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Travels of Northrend (Concluded)
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Dralas
Character: Dralas
Time: Noon, -- Day 2 --
Weather: Cloudy, cold
Location: Icecrown, Aldur'Thar
- "Die you filthy wretches! Be purged!" Dralas yelled, slamming his weapon into the skull of a ghoul. He was now surrounded by scourge, barely holding them back because of the holy fire that incinerated any that dared try and get closer.
"Light rid you all!" Dralas yelled, slamming his shield into another scourge and spinning around barely blocking an attack in time.
"There's just too many"
Dralas thought, parrying an attack and stabbing another scourge. Eventually he was backed into a corner against the mountain, hundreds of scourge in front of him slowly crawling foward.
Post by
Persen
((Doh, this can only lead one way so I might as well get going))
Character: Maldan
Location: Aldur'thar
"Earlier? I had a use for you then... but now?"
Should I tell her? No... not yet.
"Your mind have been purged. Now, it is up to you. You are alone and vulnerable, but the force of will is unbeatable."
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Dralas
(( OOC - Going to be gone for a few hours ))
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159454
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Persen
((Haha, wierd as hell, but I just found out I can tie an overhand knot on a string with my tongue.))
Character: Maldan
Location: Aldur'thar
"Of course I wanted to. They would be an immense asset... But Yogg-Saron is no longer in your mind. And there are other means to power." Maldan said, subtly stressing the last few words.
((
Like stealing candy from kids
))
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Persen
Character: Maldan
Location: Aldur'thar
Surprised by what she just had said, Maldan burst into a short laugh. "Never expected that!" he said.
Even more important to get to her now...
"But why do you reveal this to me?" he asked, suddenly intrigued by the unexpected turn of their conversation.
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Skreeran
Character: Base
Location: Shatterspear Troll Village
The fires crackled merrily around the village as tribal drums beat a primitive but complex rhythm that resonated powerfully through the surrounding mountains. Base sat on a stump under the paper lanterns as he waited for the young Troll chieftain to reemerge from her room. He had already exchanged his crafted rogue leather and goggles in favour of more simple garb of obviously trollish design.
"
What's taking her so long,
" He thought, watching the sun sluggishly move past the mountains. He could feel the minutes ticking away. Minutes that he had sold to the Scourge.
His patience didn't go unrewarded though, as moments later the young troll chieftain stepped out of her hut. She had braided her previously wild hair and replaced her ragged leather vest with an elaborate cloth dress with patterns of cats and birds and other animals he didn't even recognize.
"Where'd you get that?" He laughed, looking her up and down, "That must have cost a fortune."
Una Ji'ro's face went red, clearly abashed. "Da masta craftsman made it fo' me. He be so nice. He was a friend a mah faddah."
Base smiled in return, "Well then he is an amazing craftsman, you look even more lovely than you normally do."
Una Ji'ro smiled shyly, her face still flush with color. "Tank ya." She whispered sweetly, before looking back to the tribe dancing a few hundred yards away. "Oh, come, let us celebrate. We have a great feast prepared."
She led him by the hand to the feast grounds. A large purple-ish piece of meat roasted on a spit over the fire. Base's face cringed a little bit when he realized what it was.
"Come, I had them save the best piece for you." The troll chieftain said enthusiastically.
"Thank you very much for the thought, but I'm not really hungry." Base laughed awkwardly. He hadn't really made a conscious decision to give up cannibalism, but rather had simply lost taste in the ordeal as he interacted more and more with the civilized world.
"Eh, suit yaself." The female laughed in return, cutting a piece of meat off of the violet tinged roast, and biting into it. Base walked over to the large wooden table, where a stone basin of wine fit into a hole in the center. He ladled himself a cup-full, and drank. Una finished eating shortly and Base watched as she walked over to the fire. She looked over at him, her smile glowing in the firelight, as she began dancing. She was so elegant as she danced, as if she had been dancing all her life. In truth, she probably had, Base thought. He looked around at the other trolls, feasting and laughing and dancing to music. That was the thing, he thought, that made these people different than all the other tribes he had encountered in his travels. These people were... happy. Where other trolls killed and hated and fought wars, these people were content to live their peaceful lives in happiness, safely tucked away from the cares and problems of the world.
He finished his second cup of wine and joined the female troll by the fire, following in his own primitive but powerful form of dance. Una Ji'ro smiled as she looked into his eyes. He had such powerful red eyes when he chose to reveal them, and the fire did its own dance within them. The pair danced long into the night, even after the fires burned out and they only had the large twin moons to light their way.
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Persen
((Nice one Skreeran))
Character: Valinaria
Location: Aldur'thar
"I have never met such a turncoat!" Maldan laughed, more heartily than coldly. "But your ritual did not work. We suspected it was the hair - that actual blood is required."
((Out of character I'm trying to delay the binding a little... this level of power is comfortable right now. (Got more tricks that I haven't shown.) But Val doesn't know that huh.))
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Post by
Adamsm
Character:
Aelnon/Torphaz
Location:
In a cave, somewhere in Icecrown
You shouldn't have done that! You damaged her!
The Warder roared at the Mystic, looking down upon the body of Aelnon as Torphaz healed her, his own form seeming to be the Night Elf with the Dragon imposed on top.
I did what was necessary, you would have done the same old friend if it had been on of your kind in pain as that poor creature was.
The Mystic answered, feeding energy into the Green to help him heal their avatar.
Bah, these proto-drakes are not our kind, they are throwbacks........ And I truly hate you Maly but your correct, I would have done the same.
The Warder snarled at the Mystic, using the female to warm the cave with his own powers.
So what next? Continue to push her till she breaks and kills with our powers, or use them instead to strenghten her and allow her to become a true champion of the flight?
The Warder rumbled at his companion, using his own magic's to hide these two from the Scourge currently stalking past the cave.
We keep assisting her Nel old friend, then let her choose. She will be our's eventually, you know this.
The Mystic said, his cold voice sounding pleased, which caused the Warder to laugh quietly.
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Persen
Character: Maldan
Location: Aldur'thar
"Trust? There is no such thing as trust. We all serve the Lich King, we do it willingly and we are brethren. But that does not mean I
trust
them. Some I can consider friends, and some I consider loyal. But I do not trust. No. Did you trust those you called friends? Of course you did. Look where you ended up. Think about the last time you were here. Did they come to rescue you? Hmm?"
((A little longer, then I'm going to bed))
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Adamsm
((ooc - sorry banali, forgot you join in too.))
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Post by
Morec0
(( I'm BAAAAaaaaCK! And your in a building of some kind right?))
Character: Neo-Morec
Location: Aldur'Thar
- The Necro Lord landed just feet away from the door to the room where he sensed the Lich.
Now to finish what I started
, he thought, and prepared to break down the door. Thats when the voice of the Lich King filled his mind.
-
No
, it said, you may enter,
but you will not harm the Lich or the elf. You will assist him, but nothing more
.
-
Master the elf would be more willing to cooperate in death, I was just doing what I thought best
.
-
Yes, but in life she is of more use. You do not question my command, Blackbane
.
- The Necro Lord nodded, and accepted his new identity.
Yes, master
, Blackbane replied, and then walked into the room.
"Hello, Maldan."
((I thought of a better name for him. having to type Neo-Morec was getting annoying.))
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