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Persen
((There are hundreds if not thousands of British accents... quite difficult to know what you mean))
Jessara Gaunt
Fenris Isle
"Lots of trouble for one pile of bones huh Jess? Maybe we should just let him run away like the coward he is. A coward like the rest of his kind!" Leera taunted in an excessively loud voice, hoping to get the attention of the others without revealing to Grimshaw that there were more of them.
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Morec0
Character:
Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Location: Shadow Hold
Blackbite paced around in her cell, occasionally slamming her body into the cell door to try and break it down. She never succeeded, but she couldn't think of anything else to do in her situation. Her wound was fully healed, but if she couldn't get out she knew that more just like it would come.
Krista said nothing, but Blackbite could feel her human side's hatred.
She ignored it, attempting to forget that she had a weaker side within her mind. If she could get out of here, that damn orc would pay. She'd rip the flesh from his body and cook it over a fire made of his bones.
Post by
Atik
((Your cliche, George Oliver style british accent. You know; the one everyone, including myself, wishes they had.))
Locronos
Augustgrad
"The name's Locronos. And you sure as hell seem like one." A crooked smile formed on the drunk dragon's lips.
"I've never seen you before, and you don't look like much of a challange. Thus, you're a newby." Suddenly, Locronos noticed something slightly suprising.
"I can't believe you haven't heared of me, newbie! Big bad blue drake, ring any bells? 'Bring me a drink before I freeze you solid?'"
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Atik
Locronos
Augustgrad
For a moment, Locronos simply watched as the frostwyrm ascended. Suddenly though, a simply brilliant idea struck him. He held up his hand and began to drain the necromantic magic holding the wyrm together.
The undead began to fall, quickly correcting itself it was unaware of what was happening. But soon, its wings stiffend. The wyrm suddenly went limp and smashed into the ground with a thud. It yelped in pain before Locronos slowly returned the energy to the beast.
The frostwyrm stood back up as Locronos practically died laughing. Recollecting himself he turned away and slowly made his way back to the bar, still chuckling.
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Krutos
Krutos Stormwalker
Twilight Highlands
Krutos entered the chamber and kneeled before the throne.
- "My lord, I have done as you told. This weapon is now like a natural extension of you arms. What are your next orders?"
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Behelich
Morgan Overdale
Throne Chamber
"
A hard task awaits you. I sense disturbance in Augustgrad - there is trouble with that drake, Locronos. An old friend of mine, Darrow Runehammer is on his way here. I want you two to remind the blue one who is in charge here - but no citizen of Augustgrad is to be harmed. Is that clear?
"
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Krutos
Krutos Stormwalker
Twilight Highlands
- "Yes my lord, I will catch up to Runehammer.", Krutos said and rushed out of the throne chamber, the wolf spirit behind him. They entered the Devourer's Lair and were greeted by some angry growling of the undead dragons resting there. The tauren didn't mind them as he could already hear the flapping of the wings of a approaching dragon.
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Joemaster240
Grimshaw
Fenris Isle
"I'm sorry! I don't talk to those who have the gaul to live." He said standing up and using the scythe. Then he noticed the others. "I wonder if you can defend them and yourself." He said aiming the frost scythe at the two females and launched a powerful blast of frost at them.
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Behelich
Hascakkin
Fenris Isle
Hascakkin swore under his breath, jumping between his adversary and the females to take the blast. He surrounded himself with felfire to dampen the blast, but it still hit him and left lying on the floor. Slowly, he started to get up.
((@Hell - read my conversation with Krutos, please. and maybe you'll respond as Darrow in all azeroth?))
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Joemaster240
Grimshaw
Fenris Isle
"So noble." He sneered walking closer. "Nobility only leads to your fall." he said blasting another thing of frost at the females again.
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Persen
Jessara Gaunt
Fenris Isle
Jessara, knowing a necromancer was much more valuable than herself, had attempted to at least partially cover Leera with her own thin body, but Hascakkin had absorbed the first blast. For a moment Jessara hesitated to help him, knowing it would only feed his, well, ego, but her thoughts had been interrupted by another icy attack. She closed her eyes, readying herself for the impact...
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Joemaster240
Grimshaw
Fenris Isle
He watched it hit one of the females. He gave a cruel smile as he stepped forward. "I think i'll spare you and take this one. The apothecaries can experiment on her." He said stepping on Hascakkin as he walked past him.
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Behelich
Hascakkin
Fenris Isle
"Not... so... fast!" - growled Hascakkin, gripping Grimshaw's leg and throwing him into a wall, then sending felfire barrage after.
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Joemaster240
Grimshaw
Fenris Isle
"Ew....so your not to weakened." He said smiling. "Guess i'll have to kill you then take the girl." He stood up from the wall and picked up to the scythe. "Eat Ice." She said blasting him again with it.
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Krutos
(Sorry about the delay, I was occupied. So Krutos is a shammy/spiritwalker. Let's get moving then.)
Krutos Stormwalker
Twilight Highlands
Krutos walked to the death-knight.
- "Darrow Runehammer? The High Necrolord wants us to teach the drake a lesson. No outsiders to be harmed, that was his order."
Nakorna growled to Darrow's frostwyrm as it felt, how it's spirit was suffering.
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Behelich
Hascakkin
Fenris Isle
"
Kirel Narak!
" - came a fierce yell. Through a broken window the nine-feet figure of Zuril Gozin jumped into the room, putting his claymore against the icy blast. When the ice embraced the weapon completely, Zuril threw the claymore at Grimshaw's direction.
"Since when are you able to jump like this, Zuril?" - asked Hascakkin, trying not to show the pain that he felt. He leaned against the wall and breathed heavily, slowly regenerating.
"Remember the Eigth Body, master?"
"Ah, that one."
Morgan Overdale
Throne Chamber
"
We will discuss it once you're done, Darrow. Do not hesitate, I'm worrying for the townsfolk.
"
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