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Post by
Monday
Character
: ?, ?
Location
: Stormwind
"Thank you, my dear," the nobleman said, taking the papers. His signet ring flashed in the light, identifying him as Lord David Beechwater. "I shall notify my guardsman in the morning." He stowed the papers inside a pocket, then nodded at Enora. "Again, you have my thanks. I don't know what I'd do without you."
He walked off, whistling.
The man in the suit frowned as he left, and made to withdraw quietly.
Unfortunately, his foot scuffed on the stone.
Post by
Persen
Varen Ashblade
The Undercity
"Welcome, Ashblade," a weathered but pleasant voice sounded directly ahead. It was distinctly elven, presumably sitting behind a desk. Varen closed the door behind him and stood attentively at ease, hands behind his back. "Do you know why you are here?" the voice continued inquisitively.
"No, ambassador, I do not," Varen replied with a hint of irritation.
The other elf chuckled heartily. "You're a keen one," he said in a grandfatherly manner. "But what makes you draw that conclusion?"
"Your roomy office," Varen gestured with his hands, "in the Undercity. The big desk you sit behind. Your assistant coming to get me. All the hush-hush. It's only a guess, but it's a good one. Only one thing does not check out."
The elf behind the desk nodded knowingly. "And what is that, if I may?"
Varen thought for a moment. "We're not in the Royal quarter. A small door in a back alley?"
"
Precisely,
" a third voice sounded from the right. It was old and jaded and spoke with slight difficulty. The sudden creak of bones and ancient wood supported the presumption that it was an undead. Varen nearly flinched from the surprise but managed to remain undisturbed.
"Something is happening in Forsaken territory," the undead spoke with carefully chosen words. "People disappear. The deathstalkers are not investigating because we do not want to alert whoever is behind it that we know."
The elf spoke next, seemingly filling in on the undead's words as if the conversation was planned ahead: "If you are willing to lend your aid, and I trust you will, the compensation will be fair. While your discretion is of utmost importance, and we prefer you work alone, assistance from the Deathstalkers in specific matters is not unimaginable. However, we prefer you do not work with anyone else without my explicit approval. Now, these are the terms. Do you see fit to accept?"
The undead bones creaked in the temporary silence while Varen made an appearance of contemplating. "Who will fill me in on the background? As you can imagine I have some problems with documents..."
"My secretary will see to that," the elf waved the matter away. "Will you accept?"
"Yes," Varen replied unceremoniously. "Yes, I'll take the job."
"Good," the undead muttered. "Good..."
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Silvarun Dustdancer, Melana Moonblink
Location:
Tirisfal Glades
Silvarun and Melana moved silently behind their leader; flanking her like shadowy wraiths.
Post by
355559
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Flagellus
Location:
Undercity, War Quarter
"Flagellus!"
What crowd there was parted to reveal a Forsaken, his bony chest thrown forward and yellow eyes glowing angrily. Dressed in the grey and violet of the deathstalkers, his skeletal fingers were clenched on either side as though in the conscious effort of not drawing the twin scimitars sheathed there. A hood shadowed his face, a mouth guard pulled down to reveal the faintest wisps of what was once a mustache, each remaining hair cultivated with care in an attempt to preserve that forgotten distinction.
At his sides rose the bulk of two abominations, the fleshy creatures looking to be twice as ungainly next to this lithe figure of an assassin. The crowd backed away as recognition dawned, a name whispered through the hush.
"Tarpeia."
As though snuffed by a candle douter the glow left Flagellus. The Forsaken hopped from his box, meeting the accusing stare of the other Forsaken squarely. "I've done nothing wrong."
"Damn it all Flagellus, you've been warned!"
"You cannot silence the truth!"
"I can shut you up."
"For that you must catch me first!" And, scooping the soap box over his head Flagellus promptly pelted down the canals.
"Idiot! Get him!" Like two mountains the abominations stumbled into action and pursuit, lead by the Forsaken with his violet cape flapping like a banner.
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Silvarun Dustdancer, Melana Moonblink
Location:
Tirisfal Glades
Silvarun moved forward, refraining from glaring at Araleth, "Where are we going?"
Post by
Persen
Varen Ashblade
The Undercity
When the small, inconspicuous door had closed behind Varen and he had taken a moment to breathe and absorb the last few minutes while leaning against the cold, damp stone, the peace was violently disturbed by a thundering rumble.
The uneven, not-so-rythmic footfalls of abominations...more than one. Varen followed the wall towards the canals, carefully curious about what was going on.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Flagellus
Location:
Undercity, War Quarter
From around the corner tore Falgellus, soap box over his head and rhetoric spouting with each footfall. "The Light cannot be stopped!"
"Get back here!" shouted his pursuer.
"Never!"
In the instant he had turned his head to utter this retort he missed the sudden appearance of a blindfolded elf directly in his path. The effect of this can be well imagined.
Post by
morginar
Character
: Falionna Shaderunner
Location
: Undercity, War Quarter
Falionna laughted wickedly at the sight of the colision of the undead and the blind elf. The dark ranger did nothing to help the two, but was amused at the suffering of others.
Character
: Alythera Ætherstar
Location
: Raven Hill. Duskwood
Alythera entered the small village at the border of a massive graveyard. The assasin walked to the gryphon master, showing minnimal intrest of the villagers who may look her way and hierd a ride upon the winged beast to the city of Stormwind.
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355559
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Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Silvarun Dustdancer, Melana Moonblink
Location:
Tirisfal Glades
"I hear shouting," warned Melana.
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355559
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Post by
Persen
Varen Ashblade
Undercity
The elf, blind as he was, did not expect to be tackled by an undead at that particular moment. Consequently, he was mostly unprepared for the law of conservation of momentum demonstrating itself in a highly practical manner. Gracious was not a word that well described the motion the elf then went through before he ended up on the hard ground, but luckily his reflexes kicked in and he managed to land almost unscathed.
Then a second problem arose. The abominations' footfalls came closer and did not seem to slow down. Oh, what a day to be trampled to death by a pair of some bonkers scientist's disgusting pet projects.
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Silvarun Dustdancer, Melana Moonblink
Location:
Tirisfal Glades
Not appreciating the push, Silvarun sped forward nearly at a run.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Flagellus
Location:
Undercity, War Quarter
Springing indefatigably from his tumble Falgellus heaved his soap box at the pursuing abomination. The crate smashed into the patchwork monstrosities face, the creature bellowing, blinded, and crashing into its surprised companion, thus resulting in both creatures tumbling off the path in a tangle of stitched together limbs, and into the glowing canal.
"Hah ha!" Flagellus shouted moment before Tarpeia slammed into his midriff sending the Forsaken to the ground once more.
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355559
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Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Silvarun Dustdancer, Melana Moonblink
Location:
Tirisfal Glades
The three elves swiftly approached their destination.
Post by
Persen
Varen Ashblade
Undercity
When the approaching doom veered off and ended in an enormous splash Varen drew a breath of relief, but before long the unmistakeable sound of bones hitting bones and then bones hitting stone increased the already significant confusion that currently ruled the elf's mind. A searching hand found a wall, and immediately he began to scramble to his feet.
What was going on overall he had no idea of, but that it was a fight of some sort was pretty clear. Best not get in the way. But why do what's best? The elf promptly picked a side at random and flung himself at the attacking forsaken.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Flagellus
Location:
Undercity, War Quarter
Suddenly the battle of two had become three, the forsaken joined in their struggles by an elf. Confusion reigned, people came to watch, bets were hedged, and Flagellus tried to pry a pair of bony fingers off his neck while Tarpeia did his best to ignore the lithe elven fingers grabbing for him.
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