Azeroth 20 Years Later (Completed RP)

Post by Joemaster240

Squeancey/Salisha
Shattrath

She looked around at all the spirits. "Fine i'll leave." she said. "After i break this girls mind!" she began to make the whispers in Salisha's head get worse.

"Kill him! KILL HIM!" the voices said in her head louder and louder. "No i don't want to." she said meekly still crying. "I don't want to kill daddy." "You will kill him." the voices said then her arm started moving and a shadow bolt began to glow in the center of her hand. Her arm and hand moved on it's own toward sylos and was aimed right at him. "KILL HIM!" the voices said as the Shadow bolt was unleashed on Sylos. Salisha began to cry harder. "I'm sorry daddy. I can't control it." she said sobbing.

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Post by Adamsm

Zala
Darkshore

Zala sighed, and put her hand into Tza'tali's, then looked around the town, trying to find something to take her mother's mind off the missing Garos and Kuno.
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Garos Windwalker
Durotar

Garos shook his head, riding Brightscale at the head of the magi and shamans of the Shatterspear. They had chosen a method for reversing the wards, but it was a dangerous one and would involve one person being exposed to a lot of danger. He had chosen himself for that task, not wanting to risk any of the more powerful trolls for this. I hope this works. He thought, drawing on the Spirits for help and bravery for what he was intending to do.
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Rend Blackhand
Orgrimmar, Durotar

Rend snarled, roaring at the peons as he sent them scattering to repair the depot. He bellowed, sending his soldiers off to ready for the coming battle, and grinned as he had already planned something for the upstart who thought he was in control of the city.

"Warchief, the Patron sends his regards, and he will be arriving soon." His second said, and Rend turned to the troll, his grin growing wider. "Excellent." Rend growled, and swung onto the back of Gyth, the dragon making a low sound at his rider.
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Dennis Lobo Hendricks
Gilneas City

Dennis grunted, practicing against several of the guards of the city as he attempted to clear his mind and center himself. Whitemoon had told him that the wards around Miranda's mind had gone well but she was currently passed out, exhausted by the effort. He absently blocked a strike and reversed it, knocking the other worgen back.

He was also thinking of something he didn't enjoy thinking of; Bloodhowl, the traitor and coward. Dennis growled low and stopped the fight, not wanting to hurt one of the other guards. He thanked them for the fight then moved off quickly, his mind still broiling with his inner turmoil.

Post by Sparkbolt

Sylos
Shattrath

Sylos blocked the shadow bolt sending it crashing into the wall. "You can fight this Salisha. You can win." He said.

"Fine then you leave us no choice." The spirit said and the six spirits drew there weapons and attacked.

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Post by Joemaster240

Squeancey/Salisha
Shattrath

"Just a little more." Squeancey said a malevolent glee in her voice. "I shall break her."

"No i can't daddy." Salisha said crying as another more powerful bolt was being charged. "I can't fight it daddy. My arm won't listen to me."

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Post by Skreeran

Character: Base
Location: Durotar

Base continued riding toward the city, watching it grow in the distance.

"Alright... This is where we decide the fate of the world..." he muttered to himself.

Character: Snowmane
Location: Ashenvale
Background: Moonhowl's younger sister by Snowclaw, Snowmane was also prematurely aged, though not nearly to such a great extent as her sister. She is approximately 17 years old, physically, and is 3/4 Worgen, 1/4 Night Elf.

Snowmane sighed as she looked for something to eat. It had been nearly a year since her parents had died, and just a few months since she had heard what had happened to her sister, niece and nephew. She had no home. The Bloodhowl Den was not home anymore, and was still full of the corpses of her family in some places. Gilneas wasn't safe. Lobo was still there.

She rolled the name on her tongue and snarled with pain and hatred. There was only one that she hated more than him, and that was the warlock who had killed her parents. Now she didn't know what to do, so she had been scraping out a living in Ashenvale. The elves weren't too difficult to evade, and there was plenty of food and places to sleep.

She sighed again, pain welling up in her chest as she thought about what had happened. First her parents and family had been killed by the warlock... that had torn her world apart. She had lost her family and home in one day. Luckily, she had heard that her sister Moonhowl had survived. She had been trying to find her when she received the news that Moonhowl had been captured, raped, and then killed with her children because of who her father was. When she heard that, she had despaired. She was alone now, without her family, and with the knowledge that she could be next, also being a child of Bloodhowl. She wanted justice--to strike out and hurt the people who had hurt her--but she had no method with which to do so.

She whimpered slightly as she bit into the deer carcass she had found, before padding over to a knoll in a large tree, closing her eyes and beginning to cry.

Post by Monday

Gorgron Axeshatter
Durotar

Gorgron is a Shaman, one of Thrall's original followers. He fought in the war in outland and the war against the Lich King, and now against the Destroyer. He is 6 and a half feet tall, heavily musceled, with dark black hair hanging in braids down his back and stubble along his chin. He wields a large two handed hammer for a weapon.

He Eventually hooked up with the forces fighting the Dark Horde and now marches on Orgrimmar.

Gorgron walked, red dust kicking up beneath his feet. It brought memories.

Post by Morec0

Blackbite
Sanctuary

Blackbite sat in her room, meditating. She'd decided to leave Salisha alone, she didn't need her, and she saw now it was a waste of effort to try and turn her old pack to her side. Once the Blackbite pack was complete she'd simply wipe out all others from the face of Azeroth - with Dag'rema's help, of course.

But she'd need to remove anything that wasn't worgen from her pack first. With her half-troll slaves that would be easy, but Blackblood, Lightblood and the other two... She'd find a way, though, she knew it.

Her face twitched ever so slightly. Someone was out in the woods, something... familiar...

Mother?

Post by Skreeran

Character: Base & Co.
Location: Durotar

Finally they reached Orgrimmar, the mighty black city looming over them, casting a long shadow over the whole region.

"So..." Base muttered. "Here we are..." he looked around, seeing his troops in awe and fear and grim determination at the sight of the city.

"All we need do is keep them inside," he called out, gesturing to the gate. "At least until the Horde army arrives. Then the real fun begins," he nodded. "As soon as the Horde arrives and we begin the attack in earnest, I want those wards down as fast as possible," he paused. "I will lead half of our forces at the main gate, and Ji'jiri will take the other half to the Talon Gate."

Ji'jiri was surprised to be given the leadership position, but did not protest.

"Alright," Ji'jiri called out. "Let's move out!" he ordered, taking half of the troops to the city's second gate.

Base looked at the others who remained with him. "I can't know which gate they'll attack from. Possibly both. But whichever they come out of, it's gonna get hairy. All we have to do is fight until the Horde gets here. I know you can do that."

Character: Dag'rema
Location: Kalistra's Sanctum

Dag'rema finished draining the Stone of Tides, wishing she could be reprogramming the defenses instead. She couldn't do it now, when it was awake, however, and so she had to pass the time draining the last of the Stone.

Character: Snowmane
Location: Ashenvale

Snowmane wiped the tears from her eyes. It was no use, she told herself. Crying wouldn't bring back her family. Crying wouldn't undo what had been done. More than anything, she wanted to strike back. To hurt what had hurt her. But she couldn't. She didn't even have a family, much less the kind of power needed to take on Lobo.

She didn't know where the warlock was, but she'd heard that she was dead. That thought comforted her, at least. The warlock deserved far worse than death, of course, but death would suffice. However, she still felt anxious at the thought that Lobo was still out there. And if he knew that she lived, he'd come after her like he had Moonhowl. She couldn't let that happen. She kill herself before she left him lay a single filthy claw on her.

Post by Aimsyr

Characters: Vinymnev/Valanayia/Amora/Vagrin/Lektri/Nevrinn
Location: Durotar

Vinymnev wished she could lead the battle however her days of being a respected alliance ranger were over, long over, she would have to be content with her current position, "you can count on my support" she said, offering her support to Base. Vinymnev looked at Artemis, he had barely spoken all day, "whats the matter Artemis?" she said, glancing at the walls of Orgrimmar. Vagrin and Amora stopped nearby, "looks 'mpressive, but we can take tha' no hassle" said Vagrin, looking up at the city, "ye will o'course be needin' me" said Vagrin, winking, he stood beside Base, "well, what we waitin' for! le's go!". Amora growled, "I will help them at the other gate, see you later," she bounded of to join the group heading to the other gate.

Valanayia and Lektri ran after Garos, Valanayia summoned her dreadsteed and Lektri used magic to keep up with the two, "we will help you as much as possible" said Lektri as he propelled himself through the area landing on the back of Valanayia's mount, "we'll make sure you don't get yourself killed when reversing the wards and so on, after all, you may need us," said Lektri.

Nevrinn looked down at Base and the advancing army from the gate, "how pitiful, they will make a sorry lot of corpses by the end of today, no doubt they're trying to box us in, well we have no intention of leaving!" said Nevrinn, laughing. "You there, try and shoot their leader down, if you miss they will still be disheartened," the sniper saluted, "yes your lordship!" The sniper took aim at Base, however he missed, instead he hit one of the trolls just behind Base. "It doesn't matter, we shall make mincemeat of them. This is it..." said Nevrinn, looking down at the figues advancing, he saw Vinymnev, Deathwing shall be pleased if we get her today, this should be interesting, thought Nevrinn, "enough talk! MAKE READY!" he bellowed. The archers knocked arrows on their bows, the riflemen loaded, the cannons were loaded along with the catapults and other devices. "TAKE AIM..." The riflemen and archers aimed, the cannon crews and catapult crews stood ready by their weapons...

Post by Skreeran

Character: Base
Location: Orgrimmar

Base pulled his forces back, making sure that one of the witchdoctors began healing the troll that was shot, and moved just out of bowshot of the shortbow-wielding orcish archers. His own archers were using slender trollish longbows, and could just barely continue to fire at the orcs on the wall if they aimed high. Base was prepared to draw back even further if the enemy brought out longer range weaponry. He only wanted to keep them in the city at this point. He didn't like the idea of having his troops whittled away by archers on the walls.

Post by Morec0

Blackbite
Ashenvale

Blackbite walked through the woods. Her mother was dead, there was no denying that, but the pressence she had felt and more the faint scent she could smell were oddly similar to Moonhowl's.

She gripped the shaft of her scythe. Whatever kind of cheap trick this was wasn't funny, and she'd kill whoever it was that was responsible for it.

"Who's out there!" she demanded as the scent got closer.

Post by Joemaster240

Ghost of Squeancey/Salisha
Shattrath

She turned to the living being that was trying to stop her. "Do not interfere. or you shall soon join me in death." she said this made her lose control of salisha for a second causing the bolt to stop and her arm to flop back down at her side.

"It stopped." Salisha said tears in her eye's "Even the voices are go..." she stopped just as squeancey began to channel the curse again and the voices came back louder then before. "Go away voices." she said puting her hands on her head again.

Post by Sparkbolt

Sylos
Shattrath

Sylos tried to block out the voices with the light.

"Leave and return to your damnation." The spirits said as they attacked Squeancey.

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Post by Random0008

Character : The Four Worgen
Location : Kalistra's Sanctum

Blackblood sat in his room, feeling conflicting emotions inside of him.

He still like Blackbite, but he knew that he should hate her, and he wanted to hate her, but couldn't. He began packing his stuff, now realising he was being tricked all along.

"Hey, there." said Wyrmbane, standing in the doorway.

Character : Linmarion / Artemis
Location : Durotar

Linmarion aimed an arrow which had three lit sticks of dynamite strapped onto it at one particular tower which seemed to have a lot of archers. He let it fly. As it collided with the tower, it imploded, sending a shower Dark Horde body parts and debris over the enemy archers.

Artemis looked back at Vinymnev. "I'm just nervous." he admitted.

Post by Joemaster240

Salisha/Squeancey
Shattrath

Squeancey began to feel herself being sucked back to the eternal darkness. "No! I shall have my revenge first." she said as she tried to finish the curse.

The voices slowly began to become quiet in her head. "Please just go away voices." she whimpered.

Post by Patty

Lyriel
Durotar

"We have more allies than you think," The druid said to Base, having stayed with the older troll's forces. "But they have to wait before they attack from within." She added, channeling a healing spell at a wounded soldier.

Azeroth 20 Years Later (Completed RP)

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