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Despair Syndrome {Closed RP}
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Atik
Olet Hopewell, Shi'Ra Spearfall
Dining Hall
The world spun. Olet felt at the very peak of comfortableness. The young Blood Elven women groaned, He long blond hair falling down, outside of its usual ponytail. That was only part of why she was so uncomfortable, alongside the simply ridiculous outfit she was wearing for some reason.
And then of course there was the vomit quickly rising in her stomach; the girl finally losing her last meal over the side of her seat.
In another seat, a green skinned Troll woman shook herself awake, orange stringy hair flailing around her head. Shi'Ra groggily glanced about, examining what she could, taking the entire scene in.
Slowly, she began to piece it all together. She had been taken, knocked unconscious. In her sleep, someone had taken her, alongside others it seemed, and dressed her up; put her in a nice little dinner scene, played with her like a doll. The Troll sneered at the analogy that entered her mind.
Post by
Lordplatypus
Lancalor Orcbane
Dining Hall
Lancalor woke up to find himself in a chair, unbound seemingly and equally unarmed.
He was in a dining hall, apparently having been dragged in and placed there after being knocked out by some sort of spell or poison, he felt no wound which would imply blunt trauma.
He was out of his armor, and in a set of clothes he had never seen before. It wasn't terribly restrictive. Then he looked around. There was one man, lanky and likely just an adult for a few years in a simliar situation as he. and-
He checked his eyes.
Yes, there was a forsaken female, one of the murderous traitors that killed his fellow soldiers in the aftermath of the second war just as they retook lordaeron. He clenched his fist, holding back the righteous rage that was filling him for the momment. They were in a captive situation and taking revenge upon this one would likely cast him as a threat to everyone. It was best to wait and leave. He had far more important things to do.
At the very least, the argent crusader whose mansion this was had not done this, this was the work of a some backstabbing coward, not a man of the light. He would likely be alive and somewhere inside the manor or dead and either an undead slave or his spirit would likely be haunting this area. either way, his soul was here..........if it wasn't a warlock's doing and his soul was used as fuel for some spell.
This was truly a mystery.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Conrad Warren, Tsubedai
Location
: Dining Hall
The human youth was already halfway between a fitful slumber and awakening when the retching sounds to the right tore him out of sleep's wet, choking embrace. He threw himself upwards and away, the wooden chair he had been heretofore sitting in falling onto the tiled floor with a loud crash.
"What in the blazes is wrong with you?" Conrad Warren snarled demandingly, raising an arm to gather energy in the palm of his hand and release it in the form of a massive fireball.
He expected the female to be turned to ashes, along with her chair and probably a significant portion of the table. Instead, a single, translucent tongue of flame was loosed from his fingertips, dying with a pathetic whimper before it could so much as singe the elf girl's hair. Conrad stared at his own limb disbelievingly, his nostrils flaring and his almond-shaped blue eyes wide, as if seeing the fair skin crisscrossed by several old scars for the first time. Very slowly he moved his hand to touch his head, and realized that his sandy blond hair was loose and resting on his shoulders, rather than being styled into four horns.
As he shook off the last remnants of drowsiness, more urgent matters became apparent to him. His sword was gone, his clothes were replaced, and, perhaps the most jarring of them all, his dark passenger was completely dormant. Conrad bit his lower lip, fighting down an urge to scream.
Tsubedai was woken by loud noises - a shout and a crash of wood against tile. The young Mag'Har groaned, raising his hands to massage his temples, then snorting crossly when his fingers buried into his charcoal hair - hair that was supposed to be tied into a high topknot, thus preventing it from obscuring his view. Curious, he turned his head to watch a straw-haired human in what looked like a middle of a fit, towering above an elven girl with stomach problems.
Post by
Atik
Olet Hopewell, Shi'Ra Spearfall
Dining Hall
Olet coughed, the last bits of vomit falling free from her mouth and to the floor. "Ugh..." She groaned in pain, clenching her eyes.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Arthur Handel
Location:
Dining Hall
Arthur woke with a start, pulling his tousled brown hair from the plate it had been resting on. He grabbed the wood of the dining table almost reflexively moments before he wondered why he was sitting at a table to begin with. It was then he realized he was not dressed as before. Though the clothes were of the same style as he normally wore, they were of infinitely higher quality than his former ones, to the point they were almost uncomfortable. Of course, they still seemed a bit shabby on him. In sudden panic, he grabbed his glasses, the once cracked frames replaced with a newer pair.
He only had one immediate question. "Who stole my clothes!"
Character:
Zeeta Bladebreaker
Location:
Inn of Last Refuge
A sudden snort jolted the orc from her sleep. Bolting upright, the female green skin immediately felt something was wrong. This was because her habitual leather and plate armour was missing, replaced with an elegant blue dress which clung to her muscular curves. A slit ran up the side allowing her leg free motion. Her black hair as well fell over her shoulders, brushed smooth and oiled to a shine.
"What...what is this!" the orc demanded, reaching for her axe and only finding her bare shoulder, the dress hanging low and wrapping about her chest for the sole means of support. She grabbed at the clinging fabric in fury. "What the fel is this!"
Post by
morginar
Character
: Falionna Shadesong
Location
: Dining Hall
Falionna awoke with her face and strays of her bleached hair on a plate. Already did this give a unconfortable feeling as she next to never sleep. Someone had taken her.
She placed a bare hand to the side of the plate and pulled her self into the chair. The fact that the hand was no gloved was strange. Is strange indeed. She looked down to her leather armour and found herself in a black and gold silken robe of elven origin.
She sighed and rested her head on the chair. The fact that for the ponytail that the dark ranger kept most of her hair in was gone and the hair hang free and unchecked she hadn't noticed.
Character
: Noergel Voidheart
Location
: Dining Hall
The Green haired undead male warlock that one time was a part of the kirin tor arose from his unnatural slumber. He brushed his unatural green and mostly backslicked hair fron hos face down his neck.
He found himself not in his eredun cursed robes, but in a black suit with a white shirt and bowtie. He felt odd, but cursed when he noticed that hus beloved staff was gone. "Darkness be damned." he cursed to himself.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Erdwal Stonegouger
Location
: Dining Hall
Erdawl grunted and awoke with a start. He grabbed the sides of his head with his hands and screwed his eyes shut until the world stopped spinning. Then, after several moments, he opened them again and inspected the scene. What met his eyes was a shocking mix of the bizarre and complete commonplace. It looked just like an ordinary dining hall, if rather opulent. On the other hand, everybody looked as disoriented as he did.
He was beset by a sudden fear and grabbed the spoon in front of him, checking his reflection. Luckily, he was safe. His bushy black beard was intact, as was his blocky face, green eyes and the ponytail on the back of his head.
Relieved, he settled back in his chair, watching the others and waiting.
Character
: Keradaa
Location
: Guests Quarters
Karadaa had awoken far earlier than the others. As she was once an anchorite, one of those priests of the draenei, she was blessed with a rather powerful fortitude.
Unluckily for her, it wasn't quite enough to keep her awake when the blackness struck.
She had found herself awake and dressed in different clothes. Quite angry at the violation of modesty, she had gone to complain, only to find the entrance hall completely sealed. This had posed a bit of a dilemma, but eventually her dislike of the Mag'har in the dining hall had driven her to explore the guests quarters, where she was currently trying to force her way through one of the many locked doors.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Arthur Handel
Location:
Dining Hall
Arthur grumbled and looked to his side. He blinked at the orange haired troll, curiosity momentarily overshadowing alarm at seeing one of the tribal creatures so dressed. "Who are you?"
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470415
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Conrad Warren, Tsubedai
Location
: Dining Hall
When a bespectacled male voiced his disturbance over missing clothing, Conrad turned his head to face the source of the outcry. The yellow-haired human's fists were opening and closing convulsively, and a vein throbbed near his left eye - Tsubedai, who could see the loud youth clearly, noted that the other was very obviously uncomfortable without a weapon in his grasp. The Mag'har's guandao was missing as well, and much like the others, he woke in a garb different from the one he had been wearing before the sleep took him. However, this did not distress him much - the young orc could already see dozens of household objects that could be used as a makeshift weapon, and his new clothing was quite comfortable.
Conrad clenched his fists tightly, the knuckles whitening, and slammed them onto the table. Silverware jumped and drinks spilled, soiling the brilliant white tablecloth. The young human snarled, his eyes darting between the other people at the table, "What is going on here?"
Post by
Atik
Olet Hopewell, Shi'Ra Spearfall
Dining Hall
Shi'Ra glanced to the side as the sound of a voice, glaring at the man. "Wha'sit to ya?" She replied, moving to get up from her chair.
Olet remained leaning over her chair, coughing and panting until she felt ready to move.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Arthur Handel
Location:
Dining Hall
Arthur looked around in befuddled confusion. "...A name?"
Character:
Zeeta Bladebreaker
Location:
Inn of Last Refuge
The orc lurched to her feet. She clutched at the elegant tablecloth furiously and cast her eyes about the table.
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470415
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Conrad Warren, Tsubedai
Location
: Dining Hall
Conrad's lips spread in a bloodthirsty grin, revealing his teeth.
"How about I use yours after I crack your skull open, smartass?" he spat. Figuratively speaking. "Or do you have anything useful to say?"
Tsubedai rose from his seat, raising his calloused hands. Tall and lean for an orc, he was at least a head taller than Conrad.
"Peace, humans," the Mag'har spoke. "We can be at one another's throats - or we can try and figure out what is happening."
Post by
Monday
Character
: Keradaa
Location
: Guests Quarters
"Hrmph," Keradaa grumbled, but desisted. "I guess you woke up early as well? the draenei asked.
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