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Behelich
Lucas Venomheart, Hardcore Jaws and the Darkbone Praetorians
swagger inside. Following them is
Mordanna
, carrying a humongous sack with peanuts.
D
ROP IT OVER THERE, Jaws orders the younger knight. Mordanna nods, his face concealed entirely behind his heavy horned helmet, and proceeds to several plushy sofas.
Agarion Arroval, the infant demigod
, tugs at his mothers' dress and chirrups something unintelligible as he rests in their embrace.
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Characters
: Henry Markoth, Khazran, Bane
Description
:
Henry Markoth is an Inquisitor of the Holy Light. He has brown hair that falls to his shoulders, green eyes and is clean shaven. He wears a long brown coat, which he keeps two braces of pistols buckled under. A longsword is scabbarded at his belt, and a libram hangs from a long iron chain, which is attached to his coat on the inside. He can call upon the Light to smite or heal as needs be, though the former is used more often than the latter. He always seems vaguely angry.
Khazran is a dwarf with yellow hair, blue eyes and a yellow beard, which he keeps neatly trimmed. He wears chain mail and carries a large warhammer strapped to his back. A tabard, showing the Silver Fist of the Knights of the Silver Hand hangs from his shoulders. He too can call upon the Holy Light as needed.
Bane is a human with long black hair and piercing blue eyes. He keeps a black goatee, and wears long black robes. A runed grey staff his always in his hand, and several icons hang from his robes, mirroring Markoth. However, his icons are of the Shadow, as Bane is a shadow priest. One of the few that can calm Markoth, he always broods, though will snark if the occasion calls for it.
Markoth, Bane and Khazran entered the inn. "What foul den of iniquity have you brought us to this time, Khazran?" Markoth asked.
"None different than the last three we've been in," Bane remarked. "In fact, it looks nicer than most."
"Corruption often looks nice, until it's true nature shows!" Markoth cried, then frowned and composed himself. "Let's just get some food."
They moved to the bar and sat down.
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Behelich
Hardcore Jaws
threw Star-Wrath a mildly amused glance, quirking an eyebrow as he landed heavily onto one of the sofas, spreading his arms and sitting cross-legged.
B
E HAPPY THAT THE
B
OSS HASN'T OCCUPIED YOU YET.
"Speaking of the Devil, where's he?"
Corvus, the Fourth in the Cohort
, asked
Jaws
.
T
OO BUSY FOR THIS.
F
ATE OF
Q
UEL'
T
HALAS, THAT KIND OF STUFF.
Y
OURS?
"Ditto. The Battle That Comes, cure for undeath..."
Corvus
drawled, Force Gripping a mug of ale from the counter and swigging from it.
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355559
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Characters
: Henry Markoth, Khazran, Bane
"Cure for undeath?" Markoth said incredulously, overhearing the others conversation. "There is no cure, beyond purging the unclean! The Light frowns on those that succumb to such a fate!"
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Arraya
Alyana Arrowsong
(( Wheres the Jacuzzi? hahah ))
Alyana Arrowsong is one of the few Demon Hunters left in the world, she is 10,456 years old. And was present during the War at the Well of Eternity. She has long white hair with 'blade' markings, and she has light pink skin.
"Ahhhh, finally, a place where I can rest." She moved to the center of the room with the fire pit.
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Lord Aquila, the First in the Cohort
turned slowly to Markoth, his eyes glowing with golden light narrowing into slits.
"One successful patient already walks our world, zealot, his body pure and free from the curse. Everything that is, is alive, and never is hope lost."
Hardcore Jaws
waved his hand dismissively at the worgen,
N
OT UNLESS
H
E HAS NOTHING BETTER TO DO.
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Monday
Characters
: Henry Markoth, Khazran, Bane
"UNDEATH IS AN ABOMINATION!" Markoth roared, standing up and shaking a finger at Ven and Aquila. "ANYONE WHO-" Bane put a hand on Markoth's shoulder and muttered something to him. Markoth inhaled deeply, face flushed with anger, and sat down again.
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Arraya
Alyana Arrowsong
"Who are you calling a dumass?" the elves eyebrows could be seen as glaring.
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Characters
: Funden Orebeard, Khaz Stumpfoot, Thorgrim, Fjarn - Stormcross
Description
:
Stormcross is a mercenary group of Ironforge dwarves, each with their own specialization. They travel around the world, though most of their actions are centered in the Eastern Kingdoms.
The members consist of the following:
Funden Orebeard: A dwarf with long brown hair, partly drawn back into a ponytail, and a short brown beard, Funden is the sharpshooter of the group. He has a semiautomatic rifle, with a scope and bayonet. He's the leader of Stormcross.
Khaz Stumpfoot: He has short brown hair and a brown beard, which is braided. He functions as the second in command of the group. He wears fine leather and mail armor, along with a well-made sword. However, underneath his foppish exterior lies a hardened soldier and one of the finest swordsmen in Ironforge.
Thorgrim has blonde hair and a blonde beard, which runs slightly wild. He's the demolitions expert, and wields a rifle that fires exploding bullets.
Fjarn is a former Knight of the Silver Hand. He quit the order after an unknown disagreement. He kept his Silver Hammer, though now he wields a gatling gun which fires consecrated bullets which harm undead and demons particularly, and can also tear apart low level enchantments.
Funden, Khaz, Thorgrim and Fjarn strode into the inn. "This looks like a fine establishment," Funden commented.
Khaz nodded. "Indeed, this does look like a place suited to my tastes."
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Behelich
Baron Alaric Dalson
, the Death Knight in service of the Scourge strode in, his massive two-handed maul resting across his broad shoulders. He threw back a lock of shoulder-long graying dark hair as he made his way towards the other undead, his eyes glowing with cold sapphire light of the Icecrown widening in silent rage as he walked past Markoth, spitting on the floor demonstratively.
"Am I late?" he asked, slamming his maul into the floor and leaning against it.
"Nah, we're just getting started. Peanuts?"
Corvus
offered.
"And remember, absolutely no talk about work. From this point on, at least,"
Lord Aquila
said firmly, folding his muscular arms on his chest.
Alaric
nodded simply, although his gaze did stop for a second longer than normal on
Lucas Venomheart
. Green eyes met blue eyes, but no confrontation occurred.
Post by
Monday
Characters
: Funden Orebeard, Khaz Stumpfoot, Thorgrim, Fjarn - Stormcross
Funden quickly inspected the patrons, then sat down next to Venhildra. "Afternoon," he said.
Characters
: Henry Markoth, Khazran, Bane
Markoth's eyes bulged with rage and hatred, but Bane kept a hand on his shoulder. After a few moments, Markoth turned back to the others, ignoring the undead entirely.
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Characters
: Funden Orebeard, Khaz Stumpfoot, Thorgrim, Fjarn - Stormcross
"Ale, of course," he said, smiling. "And what's with the Inquisitors? I'm kind of surprised to see them here."
Post by
Behelich
Ga'Crane
walked in swiftly, noticing the Cohort immediately. He headed to them - well, started to anyway when he saw Nightbane. His jaw dropped and a violet hue colored his snow white skin.
"What's wrong with the Apprentice?"
Falco, the Fifth in the Cohort
raised an eyebrow, busy setting up a nice, ten foot high hookah.
"Repentance for his past,"
Lord Aquila
intoned with a hint of disdain.
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