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470415
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Post by
Monday
Character
: Funden Orebeard
Location
: Ironforge
Era
: Cataclysm
"Do you have any ideas on where to go?" Funden asked, taking another sip of his drink.
Character
: Runak Plainsrunner
Location
: Thunder Bluff
Era
: Cataclysm
"Well, these totems I have aren't truly my own," he said sheepishly, motioning to the totems hanging from the cord around his neck. "I must visit with the spirits to get my own totems, and I've been told the place to start for the spirit of Water is to visit the Barrens."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Katsuro
Location
: TB
Era
: Cata
"That's important. I could use some practice talking to spirits I've never met before as well. Love making new acquaintances," Katsuro grinned.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Gunter
Location:
Ironforge
Era:
Cataclysm
"Nay. But never fear, for we four art heroes seeking truth and to do justice in the Light's glorious name! Something shalt come up." The red head bellowed merrily.
Post by
470415
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Katsuro
Location
: TB
Era
: Cata
"Adventure? Well, if you put it that way," Katsuro smiled lightly.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Runak Plainsrunner
Location
: Thunder Bluff
Era
: Cataclysm
"Perhaps," Runak said placidly. "I see it more as a journey of the spirit."
Character
: Funden Orebeard
Location
: Ironforge
Era
: Cataclysm
"As you say, sir," Funden said with a nod.
Post by
Morec0
Characters:
Curho Demoneye
,
Lak’tuk Demoneye
Location: Ashenvale-Felwood Border
Era: Classic
Soon after the infernals were put down a messenger was dispatched, and Curho nodded as the troll rode off. "Let's go," he said, turning Tainthoof and leading the way into the forest to the north.
Character: Cedric Lighteye
Location: Stair of Destiny, Hellfire Peninsula
Era: The Burning Crusade
Cedric followed them, his back slung hover his back and his staff tapping against the ground as he went.
Character:
Morec, House of Rivendare
,
Ebony Gang
(
Ebon
, Nina Lurheq), Fright, Fal'uci, The Masked Swordsman, Ras
Location: Ebony Gang Headquarters
Era: Cataclysm
Nina led the group to the sailor working for Ebon fast enough, and his brilliant plan was revealed.
"I object to this, you know," Morec said as he was stuffed in a crate and sealed inside.
"You want to get killed on this voyage? Then you'll keep quiet and still untill I tell you its safe to come out." Nina turned and moved to board the ship, the sailor finishing sealing up the other three undead and having them loaded into the hull.
"Ready to cast off, Captain," he shouted as he climbed aboard.
"Set the sails and weigh ancor, then," the captain replied. "To Theramore, helmsmen." His orders were carried out and the ship began to move with its stowaways.
Post by
Monday
Character
:
Kishkumaen
Location
: Ebony Gang Headquarters
Era
: Cataclysm
Kish hopped onto the boat, still invisible, and waited in an unobtrusive spot.
Post by
470415
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Post by
Levarus
Character(s)
: Daedrin Halbin, Chronis Nightstorm, and Gloim Thorennhammer
Location
: Goldshire Inn
Era
: Cataclysm
The room was massive, on the top level of the inn, that was where the group of four stayed for the night. The three had to share a bed, while their noble father had his own room. He had paid the innkeep five gold Willam kept on exclaiming. "Outrageous prices" he complained. Outside a storm was brewing, Daedrin watched sheepishly outside the window, where raindrops splattered on the muddy earth and the children at play returned to their homes to the bellows of their mothers, but the guards still just stood at their posts, vigil as always.
"When I come of age, I'm joining the Stormwind army." said Daedrin. Chronis looked outside the window, and took a huge bite out of his apple, juice splattered into the air as he did.
"The Stormwind army? Why? So you can be shipped off to some foreign land to get killed by bloodthirsty Orcs? I'm going back to Teldrassil, to the island of Ruth'reran, where my ancient and proud bloodline has always stood, where tranquil and lavish gardens emitt a savory aroma, and the various inhabitants roam the salt smelling landscape, and-"
"Oh would ye' stop again with ye' nasty bickerin' about ye' little island. Ironforge, deep in the mountains of Khaz Modan, is where I shall go, where my fellow Dwarven kinsmen cling inside to the clamor of hammer on anvil and taverns filled with dwarven maidens and the finest dwarven brew liven up the fine-"
"You interrupted me. I hope not all Dwarves are as obnoxious as you." said Chronis, seeming to take no care of the Dwarf's mountain talk. Gloim snorted before hopping onto the bed and muttering something. Chronis resumed his stare outside of the window, as did Daedrin. Lightning flashed and dark clouds took away the sunlight above. "I do love a good storm." said Chronis, before taking the last bite out of his apple.
Post by
Behelich
Character
:
Wilhelm Meyer
Location
: Ashenvale
Era
: Classic
Meyer seemed to be slowly slipping into torpor.
Character
: Katsuro
Location
: TB
Era
: Cata
"Now that was mean," Katsuro chided Tesla, ruffling her hair.
Post by
355559
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Post by
Levarus
Character(s)
: Daedrin Halbin, Chronis Nightstorm, Gloim Thorennhammer
Location
: Elwynn Forest
Era
: Cataclysm
The road to Stormwind was a rugged one, but safe nontheless. Inside the carriage Chronis and Gloim sat, and on the front outside, was Willam whipping the two horses and Daedrin beside him. "I wonder what he's saying." Gloim said. Chronis wondered that too, Daedrin never sat next to Willam during caravan rides. It was usually just Willam and his two bodyguards, Rick and Jim. Only Rick was there now, and Jim had stayed at Goldshire for some unknown purpose.
Chronis shrugged, before taking a crisp, ripe apple out of his pouch and munching on it. "Good gods Chronis, all you eat is apples, you need some strong Dwarven mead in that belly." said Gloim. Chronis smirked.
"I would much preffer having dog piss rather then that strong Dwarven mead, thank you very much." Gloim seemed to be taken aback by that.
"Why ye' always so mean to poor Gloim? I've never done anythin' to hurt ye'."
"Because you're annoying. And I would much like it if you would just shut up." Chronis snapped back. But instead of shutting up, Gloim only seemed to get mad.
"I should kick 'yer puny elven arse all the way back to Khaz Modan, for all the good it would do."
"I would love to see you try." Chronis replied, before taking another bite out of his apple. Gloim's face reddened in rage.
"Would ye' now?" said the Dwarf. Chronis only smiled. Then the dwarf leaped into the air within the moving carriage, tackling Chronis and punching him furiously. Chronis was on the floor bloody by the time the carriage stopped and one of the guards, Rick, stopped the fighting. They were all outside the carriage now, on the sett stone road. Chronis was covering the blood on his face and Gloim was standing their, his body teeming with anger.
"What is the meaning of this!" Willam roared. Gloim said nothing. Chronis said nothing. It was Daedrin who spoke up,
"Most likely a show of brotherly love, I have no doubt." Gloim scoffed.
"How witty of ye' Daedrin." Gloim said scornfully.
Willam made a
tsk
ing sound before going back to Stormwind on the carriage, this time it was Chronis on the front sitting with him, and Gloim and Daedrin inside.
Post by
Morec0
Characters:
Curho Demoneye
,
Lak’tuk Demoneye
Location: Ashenvale-Felwood Border
Era: Classic
The warlocks arrived at the location of the Horde camp just as its current residents were finishing packing their belongings. Curho silently ordered his fellow warlocks to stay out of sight and wait for them to peacefully depart, even for a small camp it was still large enough to overwhlem them if they were spotted - at least a dozen or so orcs alone in the group.
Character: Cedric Lighteye
Location: Stair of Destiny, Hellfire Peninsula
Era: The Burning Crusade
Cedric made no comment about the blood knight's removal of her brother's belongings, for he too had his own cigarettes. Blood thistle-based, of course, not that disgusting, flavorless tobacco plant the humans used. He followed the road in silence, but after a few seconds the ground began to shake.
"What in the name of Silvermoon," Cedric muttered, looking around for the cause of the quakes.
Character:
Ormador of Argus
/
Marissa "Talah" Blackswallow
Location: Aldor Rise, Shattarath City / Lower City Shattarath City
Era: The Burning Crusade
Race: Draenei
Class: Paladin
Description:
Ormador is an old paladin of the Exodar, but still freshly remembers the chaos and destruction that so many have forced upon his people. Be it the Legion back on Argus, Ner'zhul and the orcs on Draenor, or even the hostility of the blood elves against the naruu and them on Azuremist Isle. He does not let go of grudges easily, and smites down anyone he percives as a threat to his people or his allies. He weilds a draenish mace and wears armor made of adamadite. His skin is a purple-blue, and his head is hairless except for grey-white sideburns and a black mustache and goatee.
Ormador sat in quiet meditation, his mace lying on the floor infront of him. The naruu were quiet this day, even the Light whispered of no foul deeds, but he did sense a great evil was at work inside the walls of Shattarath, one that the naruu would be powerless to stop... But how could that be? His brow furrowed as he searched his mind for answers.
Talah waited and watched as people came and went from the tavern. The number dropped a number of times, but it was never empty enough for long enough for her to risk attacking her target. But she was patient, she would not be the infamous assassin she was if she was anything but.
Post by
Behelich
Character
:
Wilhelm Meyer
Location
: Ashenvale-Felwood border
Era
: Classic
Meyer bolted upright, the shroud of shadows covering his face slowly dissipating.
"Wha?" he blinked sleepily.
Post by
470415
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Post by
Levarus
Character(s)
:
Laylesmus
&
Laylesmus
Location
: Shadowmoon Valley
Era
: The Burning Crusade
Description
:
Laylesmus is a traitor to the Scourge, being a once student/apprentice to Kel'thuzad. Through a sequence of events, Laylesmus was banished from the Scourge and Naxxrammas, thus living the loner life, but not forgetting that he was constantly being hunted down. Laylesmus ran to the Dark Portal hoping he could flee from persecution and hide from the lingering threat of being captured within the dark lands of Shadowmoon Valley.
Inside the cave was very small, the only company to Laylesmus was the tiny stagnant pool and the
drip drip
noise of the waterdrops embracing it.
It was like a small room
, Laylesmus thought.
Only a small, recluse, uncomfortable room.
Laylesmus threw a ball of shadow into the still air and caught it with his other hand as it flew back. Laylesmus took a moment to channel dark energies within him, black magic surging throughout his body, before going to the doorless entrance to the tiny coven. Outside the sky was green with fingers of black smoke painting the gloomy setting, and below, was hundreds of feet of nothingness, all the way to the surface of the corrupt earth.
It seemed like there was no entrance to where Laylesmus was standing, just the tall mountain where the cave lie and the wind screaming against him, but he had known how to get in.
It's my own little secret, and no one will ever know it
, Laylesmus thought. Inside was a pedestal holding an ancient grimoire he had used to practice his spells. Laylesmus walked to the stand and the tome laying on it, flipping pages of scripted parchment written in black, virtuoso ink. Laylesmus lost count of how long he had been in there, only that he longed to come out. Surely the Scourge wouldn't follow him to Outlands? This was where they're long and ancient rivals, once masters, the Burning Legion rested.
But all Laylesmus could do, was wait. For what? He did not know. His powers were dwindling, his mind becoming old and robust, mayhaps there was a chance the Scourge wasn't chasing after him after all.
Character(s)
: Daedrin Halbin, Chronis Nighstorm, and Gloim Thorrenhammer
Location
: Stormwind City
Era
: Cataclysm
The statues seemed to smile down upon them as the group entered the city bridge. "After all you're Night Elf and Dwarven talk. Neither of you can deny the majestic and beautiful architecture that is Stormwind. Eh?" Daedrin said. Gloim didn't reply at all, he still seemed to be mad about that incident afew days back.
"Phah, stones and bricks. We Elves use nature herself to build our homes, ancients of wonders and lumbering hollow trees. Darnassus is a sight ten times more great to behold. That I promise you." Chronis said. He had a black eye and a fat lip from Glaim's beating, but he seemed to not mind it at all. Afew days back he had said to Willam "the savage little beast punched me for nothing! He's a little bearded freak prone to violent spasms of rage" Daedrin didn't seem to mind though, he liked both of his brothers, although they weren't related, he still loved them as queer as that seemed. Their carrage was stabled outside the city gates along with the horses, Rick was walking with the group of 4 as well, he wore regular Stormwind guard armor. Willam was dressed in his nobleman's outfit today, and Daedrin, Glaim, and Chronis, all wore leather breeches and soft collarshirts.
Chronis seemed to be ammused by Glaim's stubby walk on the stone bridge. "I 'oughtta throw the Dwarf off this bridge right now, be rid of the little bugger." Chronis whispered in Daedrin's ear.
"That's just wrong. He's still you're brother, even with the amount of hatred you contain for him, the Light frowns upon the kinslayer." Daedrin replied, trying to be the hero he always strived to be.
"Kin? He is not my brother Daedrin, and neither are you. He's a Dwarf. I'm an Elf. You're a Human. None of us, are brothers." Chronis said.
"While this is true, we still have family ties. Small feuds I'm sure will be forgiven in due time, but for the mean time, I would just try and get along." Daedrin said. Chronis didn't like that response.
"We won't be brothers forever. I hate it here. I will go back to my ancestral homeland of Ruth'reran whether any of you like it or not, and soon. Even if that involves blood." Chronis left Daedrin with that response.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Gunter
Location:
Ironforge
Era:
Cataclysm
"Stupendous meal! It doth hearten me to have partaken in such a feast before adventure! Now," The warior bellowed, rising to his feet and grabbing Darrah in one arm, pressing her to his side while the other pointed at the entrance of the inn, "let us sally forth to glory and friendship! Bwahahaha!" The warrior bellowed.
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