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The Killing Games {Open RP}
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel
Location
: Silvermoon
Lisciel jerked his head sideways. The shield's effect was enough to negate the poison, but the dagger still left a nasty scratch on his cheek.
"Slow. Frost Nova. Blink."
Lisciel reappeared right behind Masua, hoping that the frost spell's magic was enough to buy him some time.
"Fire Blast."
The brutal attack was released at Masua's lower back from point blank range.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel
Location
: Silvermoon
Lisciel glanced over his shoulder at Zyrith and muttered, "Slow. Arcane Barrage."
While the two spells were flying right into Zyrith's throat the mage focused on Masua. He was confused, but he'd rather die than let it stop him. He growled once again, "Fortify Strength." and attempted to give Masua's head a U-turn.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel
Location
: Silvermoon
"Gosh dang you all to heck," Lisciel growled, "Electrocute."
He closed his grab on Masua's throat, sending bolt after bolt of electricity into her while trying to choke her to death.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel
Location
: Silvermoon
Lisciel let out a cry of pain, and while still holding Masua's throat with one hand he used the other one to grab Zyrith's face.
"No. One. Harms. Tyreal. In. Front. Of. Me." he uttered, each word followed by a bolt of electricity for both Zyrith and Masua.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel
Location
: Silvermoon
A particularly strong bolt of electricity hurled Zyrith across the room. Somewhere in the back of the mage's mind the part of him that realised what he was doing moaned, '
You really, really, shouldn't be doing this,
' with 'this' being fueling his spells with the pain and the fear Lisciel was being thrown into. He looked somewhat dully at the numerous daggers sticking in his arms, legs and abdomen, and shook his head, pulling them out with one neat incantation. As the daggers fell on the ground it was evident that the mana shield - which had now dissipated completely - consumed the poison as well as a significant part of the edges themselves.
Shuddering, Lisciel whistled sharply and a second later the window was crashed by Frosty, which flew in while being rolled up. The carpet then slammed into Zyrith.
"Give her to me," Lisciel barked at Masua, spitting blood at her as he spoke, "Lest I flay you alive."
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel
Location
: Silvermoon
"Presence of Mind. Flamestrike."
A ten foot wide pillar of flame appeared beneath Zyrith. Coughing, Lisciel hurried after Masua, his nostrils twitching as he picked up the scent of his own magic.
"Hold on blondie... you just hold on..."
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel
Location
: Silvermoon
Hugging the wall, Lisciel slowly yet steadily followed Masua. The problem he didn't pay attention to was him leaving a trace of blood on the floor. The walk was akin to torture in the sensations it brought, but it helped Lisciel get his priorities straight.
"Polymorph. Arcane Barrage." he growled, addressing the latter spell not to his enemy, but to the door.
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Post by
Mojoworkn
((/cast un-limbo))
Character:
Richard Price and Isabel
Location:
Lor'danel - Darkshore
"These Games, do they send invitations to the least likely of people?" the kaldorei Sentinel inquired. Her voice became low, almost as if this were the most important question of all.
"Yes," Isabel answered timidly, "we can't tell the difference between our friends and foes right now. Azeroth is no longer safe to tread in."
"That you are right, my dear." The hairs on Richard's neck sprung up. The kaldorei casually stood up from her seat at the table, drawing a small knife from her holster.
"Two against one?" Richard asked calmly.
"A challenge I accept."
Isabel drew the oak staff that rested on her back. The handle showed its age and excellent craftsmanship, worn yet smooth. She readied herself, taking a few steps back to get her position. Richard's hand rested on the handle of his own silver pistol, ready to draw at a moments notice. His other hand was clenched in a fist, sweat making his fingers slip through his own hand.
~
Character:
Gregor Killian
Location:
Mor'shan Rampart - Northern Barrens
"Where the 'ell am I?" Gregor grumbled. He had woken up inside a wooden prison cell, resting in a large hut in the middle of Mor'shan Rampart. No orc was around to hear him, so he sat in his cell, grumbling about something along the lines of, "I'll show her."
~
Character:
Talon, Giblin, and Locke
Location:
Dalaran, Locke's Lair
Talon remained silent.
~
"You incessant . . . beast," Locke gasped. He managed to connect with Nova's mind, sending a wave of pure energy careening through the connection.
Giblin fired one shot towards the worgen choking Locke, and was then sent flying by Blaine's tackle.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel
Location
: Silvermoon
"You owe me this one, blondie," Lisciel smiled weakly, putting two fingers into his mouth. His first attempt at whistling ended up with him coughing out a handful of his blood, but the second try brought the necessary results. Frosty appeared within a minute and, trying not to pass out from blood loss, Lisciel climbed clumsily on it before hovering into the room.
"Let's get out of here," he wheezed.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Blaine Jeret
/ Private Ryan
Location: ? / Silithus
Blaine was pulled away from Giblin before he had a chance to tear out the goblin's throat. He snarled as he looked back at Hurg, swinging a paw at his face. His claws left deep slashes in Hurg's face, but the pain Blaine was about to endure would, most likely, surpass that.
Ryan followed Duskhide slighlty ahead of the others, rifle held ready to fire at any would-be aggressors.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander
Location
: Silithus
"Sweetie, what have you gotten ourselves into?" Gesvene murmured, following Wilhelm as closely as it was possible without causing discomfort to both of them.
Arc'Arahm glared at the druid, then growled, "We're not fighting the tree-hugger? Why?"
"Because the tree- because the druid has generously allowed us to accompany him to a slaughter," Wilhelm shrugged, looking through his notes.
"Wonderful," Arc'Arahm chuckled, hurling his axe at an earthworm slithering in the distance. The moment the beast was cleaved in half the felguard raised his hand and the axe returned to his hand.
'
Can you feel it, Locke? I'm coming for you,
' Duskhide thought venomously.
((The next post shall be the grand entrance into the lair, unless objections ensue.))
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