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oneforthemoney
Character:
Johann Augustus, Shareen
Location:
Western Lordaeron
Johann took a last look at the warrior before following Naia.
Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza, Alana
Eldre'Thalas
Sasha and Alana both ducked in quickly.
Ferin Hopewell, Specter
Tanaris
Ferin nodded; making his way across the room quickly.
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Sashastrasza, Alana
Eldre'Thalas
Sasha blinked. "Uhm... by chance... is you're company missing some anti-magic?" She asked.
Vira Darkbreeze, Forsaken Rebels, Dinnerbones
Darrowshire
The odd asortment of undead made their way into the town hall. Marrow the ghoul, Articular the flaming skull, Bicep the skeletal mage, and Femur the zombie. The four shambled in and through the halls until they reached the main room.
"Good, you're here." Vira nodded.
"We are indeed." Marrow nodded. "Told you that one day you would have need of.... THE DINNERBONES!" He stated with a dramatic point, the other three striking similiar poses.
"You're going back to the Undercity." The Dark Ranger stated, not missing a beat.
The undead stared. "What?" The asked in unison; Bicep's jaw literally falling to the floor.
"The Crusade has requested that we gather intel on the Forsaken war machine. Out of all I can think of, you're group would have been the least missed." She stated; looking upwards. "So... up to the challenge?"
The four looked at eachother, huddling together and whispering. Occasionally, one of them woud look up at Vira, although from their managable expressions it was clearly just to stare at her.
"Alright." Marrow nodded, turning back to face the leader. "We'll do it. For we are...-"
"Just get to it." Vira stated. "We're short enough on time."
The group stared for a moment, turning and making their way out sorrowfully.
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Sparkbolt
Character: Richard, Gundarr, Karen
Location: Ironforge
"I'm going with the ship." Richard said.
"I don't think that's such a good idea, besides there will be plenty of engineers onboard if anything goes wrong." Gundarr said.
"Why not?" Richard asked standing up.
"No offense but you've been out of action for fifteen years. That's a long time when it comes to combat." Gundarr said.
"No offense?" Richard said walking up to Gundarr and looking down at the dwarf. "You forget who I am. What I am capable of." He said starting to walk back. "I'm a hundred of these engineers. I can master in days what takes others months to learn. I'm the first tech mage to actually be considered an arch mage by the kirin tor. So yes I may be a little behind on the times but that means nothing when time has practically stopped for me." He said turning back to Gundarr. "That ship is the product of what I believe in and I will not let it go without me."
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Eaton Grey
Hearthglen
"Good day, ma'am," Eaton said and nodded to the elf. "Enjoy your meal."
He did the same in silence to Johann when he passed.
With the support of the wall he then began to stumble in the opposite direction. After some toiling he made his destination. A sentry saluted and opened the heavy door to the building housing officers' quarters. Navigating the familiar hallways, Eaton left a trail of mud on the tiled floors that eventually led up to his own door. With some effort he pulled it open, entered his quarters and began undressing.
When all his muddy garments and plates lay in a pile beneath him, he stumbled into the bathroom where a steaming shower awaited.
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Atik
Sashastrasza, Alana
Eldre'Thalas
"I imagine that's a yes?" Sasha asked.
Ferin Hopewell, Specter
Tanaris
Ferin stopped at the door; staring at the number pad to unlock it.
Post by
morginar
Character: Zeltharis Nightsong
Location: Stormwind Keep
Zeltharis muffled her scream of pain by biting her lower lip to the extent that it started to bleed as the wristblade pierced her ankle.
The damage to the elf's ankle also coused her to grip the rope even harder. The coarse thread was now making the flesh of the elf's fingers as they where exposed by the fingerless gloves, to bleed.
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Sparkbolt
Character: Karen, Richard, Gundarr
Location: Ironforge
"It will still be a few hours till everything is loaded onto the ship." Richard said as him and Gundarr walked back towards Karen.
"I've already given the captain her orders so as soon as it's finished you're leaving." Gundarr said. "Good luck Richard. And try to comeback in one piece." He added before turning and walking off.
"You're leaving?" Karen asked and Richard nodded.
"Me and Sparkbolt have a job to do." He said and smiled. "This means you and Loki are in charge while we're gone." He added.
"Wait you want us to run the factory?" She stammered in shock.
"Well if you don't want to I'm sure Loki could do it on his own." Richard shrugged.
"No no no I can handle it." Karen quickly replied.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Johann Augustus, Shareen
Location:
Western Lordaeron
"Yeah," Johann agreed, stretching his stiff arms over his head.
Character:
Dr.Prometheus, D79, Pyre, Smiles
Location:
Tirisfal Glades, Bulwark
The Bulwark had come a long way in the days of peace. Mainly because such feelings had never reached it. Acting as the border between the Argent holdings and those of the Banshee Queen, it had been converted into a fortress!
Dominating walls built into the pass faced outwards towards new Lordaeron. Standing at the very brink of the border like an antagonistic child, guns and cannon glared outwards towards the revitalized human kingdoms. The pass was blocked off by a single large gate held between two massive watchtowers. (Whether Sylvanas appreciated the irony of her defenses resembling the Greymane wall, no one dared ask).
As if to compensate for the positively exuberant defenses facing the Crusade lands, those turned to the Forsaken realms were sparse, if even present at all. A small town rested against the rear of the wall, more a trading post than anything else and populated with as many inns as Barracks for the troops. Built to house and entertain the soldiers of the Bulwark as well as the many merchants who passed through, the town was oddly quiet that day. A foreboding atmosphere hanging over the nestled collection of Forsaken architecture.
For the first time in years, the gates had been closed.
Merchants who had failed to pass through before the sudden closure, regardless of trepidation, had already started to prepare and leave. Few believed the chance of passing back through the gates would come any time soon. And the prospect of being caught in whatever came was not a prospect relished by any but the most opportunistic of merchantman.
Henry Valeros was a sentry on duty, leaning against a spear as he stared out at the greenery of Lordaeron. He sighed, idly running a finger along the parapets of the wall. "Hey Lorenzo? Do you really think it was the Crusade?" the Forsaken asked his companion.
The other Forsaken scoffed. He glanced up and over the wall, sketching the scene in a otebook by the light of single lamp. "Don't be stupid. The Crusade isn't dumb enough to try and piss us off. And if they were, they'd go for a sneak attack! Element of surprise and all that. None of this pissing around crap."
"Eh?" Henry leaned up, blue eyes sparking in interest. "What'dya mean by that?"
Lorenzo pointed his pencil at his companion like a lecturer would a pointer. "Listen good old chum 'nd listen well. This whole thing is probably made up by the Queen herself! For all we know, she could have finally cracked and decided to go to war. But thought 'hey! I bet it would look more reasonable to everyone else if they thought the Crusade started it. Then, I'd look like the victim.' " Lorenzo chuckled, returning to his sketch. "It's classic misdirection. She did the same sort of thing back when those Alchemists took over the Undercity."
"But...that was because the Dreadlord betrayed her."
"Aha! That's what they
want
you to think."
"I dunno Henry. I don't think you should talk about stff like that. It could get you in trouble..."
"Oh come on. Half the Forsaken think it, and a quarter aren't afraid to say it. What'r they gonna-."
With a puff the lamplight was extinguished, shrouding them in darkness. A muffled shout and the sounds of struggle suddenly whispered thorough the night. Noises soon extinguished. Movement in the night came a few minutes later, as a figure in a smiley faced mask propped the two guards back up so it would appear they were on watch. The only sign they were not the darkness of their eye sockets, robbed of their unholy light by death.
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Characters:
Lord Rivendare
Location: Road to Darrowshire, Eastern Lordaeron
Lord Rivendare saw a figure wearing the uniform of the Argent Crusade in the distance and spurred Deathcharger up to him. "Well, well, who might you be?" the death knight asked. "A living man so close to a town owned by the dead. What are you doing around here?"
Character: Ras
Location: Gilneas City, Gilneas
"The one I serve merely wished for you to know that fate of your people, so that you may know where your enemies lie," Ras said with a bow. "Even if war is not your intention, be prepared; for it is the intention of the Forsaken."
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