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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Dr.Prometheus Sr., Pyre, D79
Location:
Gilneas
"Cunning, maybe. But, I'd rather go with...creative," the doctor replied, moving another pawn.
Character:
Leo, Sindry, Byte
Location:
K3
To call the K3 airfield one would have to take considerable liberty of the term. It was more a jungle of twisted metal, ruined aircraft and the occasional fire from fuel which had leaked out during impact. Nearly every aircraft on the ground were in various states of dismantle, destruction, or disuse. Some had not even been pushed aside to clear the sheet of ice which they called a runway. Merely left to rust or be buried amongst the snow like cairns to these once rulers of the skies.
As it turned out, airships were the ones who had made the best of this ruined landscape, hovering over the rounds haphazardly with bridges and ladders ascending to them from what appeared to be towers, cobbled together from the graveyard below.
"Gears," Leo swore.
"It's like someone put Garrosh Hellscream in charge of air traffic control," Sindry said in amazement
"Yay! People died here!" Byte squeaked, clapping his wings before his head suddenly jerked to the side with a spark. The robot was silent for a moment before his eyes flashed with a bright yellow. "I'mma roll around in the fuel!" He suddenly jumped for the field, Leo quickly grabbing his legs and holding on tight.
Character:
Johann Augustus
Location:
Aurius Forest (formerly Plaguewood)
"Ugh, hold on a second," Johann said. He pushed himself off the wall and raised his hands. "I'm going to try something I'd really rather not. If I pass out, try to make sure I don't crack my skull on the rocks. I don't want to mess up my hair." The warlock raised his arms over his head.
A dull purple glow effused the warlocks body. Abruptly, it raced to his feet, a violet ring of runes burst from him and onto the floor. At the same time, a thinly translucent cube of similar make appeared over his head. The warlock closed his eyes, sweat already beginning to bead his brow as the runes about the floor began to flow up and into the cube.
Character:
Richard, Cleaver, Thrag
Location:
Aurius Forest (formerly Plaguewood)
"Well...Balls," Richard noted, observing the wall of stone illuminated by the red light of a flare. "You'd almost think she wasn't happy to see me again," he said to the silent carver with a careless shrug.
"We gonna bust'r way though 'em then?" Thrag asked, banging his ever hidden hands together.
"..."
"True, true. You raise a good point Carver," Richard remarked, turning around. He smiled broadly his pearly whites as the red light of flare glowed upon the black of his coat, making it seem as if he were coated in blood. "We
do
know exactly where they're going."
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Rivendare
Location: Gilneas
"Practicality outweighs poetry, but we have different methods," the death knight moved one of the central paws, this one two spaces forward.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Dr.Prometheus Sr., Pyre, D79
Location:
Gilneas
"True enough," the doctor replied, moving his knight again.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Rivendare
Location: Gilneas
Morec moved the other central pawn the same number of spaces forward.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Isaac Ashwood
Location
: Thousand Needles
The barkeep had done a shoddy job of mixing the shot; the whole point, actually, was not letting the vodka and the pomegranate syrup mix, so that one liquid would lay neatly atop another, with but several drops of Tabasco in between. And it was not like his hands had been shaking at the time, either - Isaac had had his fair share of people getting jumpy after seeing his ashen gray skin, but this was not such case. The goblin simply seemed indifferent, and somehow that irritated the young man even more.
Isaac threw a forlorn glance at the ventilator rotating lazily on the ceiling, not capable of receding the heat in the place by the slightest. He sighed and pulled his knitted skullcap of thin black wool tighter over his head, however - it was his own damn fault for not having bought a headgear more suitable for this part of the world, and now he was paying for it. Not that he was going to part with the cap, obviously.
He ran his fingers through his long reddish brown hair, not even thinking about taking off his heavy riding gauntlets that served him in the saddle as well as they did in the fighting ring. Isaac was determined to get hammered today, and now he was just procrastinating.
The glass with the concoction was halfway to his thin lips when the young man heard fighting from the outside. He muttered something about distractions, ready to ignore it, when a familiar voice cried, "Not this time!"
"Of course," Isaac sighed, putting the shot down and grabbing his current weapon of choice - a length of a lead pipe that had heretofore been leaning against the bar rack. "Never a single coincidence in my life."
"Who's gonna pay for that?" the goblin shouted into his back as Isaac rose and rolled his shoulders, his leather riding jacket creaking loudly.
"I didn't drink that. And you suck in making shots anyway," Isaac growled menacingly. The goblin gaped long enough for the young man to exit.
He already knew he would see Ferin Hopewell. What he did not expect was the sight of his friend getting thoroughly beaten. Isaac attempted to sneak up on whoever it was that had delivered the ass kicking and knock him out with a healthy dose of lead pipe to the head.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Serenade
Location
: Thousand Needles
Serenade grabbed Zach, turned, and jumped out the window. As he fell towards the ground, he took his kinetic force and moved it elsewhere, so he landed with all the force of stepping off of the sidewalk onto the street. Without looking back, he started sprinting towards where they had parked the airship.
His ears, tuned to his companions, picked up the heightened heartbeat and quiet pace. "Specter, watch your back!" he called, sending the magically enhanced waves to the elf's ears.
Character
: Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Location
: Stonetalon Mountains
Alnerigo growled in sudden agony, placing both hands to his forehead. Fire burst to life around him in random areas, rearing to the ceiling, then receding to leave smoldering embers. "Very... strong..." he said, almost unconsciously.
However, the portal stayed open.
Character
: Mr. November
Location
: Gilneas
November watched silently, waiting for the worgen's grief to recede.
Post by
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Vincent Gaillard
Location
: Thousand Needles
Vincent knew he could do little against the damned lizard without preparation. Maybe, had he been wearing anti-magic armor, he would have a realistic chance against the drake, but now, he had to improvise. He was surely not going to escape until he was certain there was nothing else left to do.
Even before landing he had grabbed his hearthstone. And now, a blink before the drake breathed at him, he activated it. The portal sprung open between him and the wretched lizard, and the blast of frost went through it, rather than at him. If he dove into it now - and he had made sure the hearthstone produced two-sided portal - this would be the end of it. But the memory of the Old Blood still taunted him.
Post by
355559
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Vincent Gaillard
Location
: Thousand Needles
He was not fast enough to avoid the teeth completely this time. Leaving a chunk of his side in Cora's maw, the swordsman fell into the portal headfirst.
"Code red!" he snarled, fumbling at his radio, trying to send a message to Serenade and the staff of the facility at once. "Code red! Nasty lizard! Not a drill!"
Post by
Atik
Balah'Amin
Ironforge
Balah growled; screeching again and burning away the attacks. She twisted again with a sickening crack; her back splitting open and fel-flames erupting out like a blazing inferno.
The wave of felhounds slowed as they slowly ceased to spawn in flashes of light.
Specter, Ferin Hopewell
Thousand Needles
Ferin fell limp, either unconscious or worse in the pothole Specter had created.
The Blood Elf pulled his hand back; spinning and jabbing outwards at the oncomming pole in an attempt to knock it away.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Isaac Ashwood
Location
: Thousand Needles
The lead pipe was successfully knocked away without as much as touching the elf's head. However, it added to Isaac's spinning momentum - the moment Specter began turning the boy closed his free hand into a fist and shot it out, aiming to punch the elf hard into the face, or into the throat. From what Isaac had seen, his only chance was knocking this man - whoever he was and whatever his reasons were for attacking Ferin - out fast and hard.
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355559
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Salena, Richard, Kairi, Loki
Location: Ironforge
"What's happening to her?" Loki asked Salena as he fired at the last of the demons.
"My guess her body can't handle the sudden surge of power and is rejecting itself." Salena replied as she watched Balah and raised her hand again and began to drain the magic from Balah's body.
Post by
470415
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Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza, Alana
Gilneas City
Fluffyclaws lept forward; pouncing on a worgen as it land and knocking it downwards where he began clawing at it.
Alana swung her blades at the oncoming Worgen; trying to keep them away from the civilians.
One of the descending Worgen hit the ground in a heap; it's head exploded into a gory mess from Sasha shooting it. The Chromatic turned quickly; opening fire on another one.
Balah'Amin
Ironforge
Balah's body was rejecting something, but it wasn't excess magic by any means.
The flames took on the vague shape of a wolf; pulling themselves out of the body as Balah fell forward with a snarl. Standing uprite; the fire coelested into solid felsteel, bending into the shape of a skeleton as the beast growled at Balah and stepped forward, it's voice echoing and demonic, but still notably feminine.
"You used me, you hurt my friends, you insulted my family..." It snarled; grabbing Balah by the nech and lifting her upwards. "You stabbed my boyfriend!" It roared, the green skull opening it's mouth and beginning to inhale; ripping away at Balah's body and form as she screamed in pain.
"Well guess what? You picked the wrong &*!@# to mess with!" The entity growled.
Specter, Ferin Hopewell
Thousand Needles
Specter ducked under the attack; jabbing an open palm at the boy's neck in retaliation.
Dorithel Saberglow, Taliria Blindhawk, Blades of Elune
Eldre'Thalas
Dorithel nodded; giving a bow to those present before stepping forward and finding a section of the seating for the blades.
Taliria looked around the room, impressed.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Serenade
Location
: Thousand Needles
"Acknowledged," Serenade said in response to Vincent, keeping an ear out for the beating of wings. He rounded the corner and spotted the airship, and started towards it.
Character
: Mr. November
Location
: Gilneas
November followed silently.
Character
: Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Location
: Stonetalon
Flamehowl staggered back towards his portal, sending waves of fire outwards towards the eye.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Salena, Kairi, Loki, Richard
Location: Ironforge
"What the fel?" Kairi said as they watched Balah.
"What's happening to her?" Loki asked Salena.
"I have no idea." She replied in shock. "This is a first for me."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Isaac Ashwood
Location
: Thousand Needles
Isaac managed to bring his lead pipe down on Specter's wrist in time to avoid getting struck in the neck; whether this counter would hinder the elf was another matter. He grunted, attempting to kick the other straight into the kneecap.
Character
: Vincent Gaillard
Location
: VBC HQ
Vincent dropped the radio and threw his head back, breathing heavily as he lay on the floor. He glanced to the side, noting a squad of the VBC henchmen run inside the portal chamber. The gateway to Thousand Needles was gone already, however, so they simply parted, letting their medic duo hurry to the swordsman.
"Fetch me a prisoner," Vincent growled, and the squad retreated. The swordsman was not demanding to bring him someone the company was holding hostage, obviously; he held his own menagerie of feisty specimen that he fed on when he could not be bothered to go out.
"This will hurt," one of the medics informed him, shoving a short leather-wrapped wooden bar into his mouth. Vincent gritted his teeth, his bloodshot eyes bulging in fury already.
Character
: Killian Avery
Location
: Ironforge
"I'm afraid so," Killian nodded at Isilver. He glanced at a calendar lying on his desk, "Hallow's End is coming, and one Duke Edward Tauferson is throwing a grand masked ball in his manor in Elwynn."
The mage let out a mirthless, dark chuckle, "The Darkfallen lords are going as themselves. They have to be stopped, before their hold on the Stormwind House of Nobles extends beyond the Duke."
Character
: Duskhide
Location
: Stonetalon Mountains
Duskhide decided to risk it. If he managed to get Saelyn out, together they would stand more of a chance against the vile monstrosities. Paying the Faceless Ones minimal attention, he began bombarding the tendrils latched onto the woman with Nature's energy; the worgen druid had to be careful, though, lest he wanted to harm the elf rather than her captor(s?).
Character
: Turinhil Dawnchaser
Location
: Shattrath
Turin's face darkened behind the visor of his helm, and the young knight steeled himself.
"Yes, they are powerful. Nothing more," he muttered defiantly under his nose, more to himself than speaking to somebody.
Character
: Vargariel Chandaris
Location
: Eldre'Thalas
Vargariel bowed his head rigidly at the assembly, wordlessly proceeding after his fellow founder.
Post by
Atik
Balah'Amin
Ironforge
Balah body shifted and ripped as it was consumed; letting out an unholy wail the entire time.
The construct stared for a moment, shrinking in size as metal became bone and demonic energies exploded outwards, muscle and flesh and fur materializing as Balah reformed; fur noticably greener and reeking of fel magics.
With a gasp, the girl fell forward. The felhounds quickly began to flee from the battle.
Specter, Ferin Hopewell
Thousand Needles
Specter pulled his hand back, shaking it somewhat before snagging the foot with his other hand and pulling it upwards; attempting to knock the boy onto his back.
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