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Post by
Atik
Alexandros Hopewell
Crusader's Square
For a moment, the world seemed to spin as Alexandros' head collided with Alaric's. The breath was slow to return to him, but he held the lock of their weapons; that maul would crush him if he didn't.
He lifted his left leg, kicking the Death Knight in the side before steadying himself again. He rached to his belt quickly and withdrew a pistol; not his preferred weapon, but in this situation it seemed impossible that he would miss.
Sticking it past their weapons, holding the parry with all his might, he pointed it into Alaric's face and pulled the trigger.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alaric Dalson
Location
: Crusaders' Square, Stratholme, Eastern Plaguelands
The kick reached little to no impact, and thus failed to prevent Alaric from noticing the pistol. The death knight jerked his head sideways, fast enough to avoid a portion of lead into his face but still too slow to remain unscarred - the bullet tore out his ear.
All the nerves in the death knight's body have ceased to function months ago, so the baron did not waste time growling. He raised his left hand, thanks to the unholy strength coursing through his veins managing to sustain the pressure on the maul wielding it one-handed. The same strength allowed him to grab the pistol and crush it along with the human's very fingers that held it. Holding Alexandros's hand firmly, Alaric kicked him hard into the right kneecap.
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Post by
Atik
Alexandros Hopewell
Crusader's square
Alex roared in pain as the gripped crushed the pistol and metal shards slided into his hand.
At the sould of its master's pain, Paragon stopped its crushing of weaker undead and looked at the stalemate. The gryphon lifter from the ground and flew at the two combatants, prepared to ram the Death Knight.
Fighting back the pain,Alexandros pulled the his arm so Alaric's hand was on his side of the lock. He placed his right foot on the former man's knee and swung himself back. Bringing his left knee up to his chest, he shot it out at Alaric's chest.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alaric Dalson
Location
: Crusaders' Square, Stratholme, Eastern Plaguelands
The baron's battleplate creaked as the death knight was forced to took a step back, letting Alexandros go.
"So, you are bringing in reinforcements?" he said thoughtfully, hurling a death coil at Paragon. Obeying his mental command, half a dozen ghouls leapt silently at the crusader from behind, dragging him away. Their decaying nails dug deep into his flesh wherever it was not protected by armor.
"Looks like you are the commander of these wretches - let me inform you, then, that most of them are already dead or dying right now. How does it feel, traitor, to lure these young men and women away from their homes into the cold embrace of death?" the baron taunted, raising his maul to meet the gryphon.
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Post by
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Varyn Brighthammer
Location: Eastern Plaguelands
The Brighthammer name is always related to the Stormwind noble family famed for their ardent paladins and kindly priests. Varyn was the former heir to the family but found his passion in the arcane arts and was disowned when he declared his interest. Varyn traveled to Dalaran and trained as a mage, showing excellent proficiency for the arcane arts along with an easy grasp of machinery leading him to becoming an engineer as well. Considered brilliant by human standards and “a’right” by Goblin he nevertheless made little of himself in either professions due to his low self-esteem and shyness stemmed from being rejected by his family. He is thin, wears a pair of goggles at all times and has bleached white hair after an accident with a lightning generator made entirely out of metal. He was sent to the Plaguelands with an earlier division of Alliance soldiers who sadly perished over the course of a month leaving Varyn the sole survivor.
Sharith Dawnbreeze
Location: Eastern Plaguelands
Sharith is a night elf rogue sent to the Plaguelands in order to gather intel on the Scourge operating there. She is an assassin and prefers to slip a blade between someones ribs than fight directly. She met Varyn as he was fleeing an abomination which blew up soon after from a bomb Varyn had thrown into its gaping maw. She has been tagging along with him ever since as he has extensive knowledge of the workings of the Scourge from being trapped behind enemy lines for so long. She has extremely long sleeves that go all the way down past her fingertips and a collar covering her lower face but wears very form fitting and revealing clothes other than that which makes Varyn distinctly uncomfortable most days
"It's not going to work." Sharith informed Varyn casually, embedding another dagger into a tree several yards away with a flick of her wrist.
"Yes it will, I just need a second." Varyn retorted, his voice echoing since he had his upper body stuffed into a ruined dwarven steam tank.
"Why do you need that anyway? Let me just take you back to Darnassus and we can forget this place." Sharith asked in a bored tone, embedding another dagger in the tree.
"I still have a job to do here. I can't just leave." Varyn retorted with slight irritation. The conversation hardly anything new between them.
"You're frustratingly stubborn." Sharith muttered as she retrieved her daggers.
"I heard that." Varyn muttered to himself as he pulled out of the steam tank with a scowl. Sharith sighed and pulled her daggers free of the warped tree with distaste.
"Good, then maybe you can get it through your thick head to come with me." Sharith told the young human with a sigh.
"I can't!" Varyn barked in frustration, slamming his hand down on the tank. The tank rumbled at the sudden treatment and its cannon barked loudly, startling Varyn who fell off the tank to watch in awe as a shell flew through the air with a whistle.
"Oh dear, that can't end well." Sharith said soberly as she watched the explosive dissapear in the direction of Stratholme.
"Oh fel. At least I got it working." Varyn added, Sharith shooting him a glare that caused the human to shrink back slightly.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Scourflesh
Location: Stratholme
Scourflesh had been recovering in the rear of the Scourge force, gathering more mana to himself. He decided not to use the telekinesis spell unless it was absolutely necessary; it used up too much power.
"Need assistance?" he asked the Baron.
Post by
Atik
Alexandros Hopewell
Crusader's Square
Paragon fell as the death coil hit, smacking into the ground dazed.
Alex fought against the ghouls, one of them held in left arm, preventing him from swinging his axe. His right hand was badly mashed and broken, but it could still close into a deformed first. He punched the ghoul in the face, forcing it to let go and reel back. Fighting the searing pain, Alexandros brought the Arcanite Reaper around, seperating the clawed arms from their undead bodies.
He stood, revercing his grip on the axe and using it to steady himself. A much larger ghoul rushed him.
"Timmy... KILL!" It shouted as it clawed at Alex, but he brough his right arm up and blocked the claw as it racked along his plate mail. He gave the ghoul a swift kick to the gut and it reeled back.
"I don't know, traitor, how does it feel to watch your men die? To know that every day lends itself to only more death? How does it feel to wake up each day and wonder if it will be your last?" Alexandros shouted the flurry of question to Alaric, who continued to watch.
A frostbolt flew towards him, but it was aimed high and Alex ducked under it before lifting Arcanite Reaper with one hand and rushing to the skeletal mage. Timmy reached him around the same time he reached the mage.
He kept his axe raised and skid to a stop, bringing it around in a clockwise motion that took his entire body to make. He spun on his heels, Arcanite Reaper smashed through the skeleton and sliced along the top of Timmy's shoulders; sending his head soaring high.
Both the undead dropped and Alex set the axe back to the ground. He turned back to Alaric, watching the group of Crusaders that had just appeared.
"You don't feel anything for them? Do you?"
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The shell from Varyn fiddling made its way to the burning city. It flew through there air with great speed and suddenly found itself descending torwads the ground. But, the shell was still high enough that, for the moment, the combatants were none the wiser.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alaric Dalson
Location
: Crusaders' Square, Stratholme, Eastern Plaguelands
The baron pointed at the crusader wielding two rapiers.
"It seems that one and his five companions are the only reinforcements this wretch has left. Deal with them."
The death knight then turned to Alexandros and raised his hand. Manipulating the dark energy that binds everything that exists in the multiverse, he deathgripped the Arcanite Reaper out of Alexandros's grasp, and then created pressure around the lieutenant's neck, strangulating the life out of him.
"We are all expendable, wretch, as long as we fight for our land," he informed Alexandros as more ghouls swarmed the crusader.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Scourflesh
Location: Stratholme
"As you wish, my lord," Scourflesh nodded, turning and attacking the crusader with rudimentary arcane magic.
Post by
oneforthemoney
"It would be wise to move on now, that noise was bound to attract something." Sharith informed the young engineer as he regained his feet, pushing his goggles up onto his forehead to watch the arching trail of the shell with his bare eyes.
"Huh, oh yeah. We should go." Varyn distractedly replied as he turned back to the night elf only to have a knife flash by his ear to embed itself in a ghoul sneaking up on him. Varyn jumped and spun around in time to see the corpse return to being just that.
"Case in point." Sharith mentioned offhandedly.
"All right, we'll head to lights hope chapel." Varyn told her reluctantly as he shouldered his pack of tools.
"Finally." Sharith said with a sigh, slinging an arm around the humans shoulder to make sure he kept pace with her. "Then we can catch a griffon to a port and head to Darnassus." She added, squeezing the human harder than necessary.
"Ya, we'll see." Varyn told her with a weak smile and a wince.
"Good." Sharith told the human before releasing him and melding into the trees silently. Varyn sighed and resumed walking, well aware the rogue was keeping pace in the shadows.
Post by
Atik
Alexandros Hopewell
Crusader's Square
Alexandros coughed as the strangulation ended. He fell to his hands and knees, pain shoot through him as his right hand hit the ground. He opened his eyes to look where he had coughed. Blood had flew from his mouth and now covered the stone ground below him.
"I'm still bleeding." He said proudly, rising to his feet. He recognized one of the ctusaders as James Deathbane now. "I'm not dead yet..."
He took off, nearly all his energy throw him forward. He shouldered a ghoul attempting to stop him and succeded in knocking it into the air and off to the side. He reached the group just in time to block Scourflesh's attacks. His back was to the caster, his arms spread wide.
The hits to his back, however, were more then he could take. He suddenly buckeled, dropping to one knee.
"I'm not dead yet..." He repeated, looking at Alaric over his shoulder.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alaric Dalson
Location
: Crusaders' Square, Stratholme, Eastern Plaguelands
"Not yet," Alaric agreed light-heartedly, deathgripping the priest to him. The death knight's gauntlet-covered fist closed around his victim's throat as the baron sucked the lifeforce out of him, his torn out ear regenerating steadily.
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"What was that?" Varyn asked himself and perhaps Sharith if she was within earshot. Curious, he pulled the goggles back over his eyes and slowly advanced into the woods to try and find the source of the scream as he pulled a rod from his pocket which extended into a staff with a flick of his wrist.
Varyn slowly moved through the twisted tress, prodding the ground before him with the staff to check for traps. Eventually he paused, spotting someone on the ground holding their leg and apparently in pain. Varyn eyed the scene suspiciously, he hadn't survived this long by being stupid. It could be a trap set up for him.
But if it wasn't... Varyn sighed and reluctantly stepped out from the tree line, tapping his staff against the tree next to him to call attention without being too loud.
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