Mists of Pandaria (Open RP)

Post by Monday

Characters: Korsin Frostrock, Gorgron Axeshatter, Avery, Elsoris Nemo, Ironbeard
Location: Darkshore

"Yer headin' into a warzone by yourself?" he asked. "That's either bold 'r stupid, tryin' to decide."

Post by Behelich

Character: Ji'lith
Location: Darkshore

"And why 'd a couple of either bold or stupid Horde draw your attention?" Ji asked calmly.

Post by Monday

Characters: Korsin Frostrock, Gorgron Axeshatter, Avery, Elsoris Nemo, Ironbeard
Location: Darkshore

"Just curious," Ironbeard shrugged.

Korsin stepped in. "We're waiting until they call the fleet out, then we'll be loading the walker up and heading out with them. But until then, we need something to do."

Post by Quilan

Character: Alara Flameblaze
Location: Darkshore

Alara looked at the horde soldiers and the other three, "Wot's this about Pandaria? Ain't that place just a child's tale? Wot I heard at least."

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Post by Behelich

Character: Ji'lith
Location: Darkshore

"Something t' do?"

Ji laughed melodically, turning to Alara, "Apparently, not. At least, we sure 'pe so."

Post by Monday

Characters: Korsin Frostrock, Gorgron Axeshatter, Avery, Elsoris Nemo, Ironbeard
Location: Darkshore

"Drinkin' mostly, but talkin' is always enjoyable," Ironbeard shrugged. "And, uh, your friend looks dangerous."

Korsin chuckled. "The Panderans have already sent envoys. Makes me think they exist."

Post by Quilan

Character: Alara Flameblaze
Location: Darkshore

"I ain't goin' to go on hopes. I want fact and make sure this is real before I go and spend good coin on a boat to this place." Alara smirks as she takes a drink from her brandy. "Well, I haven't seen any of these envoys, so my thoughts are stickin' untill I see them."

Post by OverZealous

Tavanar
Ashenvale

Strangely enough, the scroll was written in Common, but Tavanar was too eager to read - to eager to perhaps learn something that could hurt the Horde, to care about that.

Gather round', friends of the Pandaren!
The way to our beloved continent, Pandaria, lies open, and we are in grave danger.
The Naga - hated by our race, and many a Pandaren turned rogue, ravage the lands of our great Bamboo Kingdom
To battle this threat, we must once again call upon the other races of Azeroth, to perhaps defeat an enemy we both share.
Charts have been sent to various sailors on both Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms, and we hope that our long period of silence has not made you look upon us with distrust.
To prove our good will, we shall teach our secret arts - the art of the Monk, to all who wish to learn.
Make all haste, heroes of the Alliance, for we are in danger!

Post by Neonhyper

Character: Akira Moonrest
Location: Darkshore
Description: Akira is a tall kaldorei woman, with a very, dusky ashen skin tone, silver eyes, and dark green hair, which she's styled into two braid loops behind her head. Her face is free from tattoos, due to her belief that 'All those face-markings are some stupid youngling fad'. Among the kaldorei, she's pretty much ancient, being somewhere over fifteen thousand years old, and still going strong (or so she says). She runs an organization for Darnassian intelligence gathering (and unlike SI:7, is mostly secret to the general public) called the Night Raven Corps.

By elven standards, she's incredibly unorthodox, and cares little for the xenophobia that most of her race is known for. Her attitude towards kaldorei politics and most other sects in the city has earned her the ire of most of them (especially the Sisterhood of Elune, who have even attempted to ban her entrance to the Temple. Not that she cares, or listens.) She lost one of her eyes during the War of the Shifting Sands, and recently got an engineered replacement.

((Armor ref, since I'm too lazy to describe it.))

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"All right, you scatter-brained idiots, on the ships," Akira muttered under her breath, staring at a sheet of paper in her hands and waving the line of black-leather clad kaldorei down the docks, without looking up. "I swear, you get faster when you're older in my line of work," she snorted. "Get a move on, we don't have all day!"

Post by Morec0

Character: Blankscale Armada (General Zerksis Scalebender, Lady Arcanhiss, Lord Phang)
Location: Pandaria
Race: Naga
Class: Battlemage, Arcanist, Slavemaster (Other: Varies)
Gender: Male, Female, Male (Other: Varies)
Description: Zerksis Scalebender is a battlemage loyal to Queen Azshara, created by the insane naga anomoly Leechfinn - a scientist whom he slew. Long before the Cataclysm he was charged with delivering a powerful relic to Nazjatar, he failed, however, and the relic was destroyed. For this failure, Zerksis was temporarily stripped of the rank he had held in Azshara's army. Time passed, however, and he regained much of the naga Queen's trust. He was granted his rank and forces back, and immediately led them in conjunction with other naga Generals to attack and distmantle the Bamboo Kingdom. While the other forces were either called by to Nazjatar on urget buisness or scour the landmass for their relic, Zerksis and his Blankscale Armada hold a deathgrip on ruins of the Pandaria harbor, waiting for news and constantly searching through the rubble for their goal. The Key.

"Ssstill no sssign," Zerksis hissed, slithering in a circle within the command post he maintained. "Ssstill not even the ssslightessst hint of where it might be."

"General Scalebender," Lady Arcanhiss, the head naga scryer, said, bowing as low as she could. "It might be possible that the nature of the item we seek hides it from our magic. The looters and diggers may find it, given time."

"So far there has been no sign of anything resembling what we seek, General," Lord Phang, the slavemaster in charge of the mur'ghul slaves doing the looting and digging spoke up. "But we have only search a few spots. This place is massive, but if it is here we will find it eventually."

"If it isss here. That isss exactly the problem, isssn't it?" Zerksis glared at his two liutenants. "What would be the reassson for hiding sssuch a powerful artifact where any piratesss could easssily reach it? No... it isss somewhere inland, likely hidden behind trapsss of all kindsss. If this isssland were not ssso huge..." He hissed in frustration and returned to his pacing.

If all of their forces were here, it would be easier to search this forsaken place. But between its sheer size and the little ressistance the pandarian people were managing to put up, their efforts were slowed considerably - moreso due to the size than the furballs. If their Queen had not ordered half of their forces to remain in Nazjatar... but she had perfect reasons for doing so. Rebles, traitor scum. At the time he had not know about them, but with the news that had come from Nazjatar just recently, it was clear this was more than a few disgruntled nobodies...

Character: The Splinterscale (Cajsia Airbinder, Anord Airbinder, Mage-Lord Gradath Icedfin)
Location: (Past) Nazjatar, (Present) The Broken Isles, Ruins of Suramar
Race: Naga
Class: Priestess of the Depths, Warrior, Mage, (Other: Warrior, Shaman, Mage, Warlock, Hunter, Rogue)
Gender Female, Male, Male, (Other: Varies)
Description: In a final effort to save herself from the rising waters of the well of eternity, Queen Azshara pledged her and her followers' loyalty to the malevolent Old Gods. This pact saved the Highborne from death by transforming them into monsters. The newly created serpentine naga were cast to the bottom of the ocean where they began to build their new empire of Nazjatar; an empire which prospered under the rule of their now-immortal Queen Azshara. Since that time, many beings of power and malice have called the naga into their service, and they have followed these leaders in the name of Azshara. In recent years, though, a quiet scism has developed in naga society; a subtle and secritive faction known as the Splinterscale. Resentful of what Azshara forced them to become and do so that she could leave al those centuries ago, they gathered any like-minded naga to their cause so that they may overthrow Azshara's reign and repent for the monstorous deeds they committed under her service. With their numbers now greater than they ever have been before, they make their first direct move against Azshara and her minions...

Many months ago...

"Yaul nogh zall eem ouh goh blsh!"

You seek the General, but instead you find your death.

The massive faceless standing at the edge of by abyss one was of the aquatic variety, the variations in his appearence depicting that with ease, pointed a tentacle towards its attackers and a force of naga - warrior and magi - wearing pitch black tabards swam towards their targets: a large group of naga at the front of a trail of dead, black-tabard wearing naga and other aquatic faceless ones.

The first to swam towards a large male - much larger than they - wearing plate and chain armor and weilding two massive tridents with a single hand each. He was quickly cut off from his allies, swarmed by a decent number of them while the others went straight for his allies. Five quickly moved in to restrain him, but were slashed apart when the male swung his tridents. Even with the ressistance the deep sea water put up and even though the sides of the trident's prongs were not nessescarily sharp, they tore through the scales, muscles and bone of the five easily. Quickly the others charged to avenge their fallen allies, but were speared or pummled to death.

The other naga held their own. One, a female wearing the robes of Azshara's Priestesses of the Depths, defended herself and others with spells of water and light. Another, a male wearing frosty robes, froze any hostiles that got to close to him or his allies or out of range of him or his allies - pretty much; he froze everything. The other naga, warriors, priests, rogues, and many more classes, used whatever skills or tricks they had and continued to tear through the assaulting naga.

As its soldiers died one, two, or three or more at a time the faceless one became more and more agitated. With a roar it joined the battle itself, dark magic funneling out through its tendrils and into the sea floor. Dark fissures opened up released boiling hot jets or steam that shot upwards, naga on both sides were consumed by them, but the damage done to the numbers of those wearing black tabards had already sealed the fate of the battle. They were overcome, and then the faceless one fell as well.

"Blackshell wasn't here!" Anord exclaimed. "He must have retreated some time ago, but that means... By the depths! A TRAP!"

Water elementals formed out of the salt and liquid of the sea, surrounding the naga and slowly moving in. Then, from the inky depths that began at the edge of the fissure, arose a massive avatar of a creature all naga knew far too well.

It was an avatar of Azshara herself.

"Foolish little ones," she tisked them in a melodic, motherly voice that would have been hypnotizing had these naga not realized their "Queen" for the abomination she was. Even by naga standards; her lower body was not that of a serpant, but instead of a octopus. Her face was still as elvenly lovely as ever, but her body was covered in the same scales as the rest of their kind. "You did not think you could actually win this battle? That your coup would rise beyond anything but a minor nuisance?"

She chuckled. "My beloved kin and children; you have only dug a grave for yourselves. I wish it did not have to be so, but it is time for you to lie in it. This, Airbenders, is where you and your allies meet their end, never to have even the currents whisper your name again." The elementals approached the rebellious naga.

The trident-weilding male was overcome with embaressment, rage, and self-loathing. Embarressed that he had not seen such an ovbious trap. Rage that he had walked right into it. And self-loathing for he had led his sister, oldest friend, and all those who had the will to stand against the monster their former Queen had become into with him.

He would not let this happen.

With a roar he impaled the corpse of the faceless one upon the spears of his tridents and, with all of his strength, threw it at the avatar. The strength with which he tossed the carcass at the avatar was so great that it neglected the water's ressistance on it to move, and it passed straight into the avatar with ease. The magics radiated by the eldritch horror's corpse and the arcane ones that held the avatar together did not mix well, and the avatar shimmered and lost power temporarily. It had also been through the avatar that Azshara had cast the spell to created the elemental slaves, and so they too began to fall apart back into the water.

"GO NOW!" the male roared roared, seeing more black-tabard-wearing naga come over the side to attack and remove the dead faceless from their glorious Queen's glorious avatar. "Before it has time to recover! I will try to slow them down!" He charged, attacking the other naga attempting to aid Azshara's illusion with ferocity, although they managed, just barely, to keep him from reaching the avatar itself.

"Anord, we wont leave without you!" the female Priestess yelled back, begining to swim towards the other.

"Lasy Cajsia," the mage, Gradath Icedfin quickly spoke up, swimming to block her path. "Your brother is right, and he has no intention of letting anyone but himself alone deal with the Nazjar'ian. Honor his last wish and let us be off."

Cajsia Airbender scowled at Gradath for a while, but then nodded. He was right, Anord was right; it was better that the rest of them escape while he covered their retreat than have them all die here, unable to ever have another chance to strike at Azshara's forces again. "All Splinterscale; retreat! We will start this battle again another day!" She, Gradath, and all the other naga, quickly swam away from the battle.

Anord saw this out of the corner of his snake-like eyes as he continued to slay the Azshara-loyal naga. Good, the Splinterscale would live to bring down the naga Queen's corrupted empire one day, even if he would not. He continued to slay the Blackshell naga defending their Queen, getting closer and closer to stopping them from removing the faceless one's corpse.

They saw too late, however, that the other naga had already beat him. They pushed the corpse out of avatar's translucent form, and almost immediately the spell returned to full power. And immediately it froze Anord in a block of ice. "Troublesssome whelp," Azshara hissed.

A large male naga with dark scales, dark armor, and the same dark tarbard as his underlings sawm up from the dark depths of the ocean shelf. "My Queen," he said, looking up at the avatar, "shall send my forces to track them down?"

"No, Blackshell," Azshara replied, clearly having calmed back down, "we need not waste any effort in trying to kill them on the run. Send scouts, keep tabs on their movements, but do not directly assault them. When the time comes, we will have them come to us. We have the perfect bait to catch them with, after all."

Completely immobolized in the ice, Anord could not even close his eyes in defeat.

Presently...

The Splinterscale naga emerged from the water onto the sandy beach shore, Casjia and Gradath first, then the rest of the naga. "Suramar," Casjia sighed. "What a place this used to be before..."

"One day it will be so again, milady," Gradath assured her. "But first we must slay those whom wish to prevent us from making it such; Azshara at the head of them."

Cajsia nodded. "We'll rest here for a time," she said, they had been on the run almost none stop for the last few months. "When we are fully rested, we will seek out allies."

"Milady?"

Cajsia looked at the Mage-Lord. "We cannot defeat Azshara on our own, that much has been proven. We need supplies, allies, and heroes that we simply do not have if we wish to bring down Nazjatar. We will find them, and then, with their aid, we will strike again at our enemies."

Gradath nodded. "Truer words were never spoken, Cajsia."

Post by Quilan

Character: Alara Flameblaze
Location: Darkshore

Alara shruged at the horde members, drinking her brandy, muttering under her breath slightly, "Well... if this Pandaria does exsist. May as well see it."

Post by Neonhyper

Character: Akira Moonrest
Location: Darkshore

Akira looked over the edge of her paper down into the face of one of the newer Night Raven recruits, the young(ish) kaldorei boy stared up at her, "Mistress Moonrest, I---"

The spymistress narrowed her real eye, the other one seemed to displeasingly whir and stated, "If you're this slow once we reach land, I can guarantee you that you'll be eaten by naga. They're cannibals, you know. They eat fish, they probably won't have qualms about eating a night elf."

The boy's eyes widened and he backed off before running to catch up with the rest of the unit. Akira pursed a lip in amusement and folded up the parchment, "Beautiful. This day can't get any worse."

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Hao Suu
Location: Darkshore
Race: Pandaren
Class: Brewmaster
Gender: Male

Hao Suu is a somewhat short and older Pandaren. Standing at four and a half feet tall he wears a red duangua and wide conical straw hat. His fur is the standard black and white of his race. Described as often crotchety he abhors those who do not treat him (or as he puts it, their elders) with respect and as a result comes off somewhat abrasive. Nevertheless he has a gruff friendliness to those who earn his respect and trust. He carries around a large barrel of ale but curiously only drinks from it for combat, glaring furiously at anyone who offers him alcohol at any other times until they go away.

"Aiyah, waste day away waiting for ships to go." Hao Suu grumbled from his perch on a crate, watching the night elves on the docks be berated by a woman one had called Moonrest. He had been about Kalimdor when he had heard Pandaria had been invaded. Though his quest on the mainland was pressing he had nevertheless postponed it, hurrying to the closest harbour to aid his homeland.

So here he sat, waiting for the ships to get under way and sulking from the delay in his quest.

Post by Atik

Tandril
Darkshore

Tandril made his way up the docks, he had already paid for a ride on a human vessel. However, he stopped as he saw the Night Elves boarding a vessel of their own. "Greetings sister!" He stated, making his way over to the woman.

Shando followed close behind, many avoiding the obviously out of place bear.

Post by Neonhyper

Character: Akira Moonrest
Location: Darkshore

Akira prodded the last of her men down the docks with a firm, but subtle push of the tip of her combat blade, "Move it along, move it along! I'm not responsible for you getting left behind and have to report back to me when we come home about why you weren't out there dying!"

At the sound of someone, who she assumed was hailing her down, as there didn't seem to be anybody else in the near area around her who he might be hailing down, Akira turned around, stabbing the tip of her blade into the woodwork a couple inches away from the other night elf's foot and leaned on the pommel. Her mecahnical eye whirred softly as she turned it to look at him, "Can I not help you do something that you may potentially pretend you need my help doing?"

Post by Atik

Tandril
Darkshore

Tandril stared for a moment. "I was simply saying greetings to a fellow elf." He replied. "Off to Pandaria, I assume? It seems to be all I've heard talk of these last few days."

Post by Neonhyper

Character: Akira Moonrest
Location: Darkshore

"Hrmph," she snorted, pulling herself up into proper posture and slid her blade back in its sheath. "That would be correct. All though, Pandaria, the Firelands, Dragonblight... it doesn't matter where we're going, it just matters that I'm going to have to spend however long it takes to get there on a boat with a bunch of whiny excuses for kaldorei fighters who would rather be eating bean soup than listening to proper directions."

"I almost have half the mind to shove them on a human boat and see how long either side lasts before they drown themselves," Akira mused.

Post by Atik

Tandril
Darkshore

Tandril nodded. "You have my sympathies in that event. I can only imagine they are young?" He asked. "I remember, in the times before the alliance, kaldorei acting like that would have been undeard of."

Shando made a sound like grumbling.

"That too of course." Tandril nodded to him. "Like my fellow druids, I was asleep for a long while..."

Post by Neonhyper

Character: Akira Moonrest
Location: Darkshore

"Most of them are some of my fresher recruits. The ones who think this line of work will take them half-way across the world to meet cute kaldorei girls and get to mingle with humans. You know, I still remember back in my day when meeting anybody except a night elf was reason enough to throw yourself off the nearest building in shame," she barked a laugh. "My more seasoned men and women are back in Darnassus, covering for me while I lead these sorry-selves off to war."

Mists of Pandaria (Open RP)

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