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Crisis Chronicles: The Last Crusade {Open RP}
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Atik
Ferin Hopewell, Alana Greyfang, Xander Greyfang
Golden Isles
Alana rushed after the rest of the group quickly. "Geesh, really rushing this. Now she already wants to kill you? That's not supposed to come until after marriage."
Xander was about to move, when an arm suddenly shot into the air from a girl in front of him. The blonde woman wore a fluffy white dress, the tips of hooves visible where it lifted up off the ground, alongside the tip of a tail, covered in down-feathers.
Also made of feathers were the fluffy wings sticking off her back, flapping eagerly as she hopped; hand waving in the air. Tiny white horns poked out of her forehead, her eyes drawn to the Elf at the podium.
"Oh, oh, oh! Is it me? Am I the Lettuce Spork?" She asked excitedly.
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Monday
Character
: Serenade, Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Location
: -
"I understand," Flamehowl said to Leon, gesturing to the spot beside him. "Don't worry, you'll be fine."
He then raised his voice. "Anyone else? If not, we shall begin."
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Atik
Tandra, Ferin Hopewell, Alana Greyfang, Xander Greyfang
Golden Isles
"But she's so booooooring." Tandra frowned; flopping down to the floor and sitting there.
Xander blinked; staring awkwardly.
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Monday
Character
: Serenade, Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Location
: -
"Well, then, let's get started," Flamehowl said, and held up his hand. A fiery green orb flared to life in it, which slowly began to rotate. As it did, tendrils protruded from the surface of the flames and began questing among the audience. One curled around Flamehowl, while others sought the few that had joined him.
...and cast a rather simple spell, if I do say so myself. It employs a concept similar to magnetism: magics derived from the same source tend to have an affinity for each other (such as how shadow magic can heal those born of necromancy). By applying this principle to a simple orb of fel fire, I can cause it to gravitate towards similar sources of magic, thus acting as a rudimentary "magnet" for fel magics.
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Persen
Yaroen Ivyblight, Kim Fraser
Golden Isles
Ivyblight muttered discontentedly in reply. The prospect of slaying some legion scum made staying worthwhile, but unless they got on with it soon he was inclined to change his mind.
"Independent contractor," Kim corrected, "though often in the Army's employ."
When the situation tensed, she shifted her weight to stand firm and lowered her hands in readiness to draw weapons. She, too, scanned the crowd critically. At least half of them she'd normally get paid no small sum to take out.
She wondered how the filtering orb would react when it passed her. She probably was the only one there with her particular attunement. The warrior shifted with a hint of nervousness, placing her fingers on the polearm's shaft to facilitate a draw.
Post by
morginar
Character: Falionna Shaderunner, Lyshalis Mirkdancer, Xeltan , Dathamikus.
Location: Golden Isles.
Falionna eyed all the humanoids in the room. The dark ranger tried to see whom is a daemon with her eyes improved by dark magic.
My my. Should we look for a more private chamber for that?
Xeltan mentaly replied. Not worried of being detected by such simple spells. He had faith in his abilities.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Hardcore Jaws, Cyrus the Befouler, Vincent Gaillard, Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie, Isaac Ashwood, Jastiel Vorei, Ga'Crane, Lisciel Dawnchaser
Location
: –––
"Hey, fleabag, proofs or Gee Tee Eff Oh!" Cyrus spat at Rotha. "Go be holier than thou somewhere else."
"You don't actually care about the kid, now do you?" Meyer eyed the elf somewhat derisively.
"Ding-ding-ding! Give this man a cigar. I just don't want our lovely lynching session to be tainted by tackling the wrong guy, is all," Cyrus blew the human a raspberry, then reached out and allowed the flame tongue to touch him.
"ullo, Gurka," Ga'Crane muttered.
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Aimsyr
Amora Frosthowl, Elsa Wolftongue, Vahij "Lotti" Syava, Vashadya Duskwind, Yalira Stormtongue
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Amora observed proceedings, sniffing, listening, watching and waiting. "I won't say this isn't a sensible idea for starters, but how can we be sure the agent is a fel user themself?" the Gilnean noblewoman addressed the crowd at large; "a communication device - organic or arcane - might provide an added indicator."
She too noted the uneasy troll, however he had not been the only one to reach for his weapons, yet even so he somehow seemed a tad more anxious than the average. The bounty hunter made a mental note to keep an eye on him, though she knew the agent could quite as easily be one of the more composed occupants of the room.
Beside a trace amount of arcane, genetic as opposed to acquired, she was clean.
Elsa muttered something to herself, not letting any of the strangers out of her sight for more than a few moments at a time. It was hard to home in on the agent when she trusted no-one in the first place.
"How we do we know you're not the bloody agent?" the pickpocket demanded, glaring at Alnerigo, having cottoned on to what was happening. The orb of fel fire she trusted least of all - for all she knew it would home in on her, and she had never even dabbled in such vile arts.
"My mother dabbled in fel magic," Lotti confessed, shame-faced, stepping forward, the fiery glow that had surrounded her hands dissipating abruptly. Regardless, her magical signature appeared to emit naught aside from a background level of fel radiation, not unnatural for a humanoid who had been exposed to only small amounts, and a fair amount of purer, less corruptive arcane radiation.
What's the matter? Don't know any?
Vahij taunted in a half-teasing, half-mocking fashion, knowing full well she had never bedded the demon before.
Maybe I'll have to teach you some... 'Then' we can stop seeing each other.
"Ignore him,"
Vashadya advised Rotha quietly, staying by the worg's side, referring to Cyrus,
"he has been attempting to provoke others since we arrived."
Although the priestess would have normally been overjoyed to see Flamehowl and Ga'Crane in the crowd, it was not the time. Witchhunts - so named or otherwise - were hardly a past-time she enjoyed, let alone experienced often, barring the variety that involved witches who openly engaged in their cruel ways, but she was determined to see to it that justice was truly and righteously served. That meant no wrongful convictions.
Nevertheless, she was thankful for the thought that their host knew the identity of agent, thus eliminating the possibility of condemning an innocent to death.
"Ashenvalian huntresses," Yalira said, introducing herself, "fought in almost every war the past few decades."
She had an arrow nocked, but refrained from pulling the bowstring back. She knew it would be foolish to hold it for too long prior to releasing, whether or not she had the muscle mass to be able to try it. And muscles she certainly had.
Whatever occurred next, Cyrus was going to pay for her bruised left fist. The night elf forced the pain of holding the bow - and soon, she had no doubt, of readying it - out of her mind in order to stay focused.
Post by
morginar
Character: Falionna Shaderunner, Lyshalis Mirkdancer, Xeltan , Dathamikus.
Location: Golden Isles.
Maybe that might happen... Though I have interest nor experience in 'it'.
Xeltan mentaly replied. A tendril from the spell before poked his ear. "Oh well. I cheated some classes with dark magic ..." The raggedy mage admitted shamefully.
Dathamikus morphed into his dragon form and took flight though the walls and into the air. Traveling far away from the isles.
Lyshalis pulled out a hearthstone and teleported home. Finding a crusade against the legion to be folly. It is more wise to prevent the legion from entering kalimdor than to foolishly wander to their realm.
A rift tore itself open and a blood elf. Pale of skin thin in frame and with long brown hair down her spine. Wearing a dark robe with violet and black colors. A staff made from true silver and a pink gem for headpiece. On her side a book named "Astromancy. Power of the cosmos." Layer strapped on. Velnessia slaped the tendril that came nudging her shoulderpads.
Post by
morginar
Character: Falionna Shaderunner, Lyshalis Mirkdancer, Xeltan , Dathamikus.
Location: Golden Isles.
Maybe that might happen... Though I have interest nor experience in 'it'.
Xeltan mentaly replied. A tendril from the spell before poked his ear. "Oh well. I cheated some classes with dark magic ..." The raggedy mage admitted shamefully.
Dathamikus morphed into his dragon form and took flight though the walls and into the air. Traveling far away from the isles.
Lyshalis pulled out a hearthstone and teleported home. Finding a crusade against the legion to be folly. It is more wise to prevent the legion from entering kalimdor than to foolishly wander to their realm.
A rift tore itself open and a blood elf. Pale of skin thin in frame and with long brown hair down her spine. Wearing a dark robe with violet and black colors. A staff made from true silver and a pink gem for headpiece. On her side a book named "Astromancy. Power of the cosmos." Layer strapped on. Velnessia slaped the tendril that came nudging her shoulderpads.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Hardcore Jaws, Cyrus the Befouler, Vincent Gaillard, Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie, Isaac Ashwood, Jastiel Vorei, Ga'Crane, Lisciel Dawnchaser
Location
: –––
"Are you completely mentally deficient or just pretending to be a cretin?" Cyrus shouted at Benalathor when Rotha failed to be riled up. "There will be no trust! There will be no camaraderie! None but our old associates will even think of trusting us warlocks - that's one! Paladins and death knights hate one another's guts - that's two! And I, for one, have no idea who the f!ck you are, and I imagine I'm not alone in that - that's three. Go on, guess, how many people trust mysterious hosts like yourself?"
Isaac shifted uncomfortably, finding it greatly unpleasant that the attention-wh!ring warlock managed to raise one or two valid points, even if the wording could be a lot better.
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Skreeran
Character: Gurka
Location: --
Gurka glanced at Star-Wrath, not recognizing him immediately, and then heard Ga'Crane and sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "Uh, throm'ka..." she answered.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Hardcore Jaws, Cyrus the Befouler, Vincent Gaillard, Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie, Isaac Ashwood, Jastiel Vorei, Ga'Crane, Lisciel Dawnchaser
Location
: –––
"No sh!t. I
am
the Befouler, after all," Cyrus sneered arrogantly. "But, once again, who are you? Some shmuck here already mentioned you could be a Legionary, too. For all we know, this could be a power-grab within the Legion. More elaborate than your average 'you kill it, you bought it', sure - and I do know my way around the Legion's infighting, been there, done that, - but not completely inconceivable. You say you have the proof of one of us being an active emissary of the Legion - but where's the proof of you being unaligned to the Destroyer?"
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