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ReGen 3, Wrath of the Lich King (Open RP)
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Miter Brighthammer, Sybil Duir
Location:
Dragonblight
"Have you something pressing to do?" Miter asked.
Character:
Balrick Brighthammer, Dominic Majunc
Location:
Borean Tundra
Balrick trudged across the frozen beach with his head bowed in thought. He looked up on hearing the snap of bone and stopped, watching the night elf brutally attack the already dead men. He watched for a moment, then cleared his throat.
"We're leaving," his said authoritatively.
Post by
Persen
Evlyn Linder
Dragonblight
"No sir", Evlyn replied quickly. "Just eager."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Miter Brighthammer, Sybil Duir
Location:
Dragonblight
Miter nodded. "Good." He looked to the stable and the rd garbed figures already massing about them like a murder or red crows. "They will not be long. I suspect our fellow crusaders will be eager in their zeal."
Post by
Persen
Evlyn Linder
Dragonblight
Before long crusaders indeed began to congregate on the sled instead of just milling about. "I'll get my cloak", Evlyn said quietly and went for the longhouse; a few minutes later she returned, dressed more suitably for the outdoors. She stopped somewhere inside the crescent of people gathering around the inquisitor. Another speech was to be expected, she thought, and waited for it expectantly while scanning the thin crowd with curious eyes.
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Miter Brighthammer, Sybil Duir
Location:
Dragonblight
Miter surveyed those who had opted to join him. He smiled slightly and nodded, as if confirming his measuring of each man. "I see the Onslaught is indeed made of the brave," he said. Levity lasted until he drew himself up and pierced the group with his gaze. "Make no mistake. It is good the brave walk with me, and only they. This is a task unlike any you have faced before. Not only your resolve will be tested, but your very souls.
"But we are the Onslaught! The chosen of the Crusade. We do what must be done! Let he Argents weaken themselves by bringing in lesser races and swell their ranks with cowards. Only we are free. Only we are pure. Only we can do what the world needs to save it."
Miter grabbed the saddle and hauled himself onto the horse. With one hand he grabbed the reins and tossed his head, taking in the ranks from atop his steed. The white horse snorted and stamped at the frozen ground. "Mount up! We ride to victory!"
A cheer split the frozen air. Crusaders moved swiftly and mounted their own horses. In all, thirty men prepared to ride with Miter, cloaks and hoods pulled up like a procession of blood stained monks on pilgrimage.
Character:
Balrick Brighthammer, Dominic Majunc
Location:
Borean Tundra
"Let us go, Eldrina," Balrick said over the whistle of wind. "Let the living grieve. We avenge the dead."
Post by
jebby
Character
: Tharvulius Harrison
Location
: Borean Tundra
Tharvulius simply stared at the spellblade, not breaking eye contact even as his pony trotted up. He continued to stare while digging through a pouch on the saddle before pulling a small vial filled with a red liquid. "Here drink this, it will take the edge off."
His sleeve caught on the clasp of the bag, revealing severe burn scars on his arm. The mage pulled his sleeve down, pretending nothing happened.
Tharvulius climbed on his pony. "Now I remember why I named you what I did. I shall turn you into glue yet!"
The pony simply snorted.
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Balrick Brighthammer, Dominic Majunc
Location:
Borean Tundra
Some silent tension hung in the air between them. Balrick knew that feeling. He'd met it many times, seen the cold blue eyes she bore in the men who had fought with the Silver Hand during the dark days. Not mad. Not quite. But they were war now. That was all they were. The sorts of men who went home after and went to bars and drank and fought. Beat their wives when awake and when asleep and it was the latter which was the worst somehow. Those sorts who never leave the battlefield.
Well, he hadn't exactly left it either, had he?
Balrick turned his back on her and marched through the field of death. Something glinted, silver and black, and he bent and picked up his runeblade. He gave the sword a foul look and jammed it into his sheathe before heading back.
Moriv rose as he approached. It was an effort for the dreadsteed, owing to a leg being missing and may a new gash along its sallow hide. Balrick touched a hand to its flank and extended his other. Green magic crawled along his fingers, and from the mass of dead the horse's missing leg reassembled, good as new or near as could be.
He patted the beast and thought, or wished, he felt some glow of gratitude from the beast. He patted it all the same, then climbed into the saddle and surveyed what remained.
Post by
Persen
Evlyn Linder
Dragonblight
The air was ecstatic - electric, somehow - as if each man and woman's faith and expectations radiated from them, amplifying the spirits of those around. Though she showed a wide grin, Evlyn did not partake in the cheering. There was a feeling of dread rising inside her; Miter, splendid there upon his white steed, spoke much of how dangerous the mission was, but not why.
The thoughts were thoroughly washed away when she glanced to the stables. A black gelding led by a balding crusader was coming her way, and in the general movement the man’s determined steps could only mean that this was her new mount. True enough, once the distance was closed the man told her that this was the case, and she patted the animal’s muzzle with a happy smile. Hoisting herself into the saddle she thanked him, and with only a light push with her knees the horse set off to join up with Miter at an easy pace.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Miter Brighthammer, Sybil Duir
Location:
Dragonblight
Miter snapped the reins and his horse moved forward, the militant clap of hooves on stone undercut by the hissing of the corpse ridden sledge as it was dragged behind him. Fanning out in practiced precision, the crusader ranks formed a column two abreast behind him.
Miter glanced at Evlyn as she drew alongside him and quirked a slight encouraging smile to her.
Post by
Persen
Evlyn Linder
Dragonblight
The raven priest answered the smile with one of her own, though a checked one it was. Now that they were moving again there were a hundred things to see, and though they traveled with a formidable force they were not safe from ambushes. Thirty-two pairs of eyes kept a better lookout than six, to be sure, but thirty-two mounted crusaders, all clad in red, were also easier to spot. Evlyn's own green swept over the wintery landscape, taking in the austere beauty while looking for signs of the enemy.
Of course, nothing happened for a long time. Evlyn got bored. The black gelding was well-mannered, a pleasure to ride; the weather was reasonable. Were it not for the sled there in the corner of her eye reminding her of yesterday it could nearly have been a pleasure-trip.
However, the day had only just begun...
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Miter Brighthammer, Sybil Duir
Location:
Dragonblight
In the light of day the land was almost beautiful. The frozen landscape shimmered like the fields and hills were strewn with diamonds. The frosted crust covered hills and formed its own landscape like a white desert, broken by black caves and stone where the snow had failed to reach. The distant mountains showed white against the grey sky.
But the spectre of death ever haunted the lands. Ribs of long dead dragons reared from the ice, curved ivory encrusted with icicles like daggers. Occasionally, strange threads of leather were strung between the bones, macabre charms jingling like tinny laughter in the cold wind. Immense bones of long dead leviathans showed in the ancient ice as they rode over them, trapped beneath the mirror surfaces as if in an adjacent world to the one the living rode in red along.
And in the distance, still just visible, was the floating tomb of Naxxramas.
Miter had been growing tenser as they reached the mountains which rose from the ice landscape to form the border of the Dragonblight. His leather gloves creaked on the reins and his eyes grew intent and searching the ragged black rocks which rose around them. They wound along a long dried stream bed bordered by ice which turned back on them warped reflections on either side leaving only the way before and behind open.
Suddenly, Miter called a halt. Horses snorted as the inquisitor jumped down and crossed the icy landscape. He kneeled by the edge of the ravine and brushed aside some snow. He stopped abruptly. His efforts had uncovered and ancient blue helmet. He reached forward slowly and lifted it, turning it over before him silently. Stamped on the front was the stylized L of Lordaeron.
Post by
morginar
Character
:
Ithalwen Azureweaver
Location
: Boeran tundra
"I'll decline the offer, thanks." She dismissed the vial of red liquid of unknown function. She shaked her head and moved back towards the death knights.
She made a loud whistle to summon her horse whilst moving.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Balrick Brighthammer, Dominic Majunc
Location:
Borean Tundra
Balrick turned to the whistle and watched the spellblade approach. "You fought well," he said.
Post by
jebby
Character
: Tharvulius Harrison
Location
: Borean Tundra
"Indeed." Tharvulius said, riding up. "Though I believe the day belongs to you, death knight."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Balrick Brighthammer, Dominic Majunc
Location:
Borean Tundra
Balrick looked over the battlefield. "No," he said, tugging his hood back into place. "The valkyr escaped."
Post by
jebby
Character
: Tharvulius Harrison
Location
: Borean Tundra
Tharvulius narrowed his eyes. "I will tear her wings out myself and feed them to the pigs." He glanced back at the village. "If it costs me my life." He whispered.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Balrick Brighthammer, Dominic Majunc
Location:
Borean Tundra
Balrick gave the mage a measuring look, then looked back to the bluffs rising from the shore. "We'll leave once the corpses have been burned."
Post by
morginar
Character
:
Ithalwen Azureweaver
Location
: Boeran tundra
"Why thanks." Ithalwen noded politely to the death knight for the compliment.
"Sadly I do not conjure up fire." The spellblade commented. Moments after she said it. Her horse rode up behind her. She took hold of it's reigns.
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