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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Blaine Jeret
, Private Austin Ryan / Judge Malthred
Location: Dalaran, The Violet Hold / Krogen's Manor, Cape of Stranglethorn
"So someone might want him out of the picture," Blaine mused. "But clearly having him imprisoned wasn't enough. The question is; why not just kill him right here then?" He shook his head. "Happy family or not, whoever it was needs him alive for something - whether or not this is the work of the Games' employees."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alexander, Wilhelm Meyer
Location
: Violet Hold
"I can only hope that Ysolde's mannequins were sent to dispose of Locke, too, making his liberator an enemy of our enemy," Alexander mused.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Blaine Jeret
, Private Austin Ryan,
Morec; House of Rivendare
/ Judge Malthred
Location: Dalaran, The Violet Hold / Krogen's Manor, Cape of Stranglethorn
"So that leaves two questions; do we still need him, and does he pose a threat even if in the hands of someone else." Blaine looked into the cell. "Three, if we plan on finding out where the portal goes."
"Do I smell a road trip?" Morec said, walking up to the group of living. "Sorry, did I interrupt something?" He smiled.
"You!" Blaine said, snarling at the death knight and switching to the worgen form. It was that death knight from Gilneas, the one that had gotten Ivan exiled!
"Yes, me!" Morec laughed. "Wait... that's not a good thing, is it?"
One of the mages walked up to Malthred. "Sir, the portal has been redirected as you ordered. They'll appear somewhere near Booty Bay should they attempt to cross through."
"Good," Malthred said, nodding. "Very good."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alexander, Wilhelm Meyer
Location
: Violet Hold
Wilhelm looked up at Morec.
"Wish I didn't know who you are," the warlock groaned. The day's been gradually becoming less and less pleasant.
"Huh?"
"Out of all death knights we just have to deal with an insane one," Wilhelm grumbled angrily.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Blaine Jeret
, Private Austin Ryan,
Morec; House of Rivendare
/ Judge Malthred
Location: Dalaran, The Violet Hold / Krogen's Manor, Cape of Stranglethorn
"He's not just insane," Blaine barked. "He's a sociopath. A murdering madman responsible for who knows howmany deaths."
"Hey!" Morec interjected. "You ever stop to think that maybe it's you who's crazy and me who's normal?"
"But you are crazy..."
"Ha! I know that! But they don't! That's the beauty of it!"
"No, I'm pretty sure they do."
"Yeah." The death knight jabbed Armageddon into the ground and leaned on it. "So, what's up dawg?" He laughed. "Get it? Because at least three of you... aw, nevermind." He continued to chuckle regardless.
Blaine snarled, snapping his jaws as Morec. If only Dalaran was a sanctuary area for both Alliance, Horde, and psychopaths, he would have torn the death knight apart then and there.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alexander, Wilhelm Meyer
Location
: Violet Hold
"Jeret."
Alexander put his hand on the worgen's shoulder and squeezed.
"Don't give in to its provocation - it's what it wants you to do. Once it's gone, we'll talk about the situation - but not now."
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Blaine Jeret
, Private Austin Ryan,
Morec; House of Rivendare
/ Judge Malthred
Location: Dalaran, The Violet Hold / Krogen's Manor, Cape of Stranglethorn
"Hey!" Morec yelled, stamping his foot against the ground. "I may be dead, but I'm not that dead! I still have a gender; I'm a man, man!" He then murmured; "although the same can't be said for at least half of the women in this world." He shuddered.
"And if you're going to wait 'till I'm gone, go ahead! I'm goin' to be here a while! Where do I have to go?" He laughed a little more.
Blaine snarled at the death knight again, then nodded. However, it was still clear that all he wanted to do was tear the death knight apart.
Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Isabel and Locke Weinhart
Location:
Dalaran - Violet Hold , Krogen's Manor - Cape of Stranglethorn
Isabel looked at Wilhelm with distant eyes, before turning with her staff drawn.
"Leave death knight, you are not welcome here."
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Blaine Jeret
, Private Austin Ryan,
Morec; House of Rivendare
/ Judge Malthred
Location: Dalaran, The Violet Hold / Krogen's Manor, Cape of Stranglethorn
"Here's the funny thing; I'm not welcome anywhere." Morec laughed. "But I show up anyway, it's called 'puncuality'... I think... Meh, I was never very good at vocabularly." He looked past them, seeing what appeared to be an empty cell. "Let me guess; a prisoner of value to the lot of you, which you had stored under the watchful eye of the Kirin Tor for safekeeping, has escaped by means of another and you're all trying to decide whether or not to pursue him?
"The last part may not have come up yet."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alexander, Wilhelm Meyer
Location
: Violet Hold
"It knows too much," Alexander stated, looking somewhere between the insane death knight's eyes. "Maybe the wretched thing is in league with them, hm?"
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Blaine Jeret
, Private Austin Ryan,
Morec; House of Rivendare
/ Judge Malthred
Location: Dalaran, The Violet Hold / Krogen's Manor, Cape of Stranglethorn
"No, I'm not in league with anyone," Morec replied, "I'm just crazy. By the way; none of you would happen to have one of these, would you?" He brought out his invitation to the Games and waved it around. "Anyone? Anyone at all." He looked a broom. "How about you, sir?" He laughed.
Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Isabel
Location:
Dalaran - Violet Hold
"You're not worth our time," Isabel said flatly. She flanked his right, ready to strike of necessary. "Friend or foe guys?"she asked the others, her tone shifting slightly.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Jaws
Location
: Shalandis Isle
Cyrus held up his hand, the whole of felfire getting sucked into his open palm. The felblood lifted his hood just enough to lick his fingers and smile.
"Jawthie, finish the traitorouth wretcheth."
A shudder came across the whole of the island, and a wailing wind rose, its howls carrying unmistakeable aura of agony. The death knight raised his hands and jerked his head back, staring into the sky. The glow inside his eyes became a lot brighter, and but a nanosecond passed before two parallel beams of unholy light erupted from his eyesockets, piercing the sky in the eye of the gathering storm. Five lightning bolts came down on the ground, forming a perfect pentacle around Hardcore Jaws. Up from the smoking impact points rose rifts in time-space continuum, connecting Shalandis Isle to a place only known to those walking the paths of the dead. Five thin streams of dust flew out of the rifts, spiralling around the undead elf. Soon, the death knight's whole figure was obscured by the veil, and it continued to grow until reaching a mature dragon's wingspan in height and in width.
Another thunder closed the rifts and the form behind the veil solidified. The monstrosity that came to sight would have been made of bones if creatures with skeletons large and twisted enough to hold them existed. It stood on three pillars that looked like gnarled, fossilized roots of a tree capable of reaching Vordrassil's scale if it did not die before its time. From what could only, for the lack of a better word, be called the monstrosity's torso, eight long arachnatid-like limbs grew, each ending with a clawed five-fingered hand size of a tauren. An oblong skull crowned the construct, the glow in the eyesockets burning so brightly it hurt even to look at it. Bypassing the ears, a booming voice screwed itself into the Krogen's accomplices' brains.
Y
OU HAVE BOTHERED US LONG ENOUGH.
With a speed unreachable by mortals, one of the limbs darted through the air to the sensor, grabbing him and crushing his body in a relentless grip, his bones making an echoing cracking sound as they were destroyed. Another limb descended upon the captain, the thumb and the index finger closing on his head and turning his skull to nothing but stains on the silvery-white surface. The rest of the spellbreakers were punished for deserting their land in favor of a non-elf in a similar manner - talons came through their stomachs, turning their spinal cord and internal organs to nothing and leaving a hole as wide as their heads in their wake.
((Seriously, elves are now slaves, huh? And can be presented like inanimate objects? And
of course
they all are conveniently spellbreakers. CSB.
Enjoy your overkill "and a pizza in thirty minutes or it's free".))
Character
: Kareithel
Location
: Silvermoon
The door opened and the tall, massive figure of the Blood Lord appeared in front of the Justicar. Arroval was dressed in a casual, ascetic black and red apparel, and deep shadows lay beneath his eyes, hinting of sleepless nights.
"I will comply with greatest pleasure the moment I see your papers, Kelsian," he said softly, after spending several seconds to lure the justicar's name out of his memory. "You know how it is, protocol must be maintained," he added almost apologetically.
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Post by
Behelich
((zOMG TEH HYPER!
Yeah, sure, why not))
Character
: Ahanu
Location
: Darrowshire
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH yourself. Turn Evil."
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470415
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ahanu
Location
: Darrowshire
Ahanu sighed, leaning on his axe.
"Apparently,
no
one here needs to be saved from the Games," he said thoughtfully. "Or at least no one
wants
to be saved," he added.
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