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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."
Post by
Neonhyper
Character
: Zyrith and Tyreal Dawncry
Location
: Silvermoon City
"Ah well now, a party," Zyrith said dryly. "Thank you for giving me forewarning on this."
Tyreal stepped off the carpet and frowned, smoothing out her dress as she walked up to the gate, pushing it open, "Seems a bit empty, maybe we're early."
Character
: Kaira Slygear
Location
: Felwood
Kaira returned the look, "What's up?"
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.
Post by
Neonhyper
Character
: Nova Terra
Location
: ?
"Wh-what have you?" Whitefang growled, dimly aware of Locke's presence in her mind, but she was not quite ready to let go of the man's throat.
Post by
UrAgahn
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.
Post by
Neonhyper
Character
: Zyrith and Tyreal Dawncry
Location
: Silvermoon City
Zyrith scowled, waving over a servant and informing her of the situation, before sending her off to the door to answer it.
"May you be the first of us to see the Nether, Pecunian," was all he said as he slammed the orb down, pushing away from his desk and stalking down the hallways.
Tyreal stepped up to the door and knocked lightly, jumping lightly from foot to foot before a woman answered the door, she bowed, "You're early--- oh, you brought a friend," she eyed Lisciel warily, before fitfully waving them in. "Come in, come in, before you wilt outside."
Character
: Kaira Slygear
Location
: Felwood
"I'd say something about it being only rumors... but what would you know in this day, when tentacles just randomly stick out of the ground?" Kaira scowled.
Character
: Rheyana Stormfeather
Location
: Dalaran
Rhey glanced at the warlock, with a look that dared him to do anything fishy and within bounds she had not yet set, before stepping through the portal.
Post by
UrAgahn
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.
Post by
Neonhyper
Character
: Zyrith and Tyreal Dawncry
Location
: Silvermoon City
"I'm almost going to have to agree on this," Tyreal muttered.
The servant led them on, before politely leaving them in a large, well furnished room.
The blood knight turned to Lisciel and crossed her arms against her chest, sighing.
Post by
UrAgahn
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.
Post by
Neonhyper
Character
: Zyrith and Tyreal Dawncry
Location
: Silvermoon City
Tyreal opened her mouth, about to say something, but was cut off by the sound of steady clapping. She looked over her shoulder at one of the entrances to the room.
"A strange choice in men, as always, dear Tyreal," Zyrith stated, leaning against the wall as he slowly stilled his hands to silence.
Post by
UrAgahn
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."
Post by
Neonhyper
Character
: Zyrith and Tyreal Dawncry
Location
: Silvermoon City
Tyreal was about to say something, but Zyrith snapped her mouth shut with a sharp gesture before continuing, "Right then. There are two ways this can be done, I can kindly ask you to remove yourself from the premises and you may be on your way, or whatever results if you refuse."
Post by
UrAgahn
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."
Post by
Neonhyper
Character
: Zyrith and Tyreal Dawncry
Location
: Silvermoon City
Tyreal glanced back, once again cut off by a light stutter in her voice. She yanked a dart out of her neck and stared at it for a few seconds before collapsing on the couch.
Zyrith lowered his hand after gesturing to a few men in the shadows, "With her sister. Perhaps I'll finally get a word out of both of them."
As the servants gathered up Tyreal, the sindorei man pulled up his gloves and gave Lisciel a dull look, "As you were saying?"
Post by
UrAgahn
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.
Post by
Neonhyper
Character
: Zyrith and Tyreal Dawncry
Location
: Silvermoon City
"A mage of all things," Zyrith sighed, cloaking himself in shadows and negating the aiming of Lisciael's spellwork, before he completely faded in sight.
"There is no use saying much, but of all things GET OFF MY COUCH!" the rogue's foot was the first visible, as it sliced through the air to kick Lisciel right off of Zyrith's furniture before the rest of the assassin came into view, daggers brandished.
Post by
UrAgahn
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.
Post by
Neonhyper
Character
: Zyrith and Tyreal Dawncry
Location
: Silvermoon City
Zyrith rolled his eyes, even with the distorted speed he managed to avoid the cheapkick, but was met with the mage's next display of attacks. He let loose a pained howl, panting as he glared at Lisciel, "You're a bitterly annoying one."
"Mistress Masua, if you would," he asked as he slammed a throwing knife at Lisciel's face, the blade coated with poison.
A black-haired sindorei woman nodded plainly, picking up Tyreal and exiting the room. Icicles hung from her dress, but she herself appeared untouched by the ice.
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