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Post by
Aimsyr
Yalira Stormtongue
Darnassus
"No-one it seems," Yalira observed, not taking her eyes off her target.
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Post by
morginar
Character: Sinthaldris Lori'thernas (alpha)
Location: Darnassus
The Night elven warrior and a member of the Ravenguard assaulted her target dummy with her runed elunite sword towards the dummy who valiantly wore the armour of orcish origin had a hard time when the Kaldorei in green scalemail and plate, striked against it's inanimate body. After finishing the imaginary target by using the momentum of a 360 spin, Sinthaldris managed to knock the helmet of with her shield.
She smiled to herself in her victory over the vicious and brutal dummy that lied in defeat, but alas it was all in her head and the dummy was still a dummy and not a foe, she placed her sword and shield tilting on the wall as she returned the buckeld helmet back to it's owner.
Sinthaldris the lightly purple colored elf with spruce green hair turned to the others in the training area. "She is not the only one here amongst us to be called new." The junior member of the Ravenguard added to the conversation.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane, Malice
Location: Krasarang Wilds
"Excellent..." Snowmane murmured, finishing her task of sealing one of the boards. "I'm going to head into the back and do some patchwork there."
Character: Taelani
Location: Darnassus
"I'm hardly new. I've been a priestess for some four thousand years now," Taelani commented.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai
Location:
Krasarang Wilds
"Hm? Ah, very good then," Varyn replied, having already begun screwing the boards down, Mordecai soon joining in as well.
Post by
morginar
Character: Sinthaldris Lori'thernas
Location: Darnassus
"And i have wielded the sword for over three thousand years, but that maters not, i am still new to the organisation." Sinthaldris replied.
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Post by
Aimsyr
Yalira Stormtongue
Darnassus
"Young, old, what does it matter? We all die the same," Yalira stated, perhaps somewhat defensively; the night elf hated it when others pulled rank - or rather age - on her, she was every bit as skilled with her bow as the oldest huntresses.
As if demonstrating her point she let loose another arrow, lancing a dummy through its wooden heart all the way at the far end of the range.
Post by
morginar
Character: Sinthaldris Lori'thernas
Location: Darnassus
"Me? Weel about half a year now." Sinthalis answered.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Aldos, Sharadon, Silla
Location: Barrens
"We where trying to figure out who would summon such a creature." Isindra spoke up from Aldos' shoulder.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Damocles Rex
Location:
The Clockworks
Damocles scowled slightly and stepped into the room.
"Subject 67."
"Please," the room's resident cried in a smooth voice, "call me Willard."
"...Why would I do that?
"Why not? Don't like Willard? I have some other ones, like Richard! I've had plenty of time to think on it you know. Don't exactly get much company these days."
Damocles eyed the man coldly. That he was male had to be considered from his voice, for there were no immediate physical inclinations on his lithe frame. He was wound in a tight metal binding about the chest, beneath which could be seen a frayed robe black as midnight. Chains lead from the walls and confined him from the jacket, boots and hands to the ceiling, floor and walls respectively. With every motion he rattled sharply like he sported the whole dungeon on his dress. His hands were not present, merely a pair of metal domes with three equally spaced slits where they should be. Both long arms were crossed across his metal clad chest and tightly drawn towards the walls by chains.
Yet even with these, his head drew the most attention. Subject 67's head was oval and smooth like a dome, with predatory sharp teeth grinning out of long hinged jaw like a worgen or snake's. The rest of his head was wound tightly in frayed bandages, mummifying him and hiding his features. When he spoke a forked tongue hissed out and he was prone to pausing, as if considering how best to position his tongue to pronounce the words.
"I don't suppose," Subject 67 drawled, inclining his blind head towards Damocles with a rattle, "that you've come down with a case of red eye lately?"
The man in black frowned a little deeper. "Subject 67," he began again. "I have come to procure your services in pursuit of a few fugitives."
"Oh, so it
is
you. I thought I was hallucinating again, but only one man can talk like he had a stick shoved that far up his ass. And trust me, I know what a person with a stick shoved up their back door sounds like, if you know what I mean." Had he eyebrows, 67 would be wiggling them.
"Do you agree or not?"
"What do I get out of it? I mean, other than out of this?" He shrugged, rattling like the ghost of Jacob Marley and all his friends.
"You should be honored merely by helping restore the timeline."
"Go figure, I'm not too altruistic. That part must have been lost when some @#$%^&* shot me in the knees and shoved a gag in my mouth. Without even a date no less! How is Marianne anyway?"
"Dead," Damocels returned crisply.
67 shrugged once more. "Well, so much for a kiss. So! What do I get out of it?"
"I am willing to concede fifteen minutes out of the chains everyday for exercises provided you assist."
67 was silent for a moment after that. Then, he chuckled. "Gyeheh, looks like you really want them. But no, I don't too much mind the chains. Makes me know you care. No, I want something else. Something only you can get me."
Damocles eyed the creature before him guardedly. "And that would be?"
"Pasta."
A silence followed that. Damocles peered from under his hats brim towards the chained figure. "...I feel I shouldn't ask but, why?"
"Are you kidding!" 67 demanded in shock. "What's better than pasta? I mean, other than sex, but odds are you'd be hesitant to give me a hooker now and then. So hey! Pasta! Next best thing. Nothing like a good plate of spaghetti, with some lovely marinara sauce with real kelbassa sausage with some oregano. The noodles cooked just right, not too soft but not hard either. And the taste! My Light! Can you even grasp it? Like an orgy on the tongue. And throw in some nice red wine and...Ooooooh," he hissed, clinking in his confines, "giving me the chills just thinking about it! So," he asked, leaning forward again, "we got a deal?"
Damocles frowned. He knew Subject 67 was teasing him, amusing itself by asking such a idiotic request. After all, the beast knew it couldn't flee far. But that was fine, he supposed. Only the result mattered. Means were merely how one reached that. And he knew that 67 was reliable, and brutal. He would work, and he'd do it well, if nettling him all the way.
Damocles nodded. "Done."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane, Malice
Location: Krasarang Wilds
Snowmane headed into the back and went ahead with patching up the walls. The owner would still have work to do, but it was better than nothing. While she worked, she set about actually locating him as well.
Character: Taelani
Location: Darnassus
"I was actually recruited mere weeks ago," Taelani shrugged. "A bit surprised I went so long unnoticed."
Character: Gurka, Kitanga, Dag'rema
Location: Taurajo
"A good question..." Gurka nodded.
Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Barrens
"If it
was
a priestess or a warden, power alone would not be enough, they would have to be well in tune with the Shadow," Vashadya thought out loud, remembering their earlier conversation.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai
Location:
Krasarang Wilds
Screwing the first board into place was fairly easy with Mordecai holding it steady. As he worked, it helped him focus somewhat, which additionally served to remind him that there was a third person in the room. He paused looked up to Malice. "Would you, ah, like to help?" he offered.
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Post by
morginar
Character: Sinthaldris Lori'thernas
Location: Darnassus
"Only for a few weeks, that's quite a short period of time for those that have lived for millennia." Sinthaldris replied slowly.
Post by
Aimsyr
Yalira Stormtongue
Darnassus
"I was recruited only yesterday, but I have been a huntress for most of my life," Yalira added, glancing in Anatala's direction, glad the conversation had moved on, "but what about you, how long have you been a Ravenguard?"
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Post by
Aimsyr
Yalira Stormtongue
Darnassus
Seven hundred years?
Yalira thought to herself, realizing the organisation itself was a lot older than she had been lead to believe - who knew just what they had achieved, let alone had a hand in, over the course of those centuries.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane, Malice
Location: Krasarang Wilds
Malice stayed silent for a moment. "I͝ doņ't k͝nǫw ̵h̢ow̴ ̕mu̢c̷h ̶h͜e̛l͟p̀ ͡I ͝w͟ou̴ld̶ b̶e.̵.̛.̨" she answered finally.
Character: Taelani
Location: Darnassus
Taelani narrowed her eyes and resumed firing at her target. She felt like it was being presumed that she was less experienced because of her short time in the organization.
Character: Gurka, Kitanga, Dag'rema
Location: Taurajo
"Perhaps it was summoned," Dag'rema suggested, approachnig the group. Gurka glared at her, but Kitanga tried to maintain a passive stance. "By a necromancer or shadow priest of some sort, I mean."
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