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RE: Nowhere to Run {Open RP}
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Atik
William Triberk, COLA, Desidaku, Celegosa
Prometheus
"I'm not threatening them." Celene commented. "I'm just making sure they know what's what."
Des scurried away from the reaper.
Triberk glanced up from working on the long-range antenna as his name was yelled. His eye twitched as he recognized the voice. "Can't go five seconds without wishing someone new died in the crash..." He grumbled.
Admiral Noname, Samantha Ahren, Praegosa
Ares
The marines made their way through the halls of the ship; exiting out one of the side airlocks and beginning to climb up one of the steep hills on either side of the scar left by their crash, Samantha leading the way with a purposeful stride.
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Sparkbolt
Character: Vujon'wi, Azok Skychaser
Location: Desolace
As the two made there way south they noticed an orc walking along the road.
"Maybe she seeks the star?" Vujon said before Azok could ask.
The tauren shrugged. "Hello there." He called to the orc as the two made there way down the road.
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Character: Vujon'wi, Azok Skychaser
Location: Desolace
"Hello." Azok said as his kodo stopped beside Grakasha. "What brings a lone warrior out here?" He asked.
"Are you searching for the star that fell?" Vujon asked.
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Persen
Frederich Savin
The
Prometheus
"Ah!" the scientist grunted as he spotted the head engineer by the massive antenna, adjusting his course ever so slightly. A few seconds later he stood by the device, looking up at Triberk.
"Much as I appreciate your work, Triberk, in allowing people to
chat
and decide when to go for lunch and whatnot, we have a ship that is nigh powerless and you're fixing the TV?"
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William Triberk, COLA, Desidaku, Celegosa
Prometheus
COLA glanced up at the science officer, tilting its head.
Triberk stared a moment. "I'm not sure your aware how important this is..." He muttered, aggitation filling his voice. "We don't have the manpower, and our men don't have the brainpower to communicate without their coms! If we want to get off this wreck, we need these operational!"
He glared at Fred. "Once I've got this fixed, we can start spreading out more, and it will be a lot easier to fix things when I don't have %^&*!@#s getting in my way every ten seconds!"
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Sparkbolt
Character: Vujon'wi, Azok Skychaser
Location: Desolace
"Then you can join us if you wish." Vujon said. "Since were going to the same place." He added.
Post by
Persen
Frederich Savin
Crash site of the
Prometheus
"Had I not examined one or two I'd think some of them didn't have the brains to communicate
with
comms," Fred muttered and looked up at the technician. "Anyway, I warned you. I know you don't like my repairs."
The scientist turned on his heel and marched back towards the ship.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Soren Baldurson
Location
:
Prometheus
Crash Site, Cape of Stranglethorn
"I am well aware that you could leave when you wish," Soren remarked. "I was merely commenting on the fact that I, too, was once a minor."
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Character: Vujon'wi, Azok Skychaser
Location: Desolace
"Before we go much further I am Azok Skychaser and this is my friend Vujon'wi." The tauren said.
"What's your name mon?" The troll asked the orc.
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Sparkbolt
Character: Vujon'wi, Azok Skychaser
Location: Desolace
"And you as well Grakasha." Vujon stated before his raptor began a slow walk. "It shouldn't be much further." He added. Azok meanwhile had fallen silent as he gazed ahead.
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Character: Vujon'wi, Azok Skychaser
Location: Desolace
"Not much to say really." Vujon'wi said scratching his tusk. "I've been a witchdoctor for da darkspears all my life. Been helping da horde since we joined and wandering the lands till I met Azok in the north when the lich king was still a problem." The troll finished.
"I've been a shaman since the earth spoke to me as a child. I spent most of my childhood fighting the centaur till Thrall came and helped us drive them out of our homeland. Since I've fought for the horde and earthen ring in there battles." He said. "And we're heading to the crash to see what has the spirits relied up. What about you?" He added.
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Behelich
Character
: Gregory Mandrake
Location
: The Cape of Stranglethorn
More time was spent dragging the bodies into an at least somewhat orderly pile than it took to dispose of them. Were Gregory more alike his younger friend Alistair, he would have simply taken out a canister with napalm and set the cadavers aflame; he was not, however, and had to make do with what materials he had close at hand. That they had crashed in a humid tropical jungle, close to the shoreline, only made things worse, but eventually the Spectre constructed a funeral pyre, helping himself with the remnants of buildings in the area that were not made of stone.
Mandrake took a step back, admiring his handiwork, then touched the construction with the tip of his warp-scythe and sent a particularly volatile burst of psychokinetic energy down the sleek shaft. A shower of sparks birthed a flame that grew rapidly, engulfing the twice-late natives. All too soon, a wide pillar of thick, viscous smoke rose to the sky, making Gregory suddenly aware of and thankful for the breathing systems in his Hostile Environment Suit.
The bodies were taken care of - or, at least, being taken care of, as it were, - but something still felt very wrong about the area. Gregory knelt in the mud, brushing away sickly-looking foliage to reveal an odd-looking fetish. It looked very in-character for the tribal blueskins the Raiders had already met, a crude collection of sticks, bones and feathers, garishly painted and barely held together by string and dried sinew - and yet it gave off a malevolent aura that in its nature was too close to the zombies' presence for Mandrake's tastes.
A quick sweep revealed many more of similar fetishes and effigies, all similar on planes both physical and ethereal. After reluctantly storing a couple along with the gathered biological samples, Gregory hurtled the rest into the raging fire with no small amount of relief - relief that lasted right until the flames licked the profane idols, causing them to burst into a shower of sparks and a small cloud of incredibly thick smoke.
Character
: Mickey Thompson, Alistair Mercer
Location
:
Prometheus
Crash Site, The Cape of Stranglethorn
"Sir, I am no expert on Thors. Vikings are my area of specialty, but of Thor-class walkers I know precious little. It would seem, however, that had the Thor in question been repaired, it would have moved, or shot, or something similar, sir," Mickey replied with a stone face.
Character
: Ysabel Catalina Margarita Beatriz Sofia Maria Liliana de la Jacinto, aka Lilith
Location
:
Ares
Crash Site, Eastern Plaguelands
Lilith found herself, for once, at a loss for words. The noblewoman simply gaped; where wounds had very much been, none remained, and all it took was a laying on of hands, that for some reason or another glowed all the way through. What had just happened? And why did this native seem tired all of a sudden?
"How..." Lilith began hoarsely, then cleared her throat and spoke again, "How did you do that?"
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