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Aftermath; Restoring the World (Open RP)
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Post by
Adamsm
Thomas Rictor
Ebony Gang Ship, Open Sea
Thomas yawned as he stretched out and stared up at the sky, waiting for this ship to get to wherever it was going so he could talk to this boss of theirs.
Post by
Monday
Characters
:
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Location
: Stormwind
The wall was equally strong at all points, but the whole wasn't as powerful as it could be. Any weak or physical attempts to break it would merely come out the other side, but enough raw power could circumvent the portal shield.
"Shadow," Flamehowl spat, not looking backwards. "Ga, hurry. We have company."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Charles Garold Rutherford, Cyrus
Location
: Stormwind
"Hello, furrypantth. Mind if I borrow that woman your glowing friend ith thtrangling?" Cyrus waved at Flamehowl cheerfully, grinning ear to ear, revealing his yellow shark-like teeth.
"Altho, if I were you I'd thart looking for an eckthtinguisher and some fertilither," he added, knelling to touch the ground and raise his eyebrows amusedly.
Post by
Monday
Characters
:
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Location
: Stormwind
"You're going to have to ask him," Flamehowl said with a shrug. "Can't let you in, though."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Charles Garold Rutherford, Cyrus
Location
: Stormwind
"Why?" Cyrus raised his eyebrows, "It'th not like I have anything bad for you three, only for her."
Post by
Monday
Characters
:
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Location
: Stormwind
".."
Flamehowl considered for a moment, then shrugged. "Fine, go ahead." Part of the portal shield split open.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Charles Garold Rutherford, Cyrus
Location
: Stormwind
"Much obliged," Cyrus grinned, bowing before entering. He drew in a lungful of air and let out a soft laughter, "Eckthquithite."
He tapped Rutherford on the shoulder. The latter did not respond, Malice still in his grasp.
Post by
Monday
Characters
:
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Location
: Stormwind
"Ga, we have a visitor," Flamehowl called, sealing the shield again.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice, Gurka
Location: Stormwind
Malice had not yet regained consciousness, and the last of the black fluid dripped from her toe and into the pool on the ground. Gurka was still unconscious as well, but didn't seem to be in any more distreaa.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Charles Garold Rutherford, Cyrus
Location
: Stormwind
"Hello?.." Cyrus snapped his fingers in front of Rutherford's face, contorted by a grimace of rage, to no avail.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Missing Person's poster
Location: Stormwind
A missing person's posting inquiering about two missing scribes was blown around the feet of the group by the wind before it got stuck against the wall of a nearby building.
Post by
Monday
Characters
:
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Location
: Stormwind
"He seems to be rather focused," Flamehowl deadpanned.
((Also, Ald, Y U STEAL MY AVATAR!?))
Post by
Skreeran
((On roving guard here at Camp Bullis... Blech...))
Character: Malice, Gurka
Location: Stormwind
Malice's eyes flickered open, and she was slightly surprised to find that she couldn't breathe. She grinned umhappily and hurled a felbolt towards Rutherford's face, hoping to encourage him to loosen his grip on her neck.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Charles Garold Rutherford, Cyrus
Location
: Stormwind
Rutherford recoiled in surprise, weakening his grasp for just a split second - more than enough for the felblood to cast a spell that hurtled the two of them - Nagorm's apprentice and his foe - away from each other and slammed them into the walls of the dome.
"You're going with me, theckthy," Cyrus informed Malice phlegmatically, grabbing her unceremoniously and trying to open a portal.
He would have failed, thanks to the countermeasures set up by Flamehowl, if not for Rutherford, who in his blind rage let out a roar of defiance that destabilized their surroundings just long enough for the felblood and his loot to slither through a ten-inch wide crack in the fabric of time-space continuum.
Post by
Monday
Characters
:
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Location
: Stormwind
"Fel," grumbled Flamehowl, slamming a lockdown on the portal, hopefully fast enough to stop them from leaving.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice, Gurka
Location: Stormwind
Malice blinked for a moment, having not expectes this unwelcome abduction. "Just what do you think you are doing?" she demandes as they passed between the planes.
Gurka blinked. She was still lyin g in a pool of blood that was starting to blend with the pool of black stuff that Malice had excreted. Gurka wasn't quite sure what had happened, but her head was pounding and she felt awfully dizzy.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Charles Garold Rutherford, Cyrus
Location
: Stormwind
"Preparing to impregnate you, of courthe. You wanna do thith the eathy way or the hard way?" the felblood asked casually, then hissed in pain when the lockdown tore away his left arm.
The said arm landed on the ground with a dull thud and exploded violently, showering the trio of friends with burning, fel-stained blood of the warlock. Ga'Crane - whose guise had been completely washed away by now - screamed in pain, raising his arm reflectively to shield his eyes.
"Well, I wath going to graft thome augmentth on in any cathe..." Cyrus muttered, lowering Malice to pause and catch his breath, and to cauterize the wound.
They were standing in a vast chamber that had evidently been occupied by forest trolls before being desecrated. Now profanities in Eredun and Thalassian covered the walls, written in trolls' very blood.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice, Gurka
Location: ?, Stormwind
Malice blinked and then fell backwards, laughing hysterically. It was the funniest thing she'd heard all day, which, on a day like today, was saying something.
Gurka shook her head, barely feeling the burn of the blood. She guessed it was because of how woozy she was. She lay down again, knowing there wasn't much she could safely do.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
Cyrus coiled his overgrown tongue and let out a sharp whistle. Almost immediately half a dozen gan'args scurried out, followed by a gaunt human with traces of fel addiction on his face, as well as numerous cybernetic augments - including a long tail ending with a claw.
"Welcome back, lord. Require you medical attention?" the human bowed deeply.
"Prepare arm prosthetic model R3, Mk VII," Cyrus replied, "And collar her."
"Of course."
The gan'args hurried away while the man reached into the depths of his baggy robes, adorned by demonic runes, and took out a collar. He reached down to lock it on Malice's neck.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
"I don't quite think you understand who--and what--I am," Malice hissed, swatting away the collar. "I am not a beast to be chained," she smirked, fel magic dripping from her fingers.
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