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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ji'lith, Taoshien Sparrowhawk, ?
Location
: Darkshore
"Remind me, just
when
are we leaving?"
Freelancing skipper Taoshien Sparrowhawk turned his head to face his only - yet - passenger, a truly massive tauren wearing a thick woolen cloak with heavy hood that concealed his features entirely.
"Whenever the ladies choose to show up, natch," the short, muscular elf smirked, taking his long, curved pipe out of his mouth and letting out a puff of smoke. "Don't worry, big bull, if they ain't here by tomorrow evening, we'll be setting out without them, no worries."
"Hmph."
The elf ran his hand through his reddish blond hair cut short in thought, and tried to puff out a ring of smoke. No luck.
"There," Ji pointed at an elegant two-masted schooner with bird motifs, then added thoughtfully, "Frankly, 've no idea how th'fel he sails it on his own."
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355559
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ji'lith, Taoshien Sparrowhawk, ?
Location
: Darkshore
"Ah, there they are, good," the elf's smirk widened when he noticed the two approaching. He raised his pipe slightly in a greeting.
"Sparrowhawk," Ji'lith nodded briefly upon setting foot aboard. "We're ready to leave, I hope?"
"Supplies're stocked, masting'n'rigging's double-checked, so yeah, we're ready to leave, thankfully. Money's on you, I take it?" Taoshien asked.
Ji'lith tossed him a little sack. The elf caught it and nodded, "Make yourself comfortable, uh-huh," vanishing afterwards into his cabin.
The other passenger turned away from the two, leaning against the railing.
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355559
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ji'lith, Taoshien Sparrowhawk, ?
Location
: Darkshore
"I somewhy don't think that supplies include alcohol, mind you," Ji sighed. "Might as well start looking f'r a way to keep ourselves occupied."
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355559
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ji'lith, Taoshien Sparrowhawk, ?
Location
: Darkshore
"That's the spirit," Ji'lith laughed stiffly, shuffling uneasily before beginning to wander aimlessly across the ship.
Taoshien sprinted out of his cabin, seeming to do many things at once - undoing the ropes binding the ship to the docks, rotating the capstan to lift the anchor, climbing the masts to do something with the sails Ji couldn't even try to comprehend.
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355559
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ji'lith, Taoshien Sparrowhawk, ?
Location
: Darkshore
When Ji'lith as much as made a step towards the other tauren, he rose and retreated into his cabin without a word. The troll facepalmed, "Looks like a long trip ahead..."
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Post by
OverZealous
Tavanar
Ashenvale
Tavanar gasped. He had spoken to a Pandaren once, long ago, and he had always been intrigued by the bear-like humanoids. He re-read the letter carefully, to make sure he had not missed something.
A journey to Pandaria had just become his first priority.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ji'lith, Taoshien Sparrowhawk, ?
Location
: Darkshore
Half an hour later Taoshien was leaning against the railing next to Ji'lith.
"Aren't you supposed t'be steering the ship, cap'n Sparrow?" she quirked an eyebrow, looking down onto him.
"-hawk. Sparrowhawk," he corrected her mechanically, lighting his pipe. "Magic and technology can make wonders working in accord, uh-huh."
The troll critically looked over the wooden vessel, failing to see anything resembling gnomish, goblin or draenei contraptions and shrugged.
Post by
OverZealous
Tavanar
Ashenvale
As quickly as he could, without drawing any attention to himself, he removed himself from the tent and the orc's corpse. If he could get his hands on one of the orcs' riding wolves, he could reach Darkshore fairly quickly.
He rounded the tent corner, and came face to face with another orc, clad in full battle-armor.
Post by
Atik
Locronos, Sashastrasza
Blue Dragon, Chromatic Dragon
Locronos is a blue drake, nearly in his hundreds. At a young age, his close friend and first love Sorigosa left Northrened and he went after her, even when threatened with exile. Upon finding her, Locronos discovered she had barely escaped the Black Dragon Nefarion and his servants. However, before they could flee further, three black drakes ambushed them and killed Sorigosa.
In the following years, Locronos hunted and killed the three, avenging his dead love. He is also a veteran of the Nexus Wars, having fought under Malygos' orders. After the aspect's demise, he was once again exiled by the Wyrmrest Accord; forced from Northrened.
Found as an egg being transported by Blackrock Orcs, Sashastrasza was raised by an unusual couple; a human father and draconic mother. She had two siblings, a brother and sister. Soon after entering full drakehood, the young chromatic-the presumed last of her kind-set off to find adventure. Shortly thereafter, she found Locronos and began travelling with him a while.
Bamboo Kingdom
The harbor of Pandaria was small, Locronos had not taken long to notice that. It didn't seem prepared for the amount of ships he hoped were coming. In his humanoid form, he was a strange mix of high elf and human, muscularly build with bright blue hair the spiked back, pointed ears sticking through it, His eyes were blue and human-like. Most notably, he stood nearly nine feet tall; towering over Sashastrasza's Blood-elven form.
The chromatic had ear-length pink hair, a green stripe running down the right side. She walked back and forth, doing what she could to help the Pandaren refugees who had been pushed from their home.
The blue sighed, gazing out to sea.
Post by
OverZealous
Tavanar
Ashenvale
The orc roared and raised his axe, a crude - double-bladed weapon. Tavanar reached for the daggers on his shoulders, but before he could reach them the orc kneed him between his legs.
He whimpered and fell to the ground.
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OverZealous
Tavanar
Ashenvale
Tavanar rolled to the side, barely avoiding getting cut in two my the massive battle-axe. He tried to get on his feet but couldn't. Desperately, he unsheathed one of his daggers, and threw it with all power he could muster.
Post by
Morec0
Characters: Blankscale Armada (General Zerksis Scalebender, Lady Arcanhiss, Lord Phang)
Location: Outskits of the Bamboo Kingdom, Pandaria
"Open fire!" Zerksis hissed, and the archers did just that. Arrows engulfed in flames flew through the air towards the Bamboo Kingdom's babmus-made buildings.
Zerksis watched, ordering the retreat. He had not intended to launch a full-scale assault, only to keep the bears busy while they searched for their prize. If this worked as well as he speculated it might, however, it would be another blow for the glory of Azshara.
Characters: The Splinterscale (Cajsia Airbinder, Anord Airbinder, Mage-Lord Gradath Icedfin), Blackshell Armada
Location: The Broken Isles, Ruins of Suramar
"Idiots," Blackshell laughed at his captured prey. "Did you really think any of you have the strength to stand up to me? ME! One of Azshara's most loyal servants and brilliant Generals!" He broke out into another laughing fit. "We knew you would charge in head-first if you learned your mistress' precious brother was here, and as you can see we planned accordingly. Enough feints, enough planned losses, and we have all of you right where we want you. With this blow, your coup will meet the end it managed to flee from in Nazjatar."
Gradath as well as several dozen Splinterscale soldiers were held in place by dark magic, channeled from the bodies of the faceless ones standing over them. Numerous Blackshell warriors slithered up to disarm the traitors, helpless to stop them. Anord was merely a few feet away from them, bound by the same kind of dark magic, and between him and his would-be rescuers stood Blackshell.
The warrior bared his fangs and hissed a threat. "No, Blackshell, it will not."
With a roar he threw all of his weight and strength into breaking the spell the bound him. Just as it was meant to do it caused him unimaginable pain as he struggled against it, but he continued to push on. The spell held strong but then, without warning, broke. Anord was free.
"Impossible!" Blackshell hissed. "Soldiers! Bring him down!"
Blackshell's minions rushed to restrain Anord, but he kept them at bay. Slay one with his bare hands, he took the trident that soldier had been weilding and used it against the others. Many deaths later, the remaining soldiers backed off. They were no match for Anord and despite how scared they were of Blackshell, they now feared the male Airbinder more.
"Cowards! Weaklings!"
"No, Blackshell;
you
are the coward," Anord hissed at the Nazjar'ian. "You fear for your life, so you serve a monster that damned us to forever be monsters ourselves.
You
are the weakling for not having the strength of will to stand against the evil Azshara so clearly is. You, Blackshell, are the only weakling here." With that, Anord threw the tridentat the naga General, decapitating him as it passed. The weapon continued to fly after that, tearing through flesh and skull of the nearest facless one. It went down with a pained roar, and with it the field holding the Splinterscale captive dissipated.
"Now! All of you who would see the naga become more than the monsters history now remembers us as rise up!" Gradath yelled. "Strike against the minions of Azshara! For the Splinterscale! For the future of the
new
naga!"
The Splinterscale soldiers and even a few of the desceased Blackshell's soldiers attacked the minions of Azshara.
Later...
"Anord!" Cajsia cried, seeing Gradath helping her sister slither back into camp. "Your alive!"
"I am so sorry, sister," Anord muttered. "If I had not been so foolish, so brash back in Nazjatar, we may have been able to actually finish our goals then and there. But I... I led us straight into a trap. It is my fault we are now so much farther from our goals."
"It dosn't matter, what matters is that we still have our chance. However harder we must strive for that now is besides the point."
Anord nodded, managing to stand on his own without Gradath's aid. "So, what is our next course of action?" he asked.
"Cajsia suggested searching for allies as soon as we reached these islands, but when Blackshell and his forces arrived our focus was shifted to making sure we were not overwhelmed, and later our mission to free you."
Anord nodded. "But who would have us as allies?" he asked. "None would be able to see the difference between us and Azshara's slaves. They would attack us on sight, as they do to all naga."
"I feel that if we at least attempt to explain ourselves, we would find that others would understand our plight," Cajsia explained. "The Alliance and Horde would be our best options for the time."
"The Alliance and the Horde," Gradath repeated. "It would be a long shot, both sides have a history of violence with our kind somewhere in their past. The night elves, the trolls. We would be hated by them even if we managed to secure an alliance."
"It must be risked," Cajsia said. "Without aid we will never have the strength to storm Nazjatar untill it is too late to stop Azshara."
Anord nodded. "They let us seek an audience with both sides," he said. Gradath also agreed.
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