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Reckoning of a New Age | Open Roleplay
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Krutos
Krutos Stormwalker
Undercity
When the upper level had disapeared from sight and the lower lab was also out of sight, Krutos turned to his master.
- "I think it's your show from now on.", he grinned.
Post by
Behelich
Hascakkin
Tarren Mill
"Charming."
Hascakkin bowed half-graciously, half-mockingly. - "Right now, I only have three questions for ya - first of all, what's your name, second - what are you doing here, third..." - he suddenly winked several times at her with two eyes simultaneously, revealing his abnormally long eyelashes - "Did you like my song?"
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Behelich
Hascakkin
Tarren Mill
"A druid interested in destruction, eh?" - Hascakkin laughed. - "I'm Gregory, nice to meet you, Tera." - at which Zuril raised his eyebrow - Gregory was an alias
he
adopted whenever his master disguised him as a human.
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Behelich
Hascakkin
Tarren Mill
"Then I guess it was a wise decision for my boys to capture some of the savages." - said Hascakkin smoothly. - "If you want to satisfy your lust for kills, I suppose we can lend you some of them."
Post by
Persen
Leera Fenwick, Jessara Gaunt
Tarren Mill
Leera easily heard the conversation from where she stood.
Stupid girl... like a puppet to the master
, she thought. She was already thinking of ways to use the night elf... and hoped Hascakkin's actions wouldn't interfere with her plans too much. The druid was clearly Alliance, judging from what she told about the prisoners. Leera approached, nudged Hascakkin and whispered him discreetly. "Minimal gore... don't startle her."
"I am Leera", she introduced herself, "and over there is my friend Jessara. We've been prisoners here... for I don't know how long. But now that we are free, we need to get to an alliance military post. Do we still have Chillwind Camp?"
Post by
Behelich
((Azunara, Persen, do you realise that there are about thirty nasty-looking four-armed monsters standing tall?))
Post by
Persen
((Yes I do. But I've always been told
you get credit for trying
.))
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Post by
Krutos
((In the stairs between the upper levels of the Apothecarium and the lowest lab (perhaps the personal lab of Faranell), where they keep the blight)) captcha: Lara HoG
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Krutos
(I think, I'll play this part also)
Faranell
Undercity
Master Apothecary Faranell heard the barking and turned around. He saw a rather odd pair, a human death knight and a tauren with strange glowing eyes.
- "I am. Master Apothecary Faranell, head of the Royal Apothecary Society.", he answered. "Get back to work.", he snarled at some of the apothecaries, who had also turned to see who was speaking.
- "And who might you be?", he then asked.
Post by
Atik
Locronos
Arathi
Locronos' smile slowly faded. This prisonner was making many demands.
At least for now, he doesn't know what he is dealing with.
"Very well..." Locronos said, breaking the chains that held the prisonner. "Grab your weapon, and be quick about it"
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Krutos
(I know that verdant sphere thing doesn't go right the it maybe should but it's pretty much all I can think of right now. Sorry)
Lothar Suncaller
Arathi Highlands
Lothar stumbeled to the weapon wagons and murmured a spell that called his staff right to his hand. Then he removed three round gems from his belt and murmured another spell. The gems floathed to the staff and like bursted into flames as enormous amounts of energy poured from the staff to the gems. A wicked smile spread across his face again.
- "Now I'm ready to lead you to the arc-mage, my lord.", the elf said, turning to Locnoros.
Post by
Atik
Locronos
Arathi
Locronos nodded at Lothar. There it was, the true power of this elf. It steamed off him now, Locronos couldn't ignore it if he tried.
Much like that Worgen-what was her name?
Try as he might, Locronos could not remember. Suddenly, he was snapped back to here and now. Why has he become so fixated?
"Very well then. Lead on." He spoke calmly, hiding his inner turmoil.
Post by
Krutos
Lothar Suncaller
Arathi Highlands
Lothar lead Locnoros to the group of blood elven prisoners.
- "The arc-mage is the older elf in the middle of the group. As you can see, they have formed circles, in the outer rim are the warriors and spell-breakers. In the inner rings are the magi and some priests. Their combined strength is vast, my lord.", he pointed out to the drake.
Post by
Atik
Locronos
Arathi
Locronos stepped forward. He grabbed a warrior by the head and threw him at least twenty feet to the side with little effort. He raked another accross the neck, his claws leaving large gashes. He place the palm of his hand over the face of one making the inner ring. Suddenly, the elf was frozen solid.
"Pathertic!" He shouted, turning around. "Do what you please. They aren't even worth my time..."
Post by
Krutos
(I'm slowly getting the feeling that this rp is dying out..)
?
Arathi Highlands
As soon as Locnoros turned away, one of the mages conjured a bolt of arcane energy to her hands and threw it at the drake. But there already was a guard in the line of fire and he got blasted by the spell. Many of the nearby guards immedietly attacked the elven prisoners, hacking the first line down.
Lothar Suncaller
Arathi Highland
Lothar watched how the guards conforted the magical barrage created by the prisoners. He didn't interfere before he saw a small gap between the prisoner lines, which he opened up a little bit by throwing few bolts of fire at the other elves. He walked over the bodies of the fallen and sometimes randomly slashing with his staff or casting a spell and he was soon facing the arc-mage.
- "Silmos!", he called out, the verdant spheres blazing from energy. "Give up and you don't have to suffer."
As he spoke, the spheres started to glow even brighter and as they floathed to form a triangle, they started pulling the magical energy from is opponent. The older elf didn't try to fight back, maybe becouse of the shock of betreyal or some other reason, but soon the only thing left from the arc-mage, was his dry corpse.
Post by
Persen
((I've been gone for a few days and are probably going to be very busy for the next few. My characters are sort of locked, waiting for Azunara's response, but I might just work around it when I get back.))
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