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Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Sylos
Location: Felwood
Nightmare landed on a bridge in the meddle of felwood. "Wait here i won't be long." Sylos said as he proceded into the woods. He summond his imp back. "Where here and know you ca have some fun." At those words the imp laughed and started running around him as he walked along the lake. "Hello nimby, you have something of mine." He said as he aproched the warlock. "I don't know what you mean blood elf." The gnome said as he started to walk backwords. Out of nowhere an imp ran at him yelling his head off. "Take care of him firecraker ill deal with the gnome." And with the last word the two imps started fighting. "You can't have it it's mine." The gnome said throwing a shadow bolt at him. Sylos dodged it and threw his own hitting him in the chest. He walked to the gnome standing over him and said. "You could have lived if you just handed over the stone." He picked up the green stone in the gnomes hand and turned around to see firecracker standing there. "You win?" "That imp got nothing on me." the imp said following Sylos back to the bridge. He climbed back onto nightmare and said. "Take us to thunderbluff."
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Post by
Adamsm
Character:
Tahlia Martin
Location:
Thunderbluff, Mulgore
"It's alright Elder Winterstorm, but please, call me either Magus Martin or just Martin. I have never been a 'lady'." Tahlia said with a small chuckle. She took a seat and looked around, surprised by the comforts within the tent.
"As for what I've learned... since the Cataclysm, when my father vanished in the Great Sea, I have tracked him across Eastern Kingdoms at first, searching through the Highlands and the like, as his ship was heading towards Stromguarde. But once all the leads led to nothing, I recieved a message from an ex-Kirin Tor member, who told me she had seen my father within Silithus.... before the Twilight Hammer began their purge." She sighed there, shuddering slightly as she remembered the insanity of the beings there, and absently rubbed her side where a cultist had smashed her ribs with a heavy mace.
"Since Silithus, I have been traveling around, looking for an evidence I can find about..." Tahlia trailed off, then looked at the Tauren. "Now, Elder Winterstorm, your letter said that a plainwalker found something interesting in Desolace? Is that correct?" She asked the Druid, trying to keep the hope from her voice.
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Post by
Adamsm
Character:
Tahlia Martin
Location:
Thunderbluff, Mulgore
"Hmm." Tahlia said, taking the bottle and carefully opening it, letting a small scroll fall into her hand. She quickly scanned it, checking for any trace and kept her face expressionless as she sensed similiar magic on it.... magic like her own.
She carefully unfurled it, and looked it over before sighing. "Blast, it's his writing so I know he's alive but.... it's just about the regrowth within Desolace, how the land is recovering. I think he meant to send it to the Cenarions....." She trailed off, then placed the scroll on the ground and closed her eyes, her hands aglow as she cast a simple spell over the paper, slowly translating it into trade common so that both Night Elves and Tauren would beable to read it.
"I know that most of the Circle in the north, fighting at Hyjal, but if you can try to get this to them?" She asked the Elder who nodded, and Tahlia smiled holding out her hand. "Thank you Elder Winterstorm. This at least let's me know he was alive 2 months ago. Before I leave, is there anything I can do for you to thank you for this?" She asked, pulling her hood back up over her head.
Post by
BuryYourDead
Nethling
Onyxia's Lair
"Well, im off to Stretch my Wings!" Nethling announced loudly, leaving the cave, after being stuck, waiting for Deathwing. Just as he left the cave, a large black dragon made his approach. "Or not..." Nethling muttered, re-entering. "Guess whos finally here, everyone?" Nethling announced, retaking his place in the cave.
((Tauman, ill let you RP with Deathwing in this thread while he makes his speech))
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Adamsm
((ooc - no. talk for him for the speech.))
Post by
Morec0
(( No, not Scourge, but close enough ))
Character: Morec, House of Rivendare
Location: The Ebon Hold
Description: After the Battle for Light's Hope Chapel, Morec pledged his soul to the Destruction of the Lich King and the Scourge. But, after the goal was realized, Morec found himself lost in a deep depression. Now that the Lich King was dead, what porpose did he, or any other members of the Ebon Blade, serve? We join the story in Progress.
- Morec looked out over the Plaguelands. He was glad the Lich King was gone, there was no mistaking that, but now that he was, what was the porpose of his kind? The Cataclysm had ripped the land assunder, that was evident even here. But was there any place for him in this new, shattered world?
- He gripped his fist in hate. Why was he think like this? His other brother and sister Death Knights were out aiding the Horde or the Alliance, whichever they had originated from. Why was he the only one having these thoughts.
- He snapped his fingers and opened a doorway of dark energy. If there was any place for his kind, then he would find it. And what better place to find it then in the Horde's capital.
- He walked through the portal into Orgrimmar.
(( Don't know if anyone's there, but I'll head to Thunder Bluff or something soon ))
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Adamsm
((ooc - alright, this wasn't suppose to be an open war thing.... i never should have opened the black flight....))
Post by
Morec0
Character: Morec, House of Rivendare
Location: Durotar
- "Unhand me!" Morec yelled, and tried to fight the two burly orcs off. "I demand enterence to Orgrimmar!"
- "You not getting in, undead," one of the orcs said. "You not strong like orc or tauren."
- "Yeah, what Gort said!" said the second.
- The carried him up the zepplin tower and tied his arms and legs together. The two then threw him onto the zepplin. "It back to Undercity for you!" Gort said.
- The zepplin pulled away, and the two orcs started laughing. But as it got farther and farther away, they stopped. "Um, Gart?" Gort asked the other orc. "Why da Undercity zepplin go towards Tunder Bluff?"
- "Daaaa.... I dunno, Gort." The two stood looking in confusion as the zepplin flew farther, and farther into the distance.
...
- Morec's unholy power burned through the ropes to the point where he was able to break them. He looked over the side of the zepplin, it was high up now, if he tried to jump he's die.
-
Looks like I'm going to have to wait untill the trip to Thunder Bluff is over
, Morec thought, so he sat back and relaxed.
((Edit: Where is everyone?))
Post by
Zenanor
Name: Hebry Runedagger.
Location: Ratchet.
Hebry is a male human rouge from the lands of Arathi.He has the average size of a human. He wears dark-grey leather but his hair i white. Something he inheritated from his father. When his fathers farmstead was destroyed and the rest of his family killed by orcs he started traveling the world, so he could raise funds and rebuild the farm. In the first few months of his traveling he had a rough time even getting food since no one would give him a job. So he started to steal and fight for money. After a few months living in that way realized that fighting was just him, but he wanted a purpose and now he is living as a mercenary.
He uses two runed daggers as weapon but alsohas some other tricks. He also has a medalion of neutrality, which he stole in Booty Bay.
Hebry walked into the tavern and over the the innkeeper, past a few goblins busy fixing a big hle in the wall.
"Do you have any intact beds for the night vacant?" Hebry asked. "Five gold and you get a meal with it." the goblin replied. Hebry paid the the goblin and asked: "Anything new happened around, and don't say 'the cataclysm'". "Well a human with glowing eyes made an orcs arm explode, but thats all"
Post by
Patty
Character: Narissa
Location: Orgrimmar.
Narissa is a fairly average Blood Elf. With a thin frame, and the green eyes associated with her race, this mage's fair hair and pale skin look almost eerie. In the Second War, her father, a magi of Dalaran, was hacked to death by the Orcs when he was part of the defence of Quel'thalas. Her mother, a Farstrider, went beyond the Dark Portal for revenge, and has not returned.
She moved to Orgrimmar around two years ago, sick of Silvermoon.
"You no strong. You move now. Tauren and Orc only land is this. You go now. Bye, bye, Elfy." Said a large Orc male. Orgrimmar had changed, the Warsong flag was now draped in the city and those deemed "weak" by Garrosh were being evicted.
"Well, I don't want to go." Replied the Sin'dorei.
"Go, or have an axe put through you. It's warchief's orders." Said a female grunt.
"I'm sure you would be dead before an axe was through me." Said Narissa, conjuring a small flame in her hand.
"Okay, okay. Scary lady, put out fire." Said the Male Orc, frightened. "We give you time to get things. You fly to Thunder Bluff."
"You'll regret this..."
Thought the Elf, going back to her house to gather her belongings.
Post by
Adamsm
((ooc - alright, worse cames to worse, you can send a message to tahlia Karashk.))
Character:
Tahlia Martin
Location:
Thunderbluff, Mulgore
Tahlia waved goodbye to the Elder Tauren as she left the tent, leaving a small bag of gold behind for the information. Sighing, the half-elf looked around and stepped into the shadows as a pair of Tauren guards, bearing the symbol of the Warsong, moved past her, the two talking in low voices.
The mage looked around, then up at the sky, gauging the time.
Hmm, almost dusk. Guess I should get some food first then call for Windrider and head off to Desolace. I can atleast look through the remains of the posts and see if there's any further clues about my father there.
She thought, heading towards the non-Tauren eating area, where one could actually get some meat.
Post by
Patty
Character: Narissa
Location: Orgrimmar
"I never realised I had this many clothes!"
Thought the Elf, dragging her belongings behind her.
"Need a hand. 'mon?" Asked a tall Troll.
"Please! I'm sorry to be an inconvenience." She replied.
"No problems, you bein' evicted too, ya' say?" He enquired.
"Yes...I am not a physical brute like half the meat shields here!" Exclaimed the Elf, somewhat loudly. Orcs and Tauren around her were looking down at her.
"Ya' may want to be quiet, 'mon. 'Dey could cut us down like 'dat!" Said the troll, gesticulating wildly.
"Aren't you strong enough? After all - You are moving my collection of clothes from around Azeroth." Chuckled the Blood Elf.
"No, mon. 'Da Loa ain't powa'ful enough for 'dis Garrosh character. My name is Zalji, by 'da way. You?" He asked.
"Narissa. Narissa Goldweave." Said Narissa. "We are at the zeppelin tower."
Post by
Zenanor
Name: Hebry Runedagger.
Location: Ratchet.
Hebry returned to the tavern from a day of payed, manual labor. He had already payed his visit here. He walked an orc with an arm in bandages and a tauren with the tabard if Garrosh. What was happening to the horde? He asked the innkeeper if anything new had happened. Nothing, so he went to bed. It had been a tough day afteralll.
Post by
HiVolt
Character: Feng Greatpaw
Location: Pandaria
Feng sat quietly at the council table, listening to the bickering among the other clan leaders. They spoke of the rebuilding process for the coastal towns and villages that were hit by the tidal waves. But none spoke of the most troubling matter, the origin of the waves. He wondered quietly, half listening to the other Shodo-Pans.
Where could it have come from? Why have we not had word from the Settlement? The magnitude of the tsunami was immense. No waves have been recorded of that scale since...
Soon, the thoughts ate at his mind, focusing all his attention on them. Soon, he was snapped to attention by a tap on his shoulder.
"Feng, you seem troubled. What is it?"
Feng stood to emphasize the importance of the words he spoke.
"Indeed, I am troubled. We do not know what caused the tsunami, nor have we received word from the Settlement since it's occurrence. I fear that not only Pandaria was affected by the wave. I believe that something has happened, something terrible. The last time Pandaria was affected by such a tidal force was the Sundering. I fear that the lands we left behind so long ago, have been torn asunder once again."
The other Shodo-pans quietly took in the words, and they seemed to shrink a bit in their seats. One stood and spoke.
"You are correct, Feng. We have not seen destruction of this type since the Sundering. We must contact the Settlement. All of us have clan members there. We must know if they are safe."
The clan leaders began to argue once again, this time, not about resources or food, but about an expedition to the old world. Some wanted to send armies, other just scouts. As the debate roared, a rap came upon the table. And all quieted their voices. The Emporer had descended from his throne, and demanded quiet so he could be heard.
"We will send one. We do not know the origin of the tsunami, therefore, an army is unnecessary. But we cannot send a mere scout, the situation requires more than that. Feng, I wish for you to go. When you reach the Settlement, if there are survivors, return with them. If there are none continue and find out the cause of this calamity. If you do not return within a year's time, we will assume the worst."
Feng nodded and bowed before the Emporer.
"Yes, Emporer. I will not falter."
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As the boat neared the shore, Feng spotted the trail leading to the Settlement. Quickly, he unset the sail and dropped anchor, then gathered his supplies and put them into the lifeboat. He rowed to shore swiftly, landed his small craft, and placed his supplies in a secure spot away from the tide.
After finishing, he made his way up the mountain trail. He saw no smoke, no fresh tracks, nothing indicating that people had been in the area, at least not for months on end.
When he came to the area in which the Settlement was supposed to exist, he fell to his knees in horror. Everything was in ruins. Bones lay scattered over the ground, scorched to blackness. He roared out in anger, pain, rage and sadness, slamming his fists into the ground.
After a while of grief, he picked himself up and moved back down the mountain. He gathered his supplies into a pack, donned his Wardancer's Armor, and strapped his Shaktani Warblade to his back. Using his Pan-spear as a walking stick, he made his way into the mountains of Stonetalon.
Sun Rock Retreat is nearby, I hope that I can find some answers there.
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Post by
Dralas
Character: Thorlan Breaker
Location: Badlands
Thorlan is a male human warrior, in his early twenties with small noticable scars across his body. He carries a sword and shield along with a large assortment of other weapons, having learned to fight from beating back the forces of nature along with the recent events of the cataclsym.
Thorlan often only fights when he has to and tries to avoid it, but he also knows when to pick a fight instead of run. His temper is rather in good check since he's never been very aggressive, along with usually being rather persuasive. Thorlin wears plate armor on bits of him, but mostly mail armor so he can have agility.
Thorlan stood on top of a hill with his grappling hook, searching the land with his eyes for any possible spots to rest for the night. Lava would always seep into the cave he was in the day before, so he would always be on the move.
"Where are the Alliance forces... they've been gone so long..," Thorlan said to himself, running forward now.
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