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The Killing Games {Open RP}
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Character:
Richard Price, Talon / Locke Weinhart / Isabel
Location:
Dalaran / Locke's Lair - Silithus / Booty Bay - Stranglethorn
Nursed arrived in to the room only moments after the fake nurse had left. They towered over the bodies of Richard and Talon, taking vitals and trying to keep them alive. They were able to stabilize Talon with only minor inconveniences. but Richard's case was a whole other story. His life was slowly fading from his body, with the detachment from the magical machine. His breathing was heavy, his thoughts meager.
'Richard . . .'
A familiar presence entered his head.
'Close to death are we Richard? Pathetic. You lay on a bed, dying from your injuries, while your sweet loved one approaches the long waited finale.'
Richard's life faded quickly, "Go away."
'I can save you. Let me in Richard. We both want Ysolde dead. Your wife has the key has the secret of killing her. Let me help you. Let me take you to your wife. Let us kill Ysolde.'
Far too weak to survive Locke's intrusions, Richard's eyes began to glow an emerald green, along with his feathery friend Talon. A gasp let out in the room as the bodies disappeared completely, leaving nothing but dirtied sheets on the beds.
~
Richard and Talon phased in to the lair, both collapsing to the ground upon their entry. Locke stood over them, with a smile on his face. "I am not using you Richard, I merely need your help in destroying Ysolde. And only with my . . . help, will your body be able to survive to live another day." Locke handed Richard some crutches, and picked him off of the ground. Talon also meagerly stood up, both of their eyes glowing green.
"I just want my Isabel back."
"Then let us go swiftly. Karazhan may very well be her final resting point."
~
Isabel sighed, "Give me a break." She rushed past the group that was forming, flipped a few gold coins in the flightmaster's direction, grabbed a gryphon, and she was off in the direction of Karazhan.
'I'm coming for you Ysolde.'
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Behelich
Character
:
Wilhelm Meyer
,
Alexander Bowie
Location
: Booty Bay
A vine erupted from the floor, grabbing the blood elf and slamming her into a wall.
"I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" Alexander growled, making his way to the flight master through a shower of slivers - none of which was of any danger for Rhey or Nova, though - and handing the money for the ride over, followed closely by Wilhelm.
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Behelich
Character
:
Wilhelm Meyer
,
Alexander Bowie
Location
: Booty Bay
Bowie restrained from breaking Corwell's arm - but only because he spun around, summoning a vine that slashed at the elf, slamming her into a wall again.
"Leave now, foul warlock - no offense, Wilhelm."
"None taken," Meyer shrugged lightheartedly.
Meanwhile, Arc'Arahm lifted his gargantuan ax to Corwell's throat.
"I'd stay away from the commotion if I were you," the 9' felguard said almost pleasantly.
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Behelich
Character
:
Wilhelm Meyer
,
Alexander Bowie
Location
: Booty Bay
The druid growled, irritated, when the pommel met his head. No matter how thick his skull was, it hurt nonetheless.
"We're leaving already," Bowie growled, barely restraining himself from tearing Corwell limb from limb. Keeping a close eye on the elf he proceeded to the gryphon pens, rubbing the back of his head.
"Good thing I'll vanish into the Nether once my liege is far enough away. That means I can stay here for now and see to it no one does anything stupid... At least, not anymore," Arc'Arahm chuckled, stepping between Corwell and the druid's allies.
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Behelich
Character
:
Wilhelm Meyer
,
Alexander Bowie
Location
: Booty Bay
"And I care so much about your opinion, I really do," Alexander retorted, mounting the nearest gryphon and glancing over his shoulder to check Nova and Rhey were following. Wilhelm raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.
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Behelich
Character
:
Wilhelm Meyer
,
Alexander Bowie
Location
: Booty Bay
"Onward," Bowie commanded, not caring to see if the Jerets were as much as near the flightmaster at least. Wilhelm didn't know how he was supposed to be feeling about the druid's mood darkening gradually, so he decided to give it some thinking on their way to the Ivory Tower.
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Behelich
Character
:
Ahanu Whitehorn
Location
: Silvermoon City
Ahanu paced to the training grounds outside of the Order's HQ, occasionally exchanging a reserved yet genuinely friendly nod with some of the blood knights. He folded his arms on his chest, watching the children of blood training their martial skills.
Frosty hovered at Ailya's side, jingling excitedly from time to time.
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