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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Maximilian Totentanz
Location:
Stormwind
The guard was sent to the floor at the blow from Dogal with a crash of metal, releasing the shield he had held. His jaw likely broken.
Max fell atop the second guard, teeth clenched in pain and ensuring his blade remained firmly in the other man. The guard coughed, blood welling near his lips. He looked to Max with horror, the blade nearly obscuring his view. He raised a shaky hand, reaching for the sword.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Cht'k-k-k
Location: Stormwind
Cht'k-k-k ambled up behind Max, looking down at the dying guard with glossy black eyes. "Need assistance?" she hissed.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Maximilian Totentanz
Location:
Stormwind
"That'd...be great," Max said, pushing himself off the dying guard. The sword sliding out with a hiss and leaving the man to gasp in pain. "Mind finishing him off? I need to raid that desk...for potions," he said, gesturing towards the desk at the other end of the room.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Cht'k-k-k
Location: Stormwind
Cht'k-k-k picked up the guard and gave him a bite. She would have eaten him if she'd had more time, but that would take a while.
Post by
jebby
Character
: Morris Maggotjaw
Location
: Stormwind
Morris pulled up short as another guard came around a corner. He charged at the guard, parrying the guards first attack before cutting his arm off at the elbow. As the guard looked down at his stump in shock, Morris finished him off with a quick decapitating slash.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Maximilian Totentanz
Location:
Stormwind
The guard gurgled as the nerubian bit into him. Within moments, his eyes rolled back and he slumped in the creatures arms.
Using the sword as a crutch, Max forced himself upright and limped over to the desk. He spat a string of curses as he hobbled over tot he chair, fairly falling into it. He threw open the drawers, searching for the first aid supplies.
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536837
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Post by
Aimsyr
Elsa Wolftongue
Westfall
"Never use your foot to test for traps," Elsa scolded Peter, alertly following him into the field. She was not sure what kind of traps a mage would have, if any, but she assumed they would not be too different from hunting traps in terms of how they were triggered. As for what they did, she preferred not to think of that.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Maximilian Totentanz
Location:
Stormwind
"No one," Maximilian said, yanking a drawer out completely and scattering its contents. And indeed there were not. The room was clear of any living humans save Max, who continued to root through the desk. A smile lit his face as he pulled open a drawer, several small red vials clinking against the wood.
"Finally!" he hissed, taking them out. "Okay, here's what's going to happen," Max began, uncorking the first vial. "Dogal? You and the new guy over there strip the guards. Put on whatever you can. Maybe splash some more blood on there. This needs to look good. Post modern good."
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Stormwind
"Sorry," Peter said abashedly. He followed Elsa carefully into the field. As they wandered amongst the caps, not a single trap made itself known. Peter glanced towards the town. Now that they had moved tot he side, the town became clearer without the sun beating against its back.
Peter quirked an eyebrow in bafflement at the town. He could only assume the homes were once more mundane, for they no longer were. Some were made of delicate china, others upside down, one was inside out, and a few were made of cards. One was even spinning about as if it were a top, and a second seemed to drift about the air like a cloud.
Peter paused. A glimpse through a side street afforded when a house with chicken legs wandered away showed him the town square. There, several jagged, black protrusions, sharpened on the ends speared through cracked ground haphazardly. The earth about these monoliths were blackened as if burned. And in the center of this ensemble was a vague black figure, too far away to make out many details.
Peter reached forward and tapped Elsa, pointing towards the figure.
Post by
Aimsyr
Elsa Wolftongue
Westfall
Elsa kept as close to the line of hats as possible, "any sign of your friend?" she asked, watching the mysterious figures intently.
Post by
jebby
Character
: Morris Maggotjaw
Location
: Stormwind
Morris did as he was told. That man seemed to be the one who started it all, so he would follow, for now.
Finding a guard close to his size, Morris donned his armor, with a helmet covering his entire face, before going to work on the other guards.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Stormwind
"Don't think that's her," Peter replied.
Post by
Aimsyr
Elsa Wolftongue
Westfall
Elsa rolled her eyes in exasperation, "I could guess that much... but do you see her at all?"
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Stormwind
Peter scanned the region carefully. Picking through everything he could, which wasn't made any easier with how it all seemed to be constantly moving or of fiercely clashing colours. Like the colour wheel had been rolled around indiscriminately.
He eventually sighed and shook his head. "No."
Post by
Aimsyr
Elsa Wolftongue
Westfall
"Well we better find her," she told him, sneaking towards the nearest building.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Stormwind
Peter hesitantly looked about, but followed the young woman.
Post by
Aimsyr
Elsa Wolftongue
Westfall
The pickpocket looked around alertly, before carefully making her way to the next building. Slowly the robed figure was becoming more distinct, though she did not dare get too close.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Stormwind
The man in the center of the square was tall and of a muscular build. He wore robes, and over top of it sparse armour as black as night. Broad shoulder pads buttressed his body, demonic faces warping the very metal. A similar affair gracing his breastplate with colossal fangs barring his midriff. Of his face nothing could be seen thanks to a black helmet. The sockets naught but bottomless pits of fire staring forward, while the metal of the helm seemed to be composed of strands, stretching backwards and running along his scalp. Spikes jutted threateningly from his armour, their tips slivers in the sunlight which beat down upon the square.
A sword nearly as tall as he was grasped in curled gauntlets. More claws than hands. The blade itself spread out near the top like a shovel, and the hilt stretched up and out along the blade like horns. A glorious red gem was set upon the cross guard, as if a single drop of blood was held within the set.
The figure did not seem to notice the two youths creeping about. Merely staring forward as if listening with rapt attention to an unheard voice.
Post by
Aimsyr
Elsa Wolftongue
Westfall
Elsa frowned, the stranger did not seem to be mage - he was too heavily armoured for that. She turned to Peter, "what now?" she whispered.
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