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The Killing Games {Open RP}
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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Blaine Jeret
/ Private Ryan
Location: ? / Darnassus
Blaine hit the ground hard, the sickening crack of bone echoing through the room. He began to get up, looking down at his twisted left leg. The bone had been broken in just one place, but it had also splintered slightly. With a snarl he reached down and snapped it back into place, looking back up at the hobgoblin without so much as a whimper of pain.
All he saw was red as he lunged at the ogre-like creature again. This time he went to slash out Hurg's legs from underneath him.
Private Ryan cocked the trigger of his gun back, pressing the barrel to the elf's head a little harder. "Allow me to put this in words will understand," he said. "You. Go. Now."
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Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Talon, Giblin, Locke
Location:
Dalaran, Locke's Lair
Talon whimpered toward the elven man.
~
"Control," Locke choked calmly, "I still have it over you." Through a gasp of breath, Locke concentrated all of his energy towards infiltrating Nova's mind. His eyes glowed a emerald green, as his mind loomed in the mind of the worgen. He found it difficult to navigate the feral mind, but pressed on.
Giblin raised his shotgun, shaking madly. He aimed it at the worgen that presided over Locke.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander
Location
: Dalaran
"You'll stay here, elf."
A vine tore the cavern's floor and dragged Lahire to the nearest wall.
"It will let you go in ten to fifteen minutes. If you are so concerned by the wretch's well-being," Duskhide growled, "Then please, go ahead. Only we will not be here. Rhey, Ryan, Meyer! After me."
That said, the black worgen stepped through the portal. Meyer shot Rhey and Ryan a look, "I'll go the last to make sure it stays open."
Character
: Lisciel
Location
: Silvermoon
"Or maybe they're waiting for their most special guest, i.e. you, blondie?" Lisciel suggested, but then turned to Frosty.
"Hover around. Just in case."
The carpet wriggled and soared into the sky.
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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Blaine Jeret
/ Private Ryan
Location: ? / Darnassus
Blaine rolled away from the falling hobgoblin and then sunk his claws deep into the flesh of Hurg's left arm. He kicked off of the creature with his feet - his back claws cutting lighter scratches into his flesh - and landed on his feet. He snarled, looking over and seeing Whitefang still battling Locke, Giblin pointing his rifle straight at her. A growl echoed out from the back of his throat, he lept at the goblin.
Private Ryan uncocked his rifle, held it upright, and marched throught the portal.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander
Location
: Dalaran/Silithus
"This druid owes me," Meyer muttered, entering the portal and closing it behind him, thus cutting the vine.
Duskhide sniffed the air.
"I can feel it," he growled.
"Well then, we must be close. Let me summon my assistants, then," Wilhelm said, immediately beginning the summoning ritual. Soon enough, a sayaad and a mo'arg were standing near the party.
Gesvene the succubus
Gesvene' blueish white skin is richly covered by runic tattoos that increase her already formidable powers. Much less of that skin is revealed to an accident beholder, compared to other succubi, since she wears far more armor, sacrificing speed for the sake of greater efficiency in combat - not that it makes her any less seductive, however.
Gesvene's greatest power lies within her charming abilities. Disguised as a member of their race, the succubus can shatter the will of even the most stoic males, luring out their most treasured secrets. Unsurprisingly, she is more than able to defend herself if attacked, crushing Wilhelm's enemies with shadow magic and lashes of her thorned whip alike, her favorite move being choking her opponent to submission or death after catching his neck with her whip while sending waves of dark energy through it.
Arc'Arahm the felguard
This mo'arg is perhaps both the most common-looking and the most intimidating of Wilhelm's minions, standing more than nine feet tall and clad in traditional felguard armor of color black. His yellow skin lacks runic tattoos that can be seen on the other four demons, since Wilhelm decided to enchant Arc'Arahm's armor and weapon instead.
Arc'Arahm exists for one single purpose - to fight his master's enemies. He revels in the wanton bloodshed, but will not prolong the battle more than it is necessary to slaughter his opponent. His giant axe made of fel-infused khorium seems a natural continuation of his arm right until the point when it flies through the air to cleave an unwitting enemy in half - and thanks to the runes carved into its hilt it will always return to its owner's hand. Similar runes adorn Arc'Arahm's dark armor, allowing him to shrug off many weaker spells and at least partially resist the stronger ones.
"According to my calculations, we should be heading west," the warlock said. Duskhide nodded, "Lead the way."
Character
: Lisciel
Location
: Silvermoon
"I have a bad feeling about this," Lisciel muttered, cracking his knuckles.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel
Location
: Silvermoon
"Well, at least the couch seems comfortable," Lisciel mused, slumping onto a massive sofa and placing his arms on its back, as if it were shoulders of neighboring people.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel
Location
: Silvermoon
"Zyrith Dawncry, I take it," Lisciel said lazily, narrowing his eyes. "Lisciel Dawnchaser, archmage of Kirin Tor, herald of the Sunreavers at your service."
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel
Location
: Silvermoon
"I think I'd rather stay and have a look at what you have in stock to threaten me, Zyrith," Lisciel said in the same lazy tone, then tilted his head to face Tyri, "Unless you, blondie, want me to get outta here."
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel
Location
: Silvermoon
"Mana Shield."
A thin blueish glow surrounded Lisciel.
"Dampen Magic."
A shield negating the elf's incantations appeared around Tyreal.
"Cone of Cold."
A blast of chilling wind erupted from the elf's open palm, freezing the life out of the servants but miraculously leaving Tyreal untouched in the slightest.
"Electrocute."
An arc of electricity connected tips of Lisciel's fingers and Zyrith. The mage didn't even bother to stand up, only his eyes were now glowing with the Sunwell's golden glow.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel
Location
: Silvermoon
"Time Warp."
Lisciel dodged the foot and purposefully let the daggers hit him - only to be partially dissolved by the raw mana protecting him.
"Fortify Strength. Fingers of Frost."
Moving with frightening speed, Lisciel kicked Zyrith hard into groin and then grabbed the rogue's wrists, sending a powerful wave of freezing energy through his fingers into his enemy's body.
"Why do you hit yourself?" he asked calmly, striking at Zyrith's temples with the latter's own hands.
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