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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Faust Kaufman
Location
: Dalaran, Legerdemain
Faust's eyebrows shot up for a moment before lowering, the inverse occurring to the corner of his lips with a widening smile.
"Well now, that is an interesting field of study." Faust looked back at the crowded common room below. "Listen miss I must be off. I'm terribly sorry for any offense I made to you. I do hope to at least leave on amiable terms, so I would be most thankful if you might take this with my good will," he informed her, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a necklace. Faust held it forth to the mage, the golden chain sparkling mutely in the dim light of the room. On the end of it was a purple stone inlaid into a small golden disk, the colours of the stone seeming to swirl like a dark mist as it rotated.
"It's a magical artifact, the full functions of which few are aware. I would greatly appreciate it if you might be willing to uncover some of its mysteries," he implored, the stone spinning slowly on the end of the chain.
Post by
Levarus
Katuik the Warrior
Kamagua, Howling Fjord
Katuik looked at the intruding doctor with the strange queer-sounding accent. "Who are you? What do you want?" he said.
Post by
Aimsyr
Hans "Sawbones" Adler
Kamagua, Howling Fjord
Hans rolled his eyes, "as I vas saying I am a doctor, doctor Adler if you must know - zough doctor vill do just fine... I vas vanting to know if you have any accommodation available or at least vould help me resupply." he explained, adjusting his glasses again, "I can repay you not vith gold, but vith my vast medical knowledge as vell as expertise." As Hans spoke a dove landed nearby, its head darting around rapidly as it took in its surroundings.
Post by
Levarus
Katuik the Warrior
Kamagua, Howling Fjord
A long silence erupted, the whole village staring at the doctor with a judgemental sort-of-look. "We have no need of medical expertise here, but if you DO however have a legion or squadron, we'll gladly take them. Otherwise you are welcome to visit and stay as long as you like, but just be wary doctor, war is coming to our lands."
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Demens Company
Location: Southern Coast (Port of Blood), Howling Fjord
Morec cracked his neck and Blu circled around the area he planned to land at; an area just a few yards away from Utgarde itself. If he wans't mistaken this had been the spot the Alliance set up one of their bases, if he had cared much for that fact he would have been likely to piss on the ground where their structures had once stood. But he didn't care. Those were matters for the Alliance and Horde, matters which would be of little meaning once he was finished with both organizations.
The undead dragon landed and Morec dismounted it, the dragon fading out of existance the same way it had when he had went to the Tuskar village. He cracked his neck and then yelled; "I WISH TO SPEAK WITH YOUR LEADER!" If the vrykul were unsure of who he meant my "your" he'd inform them by hunting one down and killing him or her. He wasn't worried about having to escape; he had a pair of escape plans both waiting and ready the moment things went south.
Post by
Atik
Sataira
Howling Fjord
"I had never thought one would be so foolish as to walk right into their enemies base..." The death knight's voice echoed like icy wind, a death gate opening behind Morec. "The court jestur has retured to the land of his late king? How quaint." Sataira continued, her massive form stepping out of the death gate and staring at the other undead.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Demens Company
Location: Southern Coast (Port of Blood), Howling Fjord
"I prefer to think of your people and my people as... allies in the making," Morec smiled at her. "And my days as a jester are far behind me, I can assure you. I'm interested in leaving a mark on the world in a way far greater than the late Arthas Menethil ever could have accomplished." He pulled Armageddon out of its sheath and rested it on his shoulder, where it was out of the way but still ready to attack with. "Just a precaution, I assure you," he said as he did this, "I have no intention of harming someone as lovely as yourself."
Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Ava Killian
Location:
Legerdemain Lounge - Dalaran
Ava eyed the man for a moment before staring at the necklace with awe. "I'd be happy to take a look at this for you, as long as you come back for it."
Post by
Atik
Sataira
Howling Fjord
"I speak not of Arthas, the late king of Lordarean." Sataira corrected the other death knight. "I speak only of the great Lich King."
She stared at him , unphased by his ending praise. "An odd claim of non-hostility, considering your entrance into his domain."
Post by
Aimsyr
Hans "Sawbones" Adler
Kamagua, Howling Fjord
"I have zero interest in trifling matters such as affiliation or var. As for a legion or squadron, you vill be very much disappointed, zere is no von else travelling vith me besides Archamedes," Hans replied. "
Damn, zey have no need of my medicine, vell I vill I have to find some other vay of getting Tuskarr organ... donors,
" he thought, sizing up a few of the Tuskarr nearest to him.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Demens Company
Location: Southern Coast (Port of Blood), Howling Fjord
"Those vrykul me and my goons murdered? Yeah, those were unfortunate accidents; causualties of a misunderstanding and disagreement. That disagreement being I wanted to set up shop along the coast and they didn't want me to." He shrugged quickly. "But we can go over that all day, what I'm here to discuss with you is the formation of an alliance between our two armies. Together we'll crush the one thing holding us back from full domination of this land; the tuskar."
Character: Galbain
Location: Kamagua, Howling Fjord
The Galbain figure road along the coast on the reanimated shoveltusk Morec had provided for him as a mount. Within the hour he would arrive at Kamagua to serve as an emissary between his master's people and the tuskar.
His hands twitched nervously. He had been unable to sharpen his weapons since mounting up to travel to the tuskar lands, and it iritated him noticeably.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Faust Kaufman
Location
: Dalaran, Legerdemain
"Wonderful! I'll just leave this with you then," Faust passed the necklace over towards the elf. "And I! Will be downstairs recruiting the vicious, the murderous, and anyone else so inclined to split heads for coin. Once you have discovered the exact properties you can ask at the Violet Tower for where I should be. They should be able to point you in the right direction, or at the very least send a letter."
Post by
Atik
Sataira
Howling Fjord
"The Tuskarr?" Sataira questioned in what seemed to be dis-belief. She stopped, milling over the thought for a moment. "Very well then." She nodded.
Post by
Levarus
Katuik the Warrior
Kamagua, Howling Fjord
"...I see..." said Katuik, looking at the doctor strangely who seemed to be pondering nearby villagers. "Well as for the time being I guess you can stay. It matters naught. Though who is this Archamedes?"
Tide-Chieftan Paeo
Howling Fjord
His turtle was moving at extremely swift speeds at the base of the tall looming fjord. The icy-cold sea behind him drifting sideways in a violent disperse of water. The four Orca-riders rode beside him in rank, huge iron-tipped spears erect in the water splashed air, circular bucklers petruding skins and furs native to the Fjord.
This will be quite an adventure...
thought Paeo as the forward destination came into view, surfacing the waves and blocking the evening sun's fiery illumination.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Demens Company
Location: Southern Coast (Port of Blood), Howling Fjord
Morec smiled, which was hidden by his helmet of couse. "Now, I'm not sure if you yourself ever had any actual contact with the tuskar before but there are a number of points that make them feirce foes. Firstly is their surprising combat skill, which fended off many a kvaldir in the Borean Tundra. Secondly is their magic, powerful shamans are many of them. And lastly is the fact that they are," he gagged a little, "loveable. Mess with them and a good number of champions here in Northrend are bound to come to their aid."
He raised a hand, his index finger alone extended. "But! Despite these surprising advantages they can still die, and although against either one of us they would hold their own with ease together we can annilate them and move on to bigger and better things." He took a step forward. "What do you say? An alliance btween us two death knights for the betterment of our own goals? Or would you prefer to have your army take more causilties than you can stand to lose at this point?"
Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Ava Killian
Location:
Legerdemain Lounge - Dalaran
"Yes," she said, caressing the beautiful necklace in her hands, "I'll be sure to contact you." Ava motioned toward the stairwell.
Post by
Levarus
Katuik the Warrior
Kamagua, Howling Fjord
As Katuik stood on the shore, knee's deep in the bone-chilling waters of Northrend, he seemed to be having no luck with fishing today. He sighed.
I wonder what Wak'luk is doing right now...
he thought.
Those Vyrkul have sure been taking their sweet old time in staging a siege against us...
he thought as well, but shrugged all the same, complacency controlling his old mind. Across the horizon came a quaint-looking sight. Tiny boats built of driftweed and broken parts of what seemed like larger ships floated in an unorganized cluster, green sails unfurled in the furious evening winds. Manta-rays mounted by tiny-fishmen with larger than themself spears seemed like guards to the transport "ships". That was when Katuik realized something.
Kvaldir...wait, no! Murlocs!
His orca-riders immediately rode into defensive formations, fishermen staring with mouthes agape at the incoming sight.
Why would the Murlocs want to attack us?
He thought. But that was when he realized something, Murlocs never went out of their homes to attack others unless forced away from their territory. So why this exotic-looking fleet? Katuik raised his hand. "Lower your weapons." he said. "They come in peace, or atleast I think."
Post by
Atik
Sataira
Howling Fjord
Sataira stood for a moment, considering the offer.
"You have a deal, jester." She nodded.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Demens Company
Location: Southern Coast (Port of Blood), Howling Fjord
Morec smiled and extended a hand. "This has been a most wonderful converstion. I already have an ambassador on route to meet with you, she'll serve as my eyes, ears, and voice while I deal with the social matters plauging my little town. And trust me; when you're building a nation out of psychopaths and murders there are a LOT of problems." He laughed. "Her name is Cauily, she should be here very, very soon."
In a flash of arcane light appeared a female draenei mage. Her robes were black and hung losely over her body, which was annerexic at best - made all the more concerning due to the fact she was very much alive - one of her horns was missing and she had a Horde emblem gruffly burned into her left cheek. And, which seemed all to natural for someone in Morec's company, she was smiling a mad grin, which made her distant gaze - one which seemed to be looking past anyone she was addressing - all the more unsettling. She curstied. "Cauily Whorde, at your service miss," she said to Sataira.
"Just call her Cauily," Morec said to the female death knight.
Post by
Levarus
Katuik the Warrior
Kamagua, Howling Fjord
As the incoming fleet made it's way to the coast of Kamagua, Katuik's fellow Kal'uak spearmen made their way. Out of one of the riftwood transports leaped a somewhat unique-looking medium sized blue murloc with wide beady eyes and iron armor all over. He had a huge double-edged sword chanted with a luminous aquatic row of runes. He seemed to be their leader. "Mrglbblr Tugurgleblmgle Bblunelemglr" it said in a raspy fishlike voice, looking around him at the Tuskar with inquisitive eyes that seemed like he demanded an answer. He got angry just then, jumping furiously up and down and yelling once again. "MRGLBBLR TUGURGLEBLMGLE BBLUNELEMGLR?" When no answer came, he hopped onto his ship once again and set sail away.
As the fleet dissapeared into the opposite direction from whence they came, Katuik could only shake his head unbelievably. "Can anyone tell me what just happened?" he asked, only to receive no response. He shrugged just then, casting his fishing line into the waters as the Orca-riders returned to their daily training.
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