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Post by
oneforthemoney
Characters:
Asofyetunnamedman (or Frank to his friends)
Location:
Prometheus' Compound, Spider Island
"Sure, ksshk, thing," the man replied, heading out. He led the way down dozens of halls and winding staurwells, until at last arriving in a large chamber near the bottom of the complex. Pushing open the door revealed a dozen cylindrical metal chambers. They were large enough that a tauren could stand comfortably within. with a thick steel door and a small round glass window about head height. Thick wires and pipes snaked from the roof of the chambers and into the ceiling, where they conjoined into a single entity before moving up through a hole in the ceiling.
Several large control panels were near the end of the room, a figure in a white labcoat with his back to the door fiddling with the dials and pressure gauges on them.
"This's, ksshk, it," Lord Rivendare's guide informed him.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Serenade, Zachary Palesen
Location
: Tanaris
"Ferin...?" Serenade asked, making a "go on" gesture.
"Agreed," Zach said with a nod, looking through the mirror at the -to him -silent interview. "She should just tell them, and maybe they won't torture us to death," he added gloomily.
Character
: Mr. November, Mr. January, Healer May, Minister December
Location
: Darkshore
January, immaculately clad in a grey, three-piece suit and matching hat, knocked on a cheerful red door, then waited.
The house looked small on the surface: an ivy covered, stone shack with a large garden and walkway leading to it. It was out of the way, out in the deep forest. However, once inside, a stone staircase descended into a small network of tunnels whose purpose unknown to anyone outside the owner of the house.
As the door opened, the owner was revealed to be a night elf, who wore dignified robes which, on closer inspection, proved to be woven from the fronds of the large plants currently flourishing in her garden.
"Miss May," murmured January, bending low and kissing her hand, which he held out for him.
"January, it's been ages since your last visit," she replied warmly. "How dare you, leaving me with only March for company."
A vision of a short gnome, wearing overalls overflowing with gadgets and plans and a set of goggles firmly over her eyes, flashed through January's mind. He smiled wryly. "My humblest apologies, but I'm afraid that I was needed elsewhere."
"Of course you were," May replied, rolling her eyes and beckoning him inside. "You always are."
January stepped inside, leaving his coat and hat on a peg just inside the doorway and following May into her bedroom. With a snap of her wrist, she flipped her bed so that it rested up against the wall, displaying a set of clever hinges and a small tunnel, with a ladder leading down into it.
"After you," January said, motioning to the ladder. May gave him a level look, then dropped into the tunnel, eschewing the ladder completely. January took the longer way, and soon both were proceeding down a clean, sandy tunnel which was illuminated every few yards by a cheerfully glowing torch.
May paused in front of a particular door and opened it, and January entered with a murmured word of thanks. Most of the space was taken by a large bed, where November lay, his legs covered with a blanket, and a closed book resting on his lap. In a chair next to his bed was a figure which immediately made January wary.
He, for it was unmistakably a he, was shrouded in long, flowing black robes which were embroidered with simple silver thread. A tall white collar, open in the front, rose to just above his chin and a large, sleek metal mask obscured most of his face. It had speakers on both sides, which protruded slightly, and an intake valve in the center, which hissed softly with each breath.
"Good evening, January," the man said, in a curiously flat and emotionless voice.
"Minister," January said with a careful nod. "I trust you are well."
"As well as could be expected, yes," December replied. "November and I were just discussing the situation in Gilneas."
January nodded. "Why November was sent there is beyond me. The situation was doomed from the beginning, I should think."
"Indeed it was," November replied. "However, it was never expected to succeed. It was merely a test, my good man, a poke, as it were, to test their reflexes."
"'Their'?" January asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Why, the world, of course," November replied jovially. "And as you saw, they reacted exactly how we wished them to."
January nodded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "The EMP and curse were to test how they would react in times of crises and, of course, how quickly it would take them to rebuild, were it required."
"Quite right," November said approvingly. "Their reactions were less than stellar, I must admit. However, I'm confident that, with enough practice, their reaction times will improve accordingly."
"... Practice?" January asked apprehensively.
"Yes," December replied, before November could speak. "Practice. Which is why you have been called her today. You were, when I last checked, involved with a certain Doctor's schemes in Khaz Modan. Am I correct?"
January nodded. "Quite right." Then, as if a switch had been flipped, he understood. "You want me to help them unleash
that
?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do," December nodded. "Those were the orders passed down to me." He lifted a suitcase from behind his chair and passed it to January. "Standard."
January, who had taken note of the lock, nodded.
"Oh, and one more thing," December added, almost as an afterthought. "The Bank will take months to recover and come back into service, from our estimates. That leaves you without an occupation, am I correct?"
January nodded sullenly.
"Very well. I am currently in need of somebody to keep track of the Path's finances. I expect you in Stormwind by tomorrow."
"As you say," January said, slightly jerkily, and stood to leave. "Then I bid you good day. November, get well. Miss May." With that, he turned and left. After the door had shut, November looked back to December. "What of the others?"
"As far as I am aware, September and June are somewhat involved in their own affairs," December said absently, rubbing the chin of his mask in thought. "And the dwarves are involved in their elections. Well, at least for the next two weeks." He stood suddenly. "I am sorry to leave you in this state, but I'm afraid I really must be leaving as well." He shook November's hand and bowed to May, and swept out of the room.
"He works himself too hard," May remarked. "Both of them."
November nodded sadly. "A shame, it is. They need to go on a safari."
May turned and gave him a flat look.
"It'll teach them patience and a love for all the wonderful creations of nature," November said dreamily, then flashed a grin at May, who rolled her eyes once again.
"You get your rest, now," she said.
November nodded and waved, already opening his book as May left the room.
Post by
Morec0
Characters:
Lord Rivendare
, The Masked Swordsman, Voyd
Location: Prometheus' Compound, Spider Island
The death knight nodded and stepped forward. "Remain here in case anything happens," he informed his associates. Voyd and the Swordsman nodded. "I merely step in here and you will be able to send me directly to the ship Prometheus is on, no trouble of any kind?"
Post by
oneforthemoney
Characters:
Asofyetunnamedman (or Frank to his friends)
Location:
Prometheus' Compound, Spider Island
"No no. No trouble. Isn't that right Dr. Brundle?"
The man in the white coat turned around, the grotesque head of a giant fly atop his shoulders staring at them.
"Dr.Brundle agrees."
Post by
Morec0
Characters:
Lord Rivendare
, The Masked Swordsman, Voyd
Location: Prometheus' Compound, Spider Island
"Very well," Lord Rivendare said, stepping into the tube. "Transport me to Doctor Prometheus' ship with all due haste, if you please. I'm on something of a time-table here..."
Post by
470415
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Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza, Alana, Lucien Greyfang
Gilneas City
Lucien nodded; leading the group back up out of the station where they soon encountered a problem.
Shoving her head through the doorway, Alana quickly found herself stuck. "Uh-oh...." She commented, trying to squeeze the rest of the way through the door.
Ferin Hopewell
Tanaris
Ferin shouted as he continued on down the tubes; looping and turning to avoid various underground obstructions.
Post by
355559
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Characters:
Asofyetunnamedman (or Frank to his friends)
Location:
Prometheus' Compound, Spider Island
"Gotcha. Let's, ksshk, do it!" the mask man said, slamming the door shut as he informed his fly faced friend. The hybrid nodded and buzzed back tot he controls. Pulling some levers and adjusting several gauges, the fly-man grabbed a switch and pulled.
The world seemed to flash before Morec, the sensation of being pulled and stretched, broken apart atom by atom before being sent streaming through space. The world slowly returned, an electric tingling pervading the death knights body. On the other side of the door appeared to be a small room, not dissimilar to the one the death knight had just come from. Within a moment, a pair of curious eyes behind wide framed glasses peeked through the window and at the death knight within.
Character:
Johann Augustus, Shareen
Location:
Western Lordaeron
"Wah? Hey! Wait a second! Where are you going!" Johann called, immediately moving to follow the young woman up the trail, Shareen following suite. The warlock hurried to catch up to his quarry before she got too far ahead.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Serenade, Zachary Palesen
Location
: Tanaris
"...last name," Serenade said, giving her a flat look.
Post by
470415
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza, Alana, Lucien Greyfang
Gilneas City
"Errrrr!" Alana grunted; scraping her feet off the floor inside before eventually pushing herself through.
With a rather loud snap, the door frame flipped free from the building, Lucien staring. Thankfully, there didn't seem to actually be any structural damage caused by the even. "Uh...." He began. "Okay, movemovemove!" He said; hurriedly hustling the others through and down the street.
Sasha sighed, continuing along.
Ferin Hopewell
Tanaris
"Obstruction confirmed, may we suggest a diet?" The metallic voice commented; the entrance widening and allowing more sand to spill in before a large hammed came up out of the ground; smacking Cora into the underground entrance.
Ferin was eventually let out; suddenly falling from the ceiling in an underground garage. "Woah!" He shouted; smacking onto the floor quite painfully.
Post by
355559
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Serenade, Zachary Palesen
Location
: Tanaris
Serenade nodded, considering. "Very well. One more question, then: who is your father?"
Post by
470415
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Richard, Salena
Location: Gilneas
Richard sighed as he watched Alana squeeze threw the door. "This is going to be a long day." He said to himself as he made his way back towards the manor where the airship was now docked along the zeppelins.
"How long till you think you can change back?" Salena asked Alana.
Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza, Alana, Lucien Greyfang
Gilneas City
"Not sure..." Alana pouted. "Couple hours at the longest..."
Ferin Hopewell
Tanaris
Ferin slowly got back up, rubbing his back in pain.
And then he suddenly had a dragon on top of him as Cora landed. "Ow..."
Post by
355559
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Johann Augustus, Shareen
Location:
Western Lordaeron
"Cleanest?"
"Whatever. Hurry up! Before we lose her," Johann grumbled to the succubus, rushing to follow the musician with robes aflutter. The succubus sighed, her hooves clicking on the stones as she ran after the pair and wherever they were going.
The trail was well worn, snaking up to the mountains sharply. Thick trees and moss grew even here, clutching to the stones and cliffs gamely. In fact, it was almost odd to see such expansive foliage when by all rights it should have made way for barren rock nearly a mile back. Yet if anything, it grew thicker, culminating in a dense brush crowding like guards the mouth of a cavern set in the mountain's wall.
Post by
Morec0
Characters:
Lord Rivendare
, The Masked Swordsman, Voyd
Location: Prometheus' Compound, Spider Island
Being dead, and therefore with not nervous structure to speak of, Lord Rivendare felt none of that. After the transport was finished he took a moment to roll his shoulders and legs to make sure all the bones were in place and then opened the door and stepped out. "I'm looking for Doctor Prometheus," Lord Rivendare said. "Take me to him, I have need to speak with him."
Characters:
Necrohunters
(
Vrem Dartskul
,
Alrissa Bonepeirce
,
Samantha Miranda
,
Faldrun Jawtaker
)
Location: War Quarter, Undercity
Bullets and blades, leather and chain. The Necrohunters armed themselves and suited up, Alrissa Bonepeirce, the deadshot, Samantha Miranda, the lightslayer, Faldrun Jawtaker, the Sharpshooter, and, of course, Vrem Dartskul, the hunter, marksman, and leader. Bit by bit, slowly, methodically, and with care and precision they made sure everything of theirs was in place. This would be a crowing moment for them; a day that Dartskul had been waiting for far too too long.
The plan was simple and efficient: Vrem and Alrissa would provide support for Faldrun, Marrow, and Dearthpelt as the dwarf and two beasts drew the attention of the guards. They would keep on the move, making sure they were one step ahead of them and not directly engaging the Loyalless, Vrem and Alrissa were in place to assist him with avoiding their enemy. While this was going on, Samantha would sneak into Darkbreeze's command post and assassinate her. Mary had provided her sister with a toxin developed in conjunction with Faranal; a spinoff of the Blight that would break down her rotting brain tissue. All the lightslayer had to do was stick a blade anywhere from the base of her skull to its cap and watch as she became a disfunctional corpse once more.
Dartskul set his rifle down, filled with bullets coated with the same toxin, and walked over to a chest with his name written on it. He opened it and pulled out his old worgen-pelt cloak. He had already exchanged his Executor's armor for his personal chain and mail, and now he drapped the leather shawl over his shoulders. It felt somewhat... releaving to wear it again, it felt like the old days; no politics, no official matters, just him and his pets waiting for a living pest to come by, waiting for that next kill...
"Executor Dartskul," Alrissa said, stepping forward and saluting. "We are prepared and ready to move out on your orders."
"Good," Vrem nodded, walking back to the crate he had set his rifle on and picking it up. From the shadows krept Deathpelt and Marrow, both of who made their way over to their master's side. Alrissa had been correct; Samantha and Faldrun were both fully armed as she was, Samantha with her recurve bow in hand and Faldrun wrapping his fingers around the barrel of his shotgun. "Let's move out, we have a long trek ahead of us."
"Yes, sir," the other three Necrohunters replied. As Vrem turned and walked off with his pets, they followed.
A blow for the Forsaken
, Dartskul thought, his glowing eyes showing no hint of emotion, and his soul bearing none,
a blow for the Banshee Queen. None may defy the Forsaken and live
.
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