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R1TeR
Rageth
Hillsbrad
"more like took a little nap"
Post by
Skreeran
((Blech, sorry I haven't been in here.... :P))
Character: Nakresh Ogrefist
Location: Hillsbrad
Nakresh heard fighting. He quickly noticed a group of orcs attacking a smaller group, seeming to be composed of the Forsaken, Night Elf, and Spirit Champion he had met earlier, as well as another individual, a Tauren.
"Lok'tar ogar!" He shouted, charging into the fray. "For the Warchief!"
A dozen of the orcs turned their heads to the new cry and chraged at him, blocking Nakresh's path to his allies.
"Well, this is certainly getting interesting," He laughed, pulling his axe off his back.
Post by
Adamsm
((ooc - and I realize I haven't posted much in here heh))
Character:
Azor Windfury
Location:
Somewhere in Darkshore
"Ach, what the hell hit me?" Azor grumbled, slowly coming back to conciousness and looking around carefully. He moved his left arm and roared in pain as he felt bone grate on bone. He slowly moved into a sitting position, groaning in pain with every wrong movement.
"Alright, me arm is broken somehow....." He muttered, and saw the Crow staring at him, a look of worry on it's face. "Not sure what you are lad, but if you can find me a nice thick stick please?" He asked it and the bird cawed then took off.
Azor leaned back, panting as he carefully pulled his cloak off and began to tear part of it into strips. "Aerowing girl where are you!" He called and heard a shriek from above. Looking up, he saw his gryphon diving towards him, landing lightly and looking at him in concern. "I'm alright girl, and so are you from the look of it." He said, seeing no damage to his mount.
There was a thump and he looked over as the Crow dropped a thick stick. "Perfect lad, just perfect. Both of you, excuse me on this, I'll be screaming like a little girl while I set this arm." He told them with a laugh, grabbing hold and forcing the broken pieces back together before tying the stick to his arm with the cloth.
"By the Spirits that hurt." Azor moaned, tears in his eyes as he rested, preparing to ask the power of the Spirits to help him heal his wounded limb.
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447246
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Post by
Skreeran
((Full stops are your friends, Tauman. :P))
Character: Nakresh
Location: Hillsbrad
Nakresh smashed through the enemy blockade, killing several orcs in the process.
"Greetings, friends," He smiled, hacking into another orc with his heavy axe. He let out a
shout
, leaping at the wave of oncoming orcs. "For the Warchief! Death to the traitors!" He screamed, being lost in the flood of green skin and armor.
Post by
Adamsm
((ooc - wait, shouldnt that be brown skin as these are Garrosh's men?))
Post by
Adamsm
((ooc - no one has killed cairne.))
Post by
Skreeran
((ooc - wait, shouldnt that be brown skin as these are Garrosh's men?))((Nope. There weren't that many Mag'har that actually went with Garrosh. Agmar, Korm, Krenna, and many other of Garrosh's cronies have green skin.))
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447246
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Skreeran
Character: Nakresh
Location: Hillsbrad
Nakresh continued fighting for his life, parrying and doging the oncoming blows and delivering his own, felling several enemy orcs with his axe. He nearly struck Gorthak, who managed to skillfully dodge the axe swing before Nakresh realized who it was.
"Be careful there, I wouldn't want to hurt you," Nakresh called out over the din of the battle.
"Don't worry," Gorthak chuckled back, parrying another blow.
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Adamsm
Character:
Azor Windfury
Location:
Somewhere in Darkshore
The dwarf shaman had finished repairing his body, and looked around carefully, then seeing movement swore loudly. "Oh not them." He grumbled, standing up, pulling the splint from his arm. Azor saw several humanoids approaching him, but the robes they were wearing were reconizable to anyone.
"Cultist, this is not my day." Azor said, pulling the Stormhammer free from his back and sending Aerowing into the sky. "Come creatures of the Death Gods, face a warrior of life!" He roared, his weapon held ready.
"The God's require your death Dwarf, and we will fulfill it." The lead culitst, a gnome, cackled, her eyes blazing with fury.
Post by
Skreeran
((You can do whatever you want, Arc, but Nakresh still wants to kill you.))
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Skreeran
((My Warlock Dag'rema would do it (Blow up an orphanage, that is)... :P But I honestly for story's sake I wouldn't make it graphic or anything if you even do it. Dag'rema tried to kill a few children in the forest, but couldn't find them and lost interest. I proved that she was evil, but without doing anything too distasteful. ;) ))
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