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Publicado por Morec0

Characters: Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret, Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Location: Ashenvale

"Neither would I," Ivan replied with a slight nod. "What brings you to Ashenvale, Lady Ashwolf?"
Allow me to speak, Bloodhowl said. I would like the lady to know of my pressence.
No.

Krista looked down at the wolf and frowned. The beast remined her of the worgen, the canine feature and fangs resembling the beasts all too well, just as the werewolf-like creatures reminded her and many others of them.
Blackbite snarled and attempted to break free of Krista's mind - which would cause the human to change into her worgen form.
The Lady Jeret, though, managed to force her down, although doing so caused her to feel the pain of a slight headache.

Characters: Morec, House of Rivendare, Vrem Dartskul, Sithia Frozenbone
Location: Undercity

Morec found Vrem back at the bar and sat down next to him, sighing heavily. "Relationship trouble?" the undead hunter asked as he continued to polish his gun. Marrow and Rottalon were busy chewing on a bone and dead rat respectively.

"You have no idea," the death knight replied, sighing again.

"Your are correct," Vrem then said. That was as far as the converstation went.

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Publicado por Morec0

Characters: Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret, Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Location: Ashenvale

Krista looked over at Ivan, who shook his head. "Our buisness here is our own," she said to the human huntress. "That's all we have to say on the matter."
Blackbite lashed out again in an attempt to break free, but Krista again managed to fight it down. She put a hand to her head as the headache worsened

Ivan noticed this, but knew that his sister could handle herself.
You're not going to even warn her? Bloodhowl said to Ivan. Or the other two Gilneans? That's unlike you.
If all goes well, Ivan replied. I wont have to.
That is your choice to make.
Damn right. However, Ivan couldn't shake the feeling that it was a mistake.

Publicado por Monday

((Funden, Forsaken trio has ported away back to Undercity. What you'll probably see is a departing necropolis and a caravan of mindless ghouls, zombies, abominations etc heading to Undercity. btw, are you with us? I mean, the royalists.))

((Probably not, and I missed that post. My bad))

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Publicado por Behelich

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Undercity

A moderately-rotten forsaken approached Morec and Vrem, laying a long, narrow item wrapped in runecloth with a note attached to it on their table, which read as follows:
Morec.

I visited Naxxramas after its desecration, and I found him, still clinging to undeath, holding this tightly. He once survived a decapitation, but the second time was all too much, tz, tz. His last words were of you, but only now I can finally give it to you. Wield it well, Death Knight.

After the text, a seal was put, a sophisticated capital 'R'.

The messenger disappeared then into the shadows of Undercity before the duo could say something.

((There is also a signet ring inside it))

The caravan of mindless ones continued its march, reaching the Bulwark.

Publicado por Morec0

Characters: Morec, House of Rivendare, Vrem Dartskul, Sithia Frozenbone
Location: Undercity

Morec grinned, recognizing the handwritting. "Good ol' cousin Titus," he chuckled. "So, he is fully dead then, eh? Guess Deathcharger's all mine then." He laughed, putting the ring on, then starting to unwrap the narrow item. "What have we here..." he muttered, pulling it out.

(( I'll let you post as much on what it is, Ald. ))

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((The runesword of Rivendare, obviously. lore-wise, it's superior to Armageddon.
Mind you, it is a vampiric rune-blade of the Scourge. You might want to consider your free will before picking it up, as well as putting on the ring. You wouldn't expect anything else from a scheming necromancer, would you?))

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The Bulwark

The mindless ones poured upon the deathguards, not caring about their own safety, just trying to get as much kills as they could.

Publicado por Morec0

(( Hmm, true. Then again, remember Morec is already a death knight. A runeblade sucking out his soul dosn't bother him much - he dosn't have much of one to begin with. And the Scourge isn't much worth worrying about any more, with Bolvar only acting as a Jailor for them and not a power-mad king trying to take over the world. ))

Characters: Morec, House of Rivendare, Vrem Dartskul, Sithia Frozenbone
Location: Undercity

"I'll be damned... again," he chuckled, picking up the runesword. "Titus' runeblade! Too bad I already have one. ~~If only I was a warrior...~~" He felt the magic of the blade creep into his rotting body, and he slapped the blade for it. "Bad sword! My soul is mine!" He thought back to Sithia. "... I think... Meh, details."

He attached the sword and its sheath to his belt, then grabbed another mug of ale. Before he had a chance to drink it, Vrem elbowed him and motioned towards the bar's enterence. Sithia had just walked in and sat down at one of the tables. "Well, I'm already dead, what's the worst she can do?"

Vrem shrugged and Morec stood and walked over to her. The hunter then began to count. "One... Two... Three..." A blast of icy magic blasted Morec back into a wall. "Right on time."

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((just don't let Morgan stab another shadowfrost shard in you, baron))

Morgan Overdale
Zeramas, en route to the Twilight Highlands

"Lord Overdale, we're under attack!" - reported the runeweaver. Morgan, drawn out of meditation, reluctantly turned his eyes upon the vrykul.
"What is it now?" - "A squad of the Ebon Blade, my lord, mounted upon the skeletal gryphons."
"Capture them, we could use a little of cavalry."
"I'll do it, lord Overdale!" - proposed baron Corvus.
"Very well, you may proceed."

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Ayedin the Frozenhearted
Location: Undercity

Ayedin walked down from his room into the bar room, and saw three undead, one frozen to a wall. "...Have you nothing greater to do then thin our own ranks?" He muttered to the female, obviously a mage.

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Characters: Morec, House of Rivendare, Vrem Dartskul, Sithia Frozenbone
Location: Undercity

Sithia looked over at the newcomer - rather well preserved death knight, by the looks of it - and scowled. "He had it coming," she told him. "Besides, he's survived worse then this before."

"She's right," Morec put in. "She always is."

"Don't even try and sweet-talk your way out of this one!" she said, returning her hateful gaze to Morec.

"But... but I'm so good at it." Sithia conjured more ice, this time sealing Morec's mouth shut and preventing him from speaking any further.

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Ayedin the Frozenhearted
Location: Undercity

"I can see that. At least be quiet about it. Some of us are trying to...think."

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Characters: Morec, House of Rivendare, Vrem Dartskul, Sithia Frozenbone
Location: Undercity

Sithia nodded and continued to hav ice envelop her former lover. Morec just sighed as he waited to be completely frozen.

Vrem ignored the mage and death knight, sharpening his axe and taking a few seconds to sew the hole in his neck shut.

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Morgan Overdale
Zeramas

Morgan walked up to the captured ebon knights, chained in saronite.

"I will offer you a choice. Once. You will make it now, and we will never speak about it again. Either you join the true Scourge of He Who Slumbers, or get killed and reanimated as a mindless ghoul to serve Him for the rest of eternity. Is this understood?"

One by one, he came up to each death knight. One by one, they refused to bow to him, and he drained their powers, and the acolytes took away their bodies to impale them with saronite spikes, so as to make the ghouls deadlier. Finally, only one remained. A massive orc with pitch-black skin glared at Morgan, then reluctantly kneeled, accepting him as his new master.

"Tell me of your foul band's plans, death knight. Oh, and did I mention that you will personally oversee your former comrades?"

There were few entertainments for a High Necrolord of the True Scourge, and Morgan wasn't going to lose any one.

Publicado por senedor

((Sorry I haven't posted in a while, folks))

Sargeras -- Unknown ((He moved >.>))

The dark titan stared at his mirror image of Azeroth, peering over the denizens. Even as powerful as he was, he could not send his full force, including Kil'jaeden, to Azeroth without some connection on Azeroth. He mused over this and smiled to himself. He would have to taint a race, or even just multiple people to his bidding. He swirled his magic mirror to one dreadlord he knew could get the work done. The dreadlords were very good manipulators, as seen by his minon Varimathas, Balthazarr, and the one he was looking at through his magic.

"I need you once more, Mal'ganis."

((Dun-dun-dun))

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Funden "The Frost Knight" Orebeard
Outside Zeramas

"Scourge..." he said. His glowing eyes narrowed in hate.

Publicado por Krutos

(I hope it is'nt too late to hop in)

Character : Krutos Stormwalker
Race : Tauren
Class : Shaman
Location : Undercity

Brief history: Krutos was born in Mulgore and in early age he was sent to study the spirits and the elements. Now he is a young shaman of the Earthen Ring and he has been sent to study the effects of the Cataclysm on elementals in Eastern Kingdom, along with some other shamans. The rest of the group is now in Hammerfall and soon heading to Wetlands. Krutos has just arrived in Undercity and is hoping to continue his journey as soon as possible.

The stench in the sewers was horrible. Krutos was hoping he could continue his journey really soon, becouse the fumes were making feel sick. But in a way he liked being around the Forsaken as their spirits were only like little sparks in the darkness, just barely there. The living spirits felt more like torches and it was sometimes stressful to be around them.

Just as Krutos had entered the inn and was speaking with a grumpy bartender to get a room for the night, a gateguard bursted in.

- "SCOURGE!", she screamed. "PREPARE FOR BATTLE!"

Soldiers immediately grapped their weapons and ran out. Only four undead stayed in the bar and only now Krutos noticed one of them was trapped in an ice block against the wall.

- "Aren't you coming to help us?", asked Krutos as he grapped his mace and shield and head out of the door.

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