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wizy
Character – morgarr
Location – warsong hold
There was a flash of light and morgarr was send back through the air and he crash against the opposite wall of the inn. As he stood he saw the high elf throw something on the ground and there was a loud bang and the last thing he saw was the high elf turning around and running away from the inn. Then there was smoke everywhere. Morgarr felt a warm feeling in his chest as he ran as hard as he could to the hole in the wall. And there they stood an abomination and 2 ghouls they start going after Cyrie shackle the abomination, and morgarr started charging him with his sword and shield in his hands. “Take this” he said while he slammed the abomination with his shield.
“I need some help over here!” morgarr yell while looking back at the rest of the group
((ooc- Edited it so it would fit into patty's story))
Post by
Patty
Character: Cyrie
Location: Warsong Hold
Cyrie saw a high elf, attacking Murgoll, he was shocked and injured, he had been pushed straight into the wall.
"You will feel my
wrath
for that!" She said in Thalassian, so the Elf could understand, before bringing upon him the wrath of the holy.
"Scourge!" She heard a guard exclaim, and turned to see an abomination and 2 ghouls charging towards her.
This
should keep that abomination in place.
She thought to herself.
The ghouls ran towards her, but she
let out a scream
which sent the 2 zombies running. She
quickly healed
Murgoll, and tried to
protect herself
as the scourge readvanced.
((OOC - someone else can continue :D))
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Post by
Patty
Character: Cyrie
Location: Warsong Hold
"Morgall, I think the High Elf is right." Said Cyrie in Orcish.
"What did he say? I don't speak elf." He replied.
"We need to work together if we are to stand a chance of pushing back the scourge, could you get the others? Me and him will handle the scourge until you arrive." She said, while
smiting
a further enemy.
"But, how can we trust -" Asked the Orc.
"I can look after myself, now go!" She commanded.
Post by
wizy
Character- morgarr
Location – Warsong hold
Hatred filled morgarr hearth when he looks at the face of the high elf.
“I have no choice trust him, but I wont let him out of mine sight”
He though as he ran back to the inn.
Back in the inn he saw the troll and the tauren standing there doing nothing.
“Come you two! Were being attacked by the scourge!” He yelled at them.
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Post by
Patty
Character: Cyrie
Location: Warsong Hold
"Help!" Cried Cyrie in Thalassian and Orcish, she was being overwhelmed.
A ghoul was dangerously close, and had hit Cyrie. She started to
devour it
while running. Two necromancers had joined the fight, and seemed to be trying to raise a dead orcish guard. Knowing running in and silencing would be a suicide mission, she decided to
enter one of the necromancer's minds
and attack the other. The two necromancers killed eachother, but there were still quite a few scourge approaching.
"I could do with a little help here!" Yelled Cyrie desperately.
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Patty
((OOC - Hehe :D))
Character: Cyrie
Location: Warsong Hold.
Nathadan and the Human walked away, after giving Cyrie a book called 'How to sate your magical hunger' by Archmage Jaimie. She sighed.
"Why can't people understand I control my hunger for magic! I am not one of the Wretched!"
She thought to herself, frustrated.
"It might help the poor souls in Silvermoon though."
Cyrie began reading.
'You may be wondering, why does a human write about magic addiction? It is simple. When walking through the streets of Dalaran, I see Blood Elves, and pity them. Why? Because they are hungry for magic, rather than the delectable
treats
you can make. Arcane or Fel magic isn't like a
bottle of wine
, which one can enjoy in small doses. Also, I know quite a lot of addictions, my Mentor in Stormwind was an Alcoholic.'
Cyrie thought out loud "You can't compare a Blood Elf to an Alcoholic!" before starting to read again.
'Also, I have been close to an Elf who has gone Cold Turkey. He can get pretty cranky. So, I cry out to you, sort it before it is too late. Read: Chapter one for a summary of how to: keep your mind off the addiction. Make a group, have meetings, this may help.'
"What, like Alcoholics Anonymous?" Cyrie said, annoyed.
Ashnu, Vojin and Morgarr walked back towards her.
"What was 'dat about, 'mon?" Asked the Troll.
"Oh, nothing!" Responded Cyrie, hastily while trying to bundle the book in her satchel.
Cyrie thought to herself
'If I ever see that mage in real life she had better watch out...She'll be getting a slap off me.'
While walking back towards the others, attempting to explain what had happened.
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Post by
Patty
((OOC - Hehe me and Flying just integrated characters from another RP, so was easy for me to do that :D))
"Oh, just a joke I am guessing..." She said, pulling out the book and showing the druid.
"'How to sate your magical hunger' By Archmage Jaimie? Never heard of her." Said the druid.
Vojin laughed "Haha, dat's a good 'un, 'mon!" He exclaimed hysterically.
"Not really very funny, seeing as the Orcs went through something similar to the blood elves." Said Morgarr.
"Ok 'den, 'mon." Said the troll.
((OOC - Btw, where is the DK now? Was thinking it would be a good time for you to come meet all our characters so we can get moving. :D))
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Post by
Patty
((OOC - I just assumed Archmages would visit Dalaran at some point..and I don't know where they have gotten to...
And the cranky elf is Nathadan, hope you didnt mind :P))
Post by
linkslife
((OOC: Alright, enough of this Horde/Alliance fun time! Make way for the Scourge. The only thing I ask is that since Siberius is a sneaky guy, that you not discover him too quickly. You'll see why soon enough.))
Character: Siberius Blightweaver
Location: Transborea
"We are getting close to the enemy stronghold, my dear steed. Once we reach the checkpoint to Warsong Hold, I would ask that you return to the ground," came the calm voice of one Siberius Blightweaver. His mount, a large green skeletal warhorse fashioned in the liking of the Forsaken warhorses, shook it's head in disagreement. Siberius however, would not take no for an answer and quickly dismounted, and sent his mount back to the plane all Death Knights sent their chargers.
He grinned at himself. He was not a Death Knight per say in that he could not raise the dead to serve him. Oh, he knew some spells such as Death Grip (it had saved him in numerous battles here in the wild) as well as Icy Chains and Death Coil. He considered himself a well spoken warrior.
The undead man was not alone, as he wished. The presence of others only hampered his skills of persuasion which he was known for. After all, one had to be influential to hold the title of "Voice of The Lich King." "Speaking of which..." he mused to himself, opening his mind to contact his King. He would have to make note about the behavior of some of these soldiers. The troll was rather chatty and the Frost Wyrm Keeper did little to help. He hated to admit it but he was drawn to the leader of this force. Quite powerful in his own right, Siberius could feel the touch of power his King had granted him. It would be interesting to see how this all played out.
"Sire, I have reached the main force here in the Tundra. We continue to march on towards the Hold. I must say, the Orcs can build fortresses." he said inside his head.
"Their petty foothold means nothing. Do not forget why you are here, my Voice. Should you gather enough, the Hold will fall easily enough. The Nerubians lie in wait, ready to strike when your force reaches the Hold,"
came the dark, booming voice of the Lich King. Even though he had heard this being's voice inside of him for years now, Siberius still shook at the awesome power it held.
"And what of Saurfang and Hellscream?"
"Do not try anything rash. Saurfang is beyond our control. Hellscream, much like his father before, will fall in due time. Leave them be. Focus on the little ones. They will come. Do not fail me Blightweaver."
"Have I ever, my lord?" Siberius chuckled as the connection was lost. He looked around the large force and smirked. His head turned towards Warsong Hold. "You will be the first to fall. None may challenge my King and live to tell. You will join him or fall. Let us see what happens."
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