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Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Stormwind, The Harbour
"Are the others here too?" Vashadya asked out of interest, referring to the rest of Rotha's family.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kef
Location: Stormwind - Harbour
Kef sighed. It was clear the person she'd come to meet wasn't coming. He'd probably been spooked and would likely set up another meeting in the near future, but that still left Kef stranded in Stormwind, virtually penniless and without a place to sleep for the night.
Post by
Atik
Balah'Amin, Coldpelt
Stormwind City
Balah glanced over her shoulder at Kai; waving absently before stepping out of the room.
Post by
470415
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Richard
Location:
Stratholme
"You did great!' Richard said as Naia returned.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel and Turinhil Dawnchaser, Morengar, Girithon and Gulamar Lothmeril
Location
: Silvermoon City
"Right back at you, old rogue," Lisciel chuckled heartily, shaking Zyrith's hand, "And of course, welcome again, you too," he added, turning his head to nod at Ailya. His smile widened when he observed Frosty high-five his sister-in-law, merry jingle ringing across the room.
"Zyrith. Ailya," Morengar raised his hand, smiling as well, though Lisciel's uncle was much more reserved about his emotions than his nephew.
"It's not like you've never been here, we're like that all the time," Turinhil shrugged, "One gets used to it fast."
The only reason Gulamar and Girithon were not staring up at the illusory sky was the fact that they had watched Lisciel conjure it - a process that had taken enough time for the Lothmeril boys to satisfy their curiosity. They went about carefully positioning the cutlery on the long table, sticking their tongues out from sheer effort and concentration.
Post by
Adamsm
Kiran Hartford, Koran Lighthammer
Feralas
"Would, but then you have to deal with the teleport sickness, and the fact that you always surprise people when you step out of the portal itself." Kiran said with a grin, poking Vrell in the side.
Koran nodded and looked around the terminal. "Should we find a spot to sit, or head for the zep now?" He asked the others.
Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza, Alana
Zepplin
"And not a moment too soon, I'd imagine." Sasha nodded, sitting down with Kai. She looked over the edge at the mountains, taking it all in. "It's a nice view." She smiled.
Alana looked up from stuffing her face. "Hrm? Smure." She mumbled, swallowing. "I mean, my brother could probably do better than me, but I'll see what I can figure out."
Post by
Sparkbolt
Loki
Orgrimmar
Loki boarded the zeppelin when it docked and sat against the railing on the edge as he pulled out his gun and started to take it apart while Ember ran around sniffing the new people.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel and Turinhil Dawnchaser, Morengar, Girithon and Gulamar Lothmeril
Location
: Silvermoon City
"Dad and Aunt Hithui," Lisciel replied. "And that's pretty much it, though it's not like we don't have room enough for more in case I've forgotten someone."
That said, he threw Turin an amused glance that caused the young Dawnchaser to stutter and fail to come up with a witty retort to Selin.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Zachary Palesen
Location
: Tanaris
"Yeah," Zach said. "I'll be back soonish."
Character
: Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Location
: Stonetalon
"So, a member of the Blue Flight? I didn't think their attention would be drawn by something like this," Alnerigo mused, stroking his chin.
Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza, Alana
Zepplin
Sasha blinked. "I... uh... I remember when trips like these took days, not hours..." She commented.
Alana stared at Evan. "Well fine then." She said, getting up and making her way quite quickly back towards the rooms.
Locronos
Stonetalon Mountains
"There's... isn't so much." Locronos commented. "I'm not exactly representing my race here."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: ?
Location
: Stormwind Harbor
The Harbor was crowded, as always. Hubbub of a thousand voices speaking dozens of languages and dialects never seemed to quiet down. Everyone was hurrying somewhere - running, riding a horse or a car, pushing a cart either heavy with goods, or empty and creaking forlornly. If one were to cross this living river, this tumultuous stream, from one side of the street to the other, they would surely risk finding themselves trampled. To give credit where it is due, though, the good people of Stormwind mostly managed to go about their lives without accidents. True, here and there flames of conflict would rise suddenly, but all as one they found little to feed on, and died quickly. Chaotic, yet ultimately peaceful - such was the day.
That is, until a lone figure appeared, striding from the Cathedral district. The man - and there was no mistake this one was a human male in his prime, of average height and mighty build - looked plain enough, if somewhat old-fashioned and certainly anything but rich. He wore loose gray slacks, a pair of well-worn sandals with no socks, a simple t-shirt, and a heavy, weathered cloak with a hood that covered most of his face, leaving only neatly trimmed short beard, black with sprouts of gray - salt and pepper - to be seen. He walked swiftly, leaning against an eight feet long wooden pole for support, and a slight limp was evident in his movements. Not so evident was - which particular leg was lame? Behind him, two mongrel dogs, lean and long-limbed, trotted, and if one were to gaze directly above the man, they would surely see a lonesome black bird of prey - a kite, to be accurate - gliding lazily, flapping its wings in perfect harmony with his uneven stride.
He walked, and strange things happened around him: a fisher that was all but ready to let a youth that had stolen some of his fish - a starving, pitiful youth, were it not for the eyes of a hungry animal - now raised his harpoon to strike the thief, frothing at the mouth in rage; a merchant and a buyer who had almost come to an agreement about the price of some shiny bauble were now shouting at each other until they were hoarse and then some; two carts slammed into each other, and their owners looked dangerously close to doing the same; and so on, and so forth.
Amongst this ruckus, good citizens of Stormwind seemed to avoid the cloaked man and his canine escort. Nay, they probably could not even see him - some sorcery maintained empty space some several steps wide around him, and the people walked around the edge of this invisible circle as surely as if it were a column of stone or a thicket of trees.
Whether he knew of all that was happening around him, and more importantly, whether he cared the slightest bit, was unknown. He was walking purposefully, until he reached his destination - and what an odd sight it was. Though peace reigned across the world of Azeroth, still, to see a lonely orc in the middle of Stormwind was something out of the norm.
"Hail," the man spoke to Kef, in a passable Orcish. "You look lost."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kef
Location: Stormwind
Kef sized up the man speaking to her, her eyes like those of a prey animal deciding whether or not to bolt, full if mistrust and paranoia. There was pain in them as well--well-hidden, but present nonetheless. Above all, however, there was a fierceness to her glare, a stubborn will to survive at any cost.
"Are you the one I was sent to meet?" she asked, her voice muffled slightly by the thick cloth masking her face.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Richard
Location:
Stratholme
"Not forever I hope, because here comes my favorite part of the show," Richard said with a bright grin, taking Naia's shoulders and gently turning her towards the stage. "Look."
As the crowd slowly died down, a single gentleman wearing a steel grey waistcoat and suit made his way onto the stage. He was middle aged and somewhat thin, as if he hungered for something food could not quench. His hair slid back into a pronounced widows peak, while his icy blue eyes pierced the crowd, drawing them in hypnotically as he made his way to the center of the stage. Hands calloused by hard work gripped a podium which rose from the stage with a hiss of pistons, even as several spotlights lit upon him. He took in the crowd in a single sweep of the eyes, but did not smile.
“Good evening, fine, fine people of Stratholme. I cannot tell you how pleased I am to see so many of you here tonight. For you know why we are. We have all seen the effects that magic has caused on this world. The Scourge, the Shattering, the Cataclysm, the destruction of Theramore, the magical addiction of the elves, all of it caused by the selfish wielding of the arcane. A cycle, repeating throughout our histories, beyond our control. For, we needed to accept such things, magic was intrinsic to our lives, to our security.
“But no longer," he said, voice chilled and hard as rock. "I ask you, friends, what can magic do to benefit us, which technology cannot? Do we need the arcane to power our cities? Do we need it to defend ourselves? Do we need it to farm our field? Feed our children? Or build our homes?
“No!” the man shouted, a fist banging on the podium like a judge's gavel. “The arcane is a lodestone about our neck, dragging all of civilization down time and time again! It is an inherent ability, one which has torn this very world asunder. But no longer!
“It is time the arcane schools were leashed. They barely understand their own capabilities, yet they expect us to trust them explicitly with powers that warp the very world at will. But how can we expect them to police themselves, when they have failed so miserably thus far? Who takes them into account? The Kirin Tor? Ha! It is from their very ranks many of these monsters spring. Shall we simply wait for another Kel’Thuzard? Another Thalen Songweaver? Another Azshara? When will we, the ones who truly suffer from these acts, cease to tolerate such abuse?”
“We do not ask for much, merely that those with arcane potential be controlled, for the good of us all. This, is not the age of mortals. It is the age of reason! It is the age of science! It, is the Industrial Revolution!”
His echoing voice did not even have time to fade before the cheering of the crowd began.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Loki
Air
As Loki sat on the zeppelin as it flew across the ocean he heard his phone ring. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out and turned it on. "Hello?" He asked.
"Where are you?" He heard a voice said.
"On a Orgrimmar zeppelin bound for Stranglethorn Richard. Why?" Loki replied.
"Why are you in Orgrimmar?" Richard replied.
"It's a long story." Loki said.
"I got time. My feet are frozen to the ceiling while Depthcharge tries to figure out how a blowtorch works." Richard said then there was a crash heard over the phone.
"Don't pass out cause I don't want to start over." Loki said.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Nexus Spickenspan
Location: Silvermoon City
Description:
A goblin technomage of some repute, Nexus got her start working as an apprentice to Felix Screwspigot, one of the engineers tasked with the creation of the Horde's first line of mana bombs. She learned a much as she could from him and then ditched him for an internship at JetCo, a rising fuel company. She was on her way to the top of the R&D Department when refinery accident that totally wasn't her fault (she swears!) killed half the staff of the Azshara facility and she was thrown on her butt. Now she looks for some way to get back at them.
She's short, even for a goblin, but her black pigtails and smooth emerald skin more than make up for it by goblin standards. 8/10
Nexus stomped out of the workshop, throwing up the universal hand-signal for disdain at the lousy elves who had refused her services. JetCo's influence apparently reached even this far, because once they heard her name, they hadn't even given her an interview before throwing her out.
This wasn't working. How was she going to upstage those jerks at JetCo if no one would even let her use their workshop?
She supposed she could change her identity, but that defeated the whole purpose. This was a matter of pride. Just because those sexist pigs had disgraced her name didn't mean she'd drop it like an overripe banana; no, she had to reclaim her name. Once she was done, Spickenspan would be a household name, and this time not as the monster who would kill your dad at work if you didn't eat all your vegetables. She was going to be the very best, like no one ever was!
Sheesh, that was corny.
Anyway, she knew that all she needed was one breakthrough, something brilliant, that would prove that she was worth more than a few second rate fuel refiners. But how?
Post by
Behelich
Character
: ?
Location
: Stormwind Harbor
"Short answer - no," he said with brutal honesty.
One of his mongrels woofed quietly, causing him to rummage through the numerous pockets on the inside of his cloak. He produced a large slab of meat and hurtled it to the dog.
The other dog, meanwhile, was sniffing Kef up and down, waggling its tail excitedly.
"However," the man continued over the satisfied growling of his pet tearing into the meat, "Since I do not believe in coincidences, you could say, yes. You were sent here to meet me," he paused to suckle on his finger, covered in blood from the chunk he had fed his dog, then finished, "By fate."
He then took out a large lump of fresh white bread and bit into it demonstratively before offering it to Kef.
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