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Reckoning of a New Age | Open Roleplay
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Morec0
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Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret
Location: Darkshore
Ivan took a sharp breath, hoping that the wolf wasn't taking them on a wild goose chase. He quickly ran off after Darkstar, barely managing the strength to keep up with the animal, but managing all the same.
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Morec0
Characters:
Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret
Location: Darkshore
Ivan swore and continued to look around, trying to find some sign. "There has to be something, some clue...," he muttered, searching the area. After a while he found a part of the area that had been very lightly signed. "Here, can you tell what happened here?"
Character:
Curho Demoneye
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Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Location: Shadow Hold
"So," Banehollow said. "That is your plan? To farm the worgen for her blood and use it to give the cultists and demons of the Burning Legion the strength and other attributes of that race?"
"In short," Curho said, nodding, "yes."
"Bah," Prince Xavalis spat, "I doubt it will work. The blood will not simply give them those traits inheriently, and I cannot think of a spell that will do so."
"There will be a bit of work that needs to be done, yes," Curho said. "But I belive that, after the work is completed, the results will be worth it."
"I have to agree with the warlock," Banehollow nodded, "let us see what we can do before we dismiss the idea entirely. What have we to lose?"
"Time," the satyr replied, but nodded, knowing he'd lost the debate. "Very well, have a sample collected and given to our alchemists and arcanists to study."
Curho nodded and then stood. "I shall, and we'll meet again once some progress - or none - has been met in a short period of time." The others nodded, and the three servants of the Legion went their seperate ways.
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Behelich
Hascakkin
Open Sea
Hascakkin grinned, lying in his cabin. His stay in Theramore was perfect - he sold the horse for a hefty price, then went to the local inn where he managed to pick up two girls so pretty the whole inn whistled cheerfully when the trio went upstairs for the night. He thought a little what would become if somehow one of those girls got pregnant, but then relaxed - either his corrupted blood kills her or latent abilities of his child burn down the whole place when he appears.
Gilneas was ahead, and then... then he would pillage Scholomance - or become a member of the Scourge. Either way, the future held so many opportunities for fun that there was absolutely nothing to worry about.
Urdr, Tielsek
Augustgrad
The crowds parted as the revenant paced to the main square, Val'kyr flying at his side. Revenant let out a howl, that somehow didn't scare the living, but filled their hearts with power, rallying them around.
"People of Augustgrad! Enemies came to our lands! We welcomed them, and they turned on us! They killed two dozens of us!" - yelled Urdr.
"WILL NOT FORGIVE!"
"But know that their deaths were not in vain! For everyone of you that is murdered by the intruders will arise to serve the Wise One and avenge yourself!"
"WILL NOT FORGET!"
"Hear me, people of Augustgrad! The war is on us, and we will meet it with shields rised and swords sharpened! Death to the Forsaken! Glory to the Slumbering King!"
"WILL NOT GIVE UP!"
Morgan Overdale
Throne Chamber
Morgan stretched his lips in a sly grin. Echoes of roars of his people could be heard even here - and it was good. Over the past few days, several more groups of dwarves, orcs and worgen joined his cause - this time he just sent them under Ermingild's, Baghadur's and Randall's command, making three leaders feel even more significant. His envoy in the Ironforge was already spreading rumours that in the Twilight Highlands live not cultists but good folk just like the inhabitants of the city, and his spy in the Undercity was providing him with priceless information - the moment Sylvanas set out for him, he would inform Magni that the Forsaken plan to use Blight once again against the living.
Corvus and Gulamar
Amethyst Quarter
Baron paced into the amethyst quarter, intending to renew runes on his polearm. He halted, however, when he heard a familiar voice coming from the fight ring. When he entered the arena, he was all but amazed to see his friend
Gulamar wielding two strange weapons
and fighting against several Mindless ones.
"Well, well, well." - he spoke, when the training was over and all Mindless ones turned into nothing but piles of flesh. - "I thought you San'Layn princes were more on the magic side." - he chuckled.
"When that bastard that shot one of my brothers shows up again, he will be surprised." - growled Gulamar in response. Corvus was shocked - it's been a long time since he saw strong emotions in his friend.
"I'll bring him to you, if he does." - said baron.
"And he will curse the day he picked up a rifle for the first time." - came a reply.
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Characters:
Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret
Location: Darkshore
Ivan shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "There has be to some way to find out." He snapped his fingers. Alisa, she may be able to find some sort of link that could show him where that damnable orc had taken his sister. "We need to find Alisa," he then said, "is she still at Auberine?"
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Atik
Locronos
Augustgrad
Locronos hid in the shade of a nearby building's awning. He smiled, a bottle of rum loosly held in his hand.
"Yes, go ahead Morgan, show of your power. Flex your might to your loyal followers." He said to himself. "Just remember, I'm not so easily swayed. I'll play along, but not forever."
Locronos lifted up the bottle to his mouth and took another sip of his drink.
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Characters:
Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret
Location: Darkshore
"Ineed," Ivan nodded and followed her back towards the night elven town. He didn't feel too comfortable with bringing others into his problems, thus putting them in danger, but if he wanted to save his sister he realized he didn't have much choice. Still, he couldn't imagine why a warlock would be interested in capturing a Gilnean in the first place.
He must have some sort of plan
, Bloodhowl said.
That orc was powerful, maybe the remnents of the Shadow Council have a plan, and they need her to carry it out?
I don't care what they're trying to do
, Ivan said in reply.
I'm just going to save Krista and kill anyone that tries to get in my way. Even you.
Suicidal, arn't we?
Ivan made no reply to Bloodhowl's comment.
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Behelich
Hascakkin
Open Sea
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What the...
' - "Ouch!"
Hascakkin was sleeping when he heard the call. Over the years he learnt to obliterate any traces of the previous owner of the body he claimed - and to hear a voice in his head, after all this time... No wonder that he awoke in an instant and bumped his head at the low ceiling while trying to sit.
Now it was not a voice - just... just an urge. And he already forgot what he was dreaming about, although the one who called was in his dream.
Hascakkin looked down at the gauntlet and was shocked - nerubian runes engraved on it were glowing slightly. Again, the glow darkened quickly and in a few seconds everything was as usual.
"Auum Kreeee-a-k-k-k-!" - he swore in Nerubian. Whoever sent this call was someone to be reckoned with. Warlock decided to ignore it, at least until the call repeated.
((NOTE:Nerubian scowling was made up by me and has no connection whatsoever to official Nerubian language confimed by Blizzard Entertainment))
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Monday
Marzegog
Scholomance
"So why are you here?" he asked Malkariss. Malkariss looked left and right, checking that nobody was there, before turning back.
"The Shat'ari Skyguard have made a push. But that's not all. You have a traitor in your midst."
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Morec0
Characters:
Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret
Location: Darkshore
Ivan saw Logan waving at him and hurried over towards him. "Logan, where's your sister?" he quickly asked the other Gilnean. "I need her help, your's too, if you can lend it."
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Behelich
Hascakkin
Caer Darrow
The rest of the trip to Scholomance went without trouble, and the call was now just a temptation to go south, which Hascakkin ignored. He turned into a demon, cleared his throat and banged at the doors of the School of Necromancy, yelling cheerfully: "Knock, knock, knock on the door! Anybody home?"
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Monday
Marzegog
Scholomance
"A traitor?" he asked. Malkariss was about to answer when he c0cked his head. "I hear something..."
Post by
Behelich
Hascakkin
Caer Darrow
"Hello? I am waiting! You know, it is extremely rude to keep a visitor waiting!"
((don't forget that Hascakkin is metamorphed - winged, black/violet, glowing))
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Monday
((Right. What is he when not metamorphed? I never paid attention =P))
Marzegog/Malkariss
Scholomance
They journeyed up and opened the door. "A demon..." said Malkariss. Marzegog shook his head. "A warlock, look at the sigil above his head."
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Behelich
((A human with a plate gauntlet on his left hand, covered in nerubian runes, with violet blood))
Hascakkin
Scholomance
"At last! I was waiting for a pack of Scourge minions, but you don't look like them. Who are you, gentlemen?"
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Monday
Marzegog/Malkariss
Scholomance
"It seems you are sufficiently tainted, so let's get started. We are the Fel Cult of Lordaeron, and this is my associate, from the Fel Cult of Terokkar. We worship, well more utilize, all forms of Fel or Dark Magic, from Necromancy to Demon Summoning."
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