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Aftermath; Restoring the World (Open RP)
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Nagorm Woeherald
Location
: the
Voracity
Nagorm glanced at Al'Zavur. The crimson-clad ethereal nodded curtly, and the death knight paused for exactly two seconds, before thrusting his right hand - with the sapphire orb held firmly in it - through the clone's chest, and his left one through Phillip's.
The machinery began moaning and shaking. Overriding the noises came Al'Zavur's monotone, emotionless voice.
"Beginning transferring process. Status: all systems fully operational. Brain activity: 115% of normal..."
Post by
Atik
Phillip
The Voracity
Phillip froze, the frosty mist following his soul and drifting towards the new body. The battle mage's entire life began to flash before him...
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Nagorm Woeherald
Location
: the
Voracity
It took Nagorm no less than ten minutes to finish the ritual, and the second Al'Zavur uttered, "Status: complete," the old knight recoiled from the two bodies.
Once the last bit of Phillip's soul left his original body - thus taking away the last bit of necromantic energy fueling it - it dissolved into dust in seconds.
"Phillip Iceheart,
rise.
"
Post by
Atik
Phillip
The Voracity
Phillip's eyes fluttered open, dashing around the room. Placing his hands behind him, he rose from the bed, take deep and intentional breaths. Eventually, his body remembered and took over breathing for him.
"Everything looks so different..." He noted, glanccing around the room. His hand ran along the bed, taking in the sense of feeling. Next was a deep inhaling, taking in whatever smell he could.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Nagorm Woeherald
Location
: the
Voracity
"It looks the way it should," Nagorm nodded, drawing a pair of pants, a pair of boots and a shirt from a dimensional pocket and throwing the clothes at the human.
"You must be hungry now, any preferences?"
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Morec, House of Rivendare
,
Amanda the Shadowheart
Location: Scholomance, Plaugelands
"Always, Brother Urdish," Amanda said, tracing the symbol of the Chuch of Forgotten Shadow of her chest. "Let us proceed."
"Then lets go!" Morec called out, dismounting Deathcharger and letting the horse run untill it dissipated into the Shadows. "I want to kill some people! Or undead, either works really as long as I can kill them!"
"You, sir, are going to have him or someone kill us for conspiracy."
"I KNOW RIGHT!" Morec yelled, then pumped out his fist as if he had a power ring of some kind on it. "In blackest day, brightest night, watermellon, catalope, yadayada." He burst out laughing.
Amanda frowned as she went on his rambling rampage. "Most disturbing," she noted.
Character: Zar'rok the Defiler /
Lak'tuk Demoneye
, Salja
Location: Tanaris / Felwood
Lak'tuk had begun to calm down slightly. Koren... she missed him, she had seen him as something of an uncle when she had been younger, and a friend of her own as she had grown. Hearing him sounding like his old self a little bit...
But when he posed the question about her battle-scars, her memory flashed back to the battle not-so-long ago. She scowled and shook him away. "It dosn't matter, I'll kill them all if they try to attack me again." She thought in silence for a few seconds. "I suppose leaving here would be the best option, maybe go back to Outland or at least the Blasted Lands..." She sighed. Nowhere was safe for her kind now, but she was
not
going to let that stop her.
Character:
Marissa "Talah" Blackswallow
Location: Stormwind City
Talah jumped through another window, knocking a gaurd to the floor and breaking his neck in one swift motion after she landed nimbly on her feet. There were more coming, she could hear them, so she took off down the corridor, heading for the main room of the safehouse. Two more gaurds rounded a corner, more surprised to see here than she was to see them, and she stabbed to dagger through a weakspot in the neck of their armor.
They went down and she grabbed her daggers and turned the corner to see a flight of stairs that led upward gaurded by a lone soldier. He spotted her as well and moved to attack her, but Talah simply flung two throwing daggers at him. Hopefully the guard had good armor.
He didn't. But maybe the one that was descending the stairs did?
He didn't.
((cookie for refference))
Post by
Atik
((I stand corrected... Phil got an 8...))
Phillip
The Voracity
Not wanting to offend by summoning a pair of robes, Phillip slipped into the clothes, trying to remember what he had liked to eat. "Noodles..." He said finally, nodding.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Nagorm Woeherald
Location
: the
Voracity
Nagorm drew his finger across the air, tearing up a rift in time-space continuum that led to one of the ship's numerous cook-galleys, and pulled out a bowl with noodles-egg-and-chicken soup, followed by a plate with noodles under meat and tomato sauce.
"Take your time," he said, as the food and appropriate cutlery floated to Phillip. The old knight knew that the young mage did not need to be reminded that he still had a price to pay.
Post by
Atik
Phillip
The Voracity
Phillip took a fork and began to eat the noodles, slowly speeding with each bite. "mmm" He sounded, it had been so long since he had eaten.
After fifteen minutes or so, Phillip had finished, his stomach suddenly feeling much better. He took a second to conjure a glass of water, downing it and wetting his throat.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Nagorm Woeherald
Location
: the
Voracity
Nagorm smiled lightly, looking at the young man enjoying the second chance he was fortunate enough to be granted. The old knight then pursed his lips and slowly took Ur'agahn off his neck. He ran his fingers across the warm coral-like material, and the largest snake of the three composing the weapon opened its maw, its eyes glowing with red light mirroring that of the death knight himself.
"Press this against your heart. When you think you have paid enough, simply give it back to me," Nagorm stated coldly, handing the weapon over.
Post by
Atik
Phillip
The Voracity
Phillip took the weapon, pressing it against himself. As it devoured his soul, he couldn't help but think of Snowmane. He had to thank her; without her he would have never come to this point. She had given him a reason to get here; she had given him this moment. As his life had flashed, he had realized she was the only woman he had ever felt this way about... it was so strange.
Suddenly remembering the weapon, Phillip pulled it away just before it had consumed an entire quarter of his soul. He nodded, slightly dazed by it. Handing it back to Nagorm, his daze slowly began to lift.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Nagorm Woeherald
Location
: the
Voracity
Ur'agahn's central maw closed as it fell into dormancy once again, its now lukewarm surface being the only thing indicating of what had just happened.
"You should be fine in five days tops, unless you go around throwing cataclysmic spells of course," Nagorm informed the mage, hanging the weapon on his neck and handing out his hand to help Phillip stand up.
Post by
Atik
Phillip
The Voracity
Phillip took the hand and stood without much trouble, having rarely levitated as a lich.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Nagorm Woeherald
Location
: the
Voracity
"Let's go, lest we want your girlfriend to drink herself into a stupor in your absence," the death knight smirked wryly.
Post by
Atik
Phillip
The Voracity
Phillip nodded; not actually thinking of Snowmane in that respect, but not willing to contradict the death knight. He began to walk back the way they had come.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Nagorm Woeherald
Location
: the
Voracity
Once they reached the throne chamber, Corvus stood up soundlessly and saluted at his liege, standing still not unlike a statue. Nagorm nodded at him curtly, and looked over at Snowmane.
Post by
Atik
Phillip
The Voracity
Phillip smiled at Snowmane, feeling his heart rate increase as he looked at her.
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Post by
Atik
Evora
Plaguelands
Evora came stepping up, rubbing her head. "What about me?" She asked, her sword over-saturated with ghostly essance that left it glowing grren.
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