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Aftermath; Restoring the World (Open RP)
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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Morec, House of Rivendare
/
Amanda the Shadowheart
Location: Stratholme / Eastern Hillsbrad Foothills
Amanda could not frown, but if she could she would have fought the urge to do so. She respected Urdish's opinion of course, he was entitled to it both as a Forsaken and her brother is Shadows, but she would not agree with his reasoning. "I understand, Brother," she said in short reply.
"Hey, maybe that's not a bad idea."
"This can only end in tears and sanity slippage."
"What's that?"
"Nothing, just make your bad joke regarding the three peopley you just met."
Morec blinked at the robed Forsaken, put his hand on his chin, thought for a few seconds, then spoke up. "If I were to kill one of you," he asked, "would it render the remaining two unable to create anything more than a sentence fragment?"
Post by
Behelich
Character
:
Lucas Venomheart
Location
: Stratholme
Lucas bowed his head curtly in thought. Although Urdish's words rang true, the elderly forsaken was not the one to take deception lightly, no matter the reasons behind it. He knew now he would never be able to rely on Clarence to watch his back - and most certainly was not going to look after the Light-wielder when the confrontation came.
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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Morec, House of Rivendare
/
Amanda the Shadowheart
Location: Stratholme / Eastern Hillsbrad Foothills
Amanda frowned and continued to ride, but made no effort to catch up with Urdish.
"Well, that just seems confusing as hell," Morec shrugged. "But whatever. Here's basicly what he's looking for." He held up his runesword. "The question is, can you get the full patterns here onto his gloves or will you have to substitute them for something simpler and shorter?" He pulled out a book with a skull engraved on the front cover. "That's where this could come in."
Post by
R1TeR
Name: Winston Wolf
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
Location: Ashenvale
Age: 29
Descripton: Wolf is a wanderer, never staying in one place longer then a couple days. Since a young age he has been living off the land becoming very skilled in surviving in the wild. He keeps his face clean shaven along with his hair, he wears light leather armor as he likes to keep light on his feet. Over the years Wolf has honed his skills with a sword and shield becoming very proficient with them.
Winston was cooking some fish he had caught from the nearby river. "Hope the smell doesn't attract some hungry visitors." Wolf thought keep his hand ready on the pommel of his sword.
Post by
Atik
Phillip
Darrowshire
Phillip looked into his closet, the same robe; over and over and over again.
He remembered one of his fathers more humorous words of wisdom about
'packing spare underwear'
that he had always taken to heart.
Oathkeeper
hummed lightly.
Post by
R1TeR
Winston Wolf
Ashenvale
Winston was careful as he ate his fish trying not to get the small fishbones stuck in his throat. As he ate he was thinking where he should head next.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka
Location: Durotar
Gurka kicked the warlock apprentice at her feet hard in the ribs, impatience clearly visible on her face.
"Who do you work for?" she demanded, fire spouting from her fists as her temper flared.
"I'll never tell you," the orc growled, despite the pain he was in. "This world will burn!"
Gurka's angry frown contrasted sharply against the grinning scars that marked her face.
"Useless," she spat, kicking the warlock again and moving deeper into the cave.
Character: Taelani
Location: Stratholme
Taelani sat in peace, praying silently. Due to their circumstances running for their lives, she been forced to neglect her spiritual life, and her emotional state had suffered as a result.
Now that she didn't have to fear being captured and shipped back to the trolls, she could reconnect with the Goddess, even in this morbid place.
Character: Themra, Nazevere
Location: Booty Bay
Themra wasn't listening to the chat the emons were having. Rather, she sat impatiently, watching out the porthole as the ship pulled into the bay. Rise was still here, being abused by
Jeck
.
Soon, she'd be using his skull as a soup bowl, and she could repay her debt to Rise. Then she could cut off that brand of shame and try to go back to her life.
Character: Snowmane
Location: Kalistra's Sanctum
Snowmane walked silently through the halls of the sanctum. She could barely remember life before this place. She felt her lip twitch slightly as she thought about her new life.
She couldn't deny that it was painful. Shameful. But she belonged to Mistress now, and she would be whatever Mistress wanted her to be. She had no choice in the matter. None could stand before Mistress, so there was no point in resisting.
Character:
Malice
Location: Darrowshire
Description:
Malice stood silently, looking over the dead land. Something was calling to her here.
This place was so full of hate.
Character: Ji'jiri
Location: Shatterspear Village
Ji'jiri stepped back into the "prisoner tent." It wasn't really much of a prison at this point; it had been furnished with elvish furniture and a Crescent of Elune had been hung up from one of the tentpoles.
"Greetings, Kukyla," he nodded as he entered. "I hope you're doing well today."
He had been working to solidify the terms of her release. He wished he could just release her now, but after everything that had happened, he worried that simply releasing her after her attempted murder of the child would cause further political unrest. He'd barely been able to deal with Sem'po's rebellion. He couldn't risk another one so soon after the last.
Post by
Atik
Phillip
Darrowshire
Books floated, pages turning. Phillip read them, floating behind the practice dummies as he ran, slicing them down. The wooden targets exploded as he sliced into them, all the while reading the floating books about shadow magics.
He had made a promise, an oath. He would not fail, he couldn't fail.
Nothing would stand in his way.
Post by
Skreeran
Character:
Malice
Location: Darrowshire
Malice's leery glance shifted slightly as she noticed Phillip training.
"Greetings, sir," she started, stepping off towards him, a broad grin on her face. "Unusual to see another living soul out here in this dead place."
Post by
Adamsm
Kalistra Sunstorm
Kalistra's Sanctum
Kali lounged on her throne, observing the rest of the world. She was pleased with what she had worked in regards to Snowmane; the Worgen was her's; body, mind and soul. The Undead elf grinned as she accepted a goblet from one of her servants and took a long drink. "
Ah, fresh virgin, so delicious.
" She sighed, as she waited for Snowmane to arrive for their afternoon session.
Post by
Atik
Phillip
Darrowshire
Phillip nodded, sheathing his alien sword. "Greetings." He said. "I dare say, I wan't expecting to see another living out here myself." He admitted, the books shutting and floating back to their pile.
"What brings you all the way out here?" He asked.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane
Location: Kalistra's Sanctum
"Hello, Mistess," Snowmane greeted as she entered Kalistra's chamber, bowing as she came in. Mistess was a goddess, great and terrible, and she had learned to give her the respect she deserved. "What do you wish of me today?"
Character:
Malice
Location: Darrowshire
"I am uncertain of that myself," Malice replied, still grinned. "This place called to me, and I answered. Why are
you
here?"
Post by
Atik
Phillip
Darrowshire
"I live here." Phillip stated. "Name is Phillip Iceheart."
Post by
Adamsm
Kalistra Sunstorm
Kalistra's Sanctum
"
Ah such respect from my darling student.
" Kali said, standing and moving over to the Worgen. She placed one hand on the woman's forehead and let a spark of pain arc to her. "
You've done well in your studies; learned to kill slowly and agonizingly, to kill quickly, and how to drain the body of it's powers.
" She murmured and motioned to the shadows of the throne room.
"
Now, for the mind.
" She said as a small worgen child was dragged out to the light by shadowy chains. "
Break the girl's mind Snowmane; do it correctly and I will reward you well...do it wrong, and you'll feel pain's embrace.
" She told the Worgen woman as she moved back to her throne to watch.
Post by
Behelich
Character
:
Lucas Venomheart
Location
: Stratholme
"
And I will watch over you,
" Lucas nodded simply, finding comfort in Urdish's presence alongside.
Character
:
Ga'Crane
Location
: Durotar
Before Gurka had a chance to pounce on yet another cultist, the demon wing amulet on her began to throb softly, glowing with dim violet light. Several moments later, a dark door ripped the time space continuum and out stepped Ga'Crane.
The troll had changed a lot since they had met last time, growing noticeably thinner - frailer, even - but at the same time becoming considerably wider in shoulders and developing formidable wiry musculature. Through his thin white shirt scars that covered him now neck to toe could be seen easily, as well as the complex runic brand made out of elementium and burnt into his stomach.
"Should've knocked, Ah guess," he said quietly, his voice deep and with new reverberations. He turned his eyes, purple flames smoldering inside them, to Gurka and smiled, for the first time in weeks if not months.
"Ah missed joo."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane
Location: Kalistra's Sanctum
"Yes, Mistress," Snowmane replied. She had winced after the pain spike, but she'd come to expect it.
She turned to the child, drawing a viciously sharpened dagger. "Hello, little one," she spoke slowly. "Mistress wants you suffer, and so you will," she stated matter-of-factly. "I think I'll start with the eyes, first, Mistress. The deprivation her sight will make her pain that much more intense. I will lock her inside her mind with the pain."
And so she set to work.
Character:
Malice
Location: Darrowshire
"You can call me M-Malice," Malice replied, her grin never breaking. "I am a wanderer, of sorts."
Post by
Atik
Phillip
Darrowshire
"Mamalice?" Phillip asked in a joking tone, although he had a hard time putting a happy face on over the serious stare he had worn for weeks, if not months now. "Interesting..." He nodded.
"Would you like some tea? I just set it to brew before I came out here..."
Post by
Skreeran
Character:
Malice
Location: Darrowshire
"Tea..." Malice murmured. "Yes. That sounds good," she smiled, pausing for a moment. "Who is it you plan to kill?"
Post by
Atik
Phillip
Darrowshire
Phillip opened up his door, stepping inside and holding it for Malice. "Is it that obvious?" He asked.
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