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Persen
Teralon Starshade
Desolace
From the very top of a ruined, ancient tower in western Desolace a pair of old eyes gazed over the once so aptly named landscape. Something was milling in the distance, too far in the south for any humanoid to truly discern. The aged druid, lightly green-haired with strokes of white, stood frozen upon his high perch.
In the blink of an eye the night elf had disappeared. Atop the tower now sat an immensely large bird, black like a raven. It ruffled its feathers and twitched its head, looked around vigilantly. The storm crow then fixed its superior gaze in the south, and with the same inanimate posture it watched the movement.
The mind of the bird was of course the same as the mind of the elf previously owning the tower top, and it was a mind that had experienced much and seen many things. Despite this, what it saw now was - to it - completely unknown.
Post by
Adamsm
Arlos Tenhammer
Desolace
The group of Draenei were nearing the crash site, and slowed down as their mounts began to act skittish. "What's wrong with them?" One of the warriors asked and Arlos shook his head, trying to soothe his elekk.
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Zul'Drak, Northrend
The troll based Xenomorphs watched as the rest of the implanted larva erupted out of the bodies of the troll guards and quickly gathered them up and put them in hiding. The creatures hissed quietly to each other as they moved around the cavern, keeping an eye on their Queen as they continued to transform it into a proper hive.
Post by
Atik
Preatorean
Duskwood
The purebred Xenomorph followed the psychic trail of its queen; commonly creating quite a fright wherever it was spotting. One such scare had been a patrol of guards on the road. After one had died trying to get an idea of what the beast was, the other two had retreated.
A barricade was set up in the road ahead; two wagons set at an angle to blot the Preatorean's advance. A rather notable group of guards were positioned behind it.
"I want that thing's head!" Shouted one of them. Three others pulled up crossbows and fired at the alien; stabbing into the beast and barely breaking through its exoskeleton.
The Preatorean growled; smoke rising from its wounds as the heads of the bolts melted and the shafts fell to the ground. The rushed forward, the guards drawing swords and attempting to ready themselves.
Warriors, Facehuggers
Desolace
The facehuggers closed in on the Empress far faster than their larger relatives; rushing to meet her.
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Post by
Morec0
(( FYI: as I've never heard the residents of Azeroth use the word "alien" in extraterrestrial format, the "demon" reffered to here is the xenomorph. ))
Character:
Vrem Darkskul
Location: Duskhaven
Through binoculars crafted of bone, Vrem Dartskul watched the black-carapaced demon attack the humans. He respected its ferocity, but he knew it was no ally; it was just as living as the men and women it was disembowling. And becaues of that, it deserved only death.
He lowered the bionculars and pulled his sniper rifle into the crook of his shoulder. He took careful aim at the demon's head and lightly squeezed the trigger, lining up the shot to be perfect. He pulled the trigger back and the bullet went flying through the air at incredible speed.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Arthur Quiz
Location:
Feralas
The smoking remnants of the ship still steamed skyward languidly. Pieces of the wreck were scattered here, there, and every which where over the forested region. Deep in the woods, broken and shattered trees framing it like a portrait of destruction, a deep furrow was dug into the earth. It went on for nearly a mile, the swath of destruction gradually narrowing until it reached the source.
Cushioned by several dozens broken trees and foliage sat a squat, cylindrical vessel with a stubbed nose and no windows. The thick metal constructing the pod was largely undamaged save scratches and heat marks from its entry. A single large door sat at the rear of the vessel with a small, thick window set at the top.
Something banged at the door. One, twice, thrice. At the fourth blow the door launched itself off with a hiss, skidding into the muddy scar in the earth. A black booted foot slammed into the smoking earth, a thick if dusty orange lab coat settling about it as a solitary figure stood to his full height. He had short cropped brown hair and a thin face. He shaded his brown eyes, slowly looking about himself at the jungle in which he had landed.
"Well," the former Weyland Uatani researcher murmured to himself, "#$%^."
He glanced back to the escape pod, wondering if anyone else had survived the trip down to terra firma.
Post by
Atik
Preatorean
Duskwood
The bullet shot through the air; ripping into the yellow exoskeleton of the Preatorean and causing it to unleash a scream of pain as the hole opened in its large crest.
The beast shook its head; splashing acid around as it tried to find who had fired.
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355559
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Morec0
Character:
Vrem Darkskul
Location: Duskhaven
The creature still stood. It was more ressilient than he had thought. He lined up another shot, taking his time and aiming to put the bullet five inches closer towards the demon's mouth area. He fired a second shot in succession, attempting to hit his target with a third bullet while it reeled back from the second.
Post by
Atik
Preatorean
Duskwood
The Xenomorph heard the next shots; ducking low to the ground and letting both fly over its head before sprinting in the direction they had come from.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Vrem Darkskul
Location: Duskhaven
Dartskul scowled as the demon rushed towards him. With a turn of a switch he pulled the weapon back up to look through the sight and opened fire with his now semi-automatic weapon upon the charging, black, insetoid demon.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Arthur Quiz
Location:
Feralas
"Aaaaand *!@# me sideways," Arthur bemoaned, reflexively raising his arms.
Post by
Atik
Preatorean
Duskwood
The Preatorean screamed in rage as it continued rushing forward; swerving back and fourth in an attempt to avoid the hail of bullets before leaping at the attacker. Acid now poured from it in various directions and its movements were becomming notably slower and more desperate.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Vrem Darkskul
Location: Duskhaven
Vrem dropped his rifle and grabbed the two-handed hatchet from off of his back and swung, aiming to decapitate the demon, or at least embed the axe's blade deep enough in its throat that it died from shock.
Post by
Atik
Preatorean
Duskwood
The hatchet sunk into the alien's neck; splashing acid outwards as it screamed.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Vrem Darkskul
Location: Duskhaven
The blood splashed onto Vrem's worgen-pelt cloak and began to hiss as it ate away at the fur and flesh. Instinctively realizing what was happening he pulled the cloak off and discarded it, watching for a few seconds as the blood ate a hole in the pelt. He glared at the demon before him and pulled one of the pistols off of the belt holsters that formed an 'x' across his chest. He pointed it at the demon's head, taking a few steps back this time, and pulled the trigger.
Post by
Atik
Preatorean
Duskwood
The carpace around the Xenomorph's head exploded; splashing out more acid as it fell forward. The alien hit the ground with a limp 'thud'; dead.
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355559
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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Vrem Darkskul
Location: Duskhaven
Vrem jumped back, avoiding the acid for all put a large portion that fell across his left arm and shoulder. The blood melted away his limb, leaving nothing in it's passing. With a scowl the hunter walked towards the demon, tip-toeing around the blood to kneel next to the creature's black body. He studied it, and then took out a knife to check for any other possible weak spots. He had never seen anything like this kind of demon before, and, much like the living that haunted Azeroth, where there was one there were always more. He tested several spots on the demon's body, searching for weak points.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Arthur Quiz
Location:
Feralas
"What? Dinner?" Arthur asked, bewildered and blinking in wonder behind the black fiberglass visor wrapped before his eyes.
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