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Mysterious Mists of Change {Open RP}
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Ironforge
George gestured with his head and massive hat. "Lead on."
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Squeak Grindgear, Sparkbolt Grindgear
Location: Goldshire
It was a slow day at the potion shop with only a few customers looking at the potions and herbs set out. The front door swung open as two gnomes walked into the store. The one on the right was a man with short neon green hair with blue eyes and was wearing blue overalls and a white shirt. The one on the left was a woman with bubblegum pink hair pulled back into a low ponytail with blue eyes and was wearing a green robe.
"I don't think this is a good idea." Sparkbolt said as the two approached the counter.
"We have to find out the truth. We can't just ignore what we saw." Squeak said as she stopped and pulled out a small wand from her sleeve and waved it causing the small bell on the counter to ring.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ohrmuzd
Location
: Skull Island
Ohrmuzd nodded, to himself as much to the hat, and pushed the boat further. He suspected Faust would take both of them away anyway, and yet still felt the need to secure a means of leaving the island.
He headed inland, humming along to the dirge's bells pounding through his bloodstream. The berserker strode with no target in mind - he waited for a target to present itself.
Character
: Jastiel Vorei
Location
: Ironforge
"Does urging people to do things they would have done anyway help you get under an impression something you say matters?" Jastiel snorted, turning on his heels and waiting for Vanitas to lead the way.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Ironforge
"Does making unnecessarily complicated sentences fool anyone into thinking you're intelligent?"
Character:
Hatty Hattington
Location:
Stranglethorn
The very second the albino stepped into the jungle screams erupted from small dark figures swaying amongst the dense green foliage above.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ohrmuzd
Location
: Skull Island
Ohrmuzd threw his head back and roared in response.
"Come and get some!" he beckoned, drawing his sword.
Character
: Jastiel Vorei
Location
: Ironforge
Jastiel grinned.
"That was almost a good comeback," he chuckled. "What's next, standing up to bad people with pointy sticks? You're improving, and we're all so very proud of you.
We are proud, yes, Pigtails?"
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Ironforge
"Condescending replies," George replied coldly. "How very respectable."
Tula was occupied eating a pickle.
Character:
Hatty Hattington
Location:
Stranglethorn
"Word of advice," Hatty noted as he watched several of the small dark figures swing towards the heart of the jungle. "If they start throwing chocolate pudding...its naught."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ohrmuzd
Location
: Skull Island
"Hnnnngh. I'll bathe in their blood for such offense," Ohrmuzd growled promisingly, following the shadows further into the jungle. It was not long before the trees obscured the view of the shore completely.
Character
: Jastiel Vorei
Location
: Ironforge
"Yup, condescending!" Jastiel nodded cheerfully. "Doing otherwise would actually mean respecting you, or treating you as something like an equal. Newsflash: I don't treat annoying pansies as equal."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Ironforge
"I respect your opinion and that you have the courage to voice it. In fact, I applaud it, for having so very many caustic and sarcastic opinions has no doubt gained you few friends. But being a loner due to your upfront opinions is truly unfortunate. If only more people appreciated your remarks and special personality. Sure you may seem like every other penny dreadful anti-hero, but you have depth they fail to appreciate.
"Yes," the lanky youth continued philosophically, closing his eyes and tilting his chin back. "I have no doubt you rarely made friends with others, and in fact drove away most. But that was only because they failed to appreciate your uniqueness. Your poisonous personality is just who you are, and you should always be true to yourself, even if it causes people to charge you more, avoid you, and generally talk behind your back.
"But you don't care about any of that," George said with a firm nod. "No doubt because your parents and loved ones never really gave you the affection you deserved. Its not your fault that you come off as a detestable person. It all comes back to a poor childhood, one repressed but bubbling to the surface to spill over in barbed words and an acidic tongue. Yes," George nodded sagely, giving the cryomancer a heartfelt pat on the back, "I too once had anger issues. But that part of my life is over, but never forgotten." He tapped his hat, eliciting a dull ring. He smiled sadly at Jastiel, as though looking at the child who desperately cried himself to sleep every night currently pictured. "Just remember, you are who you are."
Character:
Hatty Hattington
Location:
Stranglethorn
Hatty glanced back the way they came. He looked back up, where there were far less monkeys than before watching them go. The hat narrowed his fabric at some of the misshapen shadows as they caught the sun through the trees. "R those...wings?"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ohrmuzd
Location
: Skull Island
Ohrmuzd looked up. All of a sudden, he burst out in a fit of barking laughter, endlessly entertained.
"A winged simian! Hnnngh aarghahahaha! Is that not the best joke anyone has ever made?" he chortled. "Shiver, headgear, the angels of the Isle of Skulls are upon us! Aaaarghhahahahahahaha!"
Character
: Jastiel Vorei
Location
: Ironforge
Jastiel yawned into George's face.
Post by
Snake387
Character
: Hexic Lawdon
Location
: Acherus: The Ebon Hold
"You have got to be joking!" Hexic practically screamed at the Gryphon Rider, "You've got to be kidding about you having no gryphons left! What kind of Gryphon Roost is this? You Ebon people are pure idiots I swear!" Hexic stormed off after his rant, and went to a quiet corner where he got his hearthstone out. Sighing heavily, he used it and appeared in an inn.
The inn was the nearest to his flat in the Forlorn Cavern, and, as drunk dwarves stared at him blankly, he staggered out of the inn and kneeled upon the lake. Why was there two lakes and two of everything?" He wondered idly. This was the reason he personally hated using his hearthstone.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Ironforge
"That's the spirit," George replied unflappably.
Character:
Hatty Hattington, Professor Simon
Location:
Stranglethorn
"Hilarious," the hat deadpanned.
The monkey swung deep into the jungle, scrambling down trees and across branches, his message burning on his tongue. He more rolled than came to a stop in a deep clearing, falling to all fours in supplication before several tall, overgrown stone steps.
"Eh? What do you want?"
The monkey exploded into gestures with both hands, offsetting them with eager screeches and frantic hops about the grass.
"What!" There was a sound as though some great mass rising. "Another! On my island! Who would dare enter the realm of Professor Simon! Perhaps he's with the other one...have you found that one yet? No? Of course not! What did I give you all your minds for!"
Quaking and cowering before the voice of its master, the monkey threw forth a series of supplementary gestures in an effort of placation.
"Eh? What's this? White! You're sure?"
Frantic nods.
"I see...I see...and ah...how...muscled, did you say he was?"
A desperate hop as though to try and express this.
"Wh-what! What's that you say!" A thoughtful silence filled the clearing for a long moment. It was broken by the sound of stone breaking beneath a fist. "Bring him to me! Alive!" Screeches and thunderous bellows filled the clearing. "I will show him the true glory of muscular might! Yes! FLy! Fly my pretties! Bring him!" Thuds from dozens of heavy feet rumbled through the earth and into the jungle.
Post by
morginar
Character
: Lyshalis Mirkdancer
Location
: Desolace
Lyshalis gazed on the objective ahead of her. Her thoughts on what maner of demonic pets and witchcraft dwell inside and how to exterminate them as silent and quick as it was possible for a elf.
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Gorshank the Ruiner
Location:
Ironforge, Military District
Stepping out of the Nether was never easy or painless, but it was necessary. Perched atop a building like some monstrous gargoyle, Gorshank didn't bother to disguise his demonic form. If anyone saw the Drealord in the shadows of the roof, they wouldn't believe their eyes and dismiss him. A nathrezim in Ironforge? Impossible! The demon sorcerer smiled, eyes full of malevolent glee.
Gorshank turned to the elf beside him. The empty husk that had once held Abigail Brightwing's soul had not started to rot yet, but it wouldn't be good for anything soon. "Gorsh nat nal Firang talguth ma fadager humu na!" said Gorshank quietly, finishing the incantation that he had been working on for the last few minutes.
Gorshank shuddered and gasped, the motion was repeated by the High Elf corpse. His throat rattled as a green mist vomited from his fanged mouth. The mist, which was his essence, flew straight down the elf's gullet. Gorshank toppled over backward, his body unconscious on the roof, breathing slowly. Gorshank, in the elf, stepped towards his body. This incantation would only last about three hours, he until then to bring Hexic back to the Nether. Or until the body started rotting, whichever came first.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Vanitas Caligula
Location
: Ironforge
"Just in here," Vanitas said, beckoning them into a side room. The floor and walls had several concentric rings drawn on them. The space between each ring had been filled with what appeared to be a series of equations (though the language was unrecognizable).
The whole room hummed with a steady churn of energy. "Just step inside and hold onto your stomachs," Vanitas said, gesturing.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Ironforge
Tula skipped into the circle. She suddenly turned on Vanitas, a knife in her hand. "Wait...you did mean literally, right?"
George sighed and stepped inside.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ohrmuzd
Location
: Skull Island
"Oh, you have
no
idea," Ohrmuzd murmured, rolling his shoulders. The monkeys of the Skull Island were hesitant to attack, for whatever reason. Had his degree of affinity with the Dirge Dagger been greater, he would have given then a reason, but that had not yet come to pass, so there was only one thing left for him to do.
The berserker trudged along, impatiently waiting to meet whoever held these creatures' leash. The crimson blade sung furiously in his hands when he used it to cut a swathe through the green; the lush vegetation had just enough life to irritate the weapon, to make it sing for blood louder and louder.
Character
: Jastiel Vorei
Location
: Ironforge
"He did not mean literally," Jastiel deadpanned, hiding a smile and stepping into the circle.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Vanitas Caligula
Location
: Ironforge
"I would recommend keeping your stomach inside your gut," Vanitas agreed and stepped into a different circle. This one was more tightly worked and seemed to be tied to the other with a series of written lines. "On three. THREE!" he said, snapping his fingers.
With a lurch, the whole world went white and black. Glaring feedback assaulted the ears and the sun turned black, radiating lines of darkness instead of light.
Then, as quickly as it had happened, it stopped.
Their surroundings had changed. A tropical sun shone overhead, reflecting off of the endless, deep blue waters stretching out into the distance. They were standing on a wooden bridge between two rickety buildings. Around them, mountains rose into the air and more buildings could be seen, hugging closely to the mountains. Ships sat in a harbor outside.
Oh, and there were goblins everywhere.
"Booty Bay, gentlemen and lady," Vanitas said, bowing.
Post by
Snake387
Character
: Hexic Lawdon
Location
: Ironforge
Eventually, the side effects of the hearthstone stopped and Hexic stood up and attempted to dignify himself again by smoothing down his armour. While he was doing this, his eyes fixed upon something before he realized what he was doing and shook himself out of it. Hexic began to walk away from the lake, hitting himself every so often.
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Anhi
Location:
Twisting Nether
In his boredom, Anhi had idly summoned twenty Felguard, forcing them to serve him. The massive Pit Lord, now bored of watching the lesser demons, stared dejectedly into the Well. None was more surprised than he when a small time portal ripped through the walls of the Nether, or when the tiny infinite drakonid stepped through, closing the time warp behind him.
"What is the meaning of this?" bellowed the demon lord, "What hubris brings you here?"
"I am the savior of Azeroth," whispered Aika, "I have come to kill you. But first; where is Gorshank?"
"The Dreadlord is busy, gnat," rumbled Anhi, "Leave now or die."
Aika simply shook his head, pike lowered towards the annihilan. The Pit Lord glared down at Aika, "Kill the dragonkin!"
As one, the Felguard charged the lone drakonid. Aika rushed forward to meet them, smoothly shoving his pike through the first demon's chest. Not missing a beat, Aika withdrew his weapon and swung it, decapitating two Felguard, before ramming it through the abdomen of a third.
Aika pulled out his pike and parried the swords of three Felguard. He lashed out with his double ended pike, impaling the two on either side of him. Aika kicked the central one down, sinking his teeth into the demon's neck while ripping his pike out of the dead and stabbing another Felguard in front of him.
One by one, Aika felled his attackers, until all twenty of the Felguard lay dead around him. Snarling, Anhi drew a huge cutlass and rushed towards Aika, bringing his weapon downwards for a mighty blow.
Aika parried the chop, but his pike shattered. The drakonid ran from the superior foe as Anhi swung again, barely missing Aika's tail. The dragonkin reached the well, Anhi right behind him. From the depths of Aika's armor came the magic hourglass, filled with black sands.
"NO!" thundered Anhi and he threw his sword at Aika. But it was to late; the hourglass's magic touched the well...and it exploded violently.
Anhi burst into flames and was flung against the far wall, his own sword flew back and rammed him through his heavily muscled chest. The well itself imploded as the fel waters inside disintegrated. The hourglass cracked; but it held, protecting Aika from the blast.
As suddenly as it had begun, the eruption was over, leaving only black soot where the well was. The orb prison fell to the stone floor, shattering into a thousand pieces. A scream emanated from the remains as High Lady Abigail Brightwing's soul was sucked forever into the Void; doomed to torture in the Nether for all eternity.
A flash of light suddenly shot up from the shattered prison, forming into the crystalline form of A'ruu the naaru. Aika smiled at his handy work, "Now for Gorshank!"
"What have you done, mortal?" said A'ruu in that song-like voice. The naaru glided serenely towards Aika, "Leave now," he said, "Or I will eliminate you." The words were said without anger or vengeance; just the stating of simple facts.
Aika, not wanting to test his might against A'ruu, opened the golden time portal...and Drandormu stepped through. The young dragon was in his mortal guise of a high elf, draped in bronze robes with a sandstone encrusted sword gripped in his hands. "Aika," he said, "Your time is up."
"I am not done yet!" screamed the drakonid, raising the hourglass. Drandormu swiftly put his sword through the dangerous artifact, saying, "Your 'work' is at its do end...and it was not short enough."
Weaponless, Aika turned and ran. Flames erupted from Drandormu's mouth, enveloping around the fleeing infinite dragonkin. The sandy flames did not kill Aika, only paralyzing and bring him down. The bronze dragon stepped towards his defeated foe, "You will answer to the Timeless One, Aika!" he said, "Do you realize how long it will take to undo what you have wrought? You nearly released the Old Gods by merely coming here! This is Azeroth's most critical time-frame!"
Aika twisted around, shattered white eyes glaring at his captor, "I have saved Azeroth!"
"No, Aika," said the dragon, "Only endangered it."
"I WILL NOT BE DENIED!"
Anhi, burning, crippled, dying, rushed forward in one last, desperate attempt at victory. Fel powers came to his palms and he lashed out, sending waves of green fire at his enemy. Aika scream as the fel fires consumed him from the inside out, melting him into tiny peices. "Mecry! Mercy!" he screeched, but none would come. His last words were cut off as he literally exploded, sending gobbets of burnt dragonkin flying throughout the Nether room.
Drandormu barely managed to hold off the fel power as he collapsed on to his knees, gasping with pain. As serene as ever, A'ruu glided towards the Pit Lord. The dying demon turned to the naaru and unleashed his full might against the light being.
A'ruu shuddered visibly as the fel fire consumed him. Anhi was laughing as the naaru struggled before him. Suddenly, the demon's laughter turned to yells of terror. A thrumming sound reverberated through the Nether and with a blinding flash of light and a tremendous
CRACK!
It was over.
As the light cleared away; there was no sign of A'ruu. If the naaru had perished at the Pit Lord's hands, Drandormu could never know. But Anhi still stood in the center of the room; though only his blackened skeleton gave confirmation of this. Along with his life, Anhi's blood had been taken from him...as well as the threat of demonic corruption.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Ironforge
The sudden difference in space found George's feet an inch above the ground. When the inevitable fall came, the youth's knees crumpled with a gasp of surprise as he fell to his hands and knees.
"Wah!" Tula cried, dancing to the side and waving her arms as space suddenly shifted, throwing her equilibrium to tatters. She swayed and finally regained her balance.
Character:
Hatty Hattington, Professor Simon
Location:
Stranglethorn
Passing the bushes by gave way to a sight of perhaps a dozen apes. Knuckled against the ground, the beasts hunched forwards and glared at the albino. Brown and black fur bristled with ill repressed threat as they shuffled about, pacing on all fours in a strange swaying gait, throwing their feet forward, balancing on calloused hands, clearly agitated as they snarled at Ohrmuzd. The green berets which sat on their heads failed to move at their restless behaviour, though the loose belts about their waists and strapped over shoulders to crisscross scarred, broad chests jingled with crude weaponry.
One, wearing a red beret knuckled forward from the others. He hooted, raising thick hands the size of a gnome's head and making swift gestures.
"Sine language?" Hatty remarked in some surprise.
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