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Post by
Morec0
Characters:
Bishop Amanda the Shadowheart
,
Grand Executor Vrem Dartskul
,
Lord Rivendare
Location: Undercity, Tirisfal Glades
The Grand Executor saluted. "The Necrohunters will be ready to march on your orders, my Queen," he said.
Ah, yes
, Lord Rivendare thought, them. With Vrem's rise to Grand Executor, the hunter had been able to promote his side-group as well. The Necrohunters now served as the Forsaken's special forces, and although their numbers had only grown by a member or two since their official formation, they were just as deadly and effective as ever.
They would be useful in the war... But he couldn't risk them being
too
useful. If they were pulled out effecitvely they may just be able to turn the tide of the war in the Forsaken's favor, potentially allowing them to win it... This was something he could
not
allow.
"If I may be so bold, my Queen," Lord Rivendare spoke up. "A preemptive strike of our own may be in order. The Grand Executor's Elite Forces could enter Argent lands and assassinate Lady Darkbreeze. With such a blow, her undead would be rendered demoralized for sure; and with only half of their army with the spirit to fight, winning the war from there would be a simple matter."
Vrem glanced over at Lord Rivendare for a moment, but only a moment, and fought back a frown. Such a suppressed gesture was not because of a foolish idea, no, quite the opposite; Morec's plan was briliant.
That
was what worried Vrem. What happened to the foolish death knight who claimed to hear voices and see words floating over his head? What happened to the death knight who thought there was a universe outside of their own? The sheer brilliance with this Morec now acted was... unnerving, even for one such as him.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Turinhil Dawnchaser
Location
: Shattrath
"I have a trinket that will allow me to communicate with Dad, if you want to," Turin said simply. He did not mention that he was only supposed to use it in an emergency; that his friend needed it counted as a solid enough reason.
NPC
: Duke Edward Tauferson, Prince Theraldis
Location
: Elwynn
From the prevalent choice of costumes, one could have thought the upper echelons of the Scourge command had not, in fact, been butchered in the War against the Lich King decades ago: Death Knights in the rank of a Scourgelord were chatting pleasantly with Ymirjar Vrykuls, the former casually thumbing runeblades that bore more than a passing resemblance to the genuine vampiric weapons; Blood Mages of San'layn were dancing with the High Necromancers of the Cult of the Damned; gheists, ghouls and zombies were serving refreshments, juggling and playing music. Several paladins were present as well - at least, they looked like paladins until one noticed the holy symbols on their armor were desecrated with profanities and likenesses of dark runes written in red, and the pale makeup they wore, obviously striving for an emaciated, sickly look.
One of the gheists crawled up to Isilver almost immediately after she entered; that it was moving quite nimbly and that the substance dripping from its hood was but wax were among the few signs that indicated it was a living man and not an ungodly abomination in front of her. The servitor held up a tray with numerous glasses.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Leo, Sindry, Byte, Quasiglobal, Brokkar
Location:
Uldis
"We...grghhh! Feel such...Joy! At your interest!" Quasiglobal screamed at Leo.
"The current amount of Iron Vyrkul has taken all current storage space. In order to produce more, it was deemed necessary by current administrators to send the current stock to war, in order to create space for additional iron Vyrkul to be produced," Brokkar intoned.
Character:
Johann Augustus, Shareen
Location:
Western Lordaeron
"Ah, we won't be stoppin' ya from gettin' in dat boat," the lead mummy said, pointing at the vessel. "But, ya should know dere only be enough space fah two. And we t'ree, dough undead and be wantin' ta suck da marrow from ya bones, be cowards. So won't be attackin' unless we outnumbah ya," the troll mummy said, pointing at the three living. With a crack, his finger then fell off.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Loki
Location: Ironforge
"Oh okay." He said then heard a pop from the fireplace and Ember ran out and jumped onto Balah's lap and looked up at her. "Sister okay?" He whined.
Character: Salena Greyfang
Location: Gilneas
Salena slowed her horse as the fel hound stopped in front of the power station and sat down. "Are they here?" She asked as she hopped off the felsteed and the hound nodded before Salena sent it back to the nether. She looked threw the door and could hear the faint sound of gunshots and started to walk inside her hands glowing with fel magic.
Post by
355559
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Loki
Location: Ironforge
"Can you please knock next time before barging into my house." He said looking up at Dusk.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Mr. November
Location
: Gilneas
November grimaced as the shots struck the corner he was hiding behind. "Well, now," he said, firing a shot at her to keep her down while he fumbled in his bag. "Let's see what I've got."
Character
: Serenade, Zachary Palesen
Location
: Tanaris
"Why don't you start with how you got the location of the digsite," Serenade said, leaning back and weaving his fingers behind his head. "And continue onto the site itself."
"That could be good or bad," Zach mused.
Character
: Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Location
: Moonglade
"I like smoke," Alnerigo said with a shrug. "It means progress, and it reminds me of heat."
Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza, Alana, Lucien Greyfang
Gilneas City
"Might be playing captain obvious, but I've got a bad feeling about this..." Lucien commented; wristblades sliding out with a 'shink'.
Sasha panted, bullets peppering her cover. She raised a hand; staring at it. "Come on.... come on...." She mumbled, beginning to radiate head as black scales appeared for a moment. Quickly, the Chromatic grabbed her shoulder with the hand; shouting in pain and pulling it away quickly.
She looked at her smoking shoulder; covered in a large burn that the hand she had used matched, but it wasn't bleeding anymore. "Alright..." She sighed, taking a swiftness potion. "Through the lips, past the guns, look out stomach here it comes." She chanted; downing the green liquid.
The world seemed to slow for a moment; another shot hitting off her cover. She blinked; watching pieces of the pillar flip through the air. Snagging her rifle, Sasha was up and rushing accross the room as quick as she could manage.
Alana waited for a moment while Howlfang leaped' snapping her jaw at the oncomming arm and intending to sink down on it with sharp teeth.
Balah'Amin
Ironforge
Balah patted Ember on the head; looking up at Dusk and blinking.
Ferin Hopewell
Dragonblight
Ferin let out a loud belch.
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355559
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Post by
Monday
Character
: Mr. November
Location
: Gilneas
November pulled out a grenade and smiled grimly, pulling the pin and turning back around the corner just in time to see his quarry charging him. His eyes widened in shock and he dropped the grenade. With nary a backward glance, he turned and ran as fast as he could.
Behind him, the grenade exploded in a burst of force, fire and lightning.
Post by
470415
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Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza, Alana, Lucien Greyfang
Gilneas City
Sasha raised her gun as November began running; taking aim and pulling the trigger hoping to hit his leg. The bullet soared through the air slowly; the smoke and explosion rising like a wall in a feeble attempt to contain it; parting breifly as the metal carved a path through.
The Chromatic herself rolled; continuing to move and mostly avoiding the blast, save save shrapnal that found its way into her side. She came up, having gone around the man's former cover and bringing her gun back to the ready. Sound returned to her eardrums and she slowed; the world speeding up that a tape on fast-forward. She fired again, only to be greeting by a click.
Sasha winced; quickly moving to reload.
Alana shook her head; slamming Howlfang into the floor and letting go with her jaws; suddenly slamming her hand down and pinning him with a roar. She pushed against him, digging her claws into the alpha.
Balah'Amin
Ironforge
"I don't need a babysitter..." Balah sighed. "I can take care of myself, Dusk."
Ferin Hopewell
Dragonblight
"Stop that!" Ferin said; flinching from the poke. "We gotta get going."
Post by
355559
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Post by
Morec0
Characters:
Bishop Amanda the Shadowheart
,
Grand Executor Vrem Dartskul
,
Lord Rivendare
Location: Undercity, Tirisfal Glades
Dartskul stood at his full height and saluted. "Yes, my Queen," he replied, "the Necrohunters will not fail. I will see to it myself if I must."
Hmm... Vrem as a member of the party going to deal with the Darkbreeze... Well, it seemed the marksman may have outlived his usefulness. There was no way in fel he would let them end the war so quickly, and if Dartskul's death or decommisioning would be nessescary to ensure that, then so be it.
Naturally, he wouldn't be the one to deliver the information, that is why he held onto his associates... But whom amongst them... Most likely Ras, out of all his associates he would be the one least likely to draw attention to himself - an undead delivering news on the Forsaken would make perfect sense. All he had to do now was wait for this meeting to adjourn, then he could begin step two of his plan...
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Loki
Location: Ironforge
Ember looked up at Dusk and licked her chin. "Hi!" He barked.
Character: Salena Greyfang
Location: Gilneas
"C'mon." Salena called back to Lucien. "They're in here." She added before turning back into the building and walking down the hall approaching the noise she heard growing louder.
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355559
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Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza, Alana, Lucien Greyfang
Gilneas City
Lucien nodded; rushing along quickly.
Balah'Amin
Ironforge
Balah rolled her eyes.
Ferin Hopewell
Dragonblight
Ferin rushed back to the rune; setting to work activating it.
Vira Darkbreeze
Darrowshire
Vira sighed, looking over the papers. Property deeds she had to get into the proper hands, various agreements she had to look over; usually related to what the Forsaken rebels would be providing to the Crusade, be it food, labor, or even military assistance.
She reached up, rubbing her head. Leading her little group was turning out to be a lot more work than she had anticipated. And it wasn't exactly a secret the crusade was keeping a close eye on them; Paladins in and out of town constantly, and it was more than enough to have some people nervous.
The dark ranger glanced up at a tapping sound; a heavily armored man leaning against the wall on the other end of the meeting room. "Not interrupting anything, am I?" He asked; stepping forward.
Vira sighed. "Alexandros Hopewell, how are our forces looking?" She asked him.
"We have a sizable force, if we need it." The undead mention; leaning against the leader's desk. "Some of them are trained military, some are just civilians who want to do what they can." He nodded.
"Well, that's some good news." Vira nodded. She looked up; leaning back in her chair. "Heard your daughter was in town."
"Olet?" Alex asked. "Yeah, she stopped by for a while. Getting out of the house and all that."
Vira smirked. "Sure that's got Sataira happy."
"Ecstatic." Alex grinned, chuckling somewhat.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Loki, Ember
Location: Ironforge
"Okay." Ember nodded. "What about momma? Who's going to protect her?" He asked.
Character: Salena
Location: Gilneas
Salena rushed down the hallways till she reached the fighting sending a chaos bolt threw a worgen that had tried to attack her before she spotted Alana threw the chaos and launched another bolt at the worgen she was attacking.
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355559
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Johann Augustus, Shareen
Location:
Bordering Western Lordaeron and Trisfal
"Ah, see, like I said, we be cowards. So if you tell us to get in da boat, we'll get in dere," the troll informed her.
"This is...odd," Johann observed. "Why don't we just kill you?"
Character:
Dr.Prometheus, Pyre, D79, Smiles, Admiral Verden
Location:
Western Lordaeron
Pyre made her way down the halls of Verden's massive airship. She tore the gas mask from her face, relishing the small of clean air. Practically heaven after the prison of sweat and rubber which had been the mask. Fortunately, the airship was holding such height that the heavier chemicals from below could not reach, leaving naught but crisp air to assail her. Clanging down the halls, she finally reached the outer deck.
As the cool feel of passing zephyr drifted against her face, her eyes instantly found the doctor. The ancient man currently placing a golfball onto a peg he had impaled into the deck (how he had accomplished that she may never know). On his head was a small green beret with a fuzzy ball atop, while he wore a checkered green sweater against the cold.
Pyre rolled her eyes and stepped onto the deck. "Yo doc!"
"Hmm? Oh! Pyre. Good to see you. How's things on the ground?"
"News from the front."
"Oh good. The chipper, I think D79."
"As you command, my Queen," the militantly garbed masked man trumpeted, handing his master the club in question from a large bag with a three fingered hand.
"Sounds like the undead $%^&ers are getting their asses in gear for war."
"Oh! Fantastic then," the doctor replied, making a practice swing. With a crack he struck the golf ball, sending it soaring into the sky, only to be lost amongst the choking green mists below.
"So-."
"Shhh!" The doctor strained his ear. Distantly, a metallic ping was carried to them by the lazily drifting winds. "Haha! Still got it! That's eight par, old boy." Dr.Prometheus crowed, setting the club over his shoulder.
"So, what the #$%^'re we gonna do now?" Pyre asked after a moment.
"Hmm. Good question," the doctor said as he handed D79 the club, the soldier returning it to the bag before slinging the whole thing over a shoulder. "I suppose we should stoke the flames. Let's grab a few Forsaken, kill an Argent patrol, and stick their bodies around to make it look like a border skirmish. Then, maybe steal the Banshee Queen's nightie. You know, whatever will stick some sand in her craw."
"Sure thing."
"Oh, and maybe string up some Forsaken near the old Monastery and set them on fire while they're still alive, as it were. Give 'em the old Scarlet treatment. Their screaming should attract notice quickly, so to be safe load 'em with some anesthetic so they won't even know they're on fire. At least, until they can actually see the flames," the doctor mused, the fuzzed top of his beret bouncing as he re-entered the warship.
"Aren't we the *!@#ing humane," Pyre scoffed. But the smile never left her face as she followed her employer down the steps.
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