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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Wilhelm Meyer
Location
: Duskwood
Meyer eyed the harpy, then allowed himself a little smile. "I see you are grief-stricken over your species's loss of kaldorei bodies, getting stuck in this feathered sack instead. I can shove your soul into an elven corpse, for a reasonable price, if you so desire. For now, however, I would like you to quit pestering- what's your name, kid?"
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer, Maximilian Totentaz, Cregga
Location:
Duskwood
"P-Peter...Brighthammer," he said fearfully.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Wilhelm Meyer
Location
: Duskwood
Meyer sighed.
"Let me be perfectly clear on this matter. The Alliance does not recognize your species as a sentient one. And why would it? You have no culture, and your legacy is the debris-filled holes you live in. You have no worth, and you have no purpose other than to be slaughtered by the so-called adventurers to prove their mettle, your feathers plucked from your still warm bodies to serve as clothing decorations, your young turned into omelet. The fact that you possess some semblance of intelligence is but one of the numerous examples what a twisted and cruel sense of humor our life has.
That you are still alive you owe to me being reluctant to kill where death can be averted. But make no mistake, impede me further and you will be destroyed, your soul harvested and your body scattered to the four winds. None will mourn your passing, and none will remember it for long.
I will ask again, nicely, one last time. Quit your pestering of one Peter Brighthammer."
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Wilhelm Meyer
Location
: Duskwood
"You have my thanks," Wilhelm said acidly.
The warlock then tilted his head to the side, as if having heard something of import. He outstretched his arm, and not a moment later a rather short imp with disproportionately long tail, horns and ears phased in, making himself comfortable on Meyer's limb.
"
Bad news, boss,
" the imp squeaked, picking his ear with his tail. "
No sign of the Eddie guy, and the trail's all cold like Gesvene's heart.
"
"I keep telling you that you're not her type, Tarnik," Meyer sighed exasperatedly. "Just my luck, it seems, although these recent developments do untie my hands in different regards. I cannot in good conscience leave a walking felgenic catastrophe without proper surveillance, so this is what I propose, Peter Brighthammer. I would discuss it with your lady friend as well, if only she began communicating with means differing from sullen glares.
I shall swiftly place wards on this place so that I can postpone the examining of Reichten's hideout. After that, I will escort your group to Darkshire, where the foulmouthed one can be handed over into the welcoming embrace of the law and the girl can be attended to by the local priesthood.
What say you?"
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer, Maximilian Totentaz, Cregga
Location:
Duskwood
"Oh fel no!" Max exclaimed from where he was beneath the felhound.
"Erm..." Peter glanced to Irene in wordless question.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Wilhelm Meyer
Location
: Duskwood
"Will you look at that, Tarnik. She can actually talk," Wilhelm said scathingly.
"
Totes unexpected, boss,
" the imp agreed faithfully. Khadomo whined confusedly, the hound's tail thwapping against Max's legs.
"Never you mind, dog. Miss, would you kindly introduce yourself and enlighten me, what exactly are you planning to do, leaking dark energies like that? It's a wonder you're not glowing yet - and believe you me, to any witch hunter worth his salt, you actually are, and not in a good way, too."
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Wilhelm Meyer
Location
: Duskwood
"Pleased to meet you, Miss 'I'm going to Westfall to kill someone'. Must take some practice saying that long a name in one breath," Meyer sneered.
"How are you even supposed to go around killing people like that? Stay in their vicinity until they get infected and horrible, horrible things begin happening to them? And as an agent of the Crown, I'm afraid I can't just let you go until at least I know what warrants so drastic a measure. Because see, right now you look like a mess, of the kind people in my line of work will have to sort out later. And as you can guess, there's not a lot people in my line of work, meaning I either get this sorted out now, or get saddled with it later, only worse.
To sum up: whom, why and how have you ventured forth to slay, Miss 'I'm going to Westfall to kill someone'?"
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer, Maximilian Totentaz, Cregga
Location:
Duskwood
"Erm, destroyed, perhaps, not totally apt. More..changed...irreparably," Peter said right before he began hating himself for drawing attention.
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer, Maximilian Totentaz, Cregga
Location:
Duskwood
Peter promptly shrank into himself and started hating a little harder.
Post by
Aimsyr
Nimrod Lightforge, Gregg
Elwynn Forest
As the group neared the outskirts of Elwynn the trees shrank away, becoming sparse, but no less lush as their roots lapped up the fresh river water. A chill breeze blew gently through the tall, green grass, bringing with it the stench of burnt flesh and a whisper from afar.
Kalinnnaaaaa....
"Westbrook looks even less welcoming than usual," Gregg mused, noting the sealed door with redoubts to either side. The gnome made no sign to show he had heard the voice, nor did Nimrod, which was unsurprising considering the fact it was only intended for the human.
A crow settled on a nearby branch, craning its head to get a good view of the group.
Elsa Wolftongue
Duskwood
Elsa stumbled out of the bushes, onto the main road, cursing the day she had first met Peter and made the decision to steal his coin purse. The pickpocket glanced both ways and, confident there were no other creatures, living or otherwise, in sight, started to make her way towards Darkshire.
Post by
Persen
Kalina Brayton
Elwynn Forest
Kalina shuddered and stopped.
This is when I ask if anyone heard that and they say no. I'm not going to do that.
She peered to the west, past the trees, but saw nothing of particular importance. She didn't notice the bird.
"Hey," she called, having fallen a few steps behind the others. "My arm is hurting," she lied. "Can we stop for a minute?"
Post by
Aimsyr
Nimrod Lightforge, Gregg
Elwynn Forest
Nimrod sighed, "alright, but it'll have to be a fast minute, I think I know who did this."
Gregg eyed the crow suspiciously, "who?"
The dwarf gave him an odd look, "the bad guys of course!"
"Dare I wonder what stroke of pure genius gave you that idea?" the gnome asked, in sarcastic tone.
The paladin shrugged nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal, "just a hunch."
Post by
Persen
Kalina Brayton
Elwynn Forest
"Can I just ask - out of curiosity - what is
this
?" Kalina said, not following at all.
Post by
Aimsyr
Nimrod Lightforge, Gregg
Elwynn Forest
Kaliiinnnnnnaaaaaaaaa....
the wind sighed.
Nimrod gestured vaguely to their surroundings, lacking the vocabulary to adequately describe the atmosphere.
"The fact the air smells like burnt flesh and the garrison looks like its preparing for war?" Gregg offered, "unless you think someone left the oven on too long and they're overreacting."
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