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Beitrag von
Nythias
it was a cool spring evening as a Worgen went out of patrol nearby the Stonehearth Bunker as she watched the horde at Iceblood Tower she noticed that none of them were there "Where are there watchmen?" She asked "Nythias behind you someone yelled" but all she saw was a Elven Archer with an arrow in his skull in the snow, and as she went to inspect the corpse she was grabbed by a large Tauren and her mouth was clamped shut as she was taken to the Fostwolf village.
Soon news reached the alliance front about a Rogue scouts kidnaping and a plan to rescue her was quickly conceived "Let's just hope she can keep her mouth shut"
Meanwhile within the Frostwolf village Nythias had been thrown into a cage and left to starve for a few day as the alliance prepared for their next assault the Orcs at the village prepared defences and beat the poor Worgen they had locked up for information.
Soon enough the Alliance and Horde would clash again.
((I know the opening is short but its the best I can do for now, I'm new to this after all))
((oh and this is just the Alterac Valley battleground from mists - with the vanilla quests, mobs and super long battles))
Beitrag von
oneforthemoney
((Well, maybe start with a little background information as to the RP itself. What expansion, the overall idea of what this RP is to be about, things that will give people a departure point from which their characters might take flight. Set the stage as it were.))
Beitrag von
Nythias
((kk I will make an edit thank you for the feedback))
Beitrag von
oneforthemoney
Characters:
Hallus Snowdrift, Dirk Fallden
Location:
Icewing Pass
Icy winds gusted down the narrow defile between the snow capped hills all around. The human floundered in the snow, his grey and white winter coat clutched closely while snow crunched beneath his feet like breaking bones. Tufts of warm air escaped his lips periodically. He felt acutely aware of the armour and charms underneath his cloak, padded with furs that seemed helpless to stave away the cutting chill. Clear skies blue as ice could be seen overhead. The sun, teasing in its warmth, hid around the edge of a hill save a blade of fire that threw long shadows across the snow.
Dirk cursed as the wind tossed some more of that very same snow into his face. Brushing it from his frost clung, short shorn brown beard he abruptly stumbled over something in the snow. Turning about, he was surprised to behold a large avian leg, its three toed talon hanging slightly in the air as if in final salute, the rest having been covered in fresh fallen snow.
Straightening Dirk let loose a hollow laugh. "I know you're out there!" he called to the wind. "Hallus Snowdrift! You're needed back at camp!"
It was barely perceptible. Had it not been so near and he not listening so hard, likely he would have missed it. The whispering creak of a tightening bow string.
Arms raised, turning around slowly, Dirk beheld an irregularity amongst the landscape. Even standing in the open and half a dozen feet away it was difficult to see her, the Kaldorei so enwrapped in white furs and cloth she seemed more a part of the white background than the snow itself. Even her weapons, a pair of axes whose steel had been tinted dark to prevent a gleam betraying her presence. A fur lined hood covered her head with a piece of cloth wrapped entirely about her features, leaving only a pair of eyes of a most remarkable shade to be seen. Red, two pupiless orbs bathed in the colour of blood. They glared down the length of an arrow aimed at Dirk's heart.
Holding his hands high, the human nodded towards her. "Hallus Snowdrift. It's good to see you," he said amicably, trying to dispel the silent menace pervading the air and perhaps put the winter ranger more at ease.
The arrow did not waver an inch.
"I have been watching you blunder about for an hour." Her eyes narrowed a fraction. "The snow dislikes you," she said in a voice like a blade being drawn from a sheathe of silk.
"...Okay then."
"Why?" she demanded in the same chilling notes.
"I'm sorry. Me and the snow are not exactly on speaking terms."
The kaldorei showed no amusement to the candid reply. Dirk coughed. "Hrm...Well, miss Snowdrift, I am here to inform you that the Alliance requests your presence back at camp. It seems that a ah...some scout has been captured. A rescue operation is going to be attempted." He paused for effect, and when he realized there was none continued in a slightly more plaintive voice. "They sent me all the way out here to fetch you. I would...really rather not of."
The whisper of frozen wind reigned. After a long moment the bow was lowered, though the arrow remained cocked. "...I will return to camp."
"Oh!" Dirk replied brightly. "Well then I'll just-"
A gust of snow passed by, and the night elf was gone.
"...Go back on my own, then."
With a heavy sigh the human started to trudge back towards Dun Baldar. Numerous epitaphs were heaped upon the night elve's head, all silent of course, for one never knew. One never knew...
Beitrag von
Nythias
Character: Shatterhoof
Location: Icewing pass
As the Tauren watched the human leave she equipted a paralyptic poison to an arrow and aimed for the man but was too late at firing "Drat!" then went to leave herself "I should get back to the village."
Beitrag von
oneforthemoney
Characters:
Hallus Snowdrift, Dirk Fallden
Location:
Icewing Pass/Dun Baldar
Through the pass and back up the hill took nearly a half dozen hours of grumbling trudging, but eventually he crested the final hill and stood at the bridge leading into Dun Baldar. Hardly aesthetically pleasing, the domed stone buildings of the dwarves were primarily functional and sturdy, looking like large hills as they shouldered against the mountains; their snow capped tops blending with the pale stone of their construction almost seamlessly. The fort nestled in its corner, homely and inviting to the wearied journeyer. Still puffing, but now with eager expectation, Dirk took a moment to pause and make himself presentable. Smoothing out his grey and white coat, brushing free clinging pieces of snow, and finally adjusting his fur helm, he marched across the wooden bridge, his footsteps echoing into the pass below, then climbing the sheer cliff to reach his ears.
Reaching the other side he clambered past the checkpoint and paused amongst the streets, wondering where he might find the ranger now that he was back. He swallowed the scream but failed to conceal his start when he suddenly found the white figure of the night elf beside him.
"Ahaha! Ha...There you are. Good to
see
you," he said with some stress, seeing if the night elf would take the hint.
Scarlet eyes glanced to the human, the faintest puff of breath discerned through the fabric about Hallus's mouth. "Where am I summoned," she asked pointedly.
Dirk looked about. With a relieved gesture he indicated the North Bunker resting up a slight hill. Without a word of thanks the Kaldorei glided towards the squat structure of stone, Dirk easily outpacing her at the warm glow of a welcoming hearth discernible through the door.
Characters:
Firn Winterscorn
Location:
Frostwolf Camp
From the hill above, Frostwolf village was not terribly impressive. A crude wooden picket fence surrounded the camp. Beyond it sprawled the rest of the territory belonging to the clan, Thrall's own. Tall wooden structures sprouted about the rolling hills like weeds, the brown of heavy lumber and red of thatched roofs just visible beneath new fallen snow like drops of blood. Cruder, more temporary abodes of nomads had been formed from dried hides and bones, scattered here and there in the foothills. However, as one followed the roll of the mountains, the strength of the clan and it's will not to be displaced manifested in the form of stone walls, towers, and the Frostwolf Keep, a massive structure of irregular stone fused together into a looming edifice, looking down upon the town below.
Firn eyed that structure. A pelt once belonging to a polar bear hung across the orc's broad shoulders, the creature's head resting atop his own with savage fangs bared, the orc's own tusks far below more jovial with that joy only those long separated from their fellows can manifest. He leaned upon his barbed harpoon, green arms corded with muscles and scars straining the padded cloth he wore over them.
"Home again," the orc rumbled fondly, his face a patchwork of scar tissue attesting to a life of meeting war in the front and staring it down. Sure footed as a mountain goat, he skidded down the treacherous path of snow and ice towards the gate of the village.
Beitrag von
Nythias
Character: Shatterhoof
Location: Frostwolf Village
As Shatterhoof returned the Tauren looked to her left to see an arrow fly towards her followed by three Kaldorei who attacked her and tied her up as she cried in perfect common "Let me go!" before continuing in Taur-ahe "Why didn't i see this coming, i should have stayed in Mulgore"
Beitrag von
oneforthemoney
Characters:
Hallus Snowdrift, Dirk Fallden
Location:
Icewing Pass
Inside the bunker was a home made by those who had almost forgotten what such a word meant. Tables, chairs and rugs had been spread about all over the floor like a crude rendition of a tavern though with less serving women and far more ale. What furniture there may have been proved startlingly inadequate, resulting in a wide variety of chairs and tables either crudely constructed or likely 'liberated' from somewhere else. Paintings of verdant fields of golden wheat and green forests hung here and there on the walls, as if in defiance of the weather whcih raged outside. Such defiance was further held in bawdy songs and a general congenial air whcih seemed to radiate out form the fire in the hearth, the blaze crackling in merry invitation, and the further one traveled from the warmth the more subdued the crowd became.
All sorts from all nations of the Alliance mooned about the bunker. Men, women, the barrier of gender was lost when one wears as much winter clothing as those inside, though some appeared more than willing to remember and shed such attire, as more than a few were arm in arm. Others played cards, some chatted or even sang, and most hovered near the fire with a variety of drinking vessels on hand, warming themselves and listening to the succulent hiss of grease dripping from the spitted ram's meat.
It was to this last group that Dirk hastened to on entering, tugging his mitts off with his teeth and shoving the frigid flesh before the welcome flames.
Hallus did not follow at once. Resembling some frozen banshee she stood in the door, her scarlet eyes absorbing the details of the room. With a silent tread she moved through the company, followed by more than a few's notice, and approached the fire.
"Where." She put the question to Dirk with all the chill from the wind outside.
"Relax," the human drawled, turning his hands over before the fire. "Ooo, ooo, that's good. They'll call us when they need us. They'll know where to find us."
A dissatisfied glare met Dirk's back. Without another word Hallus turned her back on the human and stalked over to an empty table underneath the stairs leading up. Taking a seat, she leaned into the shadows, her red eyes gleaming within the white of her clothes, and settled in to wait.
Characters:
Firn Winterscorn
Location:
Frostwolf Camp
A flame guttered near the stockade of the gate, melted through the snow to reveal the hard ground beneath. Several horde guards huddled about it, their back to the wind and snow forming small hills off their cloaks. But they were Horde, and so when Firn drew near more than a few had stood.
Just as quickly as they saw him they recognized him and, with a good natured laugh a thick bull of a tauren with a broken horn waved his fellows back down and approached the orc.
"Firn Winterscorn!" the tauren bellowed. "Welcome back. Good hunting?"
"Always," the orc laughed back. A broad furred hand clasped green forearm and was in turn grabbed as the two warriors shook in welcome.
"Earth Mother take you, orc. There must be Taunka in your blood to brave those hills."
"Frostwolf alone, friend," the orc replied with hearty pride. "But it is good to cme back now and then. I miss the companionship and a good drink. Your ale never tasted finer!"
The guard appeared surprised. "Then you have not heard? We have recently captured an Alliance dog." A broad, flat toothed grin. "Literally. One of their mongrel scouts."
"No! I had no idea."
Nodding, the tauren looked towards the stockades as though to peer through and to the captive. "Just as well, perhaps. It may do no good. Well!" Clapping the orc on the arm the tauren nodded once more. "Earth Mother watch over you, friend. And good hunting!"
"And to you!" Firn cried, already marching through the gate and into town.
Beitrag von
Nythias
Character: Nythias
Location: Frostwolf Village
As the Worgen watched the Orc and Tauren talk she started to strugle to get lose growling in terribly bad Orcish "Lets me out!" it was clear she was picking the language up but she still didn't quite have the hang it yet "I'm hungriness"
She was glanced at by a guard as a result who smirked at her terrible talking replying "Learn to speak properly you mutt"
Beitrag von
morginar
Character
: Falionna Shaderunner
Location
: Frostwolf Village
"Or stop bothering and speak common." Said a dark ranger. Staring at the worgen with glowing red eyes that couln't care less if the captive was to be killed or spared. Or caring in general.
Still dressed in her black midriff exposing armor despite the disadvantage it gives in camoflage in the snowy desert. Her dark hood covering parts of her head though with holes for her sickly pale elven ears and a hole for the ghostly ponytail that runs at her back alongs side the cloak.
In her right hand a elven scimitat rest with a amethyst in the hilt and blade that glows in misty purple from a lifestealing enchant. And naturaly a identical blade rest on her back with a dark, elven longbow and a quiver of arrows.
Beitrag von
Nythias
Character: Nythias
Location: Frostwolf Village
"Whatsoever, I don't care whats you thinks you unread monster" The Worgen replied continuing to speak in bad Orcish before eyeing the lock of her cage and began to speak common "Maybe i can pick this lock" then looking at the dark ranger to see if she had understood her
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Character: Orcish Scout
Location: Frostwolf Village
"Our Archer Shatterhoof... has been captured... by the Alliance..." is all he managed to say through deep breaths, after catching his breath he continued "We spotted three Night Elves dragging her through the snow to the Dwarven fortress"
Beitrag von
morginar
Character
: Falionna Shaderunner
Location
: Frostwolf Village
"Not very wise to speak of breaking out in the tounge spoken by all... More or less." Falinna said with a voice unholy and lacking of emotions.
The dark ranger placed herself leaning against a wall and crossed her arms. A booted foot placed on the wall making her legs sort of looking like the number 4 from the side. The boots where long and reached over the dead elven knees. And from the waist down to the knees she wore a skirt of cloth and leathery armor. Her hands and forearms covered in gloves with leathery armor atatched to the cloth. Though it doesn't to cover two thirds of her fingers.
Beitrag von
Nythias
Character: Nythias
Location: Frostwolf Village
"Common spoken by all?" Nythias laughed "Barely any of you Horde loons speak the language for one and most other races cant speak it either, its almost an alliance only tongue" The Worgen continued speaking common "Besides if i were you i'd concentrate on the Orc their, if what i think he's saying is right we've captured one of you, now can i get something to eat?"
Beitrag von
morginar
Character
: Falionna Shaderunner
Location
: Frostwolf Village
"Common is called common becouse it's the common tounge. Belive it or not but all the horde races speak it. Even nerubians, gnolls and arakkoa speak it. There are races like murlocks that don't speak it but there are rumors of murlocks speaking common." Falionna informed, her eyes was narrowed by a milimeter, in her find she found the wolf arrogant and a fool.
"And how is it relevant that some horde got pathetic and got captured. And your hunger?" The dark ranger asked, her head tilted to the side. "Tell you what. Let's play a game. You get to eat once I eat. How does that sound?" The undead elven lady grined malevolently. Becouse the living dead have no need to feed.
Beitrag von
morginar
Character
: Falionna Shaderunner
Location
: Frostwolf Village
The dark ranger got hit by the snowball on her hood. "The good, cool type of bad?" She asked the farraki troll before placing the sword in her hand into it's scabard and then make and hurl a snowball back to the sand troll.
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Beitrag von
oneforthemoney
Characters:
Firn Winterscorn
Location:
Frostwolf Camp
Firn laughed genially at the snowball fight.
Beitrag von
Nythias
Character: Nythias
Location: Frostwolf Village
The Worgen gave the Dark Ranger an angry look at her comment about not being able to eat and groaned "I hate the horde" looking at the snowball fight she chuckled "Well maybe not all of it" before she returned to observing the lock on her cage.
Beitrag von
morginar
Character
: Falionna Shaderunner
Location
: Frostwolf Village
Falionna picked up another pile of snow and crafted a snowball. This orb of crystallised water was hurled at the sand troll.
The ranger made then a second snowball and throwed it at the laughting orc.
Beitrag von
Nythias
Character: Nythias
Location: Frostwolf Village
Nythias groaned as snow got in her eyes and started to pick the lock when she noticed no one was paying attention
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Character: Shatterhoof
Locatiob: Dun Baldar
"Let me go" The Tauren whined while being drag across the wooden bridge into the fortress
"I wasn't the one that captured your Scout" a Human glared at her from within a bunker as she continued "Please i don't want to be in this hell hole, just let me go"
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