This site makes extensive use of JavaScript.
Please enable JavaScript in your browser.
Live
PTR
10.2.7
PTR
10.2.6
Beta
Industrial Azeroth {Open RP}
Post Reply
Return to board index
Post by
470415
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Johann Augustus, Shareen
Location:
Western Lordaeron
"What? Hey!" Richard lunged at the racing Naia, grabbing for her.
Post by
470415
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Johann Augustus, Shareen
Location:
Western Lordaeron
"Then tomorrow! Or, actually," Richard paused in his pursuit, the fires flinging his shadows across the floor and hiding his face in darkness. "How about three days instead. In Ironforge, if you don't mind. I know this great cafe. And-." he paused when the seemingly ever present sound of gun fire suddenly fell silent.
"Oh rot. Outta dakka," Thrag's voice bemoaned. Such was followed by an ear piercing peal of hideous laughter, and the pounding sound of heavy footsteps running across the stony floor of the chamber.
Post by
470415
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Johann Augustus, Shareen
Location:
Western Lordaeron
"See you there!" Richard cried gleefully, stepping aside as a small headed and mountainous figure barreled past him with a roar of primal fury, tattered rags flapping about him like black banners of war as he made after the mage and warlock fleeing for their lives.
Character:
Crusade Messenger
Location:
Eastern Lordaeron
The tired trod of the horse sent the messenger swaying slightly in his seat. The tabard bearing the star of the crusade lay silent in the dead wind of the countryside. The man looked up from beneath the shade afforded by his helm, spotting the village held by the Crusade's newest aliens.
His jaw grew tighter at the obvious signs of the recent incursion. He clicked his tongue, sending his mount cantering towards the village, mindful of the increased sentries scattered about the town.
Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza, Lucien Greyfang, Balah'Amin
Goldshire
"Hey." Lucien said, grabbing Sasha's shoulder. "Come on." He nodded towards the house; continuing on.
The Chromatic blinked; following her father inside and down into the basement.
Lucien leaned against a table, sighing. "You know I'd rather you didn't go." He said; waving a hand to silence the girl before she could start protesting again. "But... if you're going to... you minus will go prepared." He commented; slamming a chest onto the table and popping it open.
Sasha stared; stretching to see inside.
"You and Alana." Lucien nodded; pulling out a large sniper rifle. "Richard made this... damn, over twenty years ago now I think..." He muttered. "It's old, but still has more of a punch than most guns the military is packing, and a fel of a lot more than that thing." He glanced at the rifle on Sasha's back.
Sasha looked at the gun also, having nearly forgotten she had it. Looking back at her father, she took the rifle carefully. "Wow..." She commented, nearly speechless.
"It's probably not his best work, you're brother's probably got better honestly..." Lucien sighed. "But still, better than nothing." He added quickly.
Sasha nodded as she was passed the ammo for it; massive bullets that challenged her entire hand in length. She stared for a moment, suddenly hugging Lucien. "Thank you, dad."
Lucien smiled, hugging the girl back. "Don't get yourself killed, or your sister. Oh, and make sure to take care of Evan too."
Sasha looked up at him. "And?"
Lucien tapped his chin in thought. "Hmmm... nope." He shrugged. "Can't say I'm worried about anyone else."
Sasha punched him in the chest, pouting.
Lucien sighed. "Fine, and Kai, if you have too."
Vira Darkbreeze, Forsaken Rebels
Darrowshire
The guards offer a salute to the messenger; standing at the ready.
Vira paced back and forth withing the town hall, several undead soldiers staring as she muttered worriedly.
Post by
470415
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Crusade Messenger
Location:
Eastern Lordaeron
The Crusader made his way into the town. Surrendering his horse to a stable boy near the town hall, he made his way inside the tall building. His face was long as he made his way inside, flashing his Crusade marker to a guard stationed by the doors to the inner chambers before he could be questioned.
"I wish to speak with the Lady Darkbreeze. Please, tell her it is Crusade business of great import."
Character:
Johann Augustus, Shareen
Location:
Western Lordaeron
"Elf! You can't escape!" Harthrend howled as he quickly gained, his loping gait quick and reminiscent of some great simian from the jungles.
Post by
470415
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
Atik
Vira Darkbreeze, Forsaken Rebels
Darrowshire
\
The guard nodded; heading inside. "My lady." He exclaimed, bowing. Vira glanced up, stopping herself. "A member of the Crusade is here."
"Finally." Vira nodded; heading out to meet the man.
Sashastrasza, Alana, Lucien Greyfang, Balah'Amin
Goldshire
"Beep beep!" Alana yelled from the front of the shop, prompting Sasha to come up out of the basement. She was promptly tossed her phone. "You ready?" The half-dragon asked.
"As I'll ever be." Sasha sighed.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Johann Augustus, Shareen
Location:
Western Lordaeron
Knick Knacks skull, torn from the very wall, lay in a blackened heap on the floor. The skull was promptly crushed beneath Harthrend's boots as he tore out of the chamber. "The nether won't be far enough for you to run!" the undead howled, his thick mitts grabbing at the trio.
Shareen cried out as she was buffeted into the cave wall by a careless strike, hitting the stone with an emphatic crack.
Character:
Crusade Messenger
Location:
Eastern Lordaeron
The Crusader looked to the doors as they were opened, the Forsaken leader making her appearance.
"Lady Darkbreeze," the man greeted with a nod.
Post by
470415
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Johann Augustus, Shareen
Location:
Western Lordaeron
Johann stumbled away, still in shock at seeing his mission go up in flames.
Harthrend towered over Naia. His blck cloak were torn to shread, puncture wounds covering his bared flesh. But those were hardly the only wounds. Stitches covered every inch of the undead's body, running along like a map of how he was put together. And the pieces used were of starkly different sources. Man, orc, elf, even the white and black furs of apes being present in his macabre patchwork of a physique.
He roared, swingign a collosal fist at the musician.
Character:
Richard, Thrag
Location:
Western Lordaeron
"Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head. Just give 'em a twist!" Richard sang, his hand sparking with blue electricity as he ripped an undead's head clean off. "A flick of the wrist," he trilled, tossing the skull away, "that's what the salesman said!"
"Now this's a roight ol' scrap!" Thrag bellowed with glee, his metal tainted limbs swinging left and right like thund'rous hammers, destroying the rattling horde which attacked them with each swing.
"True. But, I can't help but feel like we're forgetting something," Richard noted thoughtfully, kicking a bookcase filled with necromatic annals onto a skeletal figure in tattered black robes. "Wonder what it was?" the elf mused, planting a foot on the bookcase victoriously.
Post by
470415
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Johann Augustus, Shareen
Location:
Western Lordaeron
Harthrend smashed his fist into the shield. He didn't even seem to notice the barrier in his way. His fists merely rose again and crashed again and again into the barrier, electricity singing along his arms and burning the flesh. An affliction he didn't even seem to notice.
"You can't stop me, witch!" the undead hissed between fleshless lips. "I've seen centuries pass! Civilizations fall beneath the hell of death itself! You're nothing! Nothing! You won't even have a grave! I'll rip the flesh form your very bones!" the giant roared.
Post by
470415
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Johann Augustus, Shareen
Location:
Western Lordaeron
"You could have had the knowledge of millenia! A gift! One any other would kill for! Die for! But you won't die! No no. Not at once. I'll rip your soul form your body, and feed on it for eternity! I'll remake the library. I have the knowledge. I have the time. And I'll! Have! YOUR!
HEAD!
"
Johann looked back, blinking as if that final primal scream of such utter hatred had torn him back to his senses.
Post by
470415
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Johann Augustus, Shareen
Location:
Western Lordaeron
Harthrend stumbled back, an arm rasied to shield his face from the explosion. As he lowered his arm, his teeth seemed to curl in a horrifying smile on spotting Naia's prone form. He chuckled darkly and hoarsely, taking a step towards the downed woman. "Such knowledge of pain I w-."
Anything else the undead was about to say was cut off as a shadow smashed into his head. With a sound resembling leather being torn, the undead's head was torn off its housing.
Johann tore his eyes away from the giants body, lowering his hand after casting the spell and reaching to Naia.
"Get up," he growled.
Post Reply
You are not logged in. Please
log in
to post a reply or
register
if you don't already have an account.