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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Saravet Runerunner, Tyrin
Location
: Howling Fjord
Tyrin roared and slammed his armoured forehead into Morec's with the last of his strength in a vicious headbutt, dying the moment his head impacted the death knight.
Saravet screamed in pain as the fire torched her hand, but it was already done. The words 'we have been betrayed' slowly curled upon themselves, vanishing into a wispy smoke.
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Drak'Tharon
Drakkus followed the columns, stopping at the warriors terrace. He watched without seeing as the pillars had ropes and chains strung about them y the skeletal labourers, gargoyles descending to heft the ends of those cords. Drakkus slowly stroked his fleshless chin in thought.
Post by
Adamsm
Mathias Straz
Drak'Tharon Keep Zul'Drak
Fred circled the Keep, and Mathias observed the seemingly Scourge forces crawling over it. "Well, what do you think boy?" Mathias asked the Wasp, which hissed softly and dropped down towards the Terrace at the top. "Yes, I was thinking of that too."
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Blood Port, Southern Howling Fjord
The words reappeared on the ground at Morec's feet, the death knight, wounded badly but still very, very strong, laughed as he stood back up. "You think I would be so stupid as to trust a magic user not to send a message to her allies? Half of the runes here made the hull indestructible, the other half prevent any messages - sound or magic - from leaving this area; and both are impervious to tampering so long as the key rune remains undamaged. I'll give you one guess as to where the key rune is." He beat a fist against the chest of his armor, the fireball she had used earlier had been too weakened by the frost spell to destroy the scroll.
He laughed again, walking up to Saravet. "You're pretty little mistress has no idea what happened here, and when my minions are done with dinner there will be nothing left of you to even give a clue. A shame, you would have made a fine, fine addition to my world." He lifted Armageddon and brought it down on the vrykul woman. Morec's allies began to end the rest of the vrykul as well.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Saravet Runerunner, Tyrin
Location
: Howling Fjord
Bowing her head, Saravet's tired but filled with triumphant vengeance smile was hidden until Armageddon struck, killing her and wiping all evidence it had ever existed.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Blood Port, Southern Howling Fjord
Morec pulled Armageddon out of her corpse and then marched out of the room, pulling the scroll out of his armor and letting it fall to the ground. No sense if removing the power of the runes just yet, even if he didn't intend to stay around here. As soon as he cleared the room he informed Cauily:
it is time
.
Character: Cauily Whorde
Location: Utgarde Fortress, Holwing Fjord
Cauily heard the mental order and just continued to smile, closing her eyes and facing the earth wall of one of the half-finished tunnels that had been under construction during the War Against the Lich King.
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Blood Port, Southern Howling Fjord
Morec stepped out in full view of the Demen's company, his people armed to the teeth with the weapons and armor of their choice and waiting for blood. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and ghouls!" he yelled to all of the gathered sociopaths, psychopaths, murderers, rapists, soldiers and magi, "let's go to war!"
His army of monsters yelled out cries of blood and Morec pulled a small gem from his cloak and tossed it out above them, holding it mid-air with a death grip-based spell. A group of magi focused on it, using it as a catalyst to open four portals.
Character: Cauily Whorde
Location: Utgarde Fortress, Holwing Fjord
Arcane magic overcame Cauily, her purpose was calling; to be the catalyst and caster for the end point of the portal spells. Four portals opened...
In seconds the portals were stable and the Demens company rushed through them, jumping into them at Blood Port and exiting them at Utgarde Keep. In less than thirty seconds more than a fourth of Morec's underlings had passed through, and by time the minute had passed only a fourth were left to pass through.
Morec himself jumped off of the ship and onto the back of Deathcharger, the skeletal steed rushing through the portal and to the glorious slaughter that lay ahead.
Post by
Levarus
Garthern Ebonwrought
Drak'tharon Keep
As Garthern loped the intimidating halls, ancient statues staring down at him frightingly, he came to the Warriors' Terrace, which wasn't much inspiring. He looked around to see gargoyles and skeletal workers pillaging the ruins. And he saw a Death Knight. "Who are you? Another damn thief? I sure am sick of you scavengers." Garthern scowled.
Bo the Black Dread
K3, Storm Peaks
Around him was a desecrated ruin, rubble and cogs scattered throughout the small Horde settlement. "Pitiful." Bo declared, wondering how Daedrin was faring in the Grizzly Hills, or his apprentice Garthern in Gundrak. "Well." said Bo. "I guess we'll declare it a night and feed the drakes. On the morn we will head for...well I haven't decided that yet." Bo said, edging up against one of the few remaining walls and getting into a sleeping position, his frostwym flying into the air and guarding the place for the night. The chieftan of Valkyrion came to him.
"Magnataurs and others of the sort have breached the goblin land mines. But few remain. I have set up soldiers to deal with the savages." said he, ruffling his beard with a gauntleted hand, as if deep in thought. "We could-" he stopped, "nevermind."
"No, please do continue." said Bo.
"Very well, but it's a stupid idea." said the Warrior Vyrkul. "I suggest of re-inhabiting Ulduar, or pillaging it. We would be beyond rich and could purchase mercenaries."
Bo shrugged. "I don't think anyone would like the idea of sleeping in a titan-prison. Yet I will evaluate your suggestion all the same. We have a long campaign ahead of us." said Bo, removing his helmet and closing his eyes. "Much time..." he mumbled, falling into a deep-sleep.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Saravet Runerunner, Tyrin
Location
: Howling Fjord
The scarlet gem which had tipped Saravet's staff blinked, then its light slowly faded as if going to sleep.
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Drak'Tharon
Drakkus burning eyes blinked. The skeleton slowly chuckled, a low and dark sound. His cacophonous cries built until he could only throw back his head and cackle insanely, arms spreading at his manic joy as he did a small spin in the center of the floor of the temple. His bony fingers curled cruelly as if in spasms of ecstasy as he brought a hand towards his face. A ball of light formed between his skeletal fingers, showing him the helmeted visage of a single Vyrkul ascendant. He grinned into it with amusement.
"The enemy is attacking. The draenai will have a hand in it no doubt, scour the halls. Leave none alive. If they run, pursue. If they surrender, behead them. Show me why your fortress is to be the throne of the Lady. Speaking of whom, send her a message at once."
"We shall paint our walls with their blood," The Vyrkul swore.
"Far be it from me to condemn creativity," Drakkus said as he clenched his fist, banishing the image.
Drakkus twisted about at a cry from behind him, his robes whispering on the stones as he faced the undead. "Who are you and why should I give a damn?" He asked with a touch of manic glee remaining.
Location
: Howling Fjord, Utgarde
The halls of Utgarde clanged with armour and weapons as thousands of Vyrkul marched through the halls, their weapons drawn as they sought out the draenai and any others whoo did not belong, their faces grinning in bloodlust and their war cries shouting as they searched for the enemy in their midst.
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Sunstrider Isle
Sataira focused, the ground splitting and cracking as she forcibly dragged the skeletal bird out from the ground.
Talon cawed, scrapping its bony feet along the disturbed dirt. Sataira nodded, opening a new death gate. "Now then... time to show these fools why none shall betray me." She stated, heading through with her new mount close behind.
Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Ava Killian
Location:
Dalaran
"I've never seen an amulet such as this. These markings on the back . . . what do they mean?" Ava immediately began a search for a book she remembered being on her nightstand. Once she found the book, she returned to her workbench where she consulted its pages for a possible match.
"Nothing!" Ava proclaimed, scanning through the pages once more. "Impossible.
Ancient Marks of the North
has every possible symbol imaginable. Maybe it's in an old language?"
Ava began examining the crystal in a closer fashion. She prodded it with her finger and was immediately shocked by the electricity that shot from it. "OUCH!" Ava exclaimed, sucking on her finger.
She tried casting a simple unlocking spell on it.
Post by
Adamsm
Mathias Straz
Drak'Tharon Keep Zul'Drak
Fred landed on top of the Keep, and Mathias got off the insect, giving it a friendly slap to send it back into the sky. "I'll whistle when I need you." He called after the Wasp, then started climbing down off the tower, his shadow servants rising up to watch his descent and to protect him.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Amulet
Location:
Dalaran
The amulet whirred, the gear upon the back rotating a full circle, at which point it popped open revealing a hollow inside. Inside the small compartment was carved a map of the Storm Peaks.
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
Sataira stepped out of her death gate, the undead hawkstrider at her side as she set her gaze upon the assault Morec's rag-tag band of misfits had staged.
"So the jester wants to steal the throne." She chuckled; a demented and haunting sound given her state of decay. The nine foot soldier of death reached out, death-gripping one of Morec's followers and pulling him towards herself at intense speed. Catching the man's head in her armored hand, she crushed it without so much as skipping a beat.
"Simply sad..." She commented, filling the body with necromantic energy and tossing it back outwards where it exploded in mid-air.
Talon cawed at the display of power.
Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Ava Killian
Location:
Dalaran
"Oh my! It looks to be some sort of map. A map of the Storm Peaks! There is some sort of trail that leads to somewhere I can't distinguish. That man will most certainly want to see this! I don't think I ever caught his name."
Without skipping a beat, Ava snatched the necklace and the map and bolted out the door, forgetting to lock it on the way out. She ran down the streets of Dalaran in search of the man she had encountered earlier. She decided she would start in the Legerdemain.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Faust Kaufman
Location
: Dalaran, Legerdemain
The serving woman approached the table, a glass of some sort of fizzing drink in hand. Reaching the booth she placed the fizzing drink on the table, looking up at the figure seated within with a pleasant smile.
A smile which promptly faded when the top hatted man turned her way, a smiling face and teeth sharpened to dagger-like points greeting her.
"I could have been a dentist but just had far too much heart," Faust said with a wry grin as he flicked several silver at her. The woman caught the coins on reflex, the act snapping her from her shock and prompting her to hurry away at once. Faust turned back to his drink, dropping several more tablets within which caused the fizzing to crackle before taking a long drink.
"Damn heartburn," he groused.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Utgarde Keep, Howling Fjord
Morec's little army had split up, heading off into predetermined groups and numbers into different parts of the keep. The warrior Sataria had slain was also accompanied by Siffly and rogue. The warlock shot out waves of burning fel energy at Sataria which would consume even her undead flesh. The rogue darted out of sight to prepare for an ambush.
The ceiling above the vrykul cracked and weakened as frost magic erroded away the stones and weakened the structure. A minute later the ceiling broke, bringing down a rain of heavy stones onto the vrykul. Meters away from any harm, an invisible dwarven mage smiled at her handiwork.
Morec rode through the giant-sized hallways on Deathcharger, accompanied by Fright, Ras, Fal'uci, and the swordsman. So far they had only encountered a small group of vrykul, which the swordsman and Ras had but a swift end to, on their way to their destination; the Dragonflayer Pens.
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
Sataira stared at the fel flames, suddenly leaping over them and flipping through the air before coming down at the warlock, both feet ready to crush her.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Utgarde Keep, Howling Fjord
The warlock was teleported a few feet back by a spell she had put in place. Siffly smiled. "I killed death knights stronger than you in the war," she boasted before beginning to channel a powerful demonic spell. Sataria's jump had closed the distance between them, and he stabbed a long dagger towards the back of her skull.
Morec and his personal guard continued their march towards the dragon pens.
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
Sataira felt the dagger in her necromantic aura, ducking down and punching at the rogue's chest.
"There were none stronger than me." She stated.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Grimmalt, Vyrkul
Location
: Howling Fjord, Utgarde
Rune shields flashed and shields fell in a wall of steel and spells, deflecting spells cast and weapons wielded as the Vyrkul advanced. Ghouls leapt through the air, descending on the Demens soldiers with jagged teeth and clawed fingers, more being raised by neccromancers even as they were felled. Crossbow bolts and harpoons sang through the air as they slammed into the invading enemies. Though the Demens company was powerful, their assault lacked in several points.
First was that the Vykrul fought on their home ground. They had lived in these halls for millenia, and knew every imperfection in the stone and crack of the brickwork. Hidden passages opened throughout the keep, Vykrul pouring out of them onto unsuspecting Demens soldiers with furious shouts, swinging blades, and devastating runic spells.
Second was their sheer numbers. The Demens company, with their little more than three score of men were horribly outnumbered by the hundreds of Vyrkul which fell upon them. Every one that the mad company slew three more took their place, and with runic shields they smashed through their enemies attempts at spells like a wave of weaponry.
And finally, without the benefit of surprise, the Demens were quickly cut off in the various halls, and slowly began to be forced back by the ordered forces of Vyrkul which pressed them fearlessly.
In the Drake pens Grimmalt grinned beneath his helm, the proto drakes and their riders finsihing up their armaments and were being mounted. The ascendant Vyrkul hefted a harpoon confidently and approached his personal drake, a great armoured beast with smoke drifting from between its jagged teath eagerly.
"Almost ready my pet, almost ready," he assured the beast with a bellowing laugh, a cry taken up by the other riders and their mounts.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Utgarde Keep, Howling Fjord
Siffly said nothing as her ally dropped to the ground, very much alive but wounded badly. With an ending chant she brought a powerful doom guard, the strongest demon she had bent to her will, into the mortal plane. With a roar the demon, just small enough to be able to move easily in the spacious tunnels, charged Sataria.
The Demens company were overwhelmed for a few minutes, the the tides turned as some the undead raised by the necromancers... Turned. Instead of attacking the invaders they turned on whatever was closest - friend or foe - and sunk disease-ridden fangs into them. Runic spells weakened or dissipated entirely as well, while other spells started to protect the Demens comany. All of this was the result of enchanted scrolls Morec had purchased in Dalaran, he had not spent top coin without due cause.
Before more than two of the drake riders could take to flight they were attacked. Not by Morec, his bodyguards, or any o the Demens company, but by spectral Alliance knights and Horde riders. The ghosts charged into the vrykul and their drakes, spectal weapons biting into armor, scales, and wings with unending ferocity as they rode amongst the riders, crippling many.
Lord Rivendare and his four-man guard entered the pens, the death king grinning at the sight. "My own personal creation," he yelled to boast above th din of the battle. "Killed a warlock for his knowledge of souls, and then another for how to get the spells to work. I started to wonder 'how best to weaponize this?', so I killed twnety Alliance knights and another fifteen Hore riders for their spirits. Weeks of practice later: TADA!"
The death knight laughed, holding Armageddon ready.
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