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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alec
Location
: Netherstorm
"Ugh."
Post by
Morec0
Character: Timothy Vrote
Location: Silvermoon(PKG)
A first of earth broke through the floor as Timothy willed it, knocking the woman off of him. A rocky tomb than forced itself up and around Dansha, keeping her trapped. "The Old Gods command that I, one of the sole beings to be blessed with their flesh, be the one to mate with her in order to produce a progeny so powerful, so pure of their flesh and blood, that it would be the end of this world! You, Dansha, still have a part to play in their designs.
"You, however," Vrote said, turning to Arroval and takign out his tonfa blade, "have no part in their designs. Had you not violated their flesh with your mortal seed than I would spare your life, but since your animal lust was unable to be controlled you have damned yourself to them." A spike of earth shot out from behind Karithel and peirced his left leg through the knee.
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Post by
Atik
Logan, Olet
Netherstorm
Logan let out a jolt and woke with a sudden start. "Wah happened?" He asked, suddenly falling forward out of the chair. "Ow..."
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Post by
Atik
Logan, Olet
Netherstorm
Logan took Ven's hand and stood shakily. "Thanks..." He said, shaking his head clear.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alec
Location
: Netherstorm
Alec glared at Logan.
Character
: Ahanu Whitehorn, Blood Lord Kareithel Arroval, Champion of Quel'Thalas, Defender of the Sunwell
Location
: Silvermoon (PKG) | Silvermoon, Arroval Estate
Arroval's smile darkened. He stood up, yanking the spike out of his knee. The wound glowed up with golden light before sealing without a trace, and in a second so did the armor.
"The might of the Sunwell is beyond your understanding," he spoke evenly, raising another hand. Numerous tendrils of pure Light erupted from it, flying through the air, looping around the cultists and searing them alive.
Ahanu growled something, unsheathed his gargantuan ax - and slashed at Timothy from behind.
Post by
Atik
Logan, Olet
Netherstorm
"Hmm?" Logan asked, confused.
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355559
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Post by
Atik
Logan, Olet
Netherstorm
"Oh..." Logan said, looking at Ven apologetically. "I get a bit... flirty when I'm drunk..."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alec
Location
: Netherstorm
"Yeah, a bit," Alec grumbled, looking away.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Timothy Vrote
Location: Silvermoon(PKG)
Timothy chuckled, using another pillar of earth to turn him enough so that the tauren's axe severed the tendrils of Light instead of his spine. Now free he summoned up more pillars which he quickly vanished behind, a hand of stone rising out from behind Arroval and attempting to crush him.
"The power of the Sunwell is nothing compared to that of beings that have existed before the Light was evena twinkle in the universe," Timothy's voice echoed through the room. "Your whole existance is nothing compared to them. Nothing to them. They could crush you in a heartbeat."
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ahanu Whitehorn, Blood Lord Kareithel Arroval, Champion of Quel'Thalas, Defender of the Sunwell
Location
: Silvermoon (PKG) | Silvermoon, Arroval Estate
"Master Whitehorn, repeat after me," Kareithel spoke.
"Blessed are those who stand against the wicked and the corrupt and do. Not.
Falter
!"
A nova of golden fire erupted from the Blood Lord, incinerating the stone hand. When the dust subsided, Kareithel was already wielding a long, thin two-handed sword, its edge black and covered with glowing red runes.
"Maybe, human, maybe. The thing is... You are not them," the Blood Lord told Timothy, calmly making his way across the room, cleaving the stone pillars with his sword one by one.
Ahanu joined the elf, trying to locate Timothy.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Timothy Vrote
Location: Silvermoon(PKG)
The Twilight Master forced the dwarf off of him and then vanished behind the remaining pillars. Timothy then attacked from behind the Blood Lord, the tendrils of his mutated hand wrapped around Arroval's sword arm as Vrote placed his tonfa blade to the blood elf's neck. "Scream," he whispered in Karithel's ear, "for it is all you can do." Summoning up the blessing of the Old Gods once more, Vrote channeled their horrible insanity through himself and into Arroval. Thoughts and images of undescribable madness entered the blood elf's mind, clouding it and forcing its way to be all that he could see.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ahanu Whitehorn, Blood Lord Kareithel Arroval, Champion of Quel'Thalas, Defender of the Sunwell
Location
: Silvermoon, Arroval Estate
Kareithel's left hand grabbed Vrote's weapon arm's wrist and began squeezing with inhumane strength, crushing the bones into dust. His right foot went down hard on Timothy's, effectively pinning it to the floor, and his skull slammed into the geomancer's nose.
"Really. Visions of insanity. You employ them against someone who has been Argona's consort for
years
. Are you really that daft?"
Ahanu growled and grabbed the tonfa with his gauntleted hands, preventing it from slitting the elf's throat.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Richard/Ilia
Location: Netherstorm
"So all that was because he was drunk?"
Illia thought as she picked up the pup and placed her lap as she sat down gently petting the pup.
Post by
Atik
Logan, Olet
Netherstorm
"Didn't expect those last four or five to push me that far..." Logan admitted, freeing his hand from Ven's and walking over to Illia.
"She is a cute puppy, isn't she?" He asked, smiling.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Timothy Vrote
Location: Silvermoon(PKG)
Years!
Timothy thought.
That is not possible... unless...
Of course
.
He grabbed a chemical vial out of the pounch on his belt and threw it to the ground, it shattered and filled the air with fumes toxic to all but him - another blessing of his masters. "We will meet again, Lord Arroval. Very, very soon." The troll mage, beaten but still alive, teleported all remaining cultists away from the scene of battle.
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