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Skreeran
Character: Kitanga
Location: Plantation
"I supposed you call it 'indentured servitude' or something here," Kitanga replied with a humourless chuckle. "Whatever you call it, I can't leave and I have to do what I'm told, right?"
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kitanga
Location: Plantation
"I still don't really get a choice in the matter, though," Kitanga answered flatly. "I mean, unless you consider 'Find another master' a choice. I don't."
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kitanga
Location: Plantation
"Well that's not bad, I suppose,"Kitanga shrugged, working on poking a hole for a seed. "Still, that's like stepping in the least smelly pile of dung," she grunted jokingly.
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kitanga
Location: Plantation
Kitanga briefly thought about asking about what happened to her granddaughter, but decided against it.
"So... what do we do then? Farm our whole lives until we drop dead?"
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kitanga
Location: Plantation
"Why would they want to train us for combat?" Kitanga asked, blinking. "Does the head human around here employ private gladiators?"
Post by
Atik
Alexandros Hopewell, Olet
Eversong
Alexandros is a human, standing a little over five and a half feet tall. He is notably muscular; formerly a member of the Lordarean military reserves, he left and joined Silvermoon's army with Blackmoore's rise to power. He hails from Gilneas, natable by his accent, and is a paladin whom found himself in Silvermoon guarding an ambassador from Lordarean. While there, he met and fell in love with Sataira; the two of them adopting an elven run away named Olet.
He has long black hair and light facial hair, sharply contrasting his light skin tone. In battle, he wears thick purple armor covered in blades and green accents.
The house was beautiful, similiar to all made in High Elven style. It was actually simple compared to more extravagent and inpressive houses like those found in Silvermoon. It belonged to the Hopewells; Alexandros, Sataira, and Olet.
Alexandros currenly relaxed outside, the young girl who was Olet running around and playing; chasing Dragonhawks. She was small and petite, her light blonde hair held in a ponytail.
Footstep's got the attention of Alex, who was waiting the return of his wife. He glanced upwards, noticing a messanger accompanied by his own griffan.
"Paragon!" Olet yelled, running over to the griffan who greated her with a lick.
Alexandros stood, greeting the messanger with some suspicion. "What are you doing with our griffan?" He asked the elf.
The messanger sighed, glancing down in dread. "It's about your wife. We have recieved word that Blackmoore's forces attacked the group she was with... they say Sataira was captured... taken to a camp in Silverpine..."
Alexandros stared, clenching his fists in rage. "Can you get me a sitter for my daughter?" Her asked sternly.
The messanger saluted, as if given an order. "Y-yes sir." He said, turning and rushing off.
Alex sighed. "Olet... can you get me my armor?" He asked, watching the girl run towards the house. Paragon caw'd, scratching at the ground. A;ex shook his head. "Not this time boy... you're staying here..."
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Sparkbolt
Character:Richard/Sparkbolt/Grindgear/Sasha
Location: Ironforge
The group entered Ironforge and Grindgear jumped for joy. "Finally. I need a drink." He said. "I don't what he's talking about. He's been riding that suit since the Loch." Sasha said to Richard as the two followed Sparkbolt and Grindgear. "We're the only ones that have been walking." She added and Richard nodded before heading for the inn.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kitanga
Location: Plantation
"The what?" Kitanga asked in slight disbelief.
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kitanga
Location: Plantation
"Why does this man need a private army?" Kitanga asked. "To wipe out or enslave the rest of our people?"
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Skreeran
Character: Kitanga
Location: Plantation
"Typical humans," Kitanga grumbled, continuing to angrily plant her corn.
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Adamsm
Morgan La Fay
Alterac Mountains
"So, you've had the information we wanted did you Lord Kalor?" Morgan asked, seated in the main chair of the lord's study, absently playing with a knife. In front of him, Lord Kalor, a noble of the Alterac court was clutching at one his hands, trying to keep the blood from where his 5th and 4th finger had been cut off from splattering everywhere.
"Please, don't do this...." The lord begged, sobbing from the pain. Morgan shook his head as he reached down and grabbed the hand and slashed with the knife, taking off another finger as the lord screamed. "Give me the information." He said pleasantly, as he sat back.
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kitanga
Location: Plantation
"Doesn't seem that way to me," Kitanga frowned. "At least when orcs fight, it's for a reason. It seems like humans will fight just out of greed and unrest."
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