears a slightly-larger-than-normal iron gauntlet. His left arm and hand are unarmoured. By him there is a large, two-handed hammer with a spiked arch or half of a halo on the top.
Post by
470415
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel and Turinhil Dawnchaser
Location
: Undercity
"What she said. What is more, instead of keeping the portal open for us and risking letting the darkspawn inside, enchant a beacon for both us so that we can return anytime we want and from anywhere we wind up. Think you can do it?"
"Scrying spells are not my strong side, but beacons I can manage," Lisciel said slowly. "Will take some time, though," he added sourly. Neither the father nor the son brought up the possibility of the twins returning to the hideout already overrun.
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Post by
Atik
Graveyard Crew
Silverpine Forest
Several minutes later, as Roger checked the catapult's controls, the group was wheeling up the wagon of supplies; taken on their trek north for the Undercity. Food, water, and weapons. The five spare blight canisters sat on the machine's side, behind the front which was designed to look like a fearsome skull. The sixth was loaded into the arm, pulled back and ready to be launched.
The wagon was hooked to the back of the siege weapon, the group climbing within. Alexandros mounted a skeletal gryphon; Paragon.
The engine roared and sputtered as the group moved out, making their way towards tirisfal at a quick pace. A worgen wandered onto the road, his eyes blank as he looked at the approaching convoy. However, before he could charge, an ice lance lodge itself into his face from Phillip.
Alexandros nodded. "Let's get moving, no time to waste."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel and Turinhil Dawnchaser
Location
: Undercity
"Fetch the professional scouts before these two return," Lisciel said the moment Turin and Naia were out of hearing range. "I'm not losing them after Glauron and Ailya," he turned to his wife, grim determination on his face.
Turin marched after Naia in wide strides, his heavy boots slamming hard into the floor and raising small fountains of sewer water.
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