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Dralas
(( OOC - Kinda hard for any of the Alliance to figure that out since you've already tried to have the negotiaters killed on their first meeting ))
Character: Jonathan Bolvan
Location: Alliance Camp
- "This meeting is ajourned until further notice from all parties in this matter" Jonathan said, the leaders getting up and leaving.
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Post by
R1TeR
Warlord Wrex
Alliance base
Wrex was the last to leave the room as he went passed the human that he had fought before Wrex bumped shoulders with him
"We will meet again soon human" Wrex whispered to the human officer
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Dralas
Character: Jonathan Bolvan
Location: Alliance Camp
- Jonathan cringed at the smell of the undead, not liking how close he had gotten. He did want some sort of peace, but he was rather bias against forsaken somewhat due to just the fact they were undead, something that made him sick to his stomach.
Another Horde bumped into him, whispering something to him before he had left.
"What is this? Since when did the Horde know who I am?"
Jonathan wondered, walking out of the tent.
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R1TeR
((ooc remember we fought a while back))
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389776
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Adamsm
Character:
Telnar Martin
Location:
Alliance Camp
As the Horde members left, The magus summoned each of the amulets to him, as he didn't trust the Forsaken as far as he could throw them in returning the spelled items. He counted 5 times and smiled with relief as he had 200. He took them and placed them back into the chest, then sent the chest off to his special holding area, then went to find Syliva to ask for an audience with Stormrage and Whisperwind.
((occ - and he summoned all the amulets back to him, no horde just "accidently kept one"))
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389776
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Dralas
Character: Jonathan Bolvan
Location: Alliance Camp
- Jonathan shook his head, walking off towards the shields around the Alliance base camp. He stood at the edge, watching through the glowing shield and staring at the sky, wondering what curse had been put on this planet to cause so much agony.
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Adamsm
((ooc - no, Telnar is human, but seeing as my last post had me going to find Malfurion and Tyrande..........))
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Adamsm
((ooc - bout to fight Razorscale, will after though man.))
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Skreeran
Character: Nakresh
Location: Durotar
Nakresh smiled as several large ships docked off the coast of Orgrimmar, knowing that they carried thousands of his Kor'kron brothers and sisters. Thrall was still speaking with the spirits in Grommash Hold, but Saurfang stood nearby waiting for the troops. Themra had asked to watch as the soldiers came home, and Nakresh couldn't say no. He was proud of his people, especially his brothers in the Kor'kron.
Finally, hundreds of soldiers began coming to shore in droves.
"Ha! I thought I smelled you, Nakresh!" A voice called out from the crowd. A large orc, just slightly taller than Nakresh emerged from the group, removing his horned helmet to reveal a head of thick purple-ish hare and an equally thick beard extended from his chin, looking rather unkempt.
"Throm-ka, Grakurg!" Nakresh called out, his smile beaming as he beat his chest in salute. "It is good to see you again."
"And you as well, Ogrefist," Grakurg laughed, still remembering Nakresh attempts to fight off a Gronn with his bare hands back in Gruul's Lair. "And is that Themra? She's shot up like a weed." He smiled, and kneeled down to rub her head, much to Themra' embarrassment. She turned away shyly. Suddenly Grakurg noticed the scar on her neck, and his smile faded.
"I don't remember that being--" He began, before Nakresh put his finger to his lips before immediately pulling him aside for a moment.
"Don't speak of it. She doesn't know yet," He whispered.
"
I
don't know yet!" Grakurg whispered loudly in reply. "What are you talking about?"
"Her throat was cut... as was Grekka's," Nakresh answered sadly, bowing his head.
"And she survived?" Grakurg answered confusedly. Nakresh shook his head, only adding to his confusion. "What the hell do you mean?" He finally asked.
"She was killed by the Alliance, despite being civilians. I buried them both myself. The only reason she lives now is due to the interference of a blood elf," Nakresh answered.
"What? That doesn't sound natural. You don't want to anger the spirits," Grakurg whispered suspiciously.
Nakresh grit his teeth. "I'd suffer the wrath of the spirits a thousand times if it means my daughter lives. She deserves life," He answered.
Grakurg nodded sadly. "That's dangerous thinking," He paused. "I am happy for you, and for her, but be careful, friend," He finished, turning back to Themra. "Good to see you again, little one. It seems just yesterday that you were just a baby in your daddy's arms. Now you're almost ready to get your first axe," He smiled.
Themra giggled shyly. "Good to see you too, Mister Grakurg," She smiled.
Post by
Adamsm
Character:
Telnar Martin
Location:
Night Elf Camp, Alliance Base Camp, Durotar
Martin had been speaking with the Night Elf leaders, talking about the addition of more troops to the Durotar watch post, when a crazy sword weilding idiot appeared. "You! You traitorous swine!" Dillon cried, preparing to attack. "Your still free?" Martin asked, reacting and freezing him to the ground. "Archdruid, if you wouldn't mind? I don't want to hurt him, and he still needs to stand trial for what he did." Martin said, looking over at Malfurion who nodded.
The Druid stepped forward and pointed at the struggling human, roots exploding upwards out of the turf and encirling him completely, leaving only his face exposed. The human began to jibber madly at them, and Malfurion sighed, and said something, there was the sound of massive footfalls, and one of the ancients that had come with the Night Elves reached down and lifted the human upwards, his body captured between both massive hands. Martin sighed and turned to move off, the Ancient following him. "Let's take the idiot before King Varian and the others, let them decide his fate for killing the civilians." Martin muttered and the massive tree creature followed behind.
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HiVolt
((wow, one computer problem and I miss the entire summit, gah))
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