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The Scourge Invasion! (Open RP)
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Post by
ruleofthumb
PC - Rhaja
As Rhaja was sharpening the second spearhead, he could hear a moaning from inside. This was no mindless moan of a ghoul, but that of... the elf? Rhaja picked his spear up and went inside and up the stairs to her room. He saw Master Krysh already outside her room with his thick arms folded.
"Masta'--"
"I know, Acolyte Rhaja..." Master Krysh interrupted him. Obviously not pleased.
The elf was tossing around in her unconciousness, and Rhaja had no idea what was going on. Rhaja turned to Master Krysh again; "Masta' what--"
"She's trying to break free." Master Krysh said, interupting the troll again. "She'll soon learn that the Lich King is more powerful than she may think. I always knew she was a bit unsta--"
At that moment, there was a large flash and a dull hiss. When Rhaja could see again, the elf was gone and the old, busted matress she was on was charred and had a thin layer of black soot on it.
What the...
Rhaja had no idea had just happened.
Master Krysh screamed and slammed his thick fist against the wooden wall, cracking the wood. "Find her, Acolyte Rhaja. She has betrayed the Lich King. Bring her to me... alive. I will not allow a lowly acolyte elf to embarrass me in front of the Lich King. She
will
serve... "
Rhaja knew that her betrayal would not go unpunished. "Yes masta'."
(A bit of god-moding your character, Queggy, but I just wanted to get a dialog going to get this set in motion. If you have different plans, I have no quarrels with deleting/changing it.))
The troll had no idea where to find her. She left no tracks to be followed, so he just set out, and headed northeast, towards the elf's homeland. Rhaja could hear and feel the Lich King's anger and fury as if it was his own. He expertly ran through the rotting forests of Lordaeron, swiftly and silently.
After a few hours, he came across a man and a horse in a small camp.
Why are they here?
Rhaja thought. The troll silently creeped up to a tree behind the man, who was sitting next to a campfire.
The man was singing something to himself, but was interupted then a huge troll leapt upon his back, crushing him against the ground. He yelled some strange words, that only fell upon uncaring ears.
"Serve da Lich King!" Rhaja said, and thrusted his spear into the man's back. The man gasped for air, and eventually choked and sputtered to his death. Then there was a loud scream. Rhaja looked up and saw a terrified woman, who just witnessed the death of her husband.
She ran, but could not outrun a spear. The spear peirced right into her lower back, and she collapsed onto the ground, knowing of what was about to come. Rhaja ran over, and picked up a rock, slamming it on the woman's head, killing her. "You shall serve, too..."
Rhaja, stood up, and pried the spear from the woman's back. He looked at the horse and mounted it. The terrified horse reared up and bolted forward, knocking Rhaja to the ground, he swore and he stood back up.
Looks like I'm doin' this the long way.
Post by
159454
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Post by
Morec0
Character: Nilon Lighteye
Location: Road to Stratholme
- Something was wrong with Valinaria, Nilon was sure of that. She had returned to her living state - obviously by nothing short of a miricle(spelling) - but Nilon was beganing to sense an aura of udeath surrounding their new ally.
- In truth he was worried for her, and silently vowed to do his best to keep her from falling the to the Scourge again.
- And with Stratholme drawing closer each second, he knew that would be a challenge in itself.
Post by
ruleofthumb
PC - Rhaja
Location - Somewhere South of Stratholme
Rhaja had come across a fair-sized group of scourge troops. They reported that their commanding necromancer had been killed by a squad of humans and high elves garbed in blue and white. The troll took command and directed the troops to follow him. Rhaja was only an acolyte, but he did rank higher than this rabble.
"We are' gonna be gettin' an elf back to da Lich King." Rhaja announced to the gouls, geists, and skeletons. "She broke free and ya gonna help me get her mack to my masta'. I donno if she is alone or not, so you may be gettin' to feast!" The rabble seemed overjoyed to hear that last word.
As Rhaja and his newfound troops headed towards Quel'thalas, but he cought sight of a group of freshly made tracks. There were made not just an hour beforehand. He recognized the strange bird-like tracks of the elf's mount.
Look like she's not alone...
"Dis way, ya rotting moggots." He said to the troops.
They are heading towards the human city to the north, or so it seems.
Hunger, anger, and an unholy fury carried Rhaja and his troops swiftly through the rotted and diseased forests. The tracks were becoming more and more fresh. But judging from the depth and the spacing of the tracks, they were traveling quickly. "Fasta' ya mindless dogs!" He yelled again.
They were the scourge. They were the servants of the most powerful entity on Azeroth and nothing would stop them from overwhelming this world with their fury.
((While the Lich King may not be the most powerful being on Azeroth (old gods, demigods, etc) he sure as hell won't let his troops think otherwise.))
Post by
Patty
Characters: Tyria, Nilon, Filman, Valinaria
Location: En route to Stratholme
"Guys, I think they are on to us." Said Tyria, distraught.
"They are coming closer, I can hear them." Replied Nilon.
"Well, what do you say we do, fight?" Asked Valinaria, confused.
"No point in doin' tha'! They'd eat us alive, scum that they ar'!" Said Filman.
"We have to cover our tracks! And speed up!" Said Tyria, very worried.
"Erm, how exactly?" Asked Nilon.
"Simple, Valinaria, pack. I will cover our tracks." She said.
"Okay." Replied the once dead elf.
While focusing, Valinaria focused on wolves she had hunted, and how they were very quick
and noticed, her and her allies were moving much quicker.
On the other hand, Valinaria focused on mystery footprints,
and noticed that as the mounts ran, no tracks were left behind.
The group continued making their way to Stratholme.
Post by
Queggy
((OOC - I'm really busy right now, but if I get time I'll post, if not since Rhaja seems to be the only Scourge guy left, he may god-mode me if he wants to.))
Post by
210638
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Post by
Queggy
((OOC - I'm really busy right now, but if I get time I'll post, if not since Rhaja seems to be the only Scourge guy left, he may god-mode me if he wants to.))
((OOC - Forgot about me? I'll post again in a few hours. Busy right now))
((OOC - Heh, my bad, sorry. Well then, if I can't make time to post in this,
any
Scourge character may feel free to RP as Krysh.))
Post by
ruleofthumb
PC - Rhaja
Location - South of Stratholme
Rhaja and his troops pounded through the diseased and rotted forests.
We are getting closer, I can smell their fresh blood... Even the elf's.
Rhaja thought to himself.
The scourge behind him would yell and scream in hunger and anger.
"MEAT! I hunger!"
some would yell,
"I can smell them!
" others would say. The elf will surely serve. And if they are lucky, her companions would too.
Suddenly and without warning the tracks they had followed for these long miles stopped. There was no deviation, and no sign of any strange magic. Rhaja knew what she had done.
Hmm, clever girl
... He thought.
"Acolyte Rhaja, why have we stopped?" One ghoul asked.
"She done cova'd her tracks. Dis may take longa' than I'd anticipated..." He replied, poking around with his spear. "It no matta', we be headin' to da human city up ahead a some half-day's run."
With any luck, the animals will need to rest...
He thought. "Lets go! We can still keep wit their scent for now, we don't be wantin' them to get to far ahead!" He announced, as the set off again.
They had no track to follow, but the scent of their blood was still in thier noses, teasing them of the meal to come. At least... for now. The scent was fading slowly and before long, they'd lose it all together.
Post by
159454
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
Morec0
( ooc - I'm waiting for Rule to have Rhaja show up before I post )
Post by
ruleofthumb
PC - Rhaja
Growls, screams, and yelps broke the silence of the night. Rhaja's army was ready for the feasting that was to come. Rhaja wanted this elf for Master Krysh and he was going to deliver.
Rhaja slowed his pace has he began to see tracks again. Looks like they hadn't strayed to far off their quarry's path. By the looks of the tracks, the mount's pace has slowed dramatically.
Looks like luck is on our side,
Rhaja thought
they need rest.
The troll told his rabble to stay behind as he krept forward a few meters. And he saw what he was looking for.
"Excellent..." He said to himself. Mounts tied up and they were sleeping. To easy. He made his way back to his troops and told them of the situation. "Go now, ya gluttonous bastads! But leave da elf alive fo' me."
The ground vibrated with the thundering feet as scores of scourge ran past Rhaja. Then it came to realization. The elf knew she was being persued, why would they stop to sleep? A trap. "NOO! STOP!" Rhaja yelled out.
But it was too late. The trap had ben sprung.
((Your move.))
Post by
159454
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Post by
Morec0
Character: Nilon Lighteye
Location: Road to Strathholme
- As the Scourge warriors surrounded him and his allies, Nilon could only stew in the fact that this was the end. They were going to die and be ressurected into the very same creatures they were swore to destroy.
- As these thoughts raced through his mind, a large Scourge minion stepped from out of the crowed.
Post by
159454
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Post by
Dralas
((OOC-Heh, srry, didn't read the beginning that said no applications, posts should be gone. Did I get the OCC thing right?))
Post by
Morec0
(( ooc - all aplications are closed? Seems weird considering their are NO Scourge out there. If something does open up, though, any objections to my including of Morec as a Death Knight or Itheac? A few days have past and it only took a few hours to get to the point where Arthas kills Uther in WC3. ))
Post by
210638
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Post by
ruleofthumb
((I'm still here MorecofRivendare))
PC - Rhaja
"You be comin' wit me, elf." Rhaja sneered as he was binding her up. Just just as he was finishing, a small dwarf tackled him, knocking Rhaja to the ground. "You dead, mon." He said as he regained his balance, glaring at the dwarf.
The dwarf wasted no time and swung his mighty sword at the troll. Fortunately, Rhaja stepped out of the way, or it would have easily removed a leg. The troll sent a large, thick fist at the dwarf catching his bearded chin.
"Heh, duranas lo kirona..." it said as it spit and grinned, exposing bloodied teeth. The dwarf let out a loud yell and
slammed his weapon onto the ground
with such force, a shockwave numbed Rhaja's entire body as he collapsed onto one knee. "Fitoly skorge!" the dwarf yelled as he charged at the troll again.
Rhaja stood back up and parried his sword blow with the end of his spear, while spinning the hilt to dislodge it from the dwarf's grip, sending the sword flying yards away. The dwarf stood there, astonished. "Me gonna kill you now, mon. You don' stand in da way of da Lich King." But as soon as his spear was thrusted at the dwarf's chest, it ricoched and rebounded away. Rhaja noticed a
thin magical sphere
surrounding the dwarf. Rhaja screamed in frustration. And grew more furious when he saw the elf being saved by another high elf on horseback.
A preist was standing near them and the dwarf noticed that the troll's minions were closing in on his allies. He grabbed his sword and ran to them to assist in their defense. "Yes, kill dem. Feast on there flesh, but leave dat elf alive." He said, pointing to Valinaria.
"I...kill...them..." said one especially large ghoul, who stepped out of the crowd, and faced the second elf ranger. "You...die...first..." it said, pointing a rotted, boney finger at her. But the ghoul suddenly found himself unable to move as
ghostly chains
shot up from the ground and wrapped around its wrists, thighs, and neck, pulling him to the ground painfully as the chains tightened more and more.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Nilon
Location: Road to Stratholme
- "That should hold him," Nilon thought out loud. He turned his attention to the rest of the undead host, barraging them with an array for Holy and arcane spells. His allies also added their own skilling to the fight and the undead began to fall back, unsure of themselves.
- Nilon grinned.
All to easy,
he thought.
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