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Monday
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Netherstorm
Flamehowl let out a grunt of pain as the fel-claws dug into his arm. Dropping the Scythe, it was no use to him now, and he could summon it any time, he pushed his hand at her face again, and sent a blast of fire at point blank range.
Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya, Lektraza
Kirin'Var Village
Suddenly a large white feathery shape with talons outstretched hurtled through the portal near Star-Pelt and the others, before rocketing towards Dag'remain an attempt to steal her staff. The talons curved around the edge of the object and the large owl began his attempt at wrenching the weapon from her grasp.
Avemthar
Silvermoon
Avemthar set about making coffee once he found the necessary ingredients to do so. "This better help," he muttered. "Wonder what Frostwing is doing, probably lazing about at home getting fat, at least he isn't here to laugh at us."
Post by
Skreeran
((Editted up there))
Character: Dag'rema
Location: Kirin'Var Village
Dag'rema's thick demon skin was only slightly affected by the attack, but she still felt the heat. Grunting in pain and irritation, she shot fire from her own hand that was clutching the worgen's arm, hoping to burn his fur. She knew that even with pyromantic power, he still didn't have the armored skin she did.
With her other hand, she fought to hold onto her staff, sending vile clinging tendrils of condensed Fel power up its length.
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Aimsyr
((Was writing post, it died, one sec))
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Monday
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Netherstorm
Flamehowl gasped as the fire raced down his arm. He abosrbed it as soon as he could, but his arm now hurt, bad. His fur had been mostly burned off. He dropped that arm away, just holding on with his other arm now. Growling in rage, he lifted a clawed foot and kicked Dag'rema in the stomach, hard.
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Aimsyr
Vashadya, Lektraza, Frostwing
Kirin'Var Village
The owl let go rapidly and took flight, before diving back in again, talons outstretched, but this time his goal was to rake them across the orc's head.
Lektraza scowled, "before you go in their guns ablazing and all that crap you better make sure you can be sure you're doing the right thing, otherwise you'll wish you never were born," she hissed at the orc. For a gnome she was rather menacing indeed. "Mistress wants them in cells near the shaman, that way they can hear the screams of their friends at all times," she added, a cruel, and very convincing grin crossing her face as she spoke. "I trust that is no problem," she added meancingly, her words being more of a command rather than a question.
Now all I have to avoid is being stabbed by those elves when I release them, this probably isn't doing well for trust, but at least it should convince the guards that we are on different sides for the moment.
Post by
Joemaster240
Silencia
Silvermoon
"So true." She said waling over to the table and sitting down. "Ugh...why does this stuff make you feel so sick." She said slamming her head down onto the table with a thunk.
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Aimsyr
Avemthar
Silvermoon
"I guess it
might
be because it is really is bad for you, and those stories you said they tell kids here were true," he muttered. "Though of course those aren't true," he added sarcastically. "I don't get why people like it though, maybe we had too much." He sat down beside her with two large mugs of coffee, "try some, it might help a bit."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Dag'rema, Snowmane, Gurka
Location: Netherstorm - Kirin'Var Village
Dag'rema grunted in pain at the kick, catching the worgen's foot before he could pull it back. Beginning to burn the leg, she used her weapon hand to fire shadow bolts at the owl as it swooped in.
Character: Kurkush
Location: Kirin'Var Village
"Err, sure thing, boss," Kurkush, who was far less bright than his comrade replied. "Follow me."
Post by
Monday
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Netherstorm
Flamehowl lifted his burned arm and, ignoring the pain as best he could, in both his arm and now his leg, grabbed Dag'rema's neck, sinking his claws into ther neck, and setting them on fire.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Dag'rema, Snowmane, Gurka
Location: Netherstorm - Kirin'Var Village
Dag'rema roared with pain, instinctively jerking her neck away away from the worgen, inadvertantly causing more damage to the tissue. She kicked the worgen mage back with a thick hoof, before stepping back and consuming a healthstone to heal her neck.
Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya, Lektraza, Frostwing
Kirin'Var Village
Frostwing weaved, one shadowbolt singeing his underside as he went, his claws came down on the one who had not let him steal the staff. Not that he was sure why he wanted it, he just thought it would look nice on the mantle above a fireplace. And the orc looked mean, like the kind of person that would take away his hard earned berries, which were often stolen anyhow.
Lektraza nodded, "tell me when we get there, I fear I might fall asleep going at this speed," she commented sarcastically, looking back at Aldos and Vashadya and giving them a discreet wink.
As if that will gain their trust, but maybe it will stop them from doing anything stupid if they are unsure of what exactly I am planning.
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Monday
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Netherstorm
Flamehowl screamed as the hoof connected with his back, and he let go, and fell to the ground. He was able to halt his descent with a burst of fire, but he still grunted in pain as he connected with the ground.
Antharios yelled, "No!" and ran to Flamehowl's aid.
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Sparkbolt
Character: Aldos/Lexa/Illia
Location: Kirin'Var Village
Aldos continued to absorb the magic in the chains till they shattered under the strain. He stood up a smirk on his face. "First things first." He said lashing out with fire he grabbed the dropped scythe and it flew into his hands. He smiled as he used his new found fel magic to sever any ties to the other worgen and bending it to his will. "Now die gnome." He said ignoring the guards and attacking the gnome with fire.
Post by
Monday
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Netherstorm
Fundaen saw the Scythe leave Flamehowl. "Go, go go!" he called, and they ran at the elf. Fjarn leveled his carbine, and fired several dozen holy bullets in a number of seconds.
Flamehowl's eyes went red with rage. Leaping to his feet, he healed his wounds with Fel magic, and ran at Aldos. Reaching out with magic, he yanked the Scythe back to himself.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Dag'rema, Snowmane, Gurka
Location: Netherstorm - Kirin'Var Village
Dag'rema grinned as the worgen hit the ground, and turned her attention to the owl. Beginning to drain the life from it, she landed on another tower for stability.
Gurka opened her eyes, still chained in the standing position as she had been for the last several hours. She heard footsteps coming. Despite how much it hurt to make a sound, she couldn't help but whimper in terror.
"Right this way!" Kurkush gestured, unlocking a cell. Suddenly one of the prisoners broke free, and he drew his axe to help defeat it.
Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya, Lektraza, Frostwing
Kirin'Var Village
Lektraza rolled her eyes, a fel barrier shooting up between the two. "Well I knew it would happen sooner or later, but now that we are in the prison we can stop this charade," she commented, with a flick of her wrist the chains around Vashadya dropped away. Her infernal, meanwhile, bashed all nearby sources of danger, as in the guards, into a pulp. Lektraza blasted Kurkush down with a large fel bolt. Now that the guards were dead her infernal returned to her side, ignoring Aldos and the others. Vashadya looked confused and unsteady, but otherwise fine.
Frostwing screeched angrily and dove down, vanishing in amongst the midst of the battle. But his now personal battle with the annoying orc was not over yet, not by a long shot.
Post by
Joemaster240
Silencia
Silvermoon
"NGhh...I don't think it would." She said her hands going to her stomach as a huge wave of nausea hit. "I think i might be sick again." She pushed the mug away and slammed her head into the table again and closed her eye's trying to ride the waves of nausea.
Post by
Aimsyr
Avemthar
Silvermoon
Avemthar turned away so as not to be sick himself, and began sipping the coffee, a little annoyed that it was either not working or would take a moment to go into affect if it indeed was working. "Never having any of that weed stuff again, I'll leave it you the blood elves," he promised himself.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Dag'rema, Snowmane, Gurka
Location: Netherstorm - Kirin'Var Village
Dag'rema went back to the task of forming more healthstones. It was looking like they would be necessary in the coming fights.
Gurka strained helplessly again her bonds again, terrified that it was Dag'rema coming toward her now. The first torture session had been unbearable. She shuddered to think that it was only the beginning.
Kurkush looked up helplessly as the felbolt hit him, killing him instantly.
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