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Post by
Atik
Balah'Amin
Ironforge
"Brutus!" Balah exclaimed. "I'm sure he knew, he just wasn't expecting Ember to get it!"
Post by
Monday
Character
: Nigel
Location
: The House
Nigel went up and pecked it again. "Dense," he repeated, then fluttered to her shoulder. "CAW! DEAD!"
Character
: Zachary Palesen
Location
: Tanaris
"Not really," Zach shook his head. "These guys are enforcers. They're trained to be intimidating and strong, but not on the same level as Serenade and his assistants, like me." He said the last bit with a hint of pride, tempered with sadness. "We can probably take them."
Character
: Funden, Khaz, Thorgrim, Fjarn
Location
: Stormwind Keep
Khaz was just folding up his phone when he spotted Grace. "Ah, Ms. Danshaw," he said with a nod. "Just got off the phone with Ironbeard. He's usually prepared for these types of things, so he'll be walking out the door in five minutes. He can take a good poke around before we arrive. Hopefully this will put us on a better footing, eh?"
Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza, Alana
Eldre'Thalas
After a while of wandering, Sasha eventually found her way back to familiar areas; locations she recognized from around the diner. "Oh, there we go." She nodded; spotting the building.
Alana licked the last remnants of her ribs free from her second plate; looking back over at the papers.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel Dawnchaser, Turinhil Dawnchaser
Location
: Silvermoon City
About a quarter of an hour later Turin was riding to the bar, hoping he could make it before Selin. He was now wearing a light leather jacket - surprisingly, not dyed black and missing crimson ornaments - over a plaid shirt that was tucked into faded corduroy pants. Complete with a pair of well-worn sneakers, his outfit provided a rather jarring contrast with his mount.
Surprisingly, he was clean-shaven.
Character
: Isaac Ashwood, Vincent Gaillard
Location
: Tanaris
The gem in Gwaesylwir's hilt thrummed indignantly as the magic that ran through the ensorcelled sword resisted the elemental onslaught. Unfazed by the lightshow ensuing, Vincent attempted to kick Ferin into the knee.
"Then I'll just hang by your side silently, somewhere in melee range," Isaac said thoughtfully, flexing his fingers. To his surprise, the gauntlets allowed him to retain a no small degree of nimbleness, despite being quite heavy and thick.
Character
: John William Cassidy, Pseudolocal
Location
: Uldis
Psuedolocal stood twitching silently as his circuits processed the situation.
"When I blow something up," Cassidy said matter-of-factly, "It stays down."
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355559
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Post by
morginar
Character: Zeltharis Nightsong
Location: Stormwind Keep
"Ofcourse i can fight, preferbly at a range in the shadows. Needless to say it is still fighting."
The elf replied to the voice.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Leo, Sindry, Byte, Quasiglobal, Brokkar
Location:
Ulduar
"How-Grk- WONDERFUL!" Quisiglobal roared. "Pointless to try and follow them! We'll have to head them off at the chambers themselves! Pseudolocal! Do you have a way of making it to the networking chamber?"
"Thorough, I'll give you that," Sindry said, twisting a finger in her ear as if to restore her hearing.
"On that note, we should get moving. See if you can find a control panel or something. Maybe we can get a map to this place from it."
Post by
470415
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Post by
Morec0
Characters:
Lord Rivendare
Location: Gilneas
Morec cotinued to fly over the Gilnean landsacpe. With the recent catastrophy it has suffered, he would be upopposed in the air. One lone traveler - even as intimidating as his undead dragon mount was - would not be worth the hassel of mobolizing any number of troops...
And even if it was, he was not worried about them. Death he had cheated thrice before and would continue to cheat for the rest of time.
But he saw no sign of the worgen he was searching for... That could not be allowed. Quickening the speed of his mount, he increased the pace of his search.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel Dawnchaser, Turinhil Dawnchaser
Location
: Silvermoon City
Turin entered the bar, looking around to see if he managed to get there first. Fortunately for him, that was the case.
It was quite cozy inside, clean but not pristine, not too small to feel cramped, and not too big either. The air was laden with smoke, but the designated no-smoking area - which was not too far from the bar rack, too - remained fresh, no doubt thanks to an arcane spell - which spoke volumes about just what kind of place this was. Though there were two billiard tables, both were in the smokers territory, unfortunately. One of them was occupied by a company of five; they seemed to be enjoying themselves thoroughly, but kept to themselves about it too, without disturbing the rest of the patrons. The latter numbered about a dozen not counting the billiard party, two sitting at the rack and the rest spread across the hall. Music seeping from a vintage, ornate jukebox was just loud enough to be enjoyable but not obtrusive.
Turin's mood took yet another step upwards when he saw that they were going to have the entire no-smoking area for themselves. He grabbed a pint of fresh, cool dark lager and settled down at a table that was clearly visible from the entrance. His nostrils flared when he drew in the tantalizing aromas coming from the kitchen, and his stomach rumbled quietly in response. Taking a sip, the elf opened the menu.
Character
: John William Cassidy, Pseudolocal
Location
: Uldis
"Affirmative. I will head there immediately," Pseudolocal nodded. The construct leaped high into the air, turning upside down mid-jump and latching onto the ceiling with his numerous limbs. Like an overgrown, clanking, horrid spider he made his way towards the networking chamber.
"I have been on the lookout for some time. Sindry," Cassidy nodded. "I have seen none so far. At least I did not blow one up just now."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Grigory Molotov
Location:
Blackrock
"Good. Follow me, then." The ogre approached one of the idling trains. Though the engineers had tried to accommodate the various heights of the races into the train's design, the ogre nevertheless needed to duck his head slightly on entering. He wandered down the car, eventually locating their booth and pushing open the door. A simple two seats faced one another. Made to accomodate at least two people, a third could be squeezed onto the red cushions if one were inclined. There was a large window at their side, and two more stretching along the door with a third set inside. A curtain hung at the edges of both ends.
The ogre took hid seat, nearly filling the bench alone.
Character:
Johann Augustus
Location:
Western Lordaeron
"Probably best," the warlock agreed.
Character:
Leo, Sindry, Byte, Quasiglobal, Brokkar
Location:
Ulduar
As Quasiglobal left to find his own way out, Brokkar seemed to glance tot eh side. He had just felt...something. A disturbance, nearly masked during the blast. But it was there. His metal visage slackened to a neutral image as he shot himself across the complex to deal with the issue.
"Well there's something. Come on! Anywhere's better than here. They'll find a way to send
something
eventually," Leo said, gesturing for the other two to follow as he took off down the hallway.
Character:
Havenclaw, Faust Kaufman
Location:
Gilneas Countryside
They had been running full pelt for hours straight, and soon even the stronger of the pack began to feel the burn of exhaustion. Havenclaw panted slightly from her position near the rear of the pack. Though worgen were quick over short distances, they had been moving for sometime, ever since the retreat from the city. The break in the trees when Nightpelt had made his decision had been the first in some time. Moving over such uneven terrain as the woods they sought shelter within did little to help such as well.
Those at the front of the pack suddenly skidded to a halt, their fur bristling at the unnatural feel of the mist which snaked about, cutting off their advance as it coalesced into Faust. Havenclaw bristled. She wasn't stupid. Likely he could have appeared without such fanfare, but since he had gone through the trouble of deliberately halting the pack, he clearly had something to say to their 'leader' at this point.
Post by
Aimsyr
?
Stormwind Stockades
"Excellent,"
said the voice, seemingly pleased,
"when the doctor examines you make sure you ask for the blue syringe, providing you have not changed your mind, if not you are free to go and I will find a more willing recruit."
The guards made their way to an isolated medical bay in the Stockades, leaving Zeltharis on the bed before saluting the doctor on duty and leaving the room.
The doctor then proceeded to move over to Zeltharis' unconscious form, putting some smelling salts under her nose while discreetly planting various items about her person. He made sure to put her fingerprints on the items in logical places, as if they belonged to her, and was wearing gloves to prevent contaminating the items with his own.
Post by
morginar
Character: Zeltharis Nightsong
Location: Stockades, Stormwind
"How have you planed that i do that, i can't move or feel my body... And what doctor? What blue syringe?"
The night elf replied. Unaware of what the doctor is doing to her body.
Post by
Aimsyr
?
Stormwind Stockades
"I have 'associates' everywhere,"
the voice answered,
"the salts should ensure you come round any minute now."
The doctor meanwhile struck Zeltharis temple roughly with a blunt implement, creating a large bruise, before using magic to heal it up and make it look like an older wound.
This was the risky part, the wounds had to look authentic but he did not want to cause any actual sustained damage. The man glanced towards the door, making sure no guards came bursting in suddenly.
Satisfied that the security camera had been properly
fixed,
he then proceeded to undress her and, using various surgical implements and shadow spells, added
newly healed
wounds here and there.
To all appearances Zeltharis started to look more and more like she had recently been in drawn out combat, maybe even tortured, but at all times the doctor avoided causing damage to areas such as her face. That would have given the game away immediately.
Post by
morginar
Character: Zeltharis Nightsong
Location: Stockades, Stormwind
"What salts?
Zeltharis replied mentaly. The elf slowly started to slowly feel her body once again, but odly it was cold.
The elf opened her eyes lightly as the eyelids felt heavier than lead. Her eyes gazed at the suroundings, to blurry to make anything out.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Loki, Ember, Illia
Location: Ironforge
"Nightelves." Loki said. "As to who made them I'm still figuring that out." He added.
Post by
355559
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Loki, Ember, Illia
Location: Ironforge
"Ummm okay." Loki said trying to figure out what he just heard.
"You've been talking to your father way to much." Illia finally spoke up.
Post by
355559
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Post by
Aimsyr
?
Stormwind Stockades
"Ah, you are avake, excellent," said the doctor, shining a light in Zeltharis' eyes to see how her pupils reacted. A tray with an assortment of differently coloured syringes lay on a nearby bench, one of them was blue.
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