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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Killian Avery
Location
: Ironforge
"Best of luck, then," Killian said, rising from his chair. "When you get back, payment for this first part and the data on the second cult will be waiting for you."
Character
: Turinhil Dawnchaser
Location
: SMC
"I can see it now - the Master and his Apprentice traveling the world, battling evil scientists, learning about the secrets of the Tech," Turin grinned.
"And when the time is right, the Apprentice will become..." he dropped his voice conspiratorially and finished in a dramatic manner, "the Master.
They should, like, make a movie about it."
Character
: Walter Joyce
Location
: Stratholme
"May you not need chance or luck work in your favor to succeed," Walter bowed his head curtly.
Character
: Alexander Bowie
Location
: Stonetalon
"Peace. My name is Alexander Bowie of Gilneas, or Duskhide of the Cenarion Circle. Whichever you prefer," Bowie said with a soft smile.
Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza, Alana
Zepplin
Sasha giggled somewhat at the display.
Post by
Adamsm
Kiran Hartford, Koran Lighthammer
Feralas
"Well, at least they are never forgotten." Kiran said, reaching over to his pouch and pulling out a small handkerchief and passed it to Vrell. "I mean, I think once I hit that big score some day, get more gold then I know what to do with, I want to make up a memorial for my original family...and one for Krasus too." He told her. "Maybe put them somewhere they thought was important to them; so they'll be happy wherever they are now."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Richard, Thrag, Carver
Location:
Stratholme
Carver just stared, cocking his head slightly.
Richard sighed. "I told you Carver, she paid earlier." A silent front met his words. "Well, I hardly think that's your decision. What kind of a thing is that to say! Oh! Well, screw you too Carver. I am not an animal! I told you, that was a mistake, how was I supposed to know he had been eating spaghetti."
The silent, sepulchral figure slowly lifted a hand, pointing a bladed finger at Naia.
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Loki
Stormwind
"I did." He said with a smirk. "Figured out the little tricks void worgs can use. Now leave Balah alone." He demanded.
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Loki
Stormwind
"I'm a lot smarter then you like to admit." He said. "And I don't care if you like me or not you have no right to treat Balah like that."
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Loki
Stormwind
As soon as he was close enough Loki quickly reached to his belt and pulled out his revolver and pointed it under Dusk's chin. "The core in these rounds eat magic and reflect it back out. One shot and you'll feel like you've been set on fire." He said. "Now let me go."
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Loki
Orgrimmar
Loki just started laughing. "My race invented this." He said and phased out of site his laughter fading.
Post by
Adamsm
Tae'sash Firebloom, Talia Martin, Garos Windwalker
Capitol City, Gilneas
Tae raised an eyebrow as Garos entered the room with a small wooden box. "That's what She sent me to get?" He asked, looking over at Talia who nodded.
"Yup; one genuine spell book of 'ancient' human magic that I found in a ruins a few decades ago. Always promised my dear cousin she could borrow it as some point...not sure why she wants it now." Talia said, finishing packing her things. She looked over at the half-orc. "Are your things packed away Garos?"
"Yes Talia. I'm ready to go whenever you all are." Garos told her, placing the box in front of her. She nodded and made the box, her backpack and a box of supplies vanish into one of her pocket storage dimensions.
"Well then, onward and upwards." Talia said, leading them out of the house and sealing it shut behind herself, then all four headed for the air ship dock.
The Pack: Dennis Lobo Hendricks, Miranda Lupe Hendricks, Yuri Simon, Lucas Karkov, Leonard Sirius Cortland
Capitol City, Gilneas
"Can't believe this happened...and to a senator." Dennis Hendricks said, sighing as he watched his friend Sirius check over the body. The Priest of Elune sat back and looked over at Dennis.
"To all visible eyes, it seems as if his heart gave out." Sirius said, standing up. "But to anyone with even the smallest touch of magic can see the evidence."
"Yes." Yuri said, leaning against the door frame. "The killer used some type of magic to make herself stronger; you can see the feet imprints from where the force pushed downwards. The magic though...I don't recognize it. Something new." The Worgen mage said, shaking her head.
"Lucas, any other evidence you can sniff out?" Dennis called to the fourth member of the group. The massive Gilnean raised his head and looked at them.
"Sorry no; and my little friends don't smell anything either." The giant of a man said, climbing over the railing of the balcony, followed by a pair of massive mastiff hounds. "Is the little pup sensing anything?" He asked, looking over at the last member of the group; a thin woman with long black hair and dark blue eyes who was mumbling to herself as she drew symbols in the air.
"No Sir Karkov." Miranda said, and banished her spell, rubbing her palms on her robe. "Just the ambient protection magics on the ballroom; more then likely why the killer took him out onto the balcony, since the spells are weaker in the open air with nothing to build on."
Hendricks sighed and shook his head. "Their Majesty isn't going to like this." He said glumly.
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Loki
Orgrimmar
"You know. You're threats might actually carry weight if your own mother hadn't of told me how to pick apart your little tricks." He said still smiling. "And my race has been around longer then you." He added.
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Loki
Orgrimmar
Loki grabbed hold of her arm before he could be thrown far and fired a round from his revolver into Dusk's foot.
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Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Stormwind, The Harbour District
The tall night elven priestess leaned on the railing of the passenger ship, looking out at Stormwind as if for the first time. "It all looks so different," she mused, noting the skyscrapers jutting upwards into the sky - further even than the mightiest trees in the elven forests. Everywhere on Azeroth was the same now - the names were still there, but where there had been structures built of wood and stone now stood buildings made of metal and glass. Of steel. Even the people had changed, walking around with their funny-looking transistor-radios and
cellphones
.
The priestess shook her head, she understood none of it - every aspect of her garb, not to mention choice of weapons, marked her apart from all the modern humans she passed on the gangplank. Where certain other women wore high heels and short-cut clothes, showing more skin than what had been previously deemed indecent, she wore the flowing robes of a priestess and the flat-bottomed shoes of someone used to walking cobblestone roads. Where the port guards carried the latest firearms, she carried an ancient staff and an ornate longbow -
relics of the past
they were called now. Where those who walked around with their formal suits carried cellphones, the night elf possessed not a scrap of technology - not even a radio. They all looked odd to her, but perhaps not as odd as she looked to them.
What had Yalira called her way of life?
"Living off the grid, that was it,"
Vashadya recalled. None of the people she passed looked even faintly familiar - those of her friends that were still alive were either out there somewhere, amongst the skyscrapers and factories, or living in the few
old-fashioned
places that remained in the world. She rubbed her orange eyes, as if in disbelief, she had been in Darnassuss for too long.
Vagrin Wrathhammer, Lektri Wyrmbolt
Dun Morogh
Most tourists thought about tramping through idyllic snow-covered fields and marvelous inventions when asked about Dun Morogh - most of the people who actually lived there were simply grateful for a day of peace, quiet and not having to worry about gnomish inventions re-arranging their furniture in the middle of the night or getting mailed to a faraway desert island.
Vagrin was inclined to agree with the latter view, especially after the latest mailbox
incident
. "So, how're ye gonna get 'im out?" the dwarven paladin-turned inventor asked, keeping a careful eye on a nearby mailbox. The dwarf was convinced it was watching them hungrily. "Me? You my friend, are the one who insisted on insulting the mailbox and look where that got us," muttered his companion, a gnome of average stature - speaking in a voice that lacked the usual squeaky tones most associated with gnomes. The two watched the mailbox silently, the device sulking around the base of a pine tree. Well outside of Gnomeregan.
"Meybe if tha' art'ficial thingy ye were tryin' ter develop did'nae insist on takin' long 'olidays an' sulkin' a' th' slightest insult we would'nae be ou' 'ere," Vagrin replied, still not accepting the blame. "I told you, it needs
some
perfecting - just because it mailed your trophies halfway across Northrend doesn't merit getting one of my assistants eaten," the gnome snapped, stroking his green goatee thoughtfully.
"Ye tell tha' thin' tha', I'd bet me hammer it's grinnin' righ' now," the dwarf said, the mailbox now leaning nonchalantly against the pine tree. "Th' sooner we ge' 'ome th' sooner I canne ge' meself somethin' ter eat," he added.
Lektri sighed, "always thinking about food. And ale. And women," The gnome shook his head disapprovingly. "Wha'? I cannae 'elp bein' irrestible," the dwarf protested, faking offence. The gnome could no longer conceal his grin, "well if mister
did I tell you about the time I single-handedly fought off half the Lich King's army
has any bright ideas, I would very much like to hear them." "Ah mey have exaggerated a lil' bit, bu' I dinnae mean ter -
'onest
. As fer ideas... How 'bout we crack i' open an' see wha' 'appens?" the former paladin responded, chuckling from underneath his beard. "That is the first good idea I've heard all day," murmured Lektri, "you may have the honours."
The mailbox, however, seemed to have other ideas - the device had
mysteriously
disappeared, no doubt hiding in amongst the surrounding foliage.
?
Stormwind, Stockades Maximum Security Prison, Solitary
An artificial breeze swept through the prison, the sanitized halls quiet - bar the sound of the ventilation systems and the clock ticking away on the wall. The whole compound reeked cleanliness and organization, as if not a single day passed without the guards scouring all sign of the evil that was contained within the reinforced walls.
And it was just Clark's luck he had been assigned to solitary for the day. Tidying papers was no fun under normal circumstances, but solitary was the worst - the very air itself seemed weighed down by the malign thoughts of the inhabitants of each cell - demons, mass murders, war criminals. The lot. The human sighed and leafed through the pages of the report he had hastily typed up, once again little had happened. Very little ever did in solitary. But little did the human know this was his
lucky
day - for something was about to happen. Something he would never speak of again.
A loud chiming sound alerted the human to the end of his shift, with one last depressed sigh he filed away the papers and turned to the door. "Excuse me, is zis ze vay to ze exit?" inquired a calm, confident voice. Clark jumped, only now noticing the figure that had been standing patiently in the doorway for the past few minutes. "Err no sir... I'm uh, going to have to escort you to the exit - no civilians are allowed down here, mister...?" he told the stranger, feeling more than slightly uneasy - especially under the watch of those piercing blue eyes.
"Adler," said the stranger, unmoving. Clark frowned now, noting the out of date military uniform and peaked cap - not to mention skin that had undoubtedly not been touched by sunlight for many months, if not years. Suddenly realization dawned upon him, the wanted posters and war crimes tribunals all came flooding back. The young guard quickly turned and hit the alarm button, awaiting the swinging shut of the wrought-iron security doors and the sound of sirens...
...They never came. In his final moments on Azeroth he recalled the sight of a small white bird pecking at the electrical wiring. It went dark after that.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Loki
Stormwind
Loki kept a firm grip on Dusk to keep himself from being thrown and fired at her shin.
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