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The Killing Games {Open RP}
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Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Isabel / Richard Price, Talon, Locke Weinhart
Location:
Karazhan / Deadwind Pass - Outside Karazhan
"Indeed they are," Isabel said, breaking a sweat trying to keep up with the images.
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Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Isabel / Richard Price, Talon, Locke Weinhart
Location:
Karazhan / Deadwind Pass - Outside Karazhan
"I would assume up. Towers go up? Yes?" Isabel muttering the last part. She continued upward, fearing if she had gone the wrong way.
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Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Isabel / Richard Price, Talon, Locke Weinhart
Location:
Karazhan / Deadwind Pass - Outside Karazhan
A howl echoed through the halls Isabel and the group traveled in. She shuddered at the thought of where it came from.
"I hope we don't see that thing," she said quietly, trudging on.
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Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Isabel Price / Locke Weinhart, Richard Price, Talon
Location:
Karazhan / Outside Karazhan
It would be here that Isabel would find out who she is, or, who she was. Some unseeable force pulled her towards the place that would give her answers. The only
thing
in the universe that held the answer to Isabel's questions was Ysolde. A friend? An enemy? Or would she never know?
Were her intentions pure? Did Isabel intend this journey to be about stopping the legendary Killing Games or was she purely looking for the knowledge of herself. Ever since that fateful day when she was snatched out of Deathwing's sundering of the world only to live as an amnesiac priest several months later.
Was it worth it? Was it worth losing her child? Was it worth losing her husband? The Killing Games had already killed her life. Isabel was a lifeless husk searching for her past that she could never rebuild. It was now her goal to kill Ysolde no matter the cost. Kill the woman she believed to have caused not only her own suffering, but the suffering of those she loved most, as well as the suffering of the rest of the world.
Isabel would end it. She had the key locked inside of her mind, all she needed was a spark of memory to remember it.
Isabel turned to Nova, "Alone, we are all weak. But together, we are an unstoppable force to be reckoned with. You're the most important person in this group, Nova. You remind us old people who we're fighting for." Isabel knelt down to her and smiled. "Let's go."
Isabel fell in line with the rest of the army.
'Ysolde, you are going down.'
Richard's thoughts were cloudy. He could not separate between the memories of his own body, and those of Locke' Weinhart's. His eyes glowed a faint fel green along with his faithful companion Talon and his mind control master Locke. Richard fought Locke's control, but his body was weak. The only thing keeping him alive was the fel energy pulsating through his veins. His foot was mangled beyond repair, and the gash on his arm from a previous injury had reopened and was bleeding through his white shirt.
He would not survive the fight.
The Richard side of his mind anxiously twisted his wedding ring, while the mind infected with Locke's fel magic followed diligently behind his master. Talon, his ever faithful gryphon had fared better than Richard, flying smoothly alongside the midnight black gryphon that Locke rode.
All that mattered was saving Isabel from her inevitable fate. She deserved a life more than Richard. It was the least he could do for all she had done for him. He would fight for her, even if it means facing Locke and Ysolde head on.
He would save Isabel at the cost of his life.
'The Killing Games must end.'
~
Yes my pets. Soon this play shall end. The finale is approaching fast. And it shall end in a bang. Richard does not have long to live. Isabel holds the key to Ysolde's defeat. With Ysolde out of the way, as well as both of the Price's who will meet their untimely end, nothing can stop me from rising to power. My revenge shall be sweet.
And I shall become the Gamemaster.
Locke held his eyes tightly on the gryphon balcony of Karazhan.
Soon this will be finished. Soon.
Post by
Behelich
Character
:
Alexander Bowie
,
Wilhelm Meyer
,
Ahanu Whitehorn
, Jaws
Location
: Deadwind Pass
Alexander simply reached out, placing his hand on Nova's shoulder and squeezing reassuringly. Words were unnecessary here - the noble turned druid was going to see that the girl he came to see as a younger sister, or a nephew, would see this through. With or without him.
Ahanu murmured a quick prayer to An'she, cleansing his thoughts of any sort of tumult. His only regret was not having Lisciel at his side - but then again, the elf was where he was needed, and the sunwalker could not have been happier for his friend.
Wilhelm hesitantly reached to touch Isabel, but stopped halfway through, his hand shaking before he clenched it into a fist with a quiet, defiant growl.
The face of Hardcore Jaws was, as usual, unreadable.
Post by
Morec0
Characters:
Necrohunters
(
Vrem Dartskul
,
Alrissa Bonepeirce
,
Samantha Maranda
,
Jerrim Bonez
)
Location: Aghal Manor, Eastern Plaguelands
Vrem's eyes scanned the letter - or, more specifically, the invitation - reading each line carefully before he passed it onto Alrissa and then she passedd it to Samantha after reading it herself. The Lightslayer glared at the paper as she read the information, and then gruffly handed it to Jerrim. "It's a trap," the Samantha said. "There is no name from the sender the details of the reason for this are vauge. If we were to check in on this meeting, we would be walking straight into a trap."
"I agree," Alrissa said. "The potential risk is not worth it... On the other hand, if what the writer of this letter says is true we could have much to gain from attending this meeting. I think it requires a little more thought."
Jerrim spoke up. "I think...," the old alchemist trailed off for a moment. "I... I think... I... I think that the possibilities provided by this 'alliance' the writer speaks of requires looking into. The writer also mentions that he is in contact with Lady Shadowheart..."
Characters:
Shadowheart Disciples
(
Amanda the Shadowheart
,
Hannah Soultouched
,
Maria the Lightbender
,
Damion Plaguemoore
)
Location: Brill Chapel, Tirisfal Glades
"... 'I also have recently sent a letter to a mutual aquaintance of ours; Vrem Dartskul. I know about his Necrohunter group and the alliance your people have forged with him,'" Amanda read the letter aloud to her closest associates; Hannah and Maria - Damion was simply there to serve, as he always did, as a bodyguard for her and her followers.
"'An accord between the three of us - and I will not use my name because of a reputation I have gathered in past-times, one that I am actively seeking to undo - could mean dire things for the living of Azeroth and beyond. Should you be interested in hearing more, meet me and Mister Dartskul in Scholomance - I have recently come into acquisition of the property through means I rather not discuss on paper. I will eagerly be awaiting your arrival, Lady Shadowheart; Anonymous."
Amanda folded the paper up and put it in a drawer of her desk. "Summon Salvia and Hansel. We have a trip to make."
Characters:
Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret
,
Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
,
Blaine Jeret
Location: Karazhan, Deadwind Pass
Ivan wiped sweat from his brow. It was taking great concentration to keep the worgen side of him in-check, but he was managing. His sister had an easier time of it, able to use magic to supplement her own strength of will, and Blaine... Blaine had taken a route neither of the two elder Jerets would take, even if it was the best way to rid themselves of their other halves. They refused to admit that the Curse of the Worgen was something they simply had to live it, all curses, all disseases, had a cure. This one was no different.
Blaine looked around at the tower, awed by it's size and design. He was no magic user, but he could feel the power of this place coursing around him. It... it was incredible, and he could see the look on Krista's face that she felt the same way; but at the same time was terrified of it. After a moments thought; realization left him very much the same. This place was filled with power, grand power but also dark and terrible at the same time, what kinds of nightmares walked these halls... And what kind of person their quarry must have been to hide in here...
He shook the dread away as best he could. "So this is it," the youngest Jeret said. "This is the cullimation of our journey..."
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470415
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alexander Bowie, Wilhelm Meyer, Ahanu Whitehorn, Jaws
Location
: Deadwind Pass
P
LAYING WITH YOURSELF,
Y
SOLDE?
The voice of Hardcore Jaws was as dirty as the sound of stone slabs falling hard on a dusty marble floor gets.
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Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Isabel Price / Locke Weinhart, Richard Price, Talon
Location:
Karazhan / Outside Karazhan
"Ysolde . . ." Isabel whispered quietly. She attempted to move toward and across the chessboard.
"Dive!" Locke commanded, swooping downward to the gryphon nest that would almost certainly lead them to Ysolde's place of power.
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470415
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Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Isabel Price / Locke Weinhart, Richard Price, Talon
Location:
Karazhan / Karazhan
"Who are you, Ysolde?" Isabel screamed, raising her staff in defense of the elemental. "What are you trying to accomplish with these horrific games?" Isabel's anger swelled inside her. Seeing this person in blood and flesh, the culprit responsible for her pain . . .
"They can't be far now," Locke said, pushing his minions onward.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alexander Bowie, Wilhelm Meyer, Ahanu Whitehorn, Jaws
Location
: Deadwind Pass
Wilhelm stepped in front of Isabel, placing himself between the woman and the elemental. He gently blocked Isabel's way with an outstretched left arm, urging her to keep to the back of their small group.
His right arm was held outward, and a halo of fel flames was dancing around his closed fist, casting twisted shadows upon his pale, melancholic face with mismatching eyes.
N
OT EVEN RESORTING TO CHEATING HATH HELPED THE VERY MASTER OF THIS TOWER STOP THE ONSLAUGHT OF ADVENTURERS LIKE US.
Y
OU REALLY THINK YOURSELF EQUAL OR SUPERIOR TO THE SHADE OF THE LAST GUARDIAN? Jaws asked mockingly, twirling the legendary blade Sul'Thraze in his hand.
Post by
Morec0
Characters:
Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret
,
Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
,
Blaine Jeret
Location: Karazhan, Deadwind Pass
Blaine watched the woman warrily. She had caught that spell with ease, with barely any effort. What the death knight brought up about the Shade of Medivh was true - if the accounts of adventurers he had read were true, that was - but this was different, the Shade had been just that; a Shade. A lifeless, mind shadow of a person's former self. But Ysolde was a flesh and blood person; she could react on a higher level than a mere ghost, change strategies, tactics, and flee if need be...
Ivan had realized the same thing, and with sword in hand began to walk towards the nearest exit with the intent of blocking it. Krista had begun focusing arcane magic in preperation for the battle that was sure to come. Blaine himself reached for his daggers to do the same as his sister.
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