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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Irving Mortorus, Capricia Mortorus, R. B. Havoc
Location:
Grimmwald, Mortorus Castle
The storm broke had broken an hour prior to vent its rage and fury against the small observatory tower leaning precariously from castle Mortorus. Rain pelted the tiled roofing while lighting flashed and sparked, often drawn to thin metal towers which dotted the gothic keep. Electricity raced from these lightning rods along thin cables strung about the roof, running and jumping until being led into various sources. One such being the tall, rounded tower of the observatory itself. There, they would curve into great humming steel boxes, arc across steel rods circled by coiling rings, their flashes momentarily illuminating much of the grand, domed chamber and occasionally raining sparks onto the cobbled stone floor. All over this room hurried perhaps a dozen bent and misshapen figures. These flashes of light revealed discoloured flesh and the shine of metal. Stitches stood out starkly against skin the colour of tombstone grafted to flesh of slightly pale pink, limbs that did not quite match, and eyes which were largely empty of but the basest intelligence, but burned with the focus of putting what little there was to their task.
Amongst these creatures, only three moved with anything resembling normality.
“Tonight!” Irving roared over the hum of electricity and dull booming of the storm. “It has to be tonight! The Storm will cover it, and fuel the generators enough to break through the planes! This is the best chance of making this work!” He suddenly whirled about, his wane frame belied by the buttoned up surgical black coat reaching his knees. Jingling like wind chimes various knives, scissors, and other sharp edged implements were shoved into his belt, as though he expected at a moment’s notice to perform either a surgery, or an autopsy. Green eyes raged with the feverishness of urgency, and sweat streaked stringy black hair hung curled and coiled at the sheer amount of ambient electricity filling the room. “It must be tonight!”
The two others stopped when he did and gazed at him. Clad in a pristine and thick snow white coat which her female figure seemed to sink into, the first cocked her head slightly to the side sending hair that shined dross copper tumbling from beneath a tall furred hat. A sudden flash of electricity between two coils threw features that may have once been of exceptional beauty, now but a shadow of its former self into stark relief. Stitches crisscrossed her face, holding together skin that though closely related in colour, the pigments were nevertheless slightly off from the snowy white they tried to emulate. An eye of red and one of green gazed back at Irving with affectionate sadness.
“It’s not that it is a bad idea, Irving, dear. Rather…I think that a bit more caution in undertaking such a…a leap should be considered.”
Irving turned to the second. “And you, Havoc? Do you agree with Capricia’s assessment?”
A sturdy man of indeterminate age but undeniably athletic figure shifted casually his weight from one side to the other. Wearing an open and ragged officer’s red coat decorated with golden buttons and epaulets, he revealed the flash of a breastplate underneath the jacket whenever he moved. He gave Irving an expression of such calm courtesy on his thick jawed face it almost bordered on contempt as he looped his thumbs into a belt loaded with a long sword and several muskets. This undeniably military man - but of such motley appearance he could only be a mercenary - tipped a morion helmet at his younger counterpart. “It seems that such an idea goes a bit beyond my pay grade. But as you asked, and I am willing to answer, I say more power to it. If nothing else,” he added with a grim smile showcasing pronounced canines, “we’ll see something interesting.”
Irving’s reply was silenced as thunder greater than any before fairly shook the room. Blue electricity screamed throughout the machinery and between the coils.
“Mashter!” one of the ghoulish creatures slurred, leaning its hunched figure over the railings of one of the catwalks. “The dialsh! They’re moving!”
With a curse Irving spun away. “Damn! Put away the protests! We have to do this now or never! Man the machines!” he cried to the room as he raced across the floor with arms spread wide, sending shambling creatures scrambling and shuffling away purposefully. “Open the shutters! Deploy the Ripper! The time is now! Now!” Grabbing the corner of a grand white sheet, Irving tore it free.
Like a wedding veil the fabric fell away. What had once been a great telescope, but such a form could hardly be recognized beneath the snaking cables, added steel and twisted figure that it had now taken shined in the flickering lights of the observatory. Broad and heavy bodied, the telescope aimed at the ceiling like a mortar ready to fire. Its lens was now surrounded by four jagged pieces of metal spaced evenly apart, which swept up then tapered to a point several meters out, reminiscent of bayonets. Cables stemmed from the telescope limply, spreading across the floor to snake into various machines whose functions were a mystery to any other than their creator.
It was he that threw the curtain away and fled to the rear of the telescope where a vast panel of dials, levers, buttons and phosphorescent glass bulbs flashed with eager warning. “The shutters!” Irving cried as lights played across his face in a rainbow of emergency. “Open the shutters! Quickly! Before we lose the storm!”
Havoc and Capricia exchanged a glance. Then, with a lazy smile and shrug of his shoulders, the soldier rushed away to the wall of the observatory where several long chains hung. Capricia sighed and marched towards one of the wailing machines.
Reaching the wall, Havoc grabbed one of the chains leading into a winch and began to heave upon the metal links. Rattling and groaning in protest, the chain shimmied through the soldier’s hands, turning vast gears above them. Two tremendous doors curving along the roof of the dome creaked open, ushering in the rain and howling winds of the storm outside.
“Perfect!’ Irving roared as the shutters opened. Grabbing a wheel on the panel he spun it about, the telescope slowly drifting its eye across the angry black horizon as the scientist watched the numbers beneath the glass click by. “Closer…closer…there!” With a thunk the telescope shuddered to a halt. Rain spattered against the lens and pressed down Irving’s hair against his scalp, just as he fairly pressed his face against the glass to watch the erratic finger of the dials. Generators hummed with a fury as electricity spat across the distance between coils and even occasionally sparking away to strike against the floor with the snap-crack of a whip.
“Capricia!” Irving snapped. “How much power do we have!”
“This thing says ten terajoules.” The scarred women inched her face closer to the dials. “…I think.”
Blood pounded in his ears so hard that Irving was forced to ask his sister to repeat herself. “Good! Good. Almost there…” Irving hissed as he watched his own dial quiver forward. “Almost there…Now!” Grabbing two levers, Irving yanked them down. “Throw the switch!”
“What, now?”
“Yes damn it! Now! Now!”
With a giggle at her brother’s dramatic antics, Capricia reached for the handle on a massive circuit breaker and pulled.
A sudden rush of electricity filled the room as the batteries released their assets. Bulbs shattered with shrieks and dials cracked as power surged from all over the room, hummed through the tangle of thick cables, and raced to the repurposed telescope. The entire device came alive, rumbling like an earthquake as power filled it, bolts sparking between the four prongs about the lens. Then, the lens itself exploded with eldritch purple light. Cutting through sky and storm, the beam of light forced the clouds apart, revealing the darkness of the nether beyond. But there the beam stopped. Striking an invisible barrier, it punched a whole through space itself.
Irving inhaled sharply, a hush falling about him at the sight the light revealed. Nestled in the window through reality lay a large sphere covered in blue, brown and greens with the tufts of cottony white clouds playing about the orb. Four landmasses spread across a vast ocean, circling an angry red eye in the middle staring back like the furious pupil of Azeroth itself. Yes, Azeroth, Irving thought in awe of the sight. The world Grimmwald had once belonged. Now, set adrift in the reaches through unknown magics.
A scream from the control panel snatched his attention back to the present. Tearing his gaze from the vision in the sky, his fingers danced across buttons and switches, his own eyes as red and feverish as the maelstrom which glared down from Azeroth.
“Now!” Irving screamed. Grabbing a final lever, he threw his weight against it. With a crack it lurched into place. From the four metal spears about the lens of the telescope, dark magic rolled. Skeletal hands and arms formed of jagged, cracking black and purple necrotic energy threw themselves at the portal in the sky, passing through and clawing towards the planet itself.
Irving laughed as the despoiling hands lurched forth towards the planet who knew how far away. Throwing his arms up in the air with the ecstasy of success, Irving roared, “It works! It works! Haaa! Ha! Ha!”
Post by
Monday
Character: Dr. Harold Streiss
Location: Grimmwald, Mortorus Castle
A fourth figure watched impassively from the shadows. A rather lean man, balding and with a large mustache, he was garbed in robes of blue and carried a large blue and brown, leather bound spellbook in one hand. "Azeroth, my love, why did you forsake us?" he whispered, stepping closer to the portal.
Then, with a quiet hiss of mist and soft purple light, a man appeared. His bearded face reflected bewilderment and anger. His hand was held forth, as if he was torn from the planet in the midst of some arcane ritual. "How dare you!" he roared. "How da-"
Unfortunately, for the warlock's rant was merely beginning, he was cut short as Streiss placed a hand on his head. With a shimmer of blue light, the warlock collapsed into a deep sleep. "Allow me to, ah, welcome our guest properly," Streiss implored, giving a small bow to Irving. "He must be confused, and I'd rather he didn't destroy the machinery."
With that, they withdrew from the chamber.
Morgan awoke with a start in pure darkness. He growled and tried to shift his arms, but found them firmly chained to a stone wall. Further investigation revealed his feet to be the same.
"Ah, you're awake," a smooth tenor voice said, bearing just a hint of laughter. A light flared to life, revealing Streiss standing against the wall. "Good to meet you. I am Dr. Streiss of the Order of the Blue Tower." He said this with some measure of pride, as though expecting Morgan to cry "
Surely not!
" When he didn't, Streiss continued with a bit of a frown. "You must be wondering how you arrived here."
"I must admit, I was rather confused," Morgan said guardedly. His voice had shifted subtly, to a more thoughtful cadence, perfect for discourse with a man of learning. "I recall feeling dark magics, rather unlike my own, and then I fell unconscious."
"A necessity," Streiss said with a shrug. "The machine sought those who have immersed themselves in death. It bears more of a relation to necromancy than the fel arts, which, unless I am very much mistaken, are the kinds you are versed in."
"Indeed," Morgan replied, but ventured nothing else. After a moment, Streiss spoke again.
"Whether or not you wish to be here, you are here now."
"... where is here?" Morgan asked.
"Ah, forgive me." Streiss smiled. "Welcome to Grimmwald, city of Gilneas, cast into the Twisting Nether."
OOC: Gentlemen, welcome to the rebirth of
Solitude
! For those of you confused, here's a quick recap:
Solitude was a city of Gilneas that was torn from Azeroth and cast into the Twisting Nether. The city is set up much like Stormwind and is surrounded by large tracts of farmland. Completely encircling all of this is a huge forest, which nobody returns from.
Alive, at any rate.
The machine indicated in the first post is basically a death grip machine; it pulls those who have been surrounded by death to Grimmwald. This is a chance to get characters from Azeroth and the other RPs into Grimmwald, which, admittedly, was someone isolated before (hence the name Solitude).
Feel free to include any character you wish, as long as it's not:
A. A dragon. They're generally too resistant to magic to get pulled
B. Super OP. We don't like godmoding. Regular RP rules apply, and if you have any questions, check the link to the original RP. It goes into a lot more detail about Grimmwald and the surrounding areas.
And, most importantly, have some fun!
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Crilftah
Location:
Grimmwald
The Wrathguard stood in the alley studying the city intently. He wasn't sure how he'd arrived here; but it was somewhere in the Nether, a very strange turn of events, very strange indeed. A Dreadlord in Felwood, going by the name of Gorshank, had need of him. He would have to make this quick.
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Character:
Eye
Location:
Grimmwald
Being dead wasn't the worst thing that could happen to you. Eye spun his spear around idly, his four minds conflicting for control over his body; but that was nothing different. Eye's powers were depleting; it was time to rejuvenate himself by either shedding innocent blood; or visiting his master; the Shadow That Never Moves.
He remembered when he had been loved; but that was so long ago. No one would love him. The bland looking young man fled back down into the sewers of Grimmwald, his only home. It was time to contemplate over his decisions, and it was almost time to find a new soul to join him. But not yet; he had some time to try to normal, however short it may be.
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Character:
Umandar Bigbelly
Location:
Grimmwald
Sighing as he strode out of the bar, Umandar Bigbelly patted his pet wasp, Zapzz, on the head. The old dwarf had been denied another job. He was getting to old for this type of thing. Umandar walked down the streets of Grimwald, his faithful wasp lighting his way.
Post by
Atik
Meline Varga
Grimwald Plains, Forest Edge
Meline loved the rain. Listening to the pitter patter of water as it bounced off the red steel of her massive axe. The woman was tall, thin in build, but with hidden muscles which would grant her impressive strength to begin with. As a member of one of Grimwald's accursed families, the strength was increased nearly five-fold. No one short of her own kin could match her in combat, it seemed.
And so was her plight. Meline was without challenge, she lived her life without room to improve. And so came the other reason she loved the rain. Under the cover of night, creatures from beyond the woods made their way into the city; cut off from the rest of the world. Under the cover of the storm, she had come to the edge of the forest, where she now waited.
The darkness clouded her sight, the rain and storm clouding her hearing. Even her smell was overtaken by the stench of the wet foliage surrounding her. As far as she could personally know, she was alone.
And then it came. The only warning was its growl, all but hidden by the sounds of the rain. The feral beast leapt from the darkness, Meline moving quickly as she got to her feet, axe coming up to the ready. The form was distorted by the water washing down around her, bright yellow eyes gleaming at her, reminding her that any normal human would be dead right now.
Spinning in a wide arc, Meline replied that she was no normal human; painting the rain red with blood.
Xander Greyfang
Grimwald, Mortorous Castle
"Well, %^&*."
Thus were the first words of the cloaked boy, falling from the sky and very quickly face-planting into the cold, wet, hard floor below the machine. With a smack, he groaned in pain, planting his limbs against the floor and forcing himself up. "Ow..."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Irving Mortorus, Capricia Mortorus, R. B. Havoc
Location:
Grimmwald, Mortorus Castle
Havoc promptly loosed a low, drawling laugh at their second arrival.
Post by
Atik
Xander Greyfang
Grimmwald, Mortorus Castle
Xander sat up, eyes closed in pain. One hand came up as blood flowed from his nose, the other tossing a middle finger at the laughter. "Sssssss" He hissed in pain. "Oww
www."
Water soaked his long black hair, he cloak already pressed against his skinny form, looking almost sickly he was so thin. Bare feet sloshed as he set them against the floor; standing slowly.
The water proved worse than he had expected; causing him to slip and fall again. "!@#$!" He managed, smacking down anew.
The water around him to a dark red with her bleeding nose's help, the man finally got to his feet, wandering a bit and clearly disoriented.
Meline Varga
Grimmwald Plains, Forest Edge
The storm grew in intensity; as if retaliating against some sort of disturbance. Bringing her axe up, Meline slammed one of the worgens into a tree she was lucky to even notice. A yelp resounded through the air. But it couldn't be from so close, even with the rain it seemed far to distant.
The woman paused, looking around for anything she could actually see. And then she saw it; and smelled it. Wet fur and blood, the limp form flipping through the air and falling limp on the ground nearby. The beast was dead, but not by her hands.
Silence surrounded her. And, for almost a full minute, she failed to grasp the importance of it. The rain hit something else; but it did not splash as if it were hitting skin or stone. Quickly, she moved to raise her weapon; blocking just in time as the attack threw it into her chest, and threw her back several feet.
Expecting a charge, she swung anew; not being able to see her attacker, but knowing it was there. She hardly felt the hit, moving to the side quickly. She wasn't sure if she had just grazed it, or if it was more durable than she was expecting.
The next attack was too fast for her; knocking her to the side and sending her tumbling along the wet ground. Quickly, she rolled felling the ground shake as something landed beside her. The rain was everywhere now, it drowned out all noise, all sight. She was literally fighting blind, and deaf for that matter.
And she grinned, fangs poking out from behind her lips. It seemed she had finally found her challenge.
Spinning, she swung with all the force she could muster.
Post by
Levarus
Eadric the Pure
Grimmwald, Cathedral District
Suffering, what is it's cause?
Eadric pondered as he looked into the sky, beating down on his plate armor with thick rain. Eadric had always wondered - was always looking for, the answer to suffering. He had suffered his entire young life - lived in terrible conditions as a child, growing up in the streets, when one day the Church of the Radiant Steps had taken him in it was like a sanctuary. His childhood had given him Will - the Church had given him Purpose - an unstoppable combination that through sheer resolve and faith he believed he could do anything.
As he stood there vigil, at the base of the large cathedral of his order, he looked down and narrowed his eyes on an alleyway.
Demon.
Eadric unsheathed his large sword and walked - not too slow but not too directly fast, towards the wrath-guard looking humanoid.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Dr. Harold Streiss
Location
: Grimmwald, Mortorus Castle
"Grimmwald?" Morgan asked blankly. "You mean that ghost town in Gilneas?"
"Ghost town? An apt description," Streiss said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. "Though far more literal than you intended, I imagine. But I digress. We shall now get to the reason why we brought you here. You, and others."
"Oh?" Morgan asked darkly. "What reason is that?"
"It's quite simple, really," Harold replied, striding towards a table set into a corner. "I aim to return it back to Azeroth."
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Vrak
Location:
Grimmwald, Mortorus Castle
Blinking, the orc found himself lying face first in front of the machine.
Character:
Crilftah
Location:
Grimmwald
The demon watched the human approach him. He had no time for petty paladins, he was on a schedule. Crilftah turned and walked swiftly in the opposite direction.
Post by
Levarus
Eadric the Pure
Grimmwald, Cathedral District
So,
Eadric thought,
we got a runner.
Eadric motioned with his gauntleted hand towards the demon - attracting nearby guards who also began jogging towards the demon. "You there." Eadric shouted. "Stop! I mean no harm."
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Crilftah
Location:
Grimmwald
The Wrathguard stopped, turning towards his pursuers, "Then speak, mortal."
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Irving Mortorus, Capricia Mortorus, R. B. Havoc
Location:
Grimmwald, Mortorus Castle
"Get them out of the way!" Irving roared from his place at the screaming control panel. "If they're dead, pile 'em in the corner!"
Hurrying from her post at the breaker, Capricia took the hand of the bleeding youth gently. "Over here," she said, gently tugging him away from the spot; and more importantly, the puddles where it would be most undesirable to be if one of the stray bolts of electricity struck.
Havoc, still chuckling beneath his breath, sauntered up to the orc and nudged a foot into his side. "Get up, then. Come on."
Post by
Levarus
Eadric the Pure
Grimmwald, Cathedral District
Eadric and two guards caught up to the wrathguard. "Name, origin, master, give it all to me Wrathguard." Eadric said, desperately wanting incentive to put the demon into prison - where, he thought, all demons belonged.
Post by
morginar
Character
: Falionna Shadesong
Location
: Grimmwald, Mortorus Castle
The dark ranger felt herself being pulled. And then she found herself in a most perculiar place. She arose from her lying position as her undeath prevented her from going unconsius. Her crimson eyes observing the unholy machinery that pulled her into the grim realm.
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Crilftah
Location:
Grimmwald
The demon laughed, "Name, origin, master, give it all to me Paladin." Crilftah smirked, "You amuse me paladin, I will humor you. I am Crilftah, a Wrathguard Captain of the Burning Legion. I serve Sargeras the Dark Titan and Kil'Jaedan the Deceiver! But more directly, I currently work for a Dreadlord name Gorshank the Ruiner. Origin, you say? If even the Titans do not know; why would I tell you?"
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Character:
Vrak
Location:
Grimmwald, Mortorus Castle
Vrak leapt to his feet, daggers flying out, one leveling at the opposing figure's throat, "Where am I, spawn of the Nether?"
Post by
Levarus
Eadric the Pure
Grimmwald, Cathedral District
"I am the arm of the law." Eadric said. Beneath his gleaming steel helmet, Eadric's eyebrows narrowed. "You admit to serving the legion? That is a criminal offense worthy of imprisonment!"
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Crilftah
Location:
Grimmwald
"You admit to impeding the Legion? That is a criminal offense worthy of death!" Crilftah drew his twin long swords and the axe blade on his tail gleamed dangerously.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Irving Mortorus, Capricia Mortorus, R. B. Havoc
Location:
Grimmwald, Mortorus Castle
Havoc glanced at the knife at his throat. Gently, he tapped the loaded musket against the orc's belly. "Now, now. Let's at least try and be civil."
Post by
Levarus
Eadric the Pure
Grimmwald, Cathedral District
"Guards!" Eadric shouted, extending his iron hand which flung forth a large, divine hammer that went flying through the air towards Crilftah.
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