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Post by
Monday
Character
: Zachary Palesen, Serenade
Location
: Tanaris
"This way," Zach said, taking a left and walking fast, but with an air of purpose, as if he had perfectly legitimate, urgent business.
Character
: Nigel
Location
: The House
Nigel fluttered to the doorknob of the locked door and peered through it. "Crrrm." He hopped a little bit to get a better view. "Hanging," he remarked.
Post by
Atik
Alana
Eldre'Thalas
"Got it!" Alana nodded, looking around.
Sashastrasza
Eldre'Thalas
Circling back around, Sasha managed to return to the edges of the slums, were one could at least recognize the buildings as homes, while avoiding simply going back the way they had come in. She continued to walk along, smiling excitedly with the knowledge she had Evan in tow.
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470415
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Post by
Atik
Alana
Eldre'Thalas
"Not quite." Alana stated. "We're looking for some folks who might be hiding out here. Have you seen anyone recently who doesn't really look like they belong?"
Sashastrasza
Eldre'Thalas
"Huh?" Sasha asked, looking back at Evan. "Uh, yeah..." She nodded. "I have something to show you!" She smiled.
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470415
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Post by
Atik
Alana
Eldre'Thalas
"Well, that was informative." Alana commented, hurrying back out of the alley with Kai.
Sashastrasza
Eldre'Thalas
"Oh, don't go worrying about him. Just come on!" Sasha grinned; pulling on Evan to drag him along faster.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Loki, Kairi
Location: Ironforge
"Anything?" Loki asked as he watched Kairi turn the vial over in her hands. "It's from Eldre'Thalas." She replied. "It's written on the side." She added pointing to the writing. "I guess that's where I'm going next." He said taking back the vial. "You aren't seriously going to go are you?" Kairi asked as Loki put the vial away. "Why not? Sasha and the other's are probably already there." He said.
"Because you'd get nothing but trouble." She said walking back to the small pool. "Why?" Loki asked. "Most of them are stuck in the old ways. Most of them hate technology and that arm of yours basically goes against what they know." She said. "So what should I do?" He asked and Kairi shrugged. "I'm not the engineer here. Now help me with this experiment." She said.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel Dawnchaser, Turinhil Dawnchaser
Location
: Silvermoon City
Turin looked around briefly to see if anyone was trying to overhear - after all, they were discussing a situation where national prestige was jeopardized to an extent. Though this bar was in the heart of the city and its usual patrons were Knights like him and Selin, you never knew for certain there were no spies.
Nobody seemed to pay any attention to them, though, so he turned back to Selin. He did lower his voice somewhat, still.
"I'm gonna ask you an unpleasant question, so I'd appreciate if you at least postponed the punching until after we're out of here. Are you absolutely confident you're qualified to join a retrieval squad of Silvermoon's finest?"
He only gave the fact that he was not invited as well the briefest thought; after all, he had talked to his father, and Turin trusted his old elf to have good reasons not to offer him to go along. If anything, the young Knight thought self-deprecatingly, it was his own fault, sounding miserable and all but announcing he was going to get hammered.
Character
: Isaac Ashwood, Vincent Gaillard
Location
: Tanaris
Vincent did not waste words taunting the boy shaman again; the deranged swordsman had had ample time to connect the dots now that Varima was off in the direction of the cells. Though he was still on the floor when Ferin began speaking, by the time Serenade assaulted the shaman Vincent was back on his feet, dashing towards their kid adversary to try and pin him to the floor. Literally. Preferably through a leg.
Isaac silently followed Zach, a grim expression on his face exacerbated by the drying blood. Though he was in excellent physical condition, he wished now fervently he were taller and had broader shoulders to look more threateningly. All he could do was hover behind his friend, looking around - but never making eye contact deliberately - as if scanning for threats to Zachary.
Character
: John William Cassidy, Pseudolocal
Location
: Uldis
"I assume you have an idea. Just what this is?" Cassidy inquired. He did not actually look at the box. Rather, he was standing with his broad back to Leo, scanning the hallway for threats.
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Post by
morginar
Character: Zeltharis Nightsong
Location: Stockades, Stormwind
"Amnesia, got it. Anything else?" The elf Responded as she finished dressing her self in the prisoners clothing.
Post by
Atik
Ferin Hopewell, Specter
Tanaris
Ferin grit his teeth as Vincent rushed forward. Kicking off the floor, the Shaman rolled diagonally to dodge the rush, spinning and shooting his hand out. Lightning crackled along his fingertips before jumping from him to Vincent.
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Post by
Atik
Alana Greyfang
Eldre'Thalas
"Eenie, meenie, mienie, mo." Alana pointed at various apartments, eventually landing on one. "Thar." She nodded.
Sashastrasza
Eldre'Thalas
Sasha didn't seem to notice if Evan stumbled at all, happlily dragging the boy along as she pratically danced through the streets. Her mind seemed to be clearing, but not to her old self; rather to whatever Ilvora had replaced that with.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Johann Augustus
Location:
Western Lordaeron
"Well," Johann said, approaching the desk. "We trying to get to Ironforge, and are in a bit of a hurry. Is there any other way?" he asked.
Character:
Leo, Sindry, Byte, Quasiglobal, Brokkar
Location:
Ulduar
"It's a circuit box. Ah! There it is," he cried, tracing one of the wires. "Since the place runs under its own power, something like this would only be here to connect with the various systems. Being a ground line means they can avoid tampering to messages en route. But, it also means that they would lead to the area responsible for such works." Leo pulled of one of his watches. Pressing both it and the wires of his glove to the circuits within the machine.
A spark of blue jolted through his finger, going through the watch, then into the machine.
Leo rose, the hands of the watch now all pointing unerringly in one direction. "There. I attuned the hands to the jolt I sent up the lines. It'll point us to where we want to go."
Character:
Hunter P. Tracker
Location:
Gilneas Countryside
"Notta chance!" Hunter replied. "If they were, we'd a heard them by now. Besides," he added, looking north to where a distant farmstead could be seen. "Odds t' evens they're on the move. Wolves don't stay for long outside they're territory. They like to move! Follow the herds migratin'. Worgen are the same. Only their prey," he looked to the distance, where just dim outline of a farmstead could be seen. "tend ta be a bit more a stati-onary."
Character:
Grigory Molotov
Location:
Blackrock
The ogre's expression darkened. "This age of expansion. Has not been good for everyone," he said. He reached up, beginning to undo some straps which kept his hat on. "Ogres were never very welcome. But we carved out own territory. But we were not exactly welcomed. And when cities expanded and new empires grew, they did not wish to have ogres living nearby." He removed his hat. A large glass dome covered the top of his skull, metal band sealing it to the flesh and crossing the glass. The bumps of copper screws visible atop the bands. And through the bubbling green liquid within, could be seen the wrinkled grey of brain matter.
"Their peace has its cost," Grigory continued in a scornful tone. "We have been chased from our homes. We are hunted down, or forced to go to these cities to be used as little more than chattel. Dumb muscle, if lucky." He grimaced, painful memories washing over him. "We have no homeland. Once, we ruled a place known as Dire Maul," he said, oddly wistful. his face softened slightly at the memory. Only to harden moments later. "But taken from us! And we are forced from what land we do have into these slums, if not killed outright. Treated like animals, taken advantage of. My brethren..." he sighed slightly. "Many are not so smart. Barely realize they are little more than slaves."
"I refuse to let that be our fate," he rumbled, meaty fists clenching the hats fabric. "If we are forced from our territory, then we must merely take some other. I am wishing for own nation. Ogre! nation. Do not need to kowtow to foreign kings, used as slaves and taken advantage of. Killed if try to resist. Ogres make own fate in this world. And I will destroy any, who seek to impede this dream."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel Dawnchaser, Turinhil Dawnchaser
Location
: Silvermoon City
"Very well," Turin nodded, putting the beer down on the table and taking out his phone. He dialed Zyrith's number and pressed the gadget against his ear, waiting for a response.
Character
: Isaac Ashwood, Vincent Gaillard
Location
: Tanaris
Isaac smiled unpleasantly to mask his uneasiness as he stepped between his friends and the woman; the lightning freak was nowhere to be seen, so it seemed like three versus two. He jerked Varima's knife out of the wall and, not without some effort, silently bent it - not much, certainly, but enough to render the weapon useless until repaired.
Vincent had been sparring with Specter on numerous occasions, and the shaman's lightning had much, much less mojo behind it than that of his buddy elf. With a manic grin he held up his sword, allowing the lightning to envelop it, and continued to advance, intent to feed the shaman with his own attack.
Character
: John William Cassidy, Pseudolocal
Location
: Uldis
"Impressive," Cassidy tipped his hat to Leo after taking a look at the watch. "You could make a living selling that kind. Of devices to other dungeon crawlers."
Post by
Monday
Character
: Zachary Palesen, Serenade
Location
: Tanaris
"Vincent, don't kill him," Serenade remarked. "He was Specter's original target."
Zach unslung the shotgun from his back and pointed it at Varima, finger ready on the trigger. "Don't come any closer," he said grimly, keeping both her and the gryphon covered.
Character
: Nigel
Location
: The House
Nigel fluttered onto a lantern on the wall. "Hanging!" he cawed.
Post by
Aimsyr
Hans Adler
Stormwind Stockades
Hans paused in front of the door, "ven under pressure you may vish to tell half lies, zey can be harder to pick up on," he responded, "und do not believe vat zey tell you, zey vill lie to catch you off guard." With that the doctor opened the door and left, letting two burly Stormwind guards enter the room.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Leo, Sindry, Byte, Quasiglobal, Brokkar
Location:
Ulduar
The forge of Wills was not insecure in the least, regardless of Sjonnar’s loss. If anything, the death of the son of Loken had given Brokkar the excuse to build up the already significant defences in the chamber, affixing alarms and a slew of other systems which would inform him at once of any sort of intruder long before they reached the doors, and give him the ability of tending the issue accordingly.
The great chamber which the AI had put such effort into defending was not undeserving of it. From here, anything could be made given the proper time and parameters. It had a massive energy core set against the back of a trio of platforms, connected to each other and the rest of the complex by way of three avenues of steel. The borders formed by a slight upturn of the edges. Bands of light threaded from the core into a large control panel which crested the platforms and surrounded the forefront of the machine. A drop into the misty expanses of the manufacturing facility was all that lay below. It was from the energy core the AI projected himself, a series of red lasers crisscrossing through the air to draw his imposing image.
The problem was not hard to find. Brokkar merely angled his image down, at once spotting the small robot who had accompanied the intruders. His brows crinkled into an expression of displeasure as he noticed the small machine was standing on the control panel of the forge itself, nearly atop the control disk in fact.
“Warning, intruder,” the visage began in a commanding monotone. “This area is for authorized personnel only. You are not authorized.”
“Are you?” Byte asked in naive interest.
“Yes,” the image intoned. “I was designated by Titan protocol as administrator and general overseer of the complex: Ulduar, and Uldis. I am Brokkar, in-.”
“You did?”
“I…” the image blinked. “What?”
“Oooh. Hey! What’s this do?
Brokkar brought itself back to the conversation, refusing to be mislaid by the primitive construct. “That is the control orb. It is used to input data into the complex.”
“Can I play with it?” the robot asked, yellow eyes shining and pleading. An attempt which did not sway the cold hart of the AI.
“No.”
“Aw…You have pie?” Byte asked abruptly.
“Wh-no.”
“How ‘bout a pig?”
“No.”
“Will this thingy make a pig?”
“No, for you are not authorized,” Brokkar thundered severely, glowering over the minuscule robot like a disproving father.
Byte stared at the face quizzically. He hummed slightly, blinking his bright yellow eyes with perplexity. Then pulled the lever anyway.
A squeal of straining steel cut through from the misty depths below. The little robot had just shut off the power to half the manufacturing wing, Brokkar observed as the report shot to him. A problem the AI fixed it with little more than a thought. “Do not play with the machinery. Only authorized-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” Brokkar cried, genuine alarm in his voice for the first time as he watched Byte peel off the covering of the control panel.
“I’mma eat you!” he giggled. His mouth opened wide, the two fangs glinting menacingly in the light as he plunged them into the circuit board.
Alarms screamed and lights flashed red throughout the room as the whole area was sent into disarray. The platform swayed crazily, while deep below came the sounds of combat as the Vyrkul went quite mad, ringing like bells as they set upon one with spell, fist and sword. Images flashed on the bands of light as data was warped and twisted in the midst of processing.
Its caretaker was in no place to offer succor to his errant ward. For the first time in his life, Brokkar felt what mortals knew to be fear. He could feel the system. It was his body, his mind, his very soul. And the miniscule machine which had plunged its teeth into his system, was like a yawning black void of nothingness. Devouring everything he was relentlessly. Functions were cut off, Byte interrupting their flow and feeding off the commands. What he did not gobble he corrupted it with dangerous level of stupidity. Code was broken with the words banana or bacon. Systems failed, and strange music began to play from the audio banks.
Brokkar scrambled for a solution. He could recover the data, they had backups, but not for him! Then, inspiration struck. The vents! He sent a quick command, little more than a single word.
Suck.
A roar filled the room, air whistling upwards to the vents high above them. Byte was caught off guard, his wings catching the gusts of escaping air like a pair of sails, billowing out behind him and dragging him and his anchoring fangs from the board.
“Weeeeehooooooooo!” Byte giggled as he was sucked into the vent, rattling down the piping of Ulduar merrily.
"Not really. It's one of those situational..." Leo trailed off, his eyes drifting up quizzically as elevator music began to filter from the speakers overhead.
"Looks like Byte did his job," Sindry noted dryly.
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