Heart of a Warrior {Open RP}

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Post by Mazaniam

Razrula Glitterflame, Mazani Starspire, and Pathal Shadowbane
Backstory;
Razrula, Mia, and Pathal have always been friends. Razrula and Mazani met shortly after the Exodar crash, when the Draenei aided some Night Elves. In a journey to Stormwind, Razrula and Mazani met a young High Elf paladin, named Pathal. They were soon off in an effort to destroy Naxxramas, along with the multiple factions involved. In doing this, they realised how useful their talents are. They have a simple system, Mazani healing the allies, Razrula damaging them, and Pathal holding the attention. They have founded a new arena team, Crystal. Good luck. You'll need it.

Crystal
Dalaran

Razrula grunted at the mage. He was trying to sell water to him.
"Go away" Mazani said at his side. She had some kind of Romantic interest in him. Oh well. The group continued towards the Underbelly.

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((What time period is this?))

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Character: Ayedin Frozenheart
Location: Dustwallow Marsh

Ayedin was once a powerful Paladin of the Silver Hand, named Ayedin Rye. However, he was murdered in the taking of Lordaeron for the scourge, and the curse of unlife was bestowed upon him by a necromancer. He became a powerful Death Knight, and was made a lieutenant of Darion Mograine. After the battle of Lights Hope Chapel, he was freed from the Lich Kings control. He vowed that he would not rest until the Lich King's body and been rent into a hundred pieces. However, after it had been done, he had little to do with his life. He protected Azeroth in the Cataclysm, but once the threats had been dealt with, he fell into a state of depression. Since then he joined an arena team, knowing that the pure unfiltered blood lust of battle would take his mind off things, so he created his team. Because of the motives of his team, he named it Escapism. He wields and axe, which he named Vengeance.

Mujholneer Thunderfist
Location: Dustwallow Marsh

Mujholneer is a dwarven mountain king, and only two things interest him. History of the dwarves... And glory. He takes both the path of the Avatar and of the Thane. After scouring the ruins of Ulduar, he decided it was time for blood drink and battle. For this he joined Escapsim.

Ayren Skychaser
Location: Duswallow Marsh

Ayren Skychaser is a Spirit Walker, and a Spirit Champion. He notices that Tauren culture is focusing more and more on the Eyes of the Earthmother, and forgetting about the Ancestors. He joined Escapism in their name, to channel their power, and preferably win. In this way he shall bring recognition to the ancestors.

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Ayedin Frozenheart, Mujholneer Thunderfist, Ayren Skychaser
Location: Dustwallow Marsh

Ayedin stretched out his hand, glowing with a bluish rime, and pressed it into the fire. The flames licked around it, disappearing as they came to close. Eventually it hit the base, and the flames were gone. The logs, once smoldering and covered in the burning bright orange of heat, were covered in a layer of frost. The three loaded their saddlebags, and mounted up with a quick hop. Ram, Kodo, and skeletal Death Charger set off, trotting slowly across the path.

Post by Mazaniam

Crystal
Dalaran

"Alright, team. Where to?" Razrula asked, a teleport crystal in his hand.
"Theramore?" Pathal suggested.
"Fine with me" Agreed Mazani. Razrula closed his eyes and started to mutter a teleportation spell.
"Desa kaw m'lat msata Jaina... Fajat macas Theramore!"

Post by Adamsm

((ooc - heh, alright, I've got my three.))

Morgan La Fey
Marksman/EpicMarksman
Human, Stromgarde background

Morgan is a mercenary who sells his skills to the highest bidder. He is in his late 30's, with short blond hair and steel gray eyes. He isn't heavily muscled, being more whipcord thin, and is a skilled sharpshooter and arms man. His preferred weapons are a dwarvish long rife, and a pair of gnome repeater pistols. He has been hired to form a team with two others and win as much money as possible in the arena.

Molly 'Ka-Boom' Twinwrench
Steam Warrior
Gnome, Gnomeragon background

Molly, called Ka-boom due to her obsession with explosives and weapons, is a young gnome, only reaching adult age a few years ago. She has dark red hair usually tied up in a pony tail or buns on her head, with purple coloured eyes. Due to her stature, she trained with a retired steam warrior within her village, and crafted a mobile suit of armour, capable of a wide array of assault capabilities. She has joined the arena team partially for money, but also to gain respect to begin selling her experiments and weapons.

Silent One
Graven One
Unknown Race, Unknown background

No real name is known for this being; he merely goes by Silent One and is an acolyte of the Grave. He is tall, nearly seven feet in height, and is beginning to learn his skills. Chosen as the third member of the Arena team, his skills will be an asset in the coming fights.

"Isn't he done yet?" Molly asked, tinkering with one of the arm weapons of her battle suit as they waited on their ally to finish his initiation. "Calm yourself Miss Twinwrench, he'll finish when he's finished." Morgan muttered, his face hidden by his hat as he leaned against a grave marker near the freshly dug grave where the third member of their team was finishing his test.

"Told ya, call me Ka-boom or Molly mister, Miss Twinwrench is my ^&*!@ of a mother." Molly muttered back, closing up the arm and climbing into the suit, belting herself in and moving it around the graveyard. "Fine, and my name is Morgan." He answered, and looked up as the sun began to rise. "Come on, let's dig him up." He said, standing and moving towards the grave, which started to move.

They stood waiting as the cloaked and wrapped figure pushed himself out of the grave and shook his body, the dirt falling from him. "No need La Fay, as you can see, I'm already free." The voice of the figure was deep and hollow sounding and Morgan nodded, gathering up his gear. "Anything else you need here?" He asked, bored now that the ritual was finished.

"No, I have the bones ready, while we travel to the arena, I'll work on it then." Silent One answered, and the small group headed south of the Ogre graveyard towards where the arena was waiting.

Post by Patty

Lilitha 'Lily' Sunscent
Race: Blood Elf
Class: Priestess

Lilitha is a wiry, relatively young blood elf tired of being called weak. Travelling the world to try and further her power, the novice priestess was captured by quilboar - but rescued by a greedy goblin named Humfrid Fizzleblow, who claimed ownership of the sin'dorei and currently uses her for entertainment, and profit of course. Lilitha has reddish-pink hair - worn in two curled tails, and the typical fel green glare of her kindred. She is a little under 5'4, and usually wears dark clothes, a black hood generally shrouding her pale face. She is strangely happy and hyperactive, despite her situation. The elf greatly enjoys contributing conversation, even if no one else is participating.

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Renald Firebearer
Race: Human
Class: Warlock

Renald's parents were both mages, and he was immediately sent to Dalaran for teaching - but was lured by the power of dark magic in the aftermath of the ransack of Dalaran. He has brown hair which hangs down his face, and a neatly trimmed beard. He is thinner than most humans, due to his lack of physical prowess. He wears blue robes, and stands at roughly 6 feet tall. He is irritable and rather quiet. A sword hangs at his belt, and a grimoire in his hands. The warlock was tricked into working for the selfish Humfrid Fizzleblow, and must earn his freedom.

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Romal Stonehoof
Race: Tauren
Class: Techslayer

Romal's mate was slain in an attack against their village by the hasty venture co. Since that day, Romal has sworn to wipe technology from Kalimdor. Desperately seeking a way to obliterate the destructive power, the tauren joined Humfrid Fizzleblow's arena team - geared in full plate and charged armour - with the intent of destroying every piece of machinery. He has grey-white fur, two long and dark horns, a ring piercing on his snout and dark, shortish hair. He towers at 8'7, and weights approximately 685 lbs.

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Location: Duskwallow Marsh

"Renold, put Syalanes away. She's making me awfully hungry!" the blood elf exclaimed, her locks bouncing as she followed the towering bull-like creature in front of her. The warlock grunted, and his succubus chuckled as she dissipated.

"Better?" he asked, clearly annoyed at the girl.

"Much, thanks for asking!" the sin'dorei exclaimed in return. "You know, I've never been here and I've heard all sorts of funny things about this place! This one time, apparently, an orc guy went to Mudsprocket and -" She was interrupted by the plated tauren, who's mechanical armour whirred.

"Give it a rest." He said sternly, using a wide finger to tinker with his gleaming chestpiece. Lily obliged, looking away and biting her lip.

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Crystal
Theramore City

The team appeared in a blinding flash of blue arcane energy, stunning two nearby guards. Pathal, being the first one to snap into existence, was almost sliced to death by two half-blind warriors who almost mistook him for a Blood Elf.
"Sorry mate" The first one said, giving him a hand up.
"Thanks... I think." Pathal murmured, starting after his two companions, who were grinning at the gates.

((Requiring some Desperate Player Interaction here. Someone bump into my team... please.))

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Post by Patty

Lily/Renold/Romal
Location: Dustwallow Marsh

"I say we stay here for the night," Renold said blankly, pointing to an empty, relatively dry patch of ground.

"Scared of the dark huh? Scaredy cat! Scaredy cat!" Lily grinned, jumping around the warlock, who clenched his fists in pure frustration.

"We're not all nocturnal, Miss Sunscent." Romal sighed, removing a buzzing piece of arm-plate.

"Well, yeah, but still..." the elf mumbled, shuffling her feet uncomfortably as she began blushing.

The warlock walked over towards the shadowy trees and grabbed some chunks of wood - piling it in the centre of the small enclave, before igniting the wood with a crackling green flame.

"Oooh, kinda creepy, eh?" the sin'dorei noted, staring at the spitting fire intently.

"Not really." Renold replied, looking in his satchel for his bed sheets.

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Ayedin Frozenheart, Mujholneer Thunderfist, Ayren Skychaser
Location: Dustwallow Marsh

The team arrived at the arena complex. They stowed their mounts in the stables, and walked over to the office a sign nearby pointed out, telling them it's for introductory purposes. The three walked in, and Ayedin spoke to the Goblin seated at the desk in front of them. "Greetings, I am Ayedin Frozenheart, captain of Escapism. I trust you have been informed of our coming? I would like to inquire where we shall be lodged." Mujholneer then piped in with a "An' where t'e meed be kept!" Ayedin scowled at him. Mujholneer cried, "What? Ye only complain 'cause ye can't 'ave any yerself!" Then burst into a fit of hearty laughter.

Post by Adamsm

Morgan La Fey/Molly 'Ka-Boom' Twinwrench/The Silent One
Dustwallow Marsh

"So, you figured out a name for this little madness?" Ka-Boom asked, looking down at La Fey from the top of her suit, the machine making low hisses as it walked along. Silent strode along behind them, his eyes focused on the bone-scythe he was creating and merely listening with half attention. The human looked at her from under the brim of his hat and shrugged. "How about Kick Ass?" He asked, and she chuckled at that. "Probably not.." She trailed off as he suddenly had one of his pistols in his hand and fired, a small growl sounding from behind her.

She looked over her shoulder and saw a dead human wearing black leather armour lying there, a hole directly through the center of his forehead. "That wasn't smart." She muttered, picking up the body and quickly stripping it of any valuables then passed it over to Silent who nodded as he quickly settled in to disembowel and tear it apart to get at the bones.

Morgan sighed, and leaned against a tree, checking the gun while they waited on the Graven one.