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Poisoned Virtues (Closed RP)
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Post by
Morec0
Characters: ?
Location: Deadmines, Westfall
Another one of hte four fell, as did the one to Zelia's left, but the remaining three were quickly wising up to her tricks. They held their weapons to protect their more vital areas, ensuring she would not simply kill them with mere throwing daggers.
However, the one Zeltharis' targeted had not counted on her. The weapon tore through his light armor and knocked him to the ground, where he quickly bled out. Seeing the troll grabbing her rifle, one of the two remaining guards grabbed a pistol from his belt and fire the weapon towards her face.
Post by
Gumballs
Faithbender Praey
Westfall
Praey grunted, staying back from Zeltharis and Zelia so she could fire shadow magic from far back. A purple aura surrounded her now, and the priestess snarled as she fired off more bolts of magic into the group, specifically targeting the one with the rifle.
Post by
morginar
Characters: Zeltharis Nightsong
Location: Deadmines, Westfall
The night elf tossed herself to the side to dodge the bulet and afterwards she got up om her feet and aimed the rifle to the human that had his gun up and fired. Not payind atention that the troll had cast a spell to the very same man.
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1001369
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Post by
Persen
Sirax Harrington
Ironforge
Sirax found himself at the gryphon roost faster than he had expected, having navigated the covered city with determination. His figure was not very imposing, but his tall and thin shape allowed him to cruise between the crowds with ease. He did not spot any of his companions nearby, so he leaned on a mailbox while he waited for the others to show up.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Felicity Brighthammer
Location:
Ironforge
Felicity pushed her way through the crowds, at last finding herself at the roost. She ignored the smell of fathers and the beast's waste, instead quickly purchasing rides for her and her companions. The griffon master nodded at the coins, fetching the beasts at her command.
The paladin examined the birds. She nodded to the dwarf, handing over the coins before she hopped aboard her griffon. A large, golden creature with a thick white ruff of feathers. The beast shifted slightly at it's passengers weight, wings fluttering out slightly and retracting.
Post by
Persen
Sirax Harrington
Ironforge
The alchemist spotted Felicity entering the roost, and proceeded to follow. She was already mounted when he came within sight, and he caught her eye and pointed questioning at a gryphon he presumed she had hired, and motioning towards himself with his other hand.
Post by
Lordplatypus
?
Ironforge
"We're taking gryphons hmm?" the man said, then cut open the top of his crate and added ropes around it, it would make a workable method of carrying his companions. He examined the gryphons, picking the strongest one of them and attaching the the box, he then offered it a treat and climbed aboard.
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1049636
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Felicity Brighthammer
Location:
Ironforge
Felicity looked about, ensuring everyone was mounted. She nodded slightly before steering her griffon about. "We ride!" she called. "To Chillwind point! Yah!" She nudged her heels into the griffons side. With a screech and storm of feathers, the bird leaped off the edge of the roost and towards the rolling magma below. The hot air whistled by as the griffon unfurled it's wings, catching an updraft and spiraling towards the ceiling, following an invisible road through the sky. The titanic brickwork of the mountain kingdom ripped by. At times so close, all the paladin would need do is reach out in order to touch it.
But the griffon knew the way, and within minutes they seamlessly passed through the stone city and a gap at the top of the great gates, the eagle-like scream of the hybrid beast ripping through the winter air as it beat its wings in the light of the sun once more.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: John William Cassidy
Location
: Ironforge
Cassidy approached his mount - a strong tawny gryphon, with broad chest and a curved beak.
"Well. Pal-" the bounty hunter began, then corrected himself, "I am sorry,
gal
. Hope you are timid."
The she-gryphon cawed reassuringly and nudged the gangly human with her head. The mercenary chuckled and produced a piece of jerky that the beast immediately snatched from his hand, so deftly even Cassidy's enhanced reflexes were barely enough to see it.
"Atta girl," the mercenary hummed, mounting the gryphon. "Git thee up, I suppose. To Chillwind Point!"
Soon enough, the tawny beast was tailing Felicity.
Post by
Persen
Sirax Harrington
Ironforge
Sirax was the last one to mount up, but the adventurous youth did not waste another moment. He was not a friend of beasts, but the baseline respect he showed the animal was well repaid. Seconds later he soared through the sky behind the others, delighting in the feeling of cold, crystal clear air against his face.
Post by
Lordplatypus
?
Ironforge
The man watched the others get to know their mounts, then with a quick pull, requested the gryphon take to the air. The man said "Here, I have something for you." then gave the gryphon a piece of meat from his feed pouch.
"To chillwind point, ready when you are" The man said to his mount, and took off, his crate full of his companions hanging underneath.
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1049636
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Felicity Brighthammer
Location:
Ironforge
"
I say we leave. This place is nothing but wet earth and crappy digs.
"
"
For once, I agree. We have stayed in place far too long. All mortal factions are out for our blood or...equivalent. We should leave.
"
"You're agreeing with this?"
"
Hah! Finally, we can get out of this stinking swamp!
"
"
Do not mistake me. I do not agree with my rash companion. Rather, I merely think it prudent we stay on the move. We need more sacrifices. And after that caravan we killed carrying all those fancy hats, it's been quite dry.
"
"I don't know...Where'd you have in mind?"
"
The Burning Steppes.
"
"
You would say that.
"
"
Oh? And what's that supposed to mean?
"
"Quiet, both of you. I can't have my two hands fighting at a time like this. I'll make a decision when I'm good and ready, and not before!"
"
Well then maybe we should get motivate your indecisive ass.
"
"
For once, I agree.
"
"What do you-grk!"
"
Go for the throat!
The sound of breaking glass and a struggle rang out in the darkness. "
Yes! That's it! Tighter!
"
Sunlight flooded into the tent as the flap was shoved aside. "My lord Brakkis!" the intruding Twilight cultist cried, only to start and fall silent at the scene on the other side. Purple robes akimbo, an older man and sole occupant of the tent was sprawled atop a large desk. Hood thrown back to reveal a crown of jagged ebony metal and short cropped hair of ashen white, he stared at the intruder with equal parts annoyance and surprise. He wore two black gloves, one inscribed with a red stitched symbol of fire, the other of earth in brown thread. And both were wrapped around his throat, apparently having been interrupted in the process of throttling himself.
The older man at once rose from his desk. "What are you doing here? I ordered no interruptions!" Brakkis cried imperiously. He stalked up to the cultist as he spoke, voice filled with righteous indignation. "This is my meditative time! Do you realize what wicked things these hands of mine can do? Huh? Huh!" Jackel demanded. His hand suddenly lashed out, knocking the startled cultist's hat off.
"You see! And that is only the beginning of the
eeeevil
these hands are capable of! So, what is it? Speak man. Speak!"
"I-I'm sorry sir. B-but, I-er, we...the uh, scouts reported seeing a flight of griffons coming this way."
Jackel paused. "Griffons? Griffons...Griffons!" His flamed glove smashed onto the table. "Shoot them the fel down!"
Felicity narrowed her eyes slightly against the wind. They had left Dun Morogh behind, exiting the thick mountains of the dwarven kingdom, and entering into the swampy fields of the Wetlands. Endless expanses of marshy wilderness stretched below in dull browns and greens, with trees rising here and there in scattered pockets, though even they had a hanging dour look about them. The paladin looked up, trying to spot the Thandol span which bridged the divide between the vibrant fields of Arathi with this sodden realm. There! She smiled, spotting the pass framed gloriously between the two mountains which led to the bridge.
So focused on the road ahead, she didn't even see the rolling fireball arcing through the sky until it was far too late. Her griffon screamed as the ball of fire exploded, missing them by a mile but still startling both her and her mount horribly.
"Fel!" she swore, fighting not to fall off the startled bird. She only just managed to regain her seat in time to see almost a dozen more fireballs begin to rise into the sky from the dense marshlands, leaving tails of crackling ash behind.
Post by
Persen
Sirax Harrington
Wetlands
"Oh crap," the alchemist muttered, his voice revealing more irritation than anything else. He wrapped the gryphon's reins several turns about his wrists and twined the stirrup leather around his lower legs, gripping the neck of the beast tightly.
"I know you can do this," he spoke confidently to the animal, "I just hope I can."
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