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Post by
Joemaster240
Zezi
Silvermoon
She stood there looking at the ground, waiting for nightbane to do something, hit her, leave or something. She was scared now....maybe she had taken it too far....maybe she had done too much....what if she had really hurt nightbane by doing that. "I'm sorry." She said again. "I shouldn't have done anything..."
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Aldos/Illia/Sharadon
Location: Silvermoon
Illia watched the two wondering what would happen next. Sharadon stepped closer to Zezi but stopped when he noticed Isundraa wasn't moving instead he moved back to Isundraa and stood beside her.
Aldos followed Pyro away from flamehowls house and threw the city till they ended up in Farstrider's square where he saw warriors training. "Why are we here?" He said looking at Pyro. The core hound looked around and shrugged.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Silvermoon
"Finally, joor words begin makin' sense," the troll smiled.
Post by
Joemaster240
Zezi
Silvermoon
"I...i didn't hurt you with that slap did I?" Zezi asked looking up from the floor.
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355559
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Post by
Monday
Characters:
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
/Antharios Sunflame/Fundaen Orebeard
Location: Silvermoon
"Do mine ears deceive me?" Flamehowl asked in mock surprise.
Character: Khaz Stumpfoot
Location: Dalaran
Khaz stepped out of the rift, and dodged a fireball. "I've got the Eye! Deal with these fools and lets get out of here!" Khaz yelled towards Dag'rema, then shot a mage with his shotgun.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Silvermoon
"Sh-sh, joo'll ruin everythin'," Ga'Crane hissed at Flamehowl with exaggerated maliciousness, then smiled to Zezi. "Nicely done, lil' one," he whispered into her ear.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Dag'rema
Location: Dalaran
Dag'rema nodded and began drawing back, still holding up her shield, turning the power of the staff to the use of holding the barrier up.
With her other hand she tore open a portal roughly thirty feet behind them, concentrating hard on scrambling its threads through several dozen ley nexuses in an effort to make it difficult to trace.
Post by
Joemaster240
Zezi
Silvermoon
"you really think i didn't go too far?" She whispered in Ga's ear.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Silvermoon
"Joo're standin' 'ere alive and well, so definitely no."
Post by
Joemaster240
Zezi
Silvermoon
She nodded there. "Guess i can't disagree with that...but i still feel bad." She whispered.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Silvermoon
"Joo'll get over it soon. And it's better dan if joo felt good after slappin' 'er, eh? Everythin's just fine, Zez."
Post by
Joemaster240
Zezi
Silvermoon
She nodded. "So where are we going?" She asked.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Silvermoon
"Dey were supposed to decide it while we were eatin', Ah think," the troll shrugged.
Post by
Monday
Character: Khaz Stumpfoot
Location: Dalaran
Khaz jumped through the newly created rift.
Post by
Atik
Silvia Lightdoom, Chomper
Booty Bay
Few had survived from Dag'rema's cult after the incident in Netherstorm, and those few survivors had been spread far and wide.
Silvia was one of those survivors. Once a Draenei elegent in the arcane arts, she had possessed a sort of "natural" beauty, the kind she would never need to work for.
But the powers of Dag'rema were just too amazing and inticing, they lured Silvia in and seduced her into Fel magics. She gave in to what she had fought against all her life; she embraced the title of Eredar, and loved herself for it.
But power did not come free, the Fel had twisted her form into something strange and demonic. She now worked hard to keep her aparence pleasing and seductive. Early each day, she would shave down the two large forehead spikes between and just above her eyes. She would straighten down her otherwise spikey hair, and she would gloss herself with make-up.
She would be sure she looked good upon her reunion with Dag'rema. She would aproach her master, a large army of lesser demons amassed behind her. Silvia planned to bow before her master and offer her services once more.
She would conquor it all by Dag'rema's side.
The small wolf made it's way through the Inn, carefully avoiding everyone. It wouldn't be the most uncommon sight, wolves were commonly domesticated animals in the Eastern Kingdoms.
Chomper sniffed about, in an attempt to find the room of his master. He stopped suddenly, as he realized another sniffing had joined his. The wolf turned to see a mastiff sniffing around him.
The dog growled, knowing something was wrong with the wolf it had sniffed. Chomper opened his mouth, revealing what, for a moment, seemed to be a black void. Five long, black tendrils shot out and gripped the mastiff. Chomper dragged the other dog in and devoured it before even a yelp escaped.
The wolf turned and entered a room. Hooves tapped against wood as the tall Eredar woman who was his master prepared for her day.
Silvia spun, looking into the handheld mirror carefully and attempting to see herself from all angles. She smiled, convinced that she was irresistable. She practically wanted to reach in the mirror and kiss herself.
She looked down as Chomper pranced in, shedding his wolf illusion and revealing his true form as a small felhound. The final minion of her small army from Netherstorm. She reached down and pet her precious companion.
"It's okay boy..." she whispered, a manipulative and dark voice, "...I have a good feeling about today."
Post by
Patty
Character: Trinxy Darkboomer
Location: Silithus
One of the few survivors of the attack against Dag'rema in Netherstorm, Trinxy is a novice, young warlock who's become disenchanted with the world she was born into and lived in - she would help re-establish a new, fairer world order where your money didn't matter, or your talents with tinkering (both of which she lacked).
She wears a simple black robe and a purple hooded cloak, and stands at around 3'4. The goblin has a fairly pale green skintone and wears her blue-black hair in a ponytail which sweeps to her right hand side. She has a traditional ritualist's dagger, a knife referred to as 'catalyst' in her books on the Dark Arts, and a simple summoner's stave on her back. A little impatient at times, the goblin can come across as ditzy quite easily.
'...n' a nice bit of ash!'
she read aloud, bobbling over to her desk to grab a small ceramic mortar, which she placed on the floor.
"....Runes o' containment, yep, runes o' focusing..." she peered to the far corner of her dingy little room and nodded. "uhuh, an' the fluffy bunny - check!" Trinky plopped the sleeping critter in the middle of her runed circle, and traced a verdant finger over the blood-stained, aging pages. The goblin then kneeled, and began chanting in Eredun as instructed, tracing her ritualist's dagger across her entraced runes. At the rune of awakening, the final rune, the goblin winced as she sliced her hand, and let her crimson blood drip over the rune.
She then made her way over to the centre of her rune-sealed circle, for the circle was the most perfect and complete shape for all creatures, and kneeled as she placed Catalyst there, next to her critter. This particular Catalyst had been traced from one cultist, within Silithus, whom had betrayed and killed another for their ascendancy to their cracked up gods. A scroll was read aloud, telling of a fire some ten years ago which had killed a human family in Lordaeron, and her runes began to glow. The demons heard her.
She grabbed her summoner's staff, and channeled fel magic into her runes. Draining though this was, Trinxy knew what she was doing. She could feel the disorder of the Nether flowing in her body, but the warlock knew that she must pump this into the ritual, lest her soul be ripped apart.
"I know that'cha can hear me, creatures of the dark! Come to me, imps! Let chaos reign, eat your babies an' take this world for your own! I am your most humble summoner, let me help ya out!" ...she was sure this was the gist of what she was supposed to do, and gulped for a second.
The ash sizzled, and catalyst glowed an eerie green. The runes were alight with beams of purple and red light, intermingling into the mortar.
BAM!
Black smoke erupted from her ceramic bowl, and Trixzy choked on the foul fumes.
"Hey, sweetcheeks." the demon grinned, standing a little over one foot tall. "What can I do you for?"
"I need ya' help, really." she said calmly, peering at the imp,
her
imp.
"What with, honey? I can burn, bite, fight and - WHAT IN HELL'S NAME IS THAT?" the imp looked furious, his beady black eyes shimmered with anger and flames appeared in his hands. "I don't like little cute things. Nice things.
That
is an abomination!" he pointed at the rabbit, and the warlock couldn't help but facepalm. She was to
avoid
putting something nice in the circle. Two months of preparation, for nothing.
"H - Hold on! Ya' can eat it, while it's still alive! G - Gobble the little bunny up! How's about that?" she blurted out, not wanting to fight the demonic creature.
"Oh, so you can beat me up while I'm chewing on its little cute fluffy ears? No way, sweetie. I'm goin' back home! You're trying to sweet talk me, like all the others, then enslave me! Not this time!" the imp jumped, and ran out of the runic circle before Trinxy had time to react.
The goblin groaned, and ran after the creature. If it strayed too far from her summoning sphere, it would return to the Nether.
Snapping open her book as the chased the little demon, she yelled the true names of all recorded imps, hoping to get him to stop. "Murdrig, Pimbig, Dinzag, Fizzle!" she called at the top of her voice. Some thirty yards ahead of her, the imp screeched and began running faster.
"
Fizzle
!" the goblin yelled more assertively this time, and the imp tried to stop itself - but ran right into a bust of Cho'gall, and collapsed. "Not quite how I wanted it to go, but it'll do." she shrugged, dragging the unconcious imp back towards her room and her ritual.
Post by
Joemaster240
Zezi
Silvermoon
She stood there awhile. "Wait....what about the people in the basement? Are they coming with us?" She asked remembering that Snowmane and the strange undead were down there. "I'll go down and check on them." She said heading down into the basement.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Dag'rema
Location: Dalaran
Dag'rema arrived on the other side, looking for Khaz.
Character: Snowmane, Gurka
Location: Silvermoon
"Well, I was wanting to go to Orgrimmar," Gurka spoke up. "But after hearing that Vashadya might know where Dag'rema is, let's hear that."
Snowmane looked up. "Who're you?" she asked groggily, seeing an adult troll walking down the stairs.
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