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Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
Sataira jumped backwards, unleashing a green and blue mist of disease which lashed out and into the demon. Her hands glowed as she prepared more illness to blast the beast with.
Talon cawed, leaping through the air and landing on the fallen rogue, digging his talons into him. Rearing back, the skeletal hawkstrider brought its beak downwards at the man's head.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Grimmalt, Vyrkul
Location
: Howling Fjord, Utgarde
The proto drakes batted the riders away with wings and tails easily causing them to dissolve into spectral ashes, the dragons flaming breath scouring the rest while Vyrkul mounted their steeds at once. Grimmalt's own turned from Morec and the man laughed.
"Fool!" He barked as his and the rest of the proto drakes took flight, leaving behind only four of the drakes, which had been too crippled to fly.
Meanwhile, in the cramped halls of Utgarde, expertise and the fact that the runic magic wielded by the Vyrkul were alien to even the best runeforgers of the other races regained momentum for the armies of Vyrkul, their magic sparking back to life and bolstering their deences and offences. They crushed the few ghouls which remained in their midst with booted feet as they continued to advance against the disorganized Demens, pushing them into the lower, earthy tunnels where their portals still waited.
Their first line entered the midst of the mad company in the more open space, breaking ranks and engaging the scattered few Demens soldiers even as the next lines of Vyrkul marched down from both ends of the halls, pressing the company from both sides between the hammer and the anvil that was their might and their magic.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Utgarde Keep, Howling Fjord
Furious fel-flames commanded by the demon burned away the disseases before they could harm it or its summoner. Siffly then commanded the monster to charge while she began to prepare another spell. The rogue died at the undead beast's hands.
Morec merely grinned at the fleeing vrykul and contacted Cauily.
How goes the battle
?
Lord Rivendare, I can hear it getting closer
, she responded.
I fear we have lost.
Morec scowled. So be it. He turned to his guard. "Option one is no longer a go, we're onto options two and three now," he said. Each of the four nodded and Ras teleported himself and the three others of them out with a powerful spell.
Morec turned to the crippled drakes and, with a powerful spell of necromantic magic, killed and ressurected them, resseting their broken frames and repair whatever else needed such assistance with unholy magic to allow them to fly again. Morec jumped out of the fading Deathcharger's saddle and onto the newly-summoned Blu. The undead dragon took to the sky, followed closely by Morec's newest minions. They remained close to Utgarde, Morec couting carefully as he went up; never forgetting about the mounted vrykul behind him.
Post by
Levarus
Daedrin Plaguetomb
Amberpine Lodge, Grizzly Hills
The plague was rapidly expanding throughout the wilds, and the Vyrkul from Voldrune were starting to get anxious. Reinforcements had arrived as he demanded, Valkyrs from Vorth'renal as well as a fresh-batch of Death Knights and Abominations ready for battle. Daedrin glanced down at the highly-contested logging camp. "Catapults! Get ready!" he yelled. Atop the river ascended a steep fjord where Amberpine resided, as well as sixty plague-catapults. "Fire!" he yelled, as volleys of projectiles flew into the air and down, decimating both Alliance and Horde ranks at Blue Sky Logging Grounds. Daedrin watched with eager as they fell to the ground yet still tried to fight eachother.
What pathetic idiots...
thought Daedrin contemptously.
What do they fight for? Honor? Phah. I hope they all die.
He snickered, turning back to his new recruits. "Well, start raising people!" he demanded at the Valkyr, as they nodded and swooped around the destroyed Alliance base and began to cast ressurection spells.
Garthern Ebonwrought
Zul'drak Keep, Grizzly Hills
Garthern's eyebrows inclined to show anger. "I would happen to be servant of Aerkis Winterspine and trainee of the great Death Knight General Bo the Black Dread himself, who once accompanied Arthas the Lich King in his halls of ice and stone. You should give a damn about who I am because I hold the power to call thousands of Vyrkul, Ghouls, Ghiests, and other abominations left behind the Scourge for our glory to annihilate this pathetic scene. Now, who are you? Or should I stop waisting my time to bother with it? I have important matters to tend to you see, and making dull idle-conversation with looters is not one of them. So tell me, who are you again?"
Bo the Black Dread
Camp Tunk'alo, Storm Peaks
Below Camp Tunk'alo was an almost pitiful-sight. "Bombs away." yelled Bo, ordering the drop. Hundreds of gaseous grenades swooped through the air and into the Taunka base, covering the entirety of it as an expanding cloud of smoke and disease. "Well." said Bo. "That was rather easy." The Taunka had shot arrows into the air, but Bo had made sure that his fleet was high enough so that they couldn't reach them, sure a few gargoyles and ebon gryphons fell to their dooms. But that was it. "Well." said Bo once more. "We move on!" he yelled cheerfully, leading his flying armada of frostwyrms and proto-drakes to his next destination, watching with a sly grin as the ghouls he had ordered to remain at the base of the mountain climbed their way up and savagely attacked the Taunka in their crippled state.
Aerkis Winterspring
Vorth'renal, Storm Peaks
"Sir, scouts have reported that the Tuskar villages of Moa'bi and Unu'pe lie very poorly defended. They have gone to the village of Kamagua for an unknown reason. The Tuskar organs are the only left things that Glunn needs for the abomination project, and the few warriors left to defend the base are harassed daily by the Kvaldir and their families are vulnerable." said the Scourge Vedette.
Aerkis nodded. "Send a courier to Bo. Actually, you should do just fine. Tell him to bring his armies to Moa'bi and Unu'pe, slaughtering the Tuskar and allying with the Kvaldir after he's done with his little task. How is Daedrin doing?"
"Well, the plague seems to be expanding rather quickly, but problems with the Alliance and Horde have been somewhat troubling. However, with the new reinforcements sent to him, he should be just fine."
"Good." said Aerkis, grinning a cold malicious smile. "Good. Now go." he ordered, shoo'ing off his emmisary and returning to his deep-thoughts of strategy and war tactics.
Oh...
he thought.
I just came up with the perfect idea.
Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Ava Killian
Location:
Dalaran - Legerdemain Lounge
"Hello?" Ava yelled over the roaring crowd for the man that had given her the necklace. She scanned the crowd for that same man.
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
Sataira glared at the demon, gripping her hand into a fist as the monster charged before pulling back and ducking under the doom guard as it got closer to her. With impressive speed, the death knight punched upwards, full unholy strength included, into the beast.
Talon cawed, lunging at the warlock.
Silvia Lightdoom
Grizzly Hills
"Maybe for the money? I hear the alliance pays better than the horde." A feminine voice deadpanned from near Deadrin.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Drak'Tharon
"Well far be it for me to waste your time more than your listing off of your masters titles, but why not I'm in a good mood. I'm Drakkus Danovich, prophet of the Death God, diddler of the dark arts and majordomo of the Vyrkul nation. So you see I'm no mere looter, I'm a very important looter. So, satisfied?" Drakkus asked, his cowled skull cocking to the side curiously while the skeletons continued their labours behind him.
Character:
Grimmalt, Vyrkul
Location
: Howling Fjord, Utgarde
The proto drakes' made swift progress, soon leaving Utgarde and the bellows of rage as harpooners and crossbowmen fired on Morec far behind. Grimmalt grinned from his steed, basking in the afternoon sun and steering his flight toward the shore of the fjord, and where the invaders had their little settlement.
"Weeeeee! Grimmalt, Grimmalt!" The ascendant scowled, turning his head to look back at a large, heavily muscled Vyrkul wearing a helm with a broken horn, throwing his arms in the air like he just didn't care and leaving the drakes reigns to flap in the wind.
"What?"
"Nnnnnnno hands!"
"Yes, very nice Brildren."
"Grimmalt! Grimmalt!"
"What?"
"I dropped my reigns! I'm sad now."
Grimmalt groaned. At least it wouldn't be too long until they were at the shore.
Character
: Faust Kaufman
Location
: Dalaran, Legerdemain
Faust looked up at the voice, recognizing it.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Utgarde Keep, Howling Fjord
The demon's thick hide kept it from taking too much damage, but Sataria's blow still hurt it, at least enough to garner it's full attention on her - if there had been any fraction of his focus not on her. It brought a claw down to smash the death knight. Siffly blasted Talon with a powerful bolt of fel fire, but remained ready to teleport via her demonic waygate if nessescary.
Morec dodged the harpoons and crossbows with an impressive barrel roll, and smiled as he saw their destination. Good, that made things all the easier. To the Nether with the pathetic little camp his minions had dubbed a port, to the Nether with the Howling Fjord! With a mental command he sent all but one of the undead protodrakes smashing into the side of one of Utgarde's towers, the fourth he sent to pursue the vrykul.
The drakes' bodies broke on the stone, rendering them useless, but their continued existance was not something Morec required. With a frost spell he cracked the loosened rock and stone that much further, and then with a deah grip pulled out the damage chunk. He quickly flew over to the hole and jumped off of Blu inside of the keep. He quickly rushed over to the nearest bookshelf and began to rummage through the books, pulling them off the shelves as he searched for his goal.
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
Talon staggered, barely catching himself as the bolt hit. The skeletaal mount cawed in frustration, charging the gnome again.
Sataira rolled to the side, avoiding the claw and drawing her sword as she came up. "OBLITERATE!" She shouted, her runeblade glowing a bright blue before coming down fueled with frost magics at the demon's arm.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Grimmalt, Brildren, Vyrkul
Location
: Howling Fjord
"Aha, they look like ants down there. Quick, quick! Give me a magnifying glass! I wanna set 'em on fire!" Brildren demanded, leaning over the side of his drake.
"No. You'll have to make do with crushing them. Just, set someone on fire when we get back," Grimmalt retorted, signalling for their fleet to descend.
"Yay! Effigies!" Brildren cried as the fleet began to descend.
A barking sound came from behind Morec, a small fluffy worg with the name Checkers on a small collar about its neck jumped from side to side, yelping at the undead fiercely but annoyingly as such breeds tend to.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Utgarde Keep, Howling Fjord
The doomguard took the blow and was weakened into defeat almost instantly, it was no longer strong enough to fight after that attack. Siffly, who had been preparing to blast Talon with more fire, saw this. "Screw this," she muttered, and cast a version of the demonic summoning ritual warlocks were known for on herself, teleporting herself out of Utgarde. The doomguard faded back into the Nether with it's mistress no longer close by.
There was no one in the "Port" of Blood, every last member of Morec's little army had gone into Utgarde, and it was fairly obvious of what happened to them there. Still, there were tents and a small portion of the supplies that hadn't been used by the death knight's associates that were lit up by the flames.
Morec ignored the dog, it was not a threat to him in any manner so he kept his focus on his search.
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
"Talon." Sataira commanded, the undead hawkstrider making his way over and allowing its master to mount it before rushing off through the tunnels.
Sataira stared ahead, growling.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Grimmalt, Brildren, Vyrkul
Location
: Howling Fjord
"Thane! The camp is empty!" One of Vyrkul roared.
"What! Dammit!" Grimmalt roared, smashing a fist into the side of the ship, the wood crackign beneath the blow. "Enough, Brildren!"
"Yyyyep!"
"Find that thing, the one Drakkis wanted someone to fetch."
"Yay! Like a doggy!" Brildren clapped his hands and trotted off towards the ship happily. Grimmalt looked about, disgruntled. He had come for battle! For war! With a snarl he kicked over several burning boxes.
"Spread out! Make sure none managed to escape!" He snapped. The Vyrkul nodded and spread out, prowling the camp and hills while Grimmalt glared into the waters of the sea.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Utgarde Keep, Howling Fjord
"Aha!" Morec exclaimed after grabbing a tome off of one of the shelves and flipping through it. He stopped on a page and read carefully, smiling at what he found. "Ooooh, you and I are going to get along juuuust fine," he said with a grin, placing the tome in his cloak and taking out a smal cylindrical machine with a stone attached to it. "Now that plan B is complete, onto plan C." He smiled as he flipped open the lid of the detonator.
The flames spread quickly, jumping from tent to tent in rappid succesion. Some even attempted to make the leap to the ship, but none succeeded... yet.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Grimmalt, Brildren, Vyrkul
Location
: Howling Fjord
Beneath the decks, where the blood of Saravet, Tyrin and those poor souls who had escorted them there still soaked the floor, the sound of booted footfalls drummed upon the planks. Brildren grinned happily as he came upon the scene, his eyes scanning the wooden floor until they landed upon a staff, topped with a shining red gem.
"All right!" The Vyrkul crowed, grabbing the stone. "Drakkus's phylactery!" The giant snatched up the gem, breaking it off the end of the staff easily and holding it up to his eyes. A low red light came from the rock, illuminating the ship in a scarlet glow.
"Doubles as a nightlight too. Awesome." Stowing the stone in a pouch, the warrior turned about and jogged out of the ships bowels.
Checkers jumped, biting the hand with the detonator in it.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Utgarde Keep, Howling Fjord
The fire jumped to the ship, catching the wood ablaze as it quickly spread all throughout the vessel; and although the wood of the hull was enshrouded in fire it was not being burned away, that wouldn't happen untill the fire consumed the scroll Morec had marked the key rune on.
Morec scowled. The bite didn't hurt and the armored gauntlet he wore kept the bite from damaging the detonator, but the puppy was starting to vex him greatly. He blasted the dog full of necromantic magic to try and kill it, then shook off whatever was left of it and pressed the button.
Throughout the halls of Utgarde, one member of each group of the Demen's company immediately exploded with enough force to damage the supports and columns they had tried to die by. That had been Morec's "plan C", if he couldn't take over the keep he would level it as much as possible. He had studied all the Horde and whatever Alliance reports he could get his rotten hands on that detailed the architectural design and weakness of the keep, old reports from the War Against the Lich King, and had taken them all into consideration when he had a goblin he "pursueded" into helping him implant explosive devices in his soldiers while they were unconcious.
They had objected furiously to the idea when they found out what he had done, but two kills later he had remined them why he was in charge. That had been why his men had split up into seperate groups instead of sticking together. Of course, it was a crapshoot if any of the bodies were as close to the supports as he hoped they were, but it didn't nessescarily matter.
He smiled and counted down the remaining seconds... Nine... Eight... Seven... Six...
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
A death coil flew through the air, smacking into Morec.
"Well, jester?" Sataira questioned, bringing Talon to a stop. "Let us see you dance, fool."
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Utgarde Keep, Howling Fjord
Morec looked at the stone, and smiled. "And give your minions a chance to catch up to me? Ha! I've come too far to simply put myself into a losing situation." He looked back at Sataria. "Although, I have to wonder; why fight for these vrykul? Why lord over them when there are so many more oppertunities to gain power elsewhere? Why remain here? Because of some misplaced loyalty to a dead king? I doubt it, otherwise all you Scourge remnants would band together."
He pulled Armageddon into a ready position. "So what is it, Sataria? What drives you to stay here? What makes you feel you owe something to these half-giants?"
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
"I don't." Sataira stated, dropping off her mount and drawing Dragonbone.
She charged forward, blade glowing black as she slashed it at Morec.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Grimmalt, Brildren, Vyrkul
Location
: Howling Fjord
Grimmalt stared at the ship as the fire spread, a dagger in hand and being used idly as a toothpick. He leaned against his proto drake casually, watching as the oil soaked wood of the vessel spread the licking flames across the decks and masts like pillars of hell rising from the earth.
"I'm on fire!" A figure screamed as it flung itself over the side of the ship in a ball of fire, falling into the water with a sizzle as the flames which had clung to his clothes were extinguished.
Grimmalt paused, dagger still in his mouth and eyes riveted to where Brildren had disappeared beneath the water.
"Huh..."
The exploding corpses took out few of the supports, most of the bodies having been felled within the confining stone halls and open space of the tunnels. A few, however, had managed to be lucky, and had been near the walls and wooden supports within that stone tunnel. Vykrul shouted in shock and horror as they tried to flee from the collapsing tunnel, leaving the wounded behind to be crushed by the falling earth and brickwork from the upper floor which had not managed to hold.
At least two dozen were crushed beneath the rubble, even more left coughing from the dust thrown into the air from the impact.
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