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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Blood Port, Southern Howling Fjord
"Of course, of course," Morec said, walking and rubbing his hands together. "But first I will have to see to it that my forces are propperly armed and organized. Have your mistress send her soldiers to the borders of their lands first, and tell her we will be joining them shortly."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Saravet Runerunner, Tyrin
Location
: Howling Fjord
"They are already on the way."
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
Sataira stepped outside of Utguard Keep, glancing around. The forces had already gone off ahead of her.
She shook her head, having forgotten she still needed a new mount. "Blast that stupid blue, destroying Sorigosa..." She huffed. Waving her hand, a death gate began to form before her.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Blood Port, Southern Howling Fjord
"Excellent, excellent," Morec and his company pased the vrykul-bone sign that read Blood Port. "Boy and girls!" he yelled to the awaiting Demens company. "It's time to go to war! Get your arses in gear and your hands on your weapons! Move! Move! MOVE!" The small army of psychopaths set to work grabbing armor weapons and tomes from the supplies Morec had brought.
"As for while we wait," Morec said, turning back to his guests. "What would you say to a little tour of our humble abode, perhaps something to eat and drink while you're here as well."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Howling Fjord
"Lady Sataira? Where are you going?" The ascendant from before called, hurrying to catch up to her.
Drakkus entered the rookery, several other riders and tenders of the proto drakes within looking up in surprise. The undead ignored these, along with the smell of wet hay and whatever the drakes had been given for food. Passing by dozens of stalls he finally came upon a small group of riders, who already had their beasts mounted and ready.
"Danovich," one of the riders greeted. Drakkus nodded at him but did not stop until he reached a proto drake, somewhat smaller than the others but who glanced up happily at the undeads arrival. With assistance from a stable hand he mounted it, the dragon wriggling in happiness at its rider returning to it. Drakkus reached down and patted the creatures side earning a contented rumble from the beast.
"Are we ready?" he called out to a group of Vykrul on several other wyrms.
"Aye sir!"
With a nod and kick to the sides the beast Drakkus took off with a running jump, flapping its wings eagerly as it led a half dozen other of its kind, along with an odd smattering of gargoyles hefting rattling sacks, into the skies northward toward the Grizzly hills.
Character
: Saravet Runerunner, Tyrin
Location
: Howling Fjord
"Oh! That sounds-."
"We have already feasted," Tyring interrupted sharply. Saravet jolted slightly and glanced back at the Ascendant. A glance between the two was exchanged and Saravet turned back to Morec with her jaw set firmly.
"Ah, yes. We thank you but have eaten back at the Keep."
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Blood Port, Southern Howling Fjord
"Suits yourself, we don't have much to offer anyway. All the food we've had thus far has been gathered during our little time here," he noticed a murloc spine lying on the ground as he headed for the runashore ship - his temporary headquarters. "Hmm, murloc. Interesting," he then muttered, "I only remember vrykul." His voice returned to normal. "Anyway, tell me a bit about yourselves; I like to get to know my allies, especially those closest to me."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Saravet Runerunner, Tyrin
Location
: Howling Fjord
"You first. Corpse," Tyrin growled.
"Tyrin!" Saravet hissed at the other. Turning back to Morec she apologized with: "I apologize for him. He's not used to not being in the midst of battle."
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Blood Port, Southern Howling Fjord
"I can understand the feeling," Morec said, smiling at Tyrin. "If you seek to insult me, though, you had best create a few insults that do not apply to your leader as well. Now, would you like to go on, Miss Runerunner?"
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Saravet Runerunner, Tyrin
Location
: Howling Fjord
"I'm not very interesting... Sir Morec," she said, trying to deflect his interest as she ducked her head slightly, covering her face more with the skull atop her head.
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
"To prepare for the assault..." Sataira stated, looking behind her.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Blood Port, Southern Howling Fjord
"Nonsense!" Morec chuckled. "Someone as clearly powerful as you are must have a truely marvelous history! So what is it? What made you who you are? Speaking of which; what is your profession, anyway? Your name makes me think runecasters, your attire makes me think necromancer. Or would you prefer to not say? I'm aware a number of people can be sensitive about these matters."
Character: Cauily Whorde
Location: Utgarde Fortress, Holwing Fjord
Cauily stood in an empty hallway, smiling and waiting.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Saravet Runerunner, Tyrin
Location
: Howling Fjord
"I... am a runecatser, as you had guessed. My dress is made to reflect my ranking. I am being groomed to be one of the Lady Satiara's personal assistants, and am being instructed in the intrere... ins and outs of politics. I am indeed very powerful, my master says I am one of the best magical talents he has seen in ages," she said with a firm nod, looking up from beneath the skull proudly.
Character
: Grimmalt
Location
: Howling Fjord
"But Lady Sataira, you shouldn't be out without an escort. Do you even know where our forces are being marshaled?" the ascendant asked.
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
"Of course I do, fool." Sataira stated, turning to look at the ascendant. "And don't you
dare
suggest that I, of all people, require an escort!"
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Blood Port, Southern Howling Fjord
"Is that so?" Morec asked. "Well I should have guessed, and I almost sense the power ebbing off of you." He chuckled, then abruptly stopped. "Although," he said, "it is my experience that the best way to learn is on ones own - pushing your own strength and knowledge at your own whims, not the whims of someone else. Why, after I left the Ebon Blade and their instructors far behind I gained power and abilities they never would have - naturally with the deaths of a dozen or so people who were hiding their secrets from me, but progress is progress." He laughed whole-heartidly.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Saravet Runerunner, Tyrin
Location
: Howling Fjord
"You're... saying I should abandon training and practicing to become stronger to... just kill people..." Saravet trailed off, her face clearly showing she had no idea where to start on how wrong she thought that theory was.
Tyrin just chuckled.
Character
: Grimmalt
Location
: Howling Fjord
"Not at all my Lady, not at all," the Vykrul quickly assured her. "Merely that you might want someone to deal with the trash so you do not have to."
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Blood Port, Southern Howling Fjord
"I'm saying you should teach yourself," Morec corrected. "Don't confine yourself to the knowledge others are willing to give you, go and take the knowledge you want no matter the cost. Make your own knowledge if nessescary. The key to power lies not within the spells themselves or within the appititude of the user; the key to power lies within the creativity of the user, that and that alone is what limits a person's potential."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Saravet Runerunner, Tyrin
Location
: Howling Fjord
"I'll... keep that in mind," Saravet said, choosing not to mention how insane such a standard was and would get someone killed in a field like magic to follow such a philosophy off the bat.
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
"Cleaning up the riff-raff is half the fun." Sataira stated, stepping through her death gate and letting it fade away behind her.
Post by
Levarus
Daedrin Plaguetomb
Amberpine Lodge, Grizzly Hills
Vyrkul from Voldrune and Worgen from Bloodmoon encircled Daedrin in an ammased array. "For too long have you hid in your villages at the slight mention of the Alliance! With the New Scourge, it shall be the opposite! DESTROY THEM!" Daedrin roared vigorously, grinning at the sight of his new soldiers charge at Amberpine Lodge. Plague catapults hurled gaseous bombs into the air, dropping down on the Alliance soldiers incurring a series of violent hacks and coughs. Vyrkul swung their axes and Worgen leaped over top the shielded footman.
The battle would be a long one, but all the more time Daedrin's plague could sweep through the Grizzly Hills with a blighted fist.
Garthern Ebonwrought
Drak'tharon Keep, Grizzly Hills
Garthern swooped down at the base of Drak'tharon, dismounting his ebon steed and wincing at the sight of nearby dead Drakkari. He remembered when they all constantly fled from the Scourge from this keep, hopefully it would now be the opposite. Daedrin turned to see birds, crows, and flocks of various other types of birds hurredly flying away from their homes in the heart of the wilds.
I wonder why
... he thought, beginning his venture up the steep steps of Drak'tharon.
Bo the Black Dread
K3, Storm Peaks
Frostwyrms blew bursting frost on the goblin village below them, Proto-Drakes with fire. A nice mix of fire and ice, as well as plague-bombs threw by the dragon's and ebon steeds' riders. Many gyrocopters flew into the air to combat them, but they were nothing as gargoyles rip and tore at the riders with their sharp talons. "Ride on!" yelled Bo, dropping a plague-bomb at his side as his frostwyrm made circles around the base.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Blood Port, Southern Howling Fjord
"And what about you, Ascendant?" Morec asked Tyrin. "You are clearly a warrior, and a powerful one. What is your history? Why does someone as powerful as yourself stoop to taking orders?"
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