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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kitanga, Dag'rema, Gurka
Location: Feralas/Barrens?
Gurka laughed hatefully, reaching for her fistblades. "What fantastic timing," she answered, her voice still drenched in pain. "I've got a white-hot Lightsteel blade with your name on it, mother%^&*er," she spat, lunging at the demon.
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kitanga, Dag'rema, Gurka
Location: Feralas/Barrens?
Gurka hurled a ball of fire at the Void-maw, hoping to burn the spirit away. "I've spent years hunting things like you," she sneered. "Die in a fire."
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Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Feralas
The priestess halted in her tracks, sighing. So that was how it was to be... Casting a glance to the sky above, she merely hoped Elune would be able to watch over them all.
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
James Carbinem
Location:
Un'goro Crater
The bang of a musket sent jungle birds flying into the sky in a brilliant panorama of rich colours, set starkly against the dark greenery of the jungle canopy. The dwarf lowered the fat mouthed musket from his shoulder. "Bollocks!" he swore. Looping the rifle back over his shoulder, the dwarf removed his pith helmet and ran a hand across his bald brow. He flicked the sweat from his palm and glanced about. "Now where'd ye git ya bloody beastie..." he muttered. He wore a bright red uniform with gold buttons on the cuffs and chest. Replacing his white, bullet-shaped helmet, he adjusted the straps criss crossing his chest and stitched in with cylidnrical pouches from which could be seen the red bodies of shells, adjusting the brown burlap pack on his back. This done, he set off once more into the jungle, the mossy ground sinking with his every heavy step, flies buzzing about him, drawn by the sweat which streaked the dwarve's face. Now and again he'd swat a hand through their mass, but this was almsot automatic, and he barely seemed aware of it. His gimlet eyes were focused alone on the dense jungle which spread out all around.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka, Kitanga, Dag'rema
Location: Feralas
Gurka sneered, growling quietly at the vanishing demon. "Have you seen Silver?" Kitanga asked, walking over. Gurka merely cast a glare over at the other shaman.
Dag'rema got to her feet, looking around. Seemingly unsure of what to do, she nearly collapsed back down to her knees, but managed to stay standing. Letting out a deep sigh, she rubbed the sweat off her brow and shivered.
Character: Bizzix Screwspigot, Ivan Petrov, Arenei Talaana
Location: Un'Goro
Blam!
Bizzix grinned a broad goblin grin as he watched red chunks fly from the jungle cat he'd been watching. "Quite a bgood shot, if I do say so myself," he smirked, looking to the dark haired human and the quiet Draenei that he called his bodyguards. "What's the matter, you two? You never smile!" he laughed, heading out through the brush to his kill.
"What's there to smile about?" Ivan asked, following the goblin. Arenei followed silently, touching her chin and looking at the ground.
"We're hunting! Shooting big guns and making big holes in stupid animals! What's not to smile about?" Bizzix answered, rubbing the cleft of his strong chin and looking up at Ivan. "Do you want to shoot? Is that it?"
"No," Ivan answered flatly, crossing his arms and chuckling. "I'm more of a knife man, myself."
"A knife man?" Bizzix cackled, pointing at the jaguar. "Be my guest!" he paused, before suddenly scratching his ear. "Actually, that's an interesting idea...' he trailed off, before slinging his gun and drawing a serrated bowie knife. "Onward!"
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka, Kitanga, Dag'rema
Location: Feralas
"Is that a no?" Kitanga asked, sighing in frustration. "Fine, I guess I'll go look on my own," she stated, heading away.
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
James Carbinem
Location:
Un'goro Crater
James stopped and tilted his ear. "Wha's that? That sounded like someone explodin' a cat. And the onyl people 'ou explode cats...
Gooooobliiiiiiiiinnnnnsssssaaaaahhhhh!
" the dwarf roared as he pelted into the forest like a charging rhino.
Post by
paul28808
Sav
Ruins of Undercity
*applies poisons to blades and checks around for any intruders*.Finds a human rat and ends his life with a quick swipe of the blade.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka, Kitanga, Dag'rema
Location: Feralas
Gurka walked alongside Rotha, sighing deeply and refastening her blades to her belt.
Character: Bizzix Screwspigot, Ivan Petrov, Arenei Talaana
Location: Un'Goro
"Be careful. Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself," Ivan stated to Bizzix, leading a mule bearing a jaguar pelt behind him.
"Why don't you take care of your own self?" Bizzix laughed, dodging a strike from the raptor he was squaring off with and answering with a slash from his knife, leaving a long red gash in its scaly hide. "As pale as your skin is, I can't imagine you get outside much. Are you sure you're not ready to go back? The mosquitoes are getting pretty thick."
"I'll stay out here as long as I need to," Ivan answered, pulling his hood up so that all you could see was his thick goatee poking out. "You just keep your end."
As the two of them spoke, Aranei watched quietly, observing Bizzix's movements carefully in case he needed shielding or healing.
Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Feralas
Catching sight of Rotha and Gurka departing, Vashadya turned back to the others and - seeing the unsteady Dag'rema - made her weary way over to the warlock's side.
"Sorry,"
the priestess managed quietly, digging her staff into the ground for support and placing the orc's arm over her burdened shoulders.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
James Carbinem
Location:
Un'goro Crater
The crash of undergrowth signalled his arrival as James burst from the bushes. The dwarf tripped, rolled, and came up on one knee, rifle level and flashing to everything that looked threatening. "Nobody move! Ye hear! Go me gun trained on ya ya sick little blighters!"
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka, Kitanga, Dag'rema
Location: Feralas
Dag'rema scowled, but didn't resist the preistesses' effort. "I'm so cold..." she muttered bitterly, before shaking her head. "I don't even know what to think anymore. Maybe I deserve this," she added quietly, looking at the ground.
Character: Bizzix Screwspigot, Ivan Petrov, Arenei Talaana
Location: Un'Goro
Aranei looked over at the dwarf dispassionately, murmuring a word of shielding over Bizzix. Bizzix meanwhile simply rolled his eyes and, with a lightning-fast strike, stabbed the raptor in the neck, dropping it to the ground. "You've gotta funny way of introducing yourself, sir dwarf," the goblin stated, grinning as he wiped his bloody hands on his shirt.
"Positively hilarious," Ivan added dryly, crossing his arms. "Can we help you?"
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
James Carbinem
Location:
Un'goro Crater
The dwarf raised his eye from the scope and glanced about. "Eh? Wot's this?" He straightened slightly in his crouch. "'Ou 'r you lot then?"
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Bizzix Screwspigot, Ivan Petrov, Arenei Talaana
Location: Un'Goro
"Bizzix Screwspigot, Master Hunter, at your service, my hairy friend," Bizzix replied, presenting a clawed green hand. "And these are my comrades, Ivan McGrumpypants and Lady Stoicism."
"My name is Arenai Talaana," Arenai interrupted. "I am a Draenei Priestess." Ivan gave her a humourous glance, before turning back to the dwarf.
"Yes, right," Bizzix murmured. "And there behind you is Rear Admiral Muffintop the Third," he added, gesturing to a white tiger lurking in the shadows behind the dwarf.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
James Carbinem
Location:
Un'goro Crater
The dwarf glanced to each in turn. He straightened. "Aye." He swept hsi pith helmet revealing the tanned dome of his head as he bowed to her. "Beggin' yer pardon ma'am. Didn't know there was a lady present 'ere." He straightened and planted the helmet back on his head. "Meetin' ya is James Carbinem. Hunter, explorer, and member a the Ironforge Expeditionary forces. Third regiment, formerly. Pleasure, ma'am."
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