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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Utgarde Keep, Howling Fjord
As she charged towards him, Morec chuckled and uttered a quick "interesting." He then dodged out of the way, swinging Armageddon at Sataria with all of his strength - the runeblade aglow with energy.
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
Sataira brought Dragonbone around, guarding against the swing with the sound of clanging metal. She brought her leg up, moving to knee Morec.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Utgarde Keep, Howling Fjord
A thick chunk of ice materialized around Sataria's leg, trapping it in place. Morec continued to try and break the blade-lock in his favor, summoning a swarm of blood maggots on the female death knight to burrow into her flesh and drain her of her strength. "If you owe nothing to the vrykul," he said. "Then why stay here? Surely you realize that leading them just makes you a target. Eventually someone will decide you are a threat, and they'll come for you, heroes and champions of all shapes and sizes, and there wont be a damn thing you can do to stop them from taking your head like they took you precious king's!"
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
Sataira broke the ice around her leg, planting her foot back onto the floor as she held the blade lock firm. "No thanks." She stated, opening her mouth and death gripping the blood maggots before filling the with necromantic magics. "You can keep them." She stated, tossing them back at Morec ready to explode with gore.
She ignored his other banter, pumping more magic into her blade.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Utgarde Keep, Howling Fjord
Morec rotted the worms away before they could reach him, summoning a swarm of unholy insects in their place to harrass the female death knight. He matched her blade-for-blade with his power. "Is it, perhaps, you don't know what you should do? Maybe without your precious king in your mind at all times you are lost, unable to think for yourself anymore? I once had a similar experience, after my first death and joining the Forsaken. You get over it, after a while, but you... You seem to want to cling to that memory, is that why you're here? To hope your precious King Arthas will return to you?"
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
"Because killing all of them is half the fun." Sataira stated, withdrawing her blade from the lock and letting Armageddon hit into her side; scrapping into her armor. Raising Dragonbone upwards, she slammed her foot down; igniting an anti-magic zone around them. With the last second before the spell upon her runeblade would be negated, she brought it down at Morec.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Utgarde Keep, Howling Fjord
Morec spun out of the way, dodging the woman's attack and brining his sword into her side with the momentum the spin granted him. "But you wont kill them, havn't you seen the pattern that exists?" he began to back out of the antimagic area. "A powerful threat arises, and the heroes of the world combine their efforts to stop it. It happened to the Legion, it happened to The Lich King, and it will happen to you if you don't wise up to the world around you. There is plenty of slaughter to be had without the aid of an army."
He stepped out of the anti-magic feild, sheathing Armageddon and looking down at the stone affixed to the detonator. "I'll say it one more time, Lady Sataria; the path you walk now will lead to your death. I'm warning and advising you as a fellow death knight, the best course of action for you is to leave this foolish world-domination plot behind and give into your most base instincts. Indulge yourself however you want to on your own. Rob, rape,
kill
. The choice is yours."
With that, he flashed her a look at the Hearthstone he had been charging up, and then vanished in a flash of light. With him went the tome he had grabbed from the bookshelf.
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
Sataira dispersed the anti-magic zone, growling. "Coward." She stated, turning away.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Siffly Darkhand, Demens Company
Location: Delapidated Church, Eastern Plaguelands
Morec reappeared in the old abandoned chapel he had set his hearthstone to. It was out of the way and drew minimal attention, the perfect place to rest and plan. Not that he needed rest. He could have kept the fight going as long as Sataria could, but he had bigger murlocs to skin. He would return to deal with her some time in the future, but for now... For now he had other matters to attend to. Already in the chapel were Ras, Fal'uci, Fright, and the masked swordsman, having teleported here on his order to retreat.
"You found what you sought then, yes milord?" Ras asked with a shrug.
"Ineed I did," Morec nodded and flipped open the tome to the page he had looked at in Utgarde. It was an old Lich's text, probably not the property of the one Cauily had encountered in the Keep, though, this had belonged to someone far, far more experienced. The majority of the spells did not interest him, but there was one... one incantation written in runic text that he smiled at. The very one he had been hoping to find.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Grimmalt, Brildren, Vyrkul
Location
: Howling Fjord
Grimmalt watched as Brildren slowly returned to shore via the tide, the lapping waves gradually hefting him onto the sands.
"Brildren? You a'right?"
"I feel... tingly. Not a nice tingly, more burning tingling."
"You were on fire. I'll summon a mender."
Brildren slowly rose to his feet like some primordial beast from the sea. Grabbing his head, he twisted side to side with a creak with a contented groan. "Aaaaaaah. Nah, I'll walk it off."
"You... you're going to walk off, second degree burns?"
"Yep!"
"Walking off being on fire?"
"Uh-huh."
"... Whatever," Grimmalt threw his arms up in surrender. The Vyrkul trod back towards his proto drake, Brildren following shortly after.
"Hey Grimmalt? Did this count as setting someone on fire?"
"Aye."
"Aw..."
Post by
Levarus
Daedrin Plaguetomb
Amberpine Lodge, Grizzly Hills
Daedrin turned to glance at the person intruding his thoughts. "Who are you?" exclaimed Daedrin, turning his Vyrkul roaring and Worgen snarling to his side. "For this is official Scourge business!" he exclaimed, grinning to show his golden tooth.
Bo the Black Dread
Storm Peaks
An emissary came through the cover of night, robed in black and struggling to fight the winds. "This is for you." the courier announced, jamming a hand to Bo's side with an attached scroll. Bo took the parchment eagerly and began to read.
Bo,
The Tuskar forces of Unu'pe and Moa'bi Harbor in Dragonblight lie vulnerable to attack. I am sending you with your army to go and kill the remaining Tuskar that lie there and bring back their organs for the final abomination. Also, give their lands to the Kvaldir and ally with them, their strength at the seas will be much needed in the upcoming event.
With Dark Fortitude,
Aerkis Winterspine, Lich-Lord of Vorth'renal
Bo nodded before furling it and giving it back to the courier. "Say, it shall be done. And that is all." ordered Bo, as the skeletal courier hastily drew out an enchanted quill that always had ink and began writing. "Well!" he yelled to his camp. "Come the morn we ride for Dragonblight!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.
Aerkis Winterspine
Vorth'renal, Storm Peaks
A cultist bowed before him, not showing his cowled face. "Rise." Aerkis said. The cultist eagerly did as he said, standing to reveal rich decorations of skulls and axes etched upon his radiant robes. His face was a mere shadow, and he didn't shake to the cold of Aerkis's chamber. Aerkis liked that.
"Tell me, cultist, what brings you here?"
"I was once a servant of the Lich King. But no word ever reached my mouth that he sent some giant necropolis 500 leagues away to restore his glory after his death. While you were strengthening your army into the powerhouse it is, I was living off rations of ghouls and ghiests I had killed in the mountains of Storm Peaks."
"So you're a human then." Aerkis announced. The cultist nodded, his black hood never even sliding a little off his head.
"Once I heard news of this Scourge attack in Grizzly Hills, I knew it was some part of... plan. Constructed by the leader of whomever this Necropolis belonged to. So here I was climbing up that mountain to Iceheart Citadel atop the snowy slopes-"
"I thought it was Iceheart Base?" Aerkis said, remembering Bo name it himself.
"Uhmm, they said it was Iceheart Citadel. The Death Knights channeling those portals up here. But anyway-"
"Oh." said Aerkis, interrupting him again. "I guess I like that name more..." he said fading off. "But anyway, do continue."
"-So back to where I was, I came through the portal up here and asked some random undead guy who their leader was and I came here, begging to be of your service in any small way." Aerkis smiled.
"Then you have earned what you have came for. But first, let me test your strength. I must know how both my enemies and allies' strengths are so I can properly...use them to my advantage."
"I am a Shadow Priest, before you go on." said the cultist. "And my name is to be Terror. My true name was wiped away when I came into Arthas's service, for I am merely a terror instructed by his will, or atleast yours now, anyway." Aerkis smiled.
I like this man alot.
He thought, opening a portal where temporary ghouls came forth and attacked Terror.
Garthern Ebonwrought
Drak'tharon Keep, Grizzly Hills
"Haha okay, just some thief in the world stealing some of the master's old glory then? Fine, have your little event in this decrepit old keep anyway. I will come back too, but not alone." Garthern said, opening up a death gate to Vorth'renal and stepping through it's dark embracement.
Post by
Atik
Silvia Lightdoom
Grizzly Hills
"Who, me?" The eredar asked. Silvia stood at average height, wearing a rather revealing purple dress that could only be described as 'absolute cleavage.' Her skin was a light purple, seeming to be painted up and made much more attractive by make-up. She possessed impressive curves, and was clearly attractive through her own concentrated effort.
"Oh, just a passer-by who got interrupted by all this annoying plague of yours." She stated, paying little mind to the Vyrkul or Worgen. A long black shadowy chain, the Dominatrix, curled around her body. "And when I say annoying, I really do mean it..."
Post by
Levarus
Daedrin Plaguetomb
Grizzly Hills
"Interesting." Daedrin said, turning to his catapults. "Have you seen our plague-base over in Camp Oneqwah? I'd say it's rather impressive looking, oversaw the construction of it myself. Infact, now that you bring it up! The plague has spread to about one half of the entirety of this decrepit wilderness!"
Daedrin took out his long emerald staff which had a sharp spike at the bottom and top of it. "Now if I may be so bold to ask - why is a purple-skinned space goat such as yourself doing over here?"
Garthern Ebonwrought
Vorth'renal, Storm Peaks
Garthern hurried to the master's chamber where there was a horde of dead ghouls lying around and alive ones attacking a shadow priest. "GARTHERN!" yelled Aerkis intimidatingly. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?"
"Master, I was intercepted. Thieves, robbers, those who would take a nibble of the cheese that the Master left are all around Drak'tharon."
Aerkis nodded. "Terror, you have proven your strength, now stop killing my ghouls!" he yelled, dismissing the undead servants as the shadow priest loyally bowed. "His name is Terror." said Aerkis, looking at the cultist. "He shall accompany you on your journey to Daedrin. Once the two of you reach Daedrin I want you to help him spread the plague, and do it fast, THEN we shall deal with Drak'tharon. Understand?"
Garthern nodded, taking a look at the shadow at the base of Aerkis's steps.
Oh man...
he thought, as the black-hooded priest walked over to him.
Post by
Atik
Silvia Lightdoom
Grizzly Hills
"Well, I was actually having some fun with... hmmm...." She scanned the bodies scattered about, seemingly not locating the one she was looking for and instead simply shrugging. "Anyway... that is simply dissapointing honestly." She told the necromancer. "Undead are fun every once in a while... but they just lack the same
assets
as the living."
Post by
Levarus
Daedrin Plaguetomb
Grizzly Hills
"What?" said Daedrin, completely confused. "Look, I have a war to run and a campaign to lead, the more time I'm not spreading the plague, the more -" he was interrupted by a dark portal forming and two coming out. Daedrin recognized the one, but not the other.
"Garthern!" he yelled rejoicefully. "And...you." he said, looking at the black-robed shadow of a man.
"Name's Terror." he said, glancing about. "Aerkis sent us to help you on your little quest. We must hurry though, annihilate any possible resources whatsoever to the opponent-"
"SHH!" yelled Daedrin. "Do not give away our plans! Look!" Daedrin yelled, pointing at the female Eredar.
"Oh Daedrin." said Garthern, his blood-red eyes illuminating the fading evening light just barely. "Your sick thrills can be sated at another time, but for the meantime we must hurry on this campaign. Aerkis grows impatient. Bo has already won his campaign at the Storm Peaks! So you must hurry over here!"
Daedrin gave Garthern a look of pure hatred and contempt. "I am of a higher rank than you Garthern. Best. Remember. That." Daedrin showed a flashing grin. Garthern swallowed the bile at the back of his throat, threatened by the retort Daedrin gave.
Post by
Atik
SIlvia Lightdoom
Grizzly Hills
"And why exactly are you lot killing everything off?" Silvia questioned, sauntering up and between the three. "I really don't see the fun."
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Timothy Vrote
, Twilight's Hammer Cult
Location: Southern Coast of Dragonblight
Description:
With the demise of Deathwing and the shattering of the Twilight's Hammer Clan, the remaning supporters of the clan have vanished from the spotlight. Some went their seperate ways; others remain banded together, praying to the Old Gods for a miracle; and others still seek to make that miracle happen.
The third group is what Timothy Vrote, self-appointed leader of the Twilight's Hammer Clan with the recent death of the "Twilight Father." His claim to power: his mutations; his blessing from the Old Ones. He now leads his followers, the Cult members that served him in Silithus and those they picked up along the way, to Northrend in an attempt to commune with the Old God they know is there, and in doing so gain the power to bring about the second Cataclysm that The Worldbreak failed to achive.
The ship anchored in the small port, and Timothy roused his followers. It took several minutes, but they gathered all of their supplies and deported into the town. A half-hour passed of them purchasing all other supplies they would need for their journey. Timothy found it distasteful to have to rely on these mere mortals for the goods they required, but now was most definately not the time to reveal their nature.
Within the hour they had set out, the voices of the Old Gods within Timothy's mind guiding them into the snow. Guiding them nothward. Guiding them to Azjol-Nerub.
Post by
Levarus
Daedrin Plaguetomb
Grizzly Hills
"Oh but it is MORE than fun to kill things!" Daedrin yelled, oblivious to the eredar's acts. "To watch them in agonizing pain as life slowly finds itself...without a home. Blood Death Knights have learned to channel this life lost to boost their own being." Daedrin looked at the Blood Death Knight Garthern. "And even Shadow Priests with their Vampiric Embrace!" he looked at Terror. "But unfortunately necromancers such as myself are stuck with their outdated abilities." Daedrin frowned.
Bo the Black Dread
Unu'pe
"Annihilate them." Bo said, watching as his frostwyrm fleet destroyed the Tuskar village. They were nothing to an army of four-hundred frostwyrms. Vyrkul dismounted their proto-drakes and collected the tuskar organs and entrails.
"Materials for the abom." said the Valkyrion Chieftan. Bo nodded.
"This is stupid easy. I'm beginning to think Frostwyrms are too strong for their own good!" Bo exclaimed, to receive a shrugging gesture by the Hyldnir chieftan.
"Proto-drakes better." he roared.
Then you'd hate to see what Aerkis in Vorth'renal is doing to the Voldrune Proto-Drakes.
Bo thought, with an evil grin.
"The Kvaldir will be at Moa'bi next! There we will act as their allies and help them take the Tuskar lands of Moa'bi. Maybe even Kamagua, but no orders from Vorth'renal have been instructed to do so yet." said Bo, preparing for yet another air-borne attack.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Drak'Tharon
Drakkus shook his head in annoyance. "Tourists, more of the damn things every year," he grumbled. Turning back he directed the gargoyles to finish loading the pillars. He paused when what appeared to be several shadows caught his eye near the balcony.
"The fel?"
Post by
Atik
Silvia Lightdoom
Grizzly Hills
"Sex is better." Silvia shrugged, glancing about the group with mild interest.
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