This site makes extensive use of JavaScript.
Please enable JavaScript in your browser.
Live
PTR
10.2.7
PTR
10.2.6
Beta
Industrial Azeroth {Open RP}
Post Reply
Return to board index
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Johann Augustus
Location:
Thandol Span
Johann clapped a hand to his hair in horror.
Character:
Hunter P. Tracker, Havencalw, Faust Kaufman
Location:
Gilneas Countryside
A sharp howl of pain caught Faust's notice. He whisteld slightly, travelling in the direction of the noise, only to see two Gilnean's trying to muzzle a worgen. It's leg still trapped in a jagged leg clamp, it was struggling feebly in the two humans arms.
"Hold 'im steady!"
"I am ya fat bastard!"
"Excuse me?" Faust began as he approached. "But min letting that thing go?"
"Eh?" The two Gilneans turned about. Horror froze them as they looked on the face before them. Hideous teeth as large and sharp as swords filling a distended mouth. A top hat, small comapred to the massive head sat cocked upon the head as a pair of blood shot, raging almond eyes peered over the hideously large mouth.
"Please?" the maw voiced with a gnash of teeth.
The two guard screamed and ran back down the alley. Faust chuckled, his head returning to it's normal dimensions. Thrusting his cane into the trap, he began to pry it open.
"Lady Chevalier!" The cry from the two guards echoed down the alley as they rushed to their commander.
"Haha!" Hunter cried, hopping back. A gash opened in his shirt from the ripping claws, and blood began to run from four shallow rends on his stomach. "Argh! Ah, first blood to ye!" Hunter cried, whipping out a large hunting knife. "Fer that, ah'll skin you and hang you in the lah-adies room. Get some!" He jabbed at the worgen.
Character:
Grigory Molotov, Dr.Prometheus, Pyre, D79, Smiles
Location:
Ironforge
The room happened to be a refurbished guest room. A poster bed sat in the corner, along with a tall and closeted wardrobe on the other side. Plush red carpet which the feet fairly sank into covered the floor, while several tasteful pictures of the countryside decorated the walls. A door led to a magnificent bathroom forged of pristine white tiles like a room of ivory. Complete with a grand bath tub, a shower, and even a sink with both hot and cold water!
The most arresting feature however was likely to be a tall man who stood in the center of the room. Thin as a rail, his moustache curled from beneath a hawkish nose and his eyes were half closed as if in thought. He seemed to be shaped like a bowling pin, with a round base and rapidly smaller top. His ears were small and his hair curled to the sides much like his moustache, while his dress was of equally vibrant make. An open swallow tailed jacket sat over both a vest and pants of a dark horizontal stripes, likely made to look rather thinning.
Yet all these peculiarities were the most normal attributes of him. For stretching from his back like a spiders legs were several thin arms, joints held by some wheels through which several spindles held in rollers over his shoulders were threaded. All over his clothes there were scissors, rulers, combs, and the thousand and one tools of the tailor's trade. Shockingly, an eye piece which jutted out with several magnifying pieces appeared to be suspended over his eye by their support being inserted into his skull.
The man clapped regally twice when Alexxa entered the room.
"Bon! Bon! Eet iz aboot time yu haf shoown up madame!" The man clipped his heels and seemed to jolt across the room to Alexxa like a bolt of lightning, rattling like a one man band in the process of doing so. At once, one of the lenses fell over his eye, a ruler seeming to come from his sleeve as he began to measure Alexxa's dimensions.
"Oh Madame! There is zo much to do! I can zee that. Look at thiz! you are clearly a winter, not zummer! And what iz zis? Ragz? No, no, no. Zimply dreadful. Awful! Who drezzed you? A blind man weeth lerpprazy!" he gasped melodramatically. Only to raise his finger as if begging Alexxa to be quiet. "Ah! But, iz alzo a challenge, yez? Yez! Of course, ah oohdalalala."
The ruler snapped back into his sleeve at once as he took a step back. "Zo, what eez it you have come too ze mazter Clothier Pierre for?" Pierre asked.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Turinhil Dawnchaser, Lisciel Dawnchaser
Location
: Silvermoon City
"Your issues could become mine as well, if you wanted to," Turin said heartily, taking a sip of his beer. His glass was still almost full - he had all but forgotten about the drink during his unsuccessful attempts to first help, then comfort Selin.
"You're my friend, I'll be there for you."
Borwayne, the mage in red, clicked his tongue approvingly as he watched the fabric of time-space continuity unravel. Though it was widely recognized his talent in weaving portals was nothing short of extraordinary, what was transpiring now was - for now, at least - far beyond his skill and power, if not comprehension.
Character
: Vincent Gaillard, Isaac Ashwood
Location
: Tanaris
"I hope you know what you're doing," Vincent muttered, watching the zeppelin take off. He had his own doubts, but his trust in Serenade was great and he kept them to himself.
Isaac was too busy to reply to Zach; immediately upon boarding the zeppelin he discarded his gauntlets and raced for the first aid kit. Though the lacerations on his body throbbed painfully, he was in no danger of passing out due to blood loss. Therefore, treatment of Tori's wounds came before helping himself.
He sterilized his hands with an ethanol-soaked tissue and went down on one knee next to the girl.
"We need to get her to a hospital, Zach!" the half-Eredar called as he began treating Tori. "I only know so much about first aid, and this is hardly a field infirmary."
Character
: John William Cassidy, Pseudolocal
Location
: Uldis
"I think not," came a mechanical voice from behind them as Pseudolocal rose from a hatch in the floor. The reasons the construct had to dramatically announce his arrival instead of quietly backstabbing the party were to remain unknown as Cassidy - who had been all but on his toes from anticipation - spun around and opened fire.
However, the multi-legged mechanism dodged the bullets with astonishing nimbleness, then let loose a salvo of serrated knives.
Post by
Atik
((Because it was forgotten... DMing to get Ferin and Cora on board...))
Alana Greyfang, Sashastrasza
Eldre'Thalas
Sasha roared in warning at the group-specifically Gabriel- and stepped towards them threateningly.
"Wait....
what?
" Alana demanded. "Don't tell me my sister is mind controlled! Dad will kill me if he finds out!"
Ferin Hopewell, Specter
Tanaris
As the zepplin exited the hanger, an on-board targeting system-notorious for being terribly bad-seemingly attempted to assist Specter in dealing with his targets.
Instead the slug a size of a small horse came flying through the air; slamming into the Blood Elf and knocking him backwards. Specter slammed into a jeep behind him, his chi discharging and igniting the engine; creating a rather impressive fireball.
Ferin nearly collapsed on the ground, but stopped himself in favor of grabbing Cora and dragging her along. Moving as fast as he could, the Half-Elf managed to get aboard the lower deck of the zepplin as it left; throwing Cora in before him to make sure she got there.
Post by
morginar
Character: Zeltharis nightsong
Location: Stormwind Keep, Stormwind City
"Are you the one to torture me?" The thief asked looking up on the human she had meet before, but it would be wise to act as if she was a stranger.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Serenade, Zachary Palesen
Location
: Tanaris
"We're going to be drifting up towards Feralas," Zach called back. "We can't afford to head back to Thousand Needles, it's too dangerous." As he spoke, it began to drift up towards towards the north. He quickly fed some extra fuel into the tank, and soon it was rocketing away.
"We'll follow their radio transmissions," Serenade said with a chuckle. "They transmit back to base once an hour, to ensure that they're still up and running."
He started suddenly at the explosion, and started towards where Specter had been standing at a sprint.
Character
: Funden, Khaz, Thorgrim, Fjarn
Location
: Stormwind Keep
"Talk, and there won't be any torture," Khaz remarked. "Yet."
Post by
Atik
Ferin Hopewell
Zepplin
Ferin coughed; blood spilling from his mouth and onto the floor. He reached into his pockets, grabbing a knife and some ink.
Specter
Tanaris
The mangled and charred door of the jeep suddenly flew from the burning wreckage; smacking off the ground a way away.
Specter's hand reached up, gripping the top of the husk tight and pulling himself out. The from of his shirt was almost entirely ripped apart from the shot, cuts and burns covering skin wherever it was exposed. Slices along his face bled violently; blood spilling into his eyes.
Said eyes locked on Serenade, realizing that Vincent and the Dwarf were in the hanger with him.
"Where's Varima?" He growled in anger.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Leo, Sindry, Byte, Quasiglobal, Brokkar
Location:
Ulduar
Leo looked about at the voice. "Eh-Ouch!" he cried as a knife sliced along his cheek, leaving a thin red line as mark of its passing.
Sindry had far better luck, deflecting the first few knives with the metal bar. "It's the spider!" she swore.
"But, it only has like, six legs," Leo protested even as he touched the new wound.
"He has arms too!"
"But would those be more equivalent to mandibles or some-." Whatever Leo had been about to say next was cut off as Sindry grabbed his collar and dragged (but mostly choked) him behind a pillar.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Serenade, Zachary Palesen
Location
: Tanaris
"In the break room. There's a medical team with her," Serenade said calmly. "She's in good hands."
Post by
Atik
Specter
Tanaris
"And you just let them get away..." Specter glared. The Elf reached up, wiping some of the blood from his forehead and flicking it to the floor before storming off.
Silvia Lightdoom
Booty Bay
Silvia paused a moment, standing up and holding Dusk in one arm against her breasts. "It seems something actually just came up." She grinned. "I'm afraid I've gotta run..."
Post by
Aimsyr
Vahij Syava
Booty Bay
"Oooh, can I come?" Vahij asked, rising to her feet only slightly unsteadily. What made this all the more surprising was the fact there were enough empty bottles of rum lying about to give a small elekk alcohol poisoning. Severe alcohol poisoning.
Post by
Persen
Victor Atwood
Gilnean Countryside
Victor, meanwhile, realized his poor choice of positioning. His field of view was limited to only a few alleys running parallel with his line of fire and to the square in front of the town hall. He cursed his own incompetence, getting ready to pick up and relocate himself just when he discovered the strangest man strutting down a street.
"What's he doing?" Victor asked himself, adjusting the focus of his looking glass to get a sharper image of the figure. The better image provided revealed the answer, and the next question slipped his lips with amazement: "Why is he setting off the traps?"
The man disappeared from his vision, heading down a perpendicular street. Victor shifted his glass to the left, coming across two Gilnean soldiers struggling with a worgen. He spectated them intermittently for a minute, scanning for other targets. Just when he looked back at the for the third time, the soldiers completely unexpectedly took off in a wild panic.
Victor quickly put down the glass and grabbed his rifle. He rested the butt against his shoulder and the forend on his pack, peering down the iron sights towards the worgen, who without magnification was little more than an elongated spot in the distance. He adjusted the sight minimally, breathed out and squeezed the trigger. The gun snapped back hard against his shoulder; the familiar feeling sent his heart racing with the thrill of the hunt. He cycled the bolt, put the gun down and picked up the glass to see whether the shot had found its mark.
Post by
Atik
Silvia Lightdoom
Booty Bay
"Well, I don't see why not." Silvia giggled. "Azazel doesn't meet enough pretty girls." She grinned; opening up a portal much to the suprise of many patrons.
Silvia Lightdoom, Ferin Hopewell
Zepplin
The fel magics focused in on Issac, using him as a tie and allowing the portal to open itself up upon the Zepplin, even while it was in motion.
Hooves stepped out, clopping off the wood as Silvia appeared with a smile.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Hunter P. Tracker, Havencalw, Faust Kaufman
Location:
Gilneas Countryside
The worgen jerked back and fell tot he ground unmoving, the bullet finding it's mark. Faust paused in his work on the trap.
"Hey now..." He looked to where the shot had come from.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Vincent Gaillard, Isaac Ashwood
Location
: Tanaris
"Serenade has a plan, Specter, have faith!" Vincent called into the elf's back, but without much hope.
Isaac's reaction to a portal opening near him was quite predictable for someone in the middle of hijacking a vehicle belonging to dark magic wielding people like Serenade and his cronies - he cursed and fell on his rear, hitting a support beam with his shoulder. His wounds that had just barely begun to clot opened again upon impact, and no small amount of his blood splashed out.
The boy shook his head groggily, trying to focus his sight. When he saw just who was walking out of the portal that was this close to cutting through Tori, he spewed another profanity, almost wishing it were indeed Serenade instead. Almost.
Character
: John William Cassidy, Pseudolocal
Location
: Uldis
All eight columns began moving - it appeared that each of them was comprised of several cylindrical sections that were rotating seemingly independently from one another. Some were swifter, some were slower, some moved clockwise, the others - otherwise. And each section of each pillar sprouted a single long blade parallel to the floor.
"Well," Cassidy muttered after his attempt to take cover behind a pillar almost cost him a slice across his chest. "This ain't look good."
Post by
Atik
Silvia Lightdoom, Ferin Hopewell
Zepplin
"Oh, my poor baby." Silvia said with worry, although the grin remained on her face with only the slightest lessening. The Draenei kneeled down by Issac; shadowy magics waving through the air and moving to heal his wounds. "Little Azazel, always getting into fights." She giggled.
Below deck, Ferin had prepared his knife and ink; pulling himself next to Cora. He stared at his one arm, wondering why it wouldn't move as he wanted it too. Quickly, he went to work with his other hand; drawing lines along Cora's scales but being careful not to push too hard as he tried to heal the Drake. Although amongst Cora's various piercings and tatoos she probably wouldn't notice a few rune scars, the Shaman didn't want to risk it.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Leo, Sindry, Byte, Quasiglobal, Brokkar
Location:
Ulduar
"Woah!" Leo cried, jumping back as a blade nearly sliced through him, dragging Sindry along as consequence of her still holding his collar. This pressed themselves against the wall, watching as the sliver of silver sang before them, slowly rotating like a malefic windmill.
"Plan?" Sindry asked testily.
"Planning!" Leo replied shakily.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Azazel "Isaac" Ashwood
Location
: Zeppelin
"My name is Isaac," Azazel, son of Ahriman, mumbled rather pathetically as he watched helplessly his mother casting her spells on him. Though he tried to reject his birth name given to him by his parents, a part of him that he wished were not there - the same part that thought magic was awesome and power worth pursuing - actually liked it, so even to him his retort rung hollow.
Character
: John William Cassidy, Pseudolocal
Location
: Uldis
One glance at the pillars was enough for Cassidy to understand - there was simply not enough space between the blades for him to stand on any given one without risking getting bifurcated by its upper neighbor. He also suspected that their enemy knew the rotating patterns precisely, and could use the bizarre trap to its full potential. For now, though one column was between Cassidy and Pseudolocal, because of the blades' length he would not be able to aim precisely.
Post by
Persen
Victor Atwood
Gilnean Countryside
Through the looking glass, Victor met Faust's eyes like they were looking at each other across a dinner table rather than at cannon-range. He instinctively held his breath and lowered his head, even though he was fairly confident in his cover at this distance.
Without taking his eye from the spyglass, he picked up his rifle and placed it against his shoulder, just in case.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Leo, Sindry, Byte, Quasiglobal, Brokkar
Location:
Ulduar
"Okay," Leo exclaimed. "Got something. I'll toss a circuit at him. When he dodges, hit him with a knife. If he does it again, Cassidy can shoot him. Byte!" Leo called.
"Yes?" the robot asked, flapping nearby.
"Tell Cassidy the plan."
Byte looked at Leo blankly. His head slowly rolling in it's socket with befuddlement.
The young scientist sighed. "The moppet man, Byte. Tell the moppet man the plan. Then, get behind the spider."
"Okay!" The robot took off like a shot, skimming the side of the wall as he searched out the mercenary.
"Next time, we bring radios," Sindry groused, flicking a pair of knives free from her belt.
Character:
Hunter P. Tracker, Havencalw, Faust Kaufman
Location:
Gilneas Countryside
Faust grinned at the young man, his sharp toothed smile consuming the narrow view of the spyglass.
Post by
Persen
Victor Atwood
Gilnean Countryside
Victor's heart skipped a beat when the Faust revealed his pointy teeth.
Calm down,
he urged himself,
you can't shoot with racing heart. There's no way he can see you. Get yourself together.
He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, hoping secretly that it had been a hallucination. Then he grabbed his rifle steadily with the right hand, supporting the glass with his left and resumed looking through it.
Post Reply
You are not logged in. Please
log in
to post a reply or
register
if you don't already have an account.