The War of Crowns (Open RP)

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Saravet Runerunner
Location: Howling Fjord

A lone female Vykrul chuckled, moving out of the group of warriors. She wore an antlered skull as if it were a hat, brown hair tied in a long ponytail stretching out from beneath it. Her dry, brown robes set her apart from the rest of the Vykrul and their armored forms, who parted before her with a gesture of a tall stave carved with a myriad of symbols, topped with a brilliant red gem which glittered in the sun like a bloody eye.

"It seems your kind's mind went along with your metal bodies, little one. We are not spies, they are merely my escort! I, am Saravet Runerunner. And, in fact, am here as a sort of lee...ison to your leader," Saravet declared, stumbling slightly over the unfamiliar word. "Just as that horned creature is at Utgarde from your master, so too am I here from mine," she finished, recovering from her error.

Post by Morec0

Character: Lord Morec - House of Rivendare, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Blood Port, Southern Howling Fjord

"Is that so?" Siffly said, smiling as her demons started to fade into existance. "Now why should I belive you?"

"Because I'm telling you to," Morec said as Blu cleared the cliff and landed on the ground.

Siffly's face paled. "L-Lord Rivendare, g-good to see you're back," she said with a nervous smile.

"Shut up," Morec growled at the gnome before bowing to the vrykul. "A thousand pardons, Miss; Siffly here has a habit for presuming threats, probably what landed her where she is now - that and her aclination to drain the life from anyone she meets." He laughed. "Now, what can I assist you with?"

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Saravet Runerunner
Location: Howling Fjord

"Good to meet you Lord Rivendare, I am Saravet Runerunner." The Vykrul did an awkward half bow to the death knight. "I was sent to act as Lady Sataira's eyes and ears in the coming conflict, and to do whatever was needed to better our alliance," she said.

An ascendant Vykrul - the only one in the group - standing at her side shifted slightly, only for Saravet to step on his foot pointedly.

Post by Levarus

Daedrin Plaguetomb
Grizzly Hills

All around them the woods were completely desecrated, the Furbolg at Grizzlemaw were mere obstacles to its spread. A week, and this temperate wild flourishing region will be another Plaguelands! Daedring rejoiced cheerfully. Suddenly a portal opened up infront of him, a purple outline with jet blue streams of arcane energy flowing in and out. Then his emmisary appeared. "Lord-General!" he said, panting. "The Worgen of Bloodmoon Isle have seemed to take to a new leader whom is not Arugal. Nor is he obliged to accept your offer. Voldrune has taken up arms and are marching to this camp as we speak, but just note that they demand a few of the woods around them unaffected the plague so that they can build new homes. "

"Oh." said Daedrin dissapointingly, holding his staff in the air and taking a long inspectious look at it. "Well I guess you don't get your bed." he said, swinging it furiously and knocking the skeleton out. "You there!" he pointed to a nearby cultist. "Trace the arcane energies left by the portal. Create me one to the exact same point."

"But sir! The risk-"

"I said do it!" Daedrin yelled. "I want two Death Knights as my guards. You and you." Two Death Knights looked at eachother before coming to his flank. As the new portal opened Daedrin instantly jumped into it along with his guard. He was teleported to Bloodmoon Isle, Worgen all around him, encircling him in a hate-filled corner. At it's head was a larger worgen with white fur. "Gentlemen." he said, bowing courtesly.

"Spare me your false courtesies. That damned emmisary said you'd be coming." said the White Worgen, sniffing in the air, as if for fear. But he found none, and turned his gaze angrily back to Daedrin. "He said the lands were being plagued by your vermin! That you have been trying to collect as much allies as possible! We will never join you though!" he yelled, his cronies echoing his taunt. " NOW YOU DIE SCOURGE FILTH!" he yelled, leaping into the air and coming to clash down with Daedrin - But Daedrin was too fast, and held his spiked stave in the air, piercing bloodily through the white furred beast's chest. Then everything was silent, as Daedrin kicked the un-cooperative Worgen off his staff, blood leaving it's mark.

"Such is the fate of those who oppose Aerkis Winterspine's will!" he yelled, looking around him. The worgen had their teeth bared, yet fear kept them back. "For too long have you hung in the shadows of the Lich King, whelping like the dogs you are at the sight of the Horde or Alliance. Well come! Join us! And together, power will be ours!" They hesitated. One started to howl, then another, then two others, and eventually a whole cacophony of worgen howling accompanied the still silence.

"We are yours!" one yelled. "It's been too long since I've had the fresh taste of man!" another chanted. Good...thought Daedrin. For you'll be getting plenty of that...Daedrin smiled, showing a flashing teeth.

Bo the Black Dread
Brunnhildar Village, Storm Peaks

All around him fire encompanied molten clouds of ash sprinkled in the battle-sundered air. "Our first victory" yelled the Valkyrion Chieftan, his white beard swarthed with fresh blood and his axe dripping with entrails. The other Vyrkul took up his chant. Cultists and Skeletal slaves were collecting the guts and organs of nearby dead opponent Vyrkul for the construction of the upcoming abomination, as well as fallen allied Vyrkul to be raised as Vargul. Bo's frostwyrm munched happily on a Proto-Drake, as if it contained a deep scorn for other dragons. "Next!" yelled Bo. "We fly for the Goblin settlement of K3 and drop plague-bombs to annihilate them. Gargoyles fresh from Vorth'renal will be our sky guards as we bombard the area. We go!" yelled Bo, as Frost Vyrkul cheered and raised their weapons to the blood-smelled air, mounting their ebon steeds, proto-drakes, and frostwyrms which were nearly untouched by the Brunnhildar.

Garthern Ebonwrought
Gundrak

Garthern was flying to Drak'tharon Keep, where the Drakkari were sure to be converted. There was nothing at Gundrak for him but robbers and thieves. At Drak'tharon however, new allies would be awaiting. Aerkis would most like be furious, but Garthern had a justifiable reason, especially when he led an army of Drakkari once loyal to Arthas.

Post by Morec0

Character: Lord Morec - House of Rivendare, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Blood Port, Southern Howling Fjord

"And your ascendent friend here," Morec said, looking at the other vrykul, "does he have a name?" He looked closer at the vrykul. "You seem familiar, did I kill someone you know during the War Against the Lich King? A close relative or maybe just a friend?"

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Saravet Runerunner
Location: Howling Fjord

"Impudent swine-!"

"His name," Saravet interrupted, stepping in front of the ascendant and stopping him from drawing a harpoon on his back, "is Tyrin, the executioner, son of Holdin the worg breaker. He is my bodyguard," she explained calmly. Tyrin, abated by the motion and declaration of his title pulled his arm back from the weapon.

Post by Levarus

Katuik the Warrior
Kamagua, Howling Fjord

Wak'luk was practicing by the shore with himself, playing with his iron sword and spear. Katuik was smoking a pipe sharpening Icepoint watching him observatively. No, no, no...his form is terrible. Thought Katuik. Tide-Chieftan Paeo hasn't sent any word in a while, I should sent another courier down to see if he's alright. So Katuik overtook the calming feel of the evening relaxation and moved to one of his Orca-Riders. "I want you to go to the Southern tip of Howling Fjord by the Southern Sea, receive any word possible from Paeo and return. Quickly. If you don't come back... I will have to call the armies of Unu'pe and Moa'ki." Maybe that's why the Vyrkul have taken so long to stage an attack...he thought. They've been plotting. He thought of Morec, the Undead Death Knight with his gargantuan blade and mocking demeanor. His fist clenched, and suddenly he knew naught of why he was telling the courier of this.

"Go!" said Katuik, watching the tuskar look around awkwardly before gripping at the reins of his Orca and dissapearing in the distance, his fellow trainees pointing at him and laughing.

"I always knew he couldn't take anymore of my beatings!" one of them yelled haughtily. Katuik bristled and went to Wak'luk who was jabbing his spear at nothing.

"No no no. You're doing it all wrong. Like this." Katuik said, taking out Icepoint and planting his left foot behind him, stabbing at the air swiftly with his shoulders down, his eyes with a blazing focus.

"Your spear is cooler than mine." said Wak'luk, taking out his iron-tipped spear and looking at it sadly, as if he had completely ignored Katuik's teachings. Katuik looked at him with a newfound determination to morph him into a Warrior. He's pitiful... thought Katuik, looking into the skies. The ravens were gone, so perhaps that was a good sign, or maybe it wasn't. Katuik thought of Paeo again.

Post by Behelich

Character: Knights of the Shard, Crane's Coterie
Location: Azjol'Nerub

((Time-skipping on Alaric, and assuming Dustwell is gone))

"Come on Jafar, wake up," Francis Valois said impatiently, tapping crisscrossed ankh and scourge - regalia of the spider lords of old - and sending weak mental impulses in it.

"Who's more lazy, he refusing to wake from his slumber, or you not even bothering to pronounce his name correctly?" muttered Fárbauti Laufson - or, at least, attempted to. When a vrykul that is quite large even by his kin standards tries to mutter, it usually comes out louder than expected.

"Point - missing it. Oh well," Valois rolled his eyes, then snarled, in a voice completely altered, "Jauf-Ra, I bid you come forth!"

The ankh and the scourge glowed up with sickly purple light that outstretched forward, coalescing slowly into a form of a nerubian vizier.

"I am here, as summoned," the ghostly arachnid deadpanned, bowing deeply.

"Right, took you long enough. We need the quickest passage into the lowest reaches of the Kingdom," Francis scowled, skipping straight to business. He thought about it and added, "Quickest in terms of pure walking, not counting the time we may spend cleaning up if we run into your kin or some adventurers."

Jauf-Ra bowed again, "But of course," looking around to determine his position before slowly turning and beginning to walk - technically, to float, not that it mattered - down the tunnel. Seven figures wrapped in dark green cloaks and one hunched manservant followed him.

"Well... That was weird," muttered Cantelli, kicking Dustwell's remains.

"Just be thankful for a weak. Enemy instead of some otherworldly. Horror," Cassidy intoned.

"Pretty sure there's aplenty of them down below. Not that I mind," Morgan drawled, confidently walking forward.

Post by Atik

Vivias Blindhawk, Susan Hopewell
Azjol'Nerub

"Otherworldly would imply they're from space." Susan chimed in. "Everything down here is native to Azeroth, far as I know." She shrugged.

"Except, you know, undeath." Vivias corrected, Susan shrugging again.

Post by Morec0

Character: Lord Morec - House of Rivendare, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Blood Port, Southern Howling Fjord

"Hmmm," Morec hummed. "Nope, dosn't ring any bells." He looked at the vrykul and chuckled. "Better lighten up, my good chum, or else our people's alliance might end with someone dead." He turned and motioned for them to follow. "Please, follow me. I'll introduce you to our humble little abode." He started to walk down a steep and narrow path that headed down the cliffface, his people following - including a disgruntled Siffly.

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Saravet Runerunner, Tyrin
Location: Howling Fjord

"Do not dishonour us," Saravet hissed to Tyrin as she moved to follow. Tyrin growled in complaint but did nothing else, and simply followed along with the six other Vykrul.

Character: Drakkus Danovich
Location: Howling Fjord

After interrogating some guards for information Drakkus managed to discover where Sataira had gone, and had followed suit. Though, not immediately.

"Blasted stairs, why do we have so many stairs? Stairs suck so damn much, why can't we just have elevators or teleporters everywhere like all the other scourge hold. Damned stairs. So many freaking steps. Do they have to be so damn big too? If we ever renovate this place I'm eliminating all stairs," Drakkus grumbled as he climbed the gigantic steps of the inside of the base. The ascendant still following him gave a reverberating chuckle as he watched the skeleton struggle. Drakkus shot the ascendant a glare which the Vykrul simply shrugged off.

At length they finally arrived at the top. Extending a bony finger, Drakkus knocked on the door of the balcony he had heard Sataira was using.

"My lady? May I speak with you?"

Post by Atik

Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord

Sataira leaned on the railing still, eyes staring out at the landscape of the Fjord. She blinked at the knock, how long had she been up here?

Standing upright, she turned to the door. "Of course, Drakkus."

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Drakkus Danovich
Location: Howling Fjord

Drakkus gave a nod to the Vykrul, who heaved the massive door open for him. Both men stepped through, pausing several feet from the death knight.

The undead looked at Sataira curiously, did she look alright? What was she doing out here? "My lady? Are you well?" he asked in concern.

Post by Atik

Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord

"I'm..." Sataira paused. "I'm fine." She nodded finally.

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Drakkus Danovich
Location: Howling Fjord

Drakkus looked at the death knight for a long moment before nodding. "Very well, my lady. I have merely come to inform you that I have instructed some probing assaults against the Tuskarr by our, and our new allies, forces. They should be beginning shortly, and also that the forces I recalled from Gjalerbron are on route to join them."

Post by Atik

Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord

Sataira nodded. "Good."

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Drakkus Danovich
Location: Howling Fjord

"And, also, that I will be departing for Drak'Tharon keep for a short time," he informed her.

Post by Morec0

Character: Lord Morec - House of Rivendare, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Blood Port, Southern Howling Fjord

"I appologize," Morec said. "Just aleviating the tension set up by my idiotic underling," he glared at Siffly, who shrank back further. "Now, were there any matters which your mistress wished you have to relay to me once you arrived here?"

Post by Atik

Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord

Sataira stood for a moment, staring at Drakkus curiously before nodded. "Very well then." She stated, glancing back over the raailing and staring at the Fjord. She looked back, stepping back inside.

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Drakkus Danovich
Location: Howling Fjord

Drakkus watched her depart carefully, his burning eyes boring holes into her until she disappeared. He turned to the ascendant at his side. "Keep an eye on her until I return. Report anything out of place."

"A simple task," the Ymirjar answered smugly as he turned about and followed the Death Knight in a flurry of chilling air. Drakkus watched them go for a moment before turning about and descending towards the rookery to find himself a mount.

Character: Saravet Runerunner, Tyrin
Location: Howling Fjord

"Matters? Oh, yes, of course. I was told..." Saravet trailed off for a moment. Pulling out a piece of parchment she quickly skimmed the contents. "Yes! I was instructed to inform you that aid from your forces was expected in soon attacking the Tuskarr, and to begin moving into position around the settlement." She nodded firmly.

The War of Crowns (Open RP)

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