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Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Clank
Location: Sholazar Basin
The mechagnome flew the air as he entered the basin soaring over the tree tops and viewing the tiny towns below. "This plan of the creators better work." He said as he started to descend till he landed on the Maker's perch.
"Greetings Clank." One the two massive steel golems standing on either side of the door said.
"Hello. Anything happen while I was gone?" He asked as he started to walk forward.
"Only the occasional attack from the plant life." The other said as Clank passed by and entered the perch and entered a massive room with tables stretched out everywhere. He passed by a team of mechagnomes as they began working on what appeared to be a iron vyrkul his stomach and head ripped open as the gnomes worked on the wires and cogs hidden underneath.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Cauily Whorde
Location: Utgarde Fortress, Holwing Fjord
Cauily shook her head. "No, but Lord Rivendare made it very clear that I'm not to harm you. I'm emotionally and mentally damage and unstable,
not
stupid." She smiled at Drakkus. "And I think I've said
just
enough to get you a little spooked, a little paranoid. Lord Rivendare has a funnybone for that sort of thing." She giggled again.
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
Location: Underbelly, Dalaran
Morec paused to gulp down his and then shrugged. "I just ordered my ghosts to bring a bottle of drink," he admitted. "And my taste buds don't quite function like they used to. I'd say, it's something along those lines though." He chuckled as the ghost poured another. The others were halfway finished loading all of the equipment, good to see.
"But you fail to take into consideration anarchy and the nation I seek provides more than just oppertunities for murder - there will be plenty of raping, and I planned for that. The mother is raped, gives birth, and based on what happens next I'll do one of two things; one, let the child be raised by her criminal mother, or two, take the child and raise it into another criminal. The nation is more than just a place of death and killing, you see, it is something of a safe haven for all of the world's mentilly unstable. Why else would I have gone to such trouble to break so many out of Stormwind Vault?" He laughed.
"As for being beaten; even among theives there is honor, even amongst murderers there is loyalty. I have a handful of my most trusted underlings to take care of that, and those I feel pose to much of a threat to me I crush underneath my iron heel. And that is an interesting theory you have, please go on." The ghost moved to refill Faust's glass.
Post by
Levarus
Aerkis Winterspine
Vorth'renal, Storm Peaks
Bo the Black Dread along with Daedrin Plaguetomb were standing side-by-side in his quarters. "Where is Garthern? Where is Dustwell?" he said, only to receive no response.
"Dead or Late, most like." Daedrin said. Aerkis nodded.
"They better be dead. For their own good." Aerkis said, thinking of Dustwell turning into yet another heap of dust.
"Eight hundred Frostwyrms are stationed outside of Vorth'renal master." said Daedrin, bowing loyally.
"And five-thousand Vyrkul warriors are at your side." said Bo, clenching his gauntleted fist against his plate chest.
"Good." said Aerkis. "Now I have yet another task for the both of you."
"Wait, if I must be so bold to ask master, but there is a certain frostwyrm which I have grown a certain bond with, I've even took the liberty of naming him Frostclaw. He is bigger, stronger, even fiercer then the others. I would ask you to name him my mount as a reward for my duties." said Daedrin.
Aerkis rubbed his bony chin with his fingers. "I'll think about it. But in the mean time, I require you to spread the Undead blight through the forests of Grizzly Hills. Resources are one of the most highly-sought things in this cold world, and Grizzly Hills is flourishing with it. Turn the strong oak trees into nothing but a desecrated wood. The Bloodmoon Cult and all other Worgen in Grizzly Hills were loyal to Arugal, who was in turn loyal to the Lich King. Convert them to my cause, and plague the entirety of Grizzly Hills. Can you handle that?" said Aerkis. Daedrin nodded eagerly.
"Good. I'm sending with you a force of 3,000 ghouls, giests, banshees, abominations, deathknights, and cultists, all ready to be instructed by your will. If trouble comes do be sure to let the worgen die in the frontlines and return to me. It's a small force I'm sending you with, but the frostwyrms are needed elsewhere." That was when Aerkis turned his gaze to Bo.
"With the Hyldnir of Valkyrion and four-hundred frostwyrms I need you to annihilate every other Vyrkul clan in the Storm Peaks who weren't loyal to the Lich King. All of them. Then collect their organs and return them to the Reanimator. I'm also sending you ebon steeds. With their proto drakes, your frostwyrms and ebon steeds, the whole cluster of their savage armies should be able to fly instead of walk. One month and I want all my potential enemies destroyed. Got that?" Aerkis said impatiently. Bo bowed.
"Good." said Aerkis. "The Vyrkul are always eager for battle, sate their taste for blood. Since your my Military Strategist I shall entrust you to not let the majority of them die. I will need them to convert further Vyrkul tribes in the South." said Aerkis, dismissing his two high-servants. "The other four hundred frostwyrms will guard my little floating necropolis. Err big floating necropolis." he said, watching his Death Knight and Necromancer flee before the cold quarters of his own.
Soon enough...
he thought.
Soon enough...
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Howling Fjord
"Well, don't I feel special. I assume its not for my rugged good looks or winning smile, you seem to have cornered the market on that anyway."
Character
: Faust Kaufman
Location
: Dalaran
"Well," Faust began, nodding at the ghost in thanks, "first let me point out that, in making a nation like that, you may as well paint a target on it saying 'come kill me' to the rest of the world. No one would protest to it, no one could. With no redeeming features, populaces would see no problem in running roughshod over a country where no one could trust one another to even defend each other. Honour among thieves only last so long as they are sure to be punished. And if that is in place, there is an order of sorts. And even if you yourself manage to force your 'citizens' to fight, a ramshackle horde does not an army make, and a real army will break it. Unless you leave no nation or kingdom in the world standing, they will eventually come for your new order and crush it. So, you see, it is not really a question of its benefits, it is a matter that it would never survive in the first place.
"But that is not what you really wanted to know. I imagine you want to know what I meant by you are afraid. It's frightfully simple really. You seek this anarchistic nation because you want to stand on top. You want - nay, need - to be the only one who can, to be peerless, to never have to think that someone might be stronger than you. You declare the glories of anarchy, but still keep those few close at hand to protect you, because you don't want to have to admit that maybe you aren't strong enough to actually be peerless. You surround yourself with those weaker than yourself, because you need the reassurance that you can beat them down with a thought. Perhaps it was the act of dying repeatedly, perhaps it is merely a carryover of that, but in the end it is the same."
"In the end, my good sir, you're afraid. Afraid you are not the strongest, and that one day it will be proven right."
"Of course, that's just my humble opinion. And I do believe this is in fact Sherry by the way," Faust added as he took another sip.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Cauily Whorde
Location: Utgarde Fortress, Holwing Fjord
Cauily kept smiling. "Because under Lord Rivendare's rule I can kill whoever I want! If I had just feed myself into the Eastern Kingdoms or Kalimdor and started killing again I'd be hunted down and imprisoned. And I wasn't always a mage, no; Lord Rivendare helped me with that."
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
Location: Underbelly, Dalaran
"Ah, but there is more to this nation than merely
it's
existance," Morec said, the ghost again refilling Faust's glass. "From this nation I can break the world down, build up certain monsters - in the morality sense not the physical one - for the sole purpose of creating more of their kind in the civilized lands. That is the purpose of this nation, of my nation, to have the entire world embrace its dark side; to have the world turn from the path of civilization.
"That is my philosophy, you see; the persona you currently show is just a mask. You have many masks, each one designed for a specific task: meeting friends, having a family, preforming quests; but underneath all of them is a pale, soft fleshy face that has never seen the light of day. That is the true you, the you that desires
true
freedom, the you that would do anything to survive. That is what the people of my nation are, you see; those who have shed their masks and adopted solely their true face. Those that are not afraid to let their whims, not their fears, drive them.
"As for my fear, maybe you are right, maybe you are wrong," he took a sip. "Or maybe I just see things that you yourself could never understand, and the fear of someone being right above you is driving you to make up a phobia supposidly belonging to someone else."
Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Ava Killian
Location:
Ava's Home - Dalaran
"My what a pretty necklace you are," Ava said dreamily as she closed the door to her simple home. "Let's take a look at what power you hold..."
Ava began using her various materials on her workbench to asses the necklace.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Howling Fjord
"... Okay then. I'm just going to be... over there, then," Drakkus slid away and back into the room, quickly moving towards Sataira.
Character
: Faust Kaufman
Location
: Dalaran
Faust chuckled, a low reverberating sound. "Your ego is truly astonishing. Your attempt to create this 'nation' will not succeed, mainly because it will not be tolerated in its birth. In order for your nation to rise, all others must be blind to its inception and be willing to tolerate its presence. And considering its nature, that is laughable. You are correct in one matter though, that I wear a mask. Perhaps not in the way which you describe it, but a mask all the same. Sadly, what you have failed to realize is that people often become their masks. And if they feel you are threatening their selves, they will band together and crush you. You and your idea is a minority in this world, and you cannot see you have merely concentrated your followers to be culled at once.
"But don't take my word for it. Tell me, how many of your 'citizens' have you amassed insofar? Somehow, I have a feeling that the number of your social deviants gathered will be hardly of sufficient number to raise a city, let alone a nation. Better yet, why have they not struck against each other or even some of them departed for their own purposes, if not for fear of you?" Faust leaned back, and sipped his drink again.
Character
: Amulet
Location
: Dalaran
The chain was made of gold, the setting of the stone was as well. The gem itself was smoky and frighteningly cold to the touch. On the back of the inset was a set of curious markings, geometric and ancient in design culminating in a single protrusion resembling the spokes of a gear. At any prodding, the gem would let out a slight spark of electricity in protest.
Post by
Levarus
Daedrin Plaguetomb
Grizzly Hills
His army set up camp north of Grizzlemaw and south of Ursoc's Den, right at the middlemark. Rumbling catapults with frightening skulls shaking at their front were adorned with large capsules containing a sticky, green residue at their sides. Nearby a whole dozen of geists were feasting on a killed Horde Scout, most likely a deserter from Blue Sky Logging Grounds.
What a sophisticated dinner
...thought Daedrin, laughing aloud as he watched his lowly soldiers voraciously tear and rip into the Orc's raw flesh. "Master." said a cultist. "The catapults are ready. The plague is ready to be spread throughout this decrepit wilderness."
"Very well, give the order. I want every catapult to be heavily guarded, no doubt there will be wolves who must be eliminated by our guards." The cultist nodded and gave the command, the catapults firing swarthing gas-bombs onto the nearby trees.
Ohhhh boy
...thought Daedrin, extending his hands and cracking his knuckles wrapped in shining black leather.
"Lord Plaguetomb." came the scourge emmisary, who reminded him greatly of Dustwell.
I wonder what happened to Dustwell...
Daedring thought. He had grown a liking to the ungainly skeleton, however awkward and clumsy his gestures were.
"Oh yes. My little courier." said Daedrin with a bittersweet smile. "Going to give you two Death Knights as your guards. Convert the Bloodmoon and Worgen communities once loyal to Arugal to our cause. Do this, and I might consider giving you your very own straw-bed at night." The courier's eyes widened with an unholy happiness. "Now get out of my sight you lowly scum." snapped Daedrin, unhappy at the sight of happiness.
"Wait!" Daedrin barked like a dog's owner yapping commands as the alpha-male. "Also go to Voldrune." said Daedrin. "Why not bring home some Vyrkul that are not Frost Vyrkul." he said, smiling to show rotten and wooden teeth, with one golden tooth glittering brilliantly. "And that shall be all for now."
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
"Making friends?" Sataira questioned Drakkus, somehwat mockingly.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Howling Fjord
"I'd say with friends like these who needs enemies, but in this case..." Drakkis answered, sliding up near Sataira.
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
Sataira nodded. "Do we have any information on other undead powers throughout Northerend?"
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Howling Fjord
"Hmm, well, there has apparently been some lord or other attempting to make a name for himself. Apparently trying to make himself into some sort of Lich King. He apparently managed to recruit some Vykrul, which is how I heard of him, and is making a move for the Grizzly Hills, my lady," Drakkus informed Sataira, his blue flames flashing in the hollow of his eye sockets.
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
"The fool thinks he might usurp the King?" Sataira scoffed. "We'll need to deal with him at some point, then."
The death knight nodded, turning. "A discussion for another time though, that will be all Drakkus..." She stated, making her way out of the room.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Howling Fjord
"Of course, my lady." Drakkus bowed slightly as he waited for Sataira to leave.
"Though the king is dead," He murmured under his breath.
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
Sataira made her way up the gigantic staircases, arriving on the balcony she had been using since her revival. She fell foreward suddenly, holding herself up with the railing set on the edge of the perch.
If she could breath, she might have been panting in exhaustion.
Something wasn't right... something was ripping at her mind.
The Lich King's hold was gone, and her's was fading with it... but what waited beneath?
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alaric Dalson, Nibbles, Knights of the Shard
Location
: Icecrown
His steed resting inside the runed sigil and his manservant looking like a human once again, Alaric Dalson walked into a ziggurat - or, more accurately, some three fourths of one. The former Scourge outpost was weathered and empty, apparently raided during the War and left for dead.
Dalson made his way through the rubble, descending down a spiral staircase, and soon it was obvious that the ruins were but a facade for the underground facility - the death knight's current home away from home. He finally approached massive double doors and swung them open.
A dark ranger was sharpening her elegant curved blade, its twin hanging on her hip. A darkfallen, whose face bore too much similarity to that of the ranger to be a coincidence, was standing at a table, apparently performing a chemical experiment of sorts, mostly to do with several sorts of blood that stood in vials in front of him. A dwarf with upper left part of his face concealed by a metal plate and with a cybernetic prosthetic in place of his left eye was polishing a long sniper rifle. A necromancer was lying in a hammock, reading a book. Finally, a frost vrykul with a monstrous ax and a broad-shouldered human with a longsword and a kite shield were sparring.
The six of them paused their activities to look up at Dalson, who silently raised his right hand and pressed his fist against his breastplate.
"How'd it go, boss?" the necromancer - a lanky man in his middle thirties, with a stylish neatly-trimmed bear and deep-set brown eyes - grinned at the death knight.
"Consult Jafar, Francis, we're going to Azjol'Nerub."
"To do what, exactly?"
"To go as deep as we can," Alaric said patiently. "Grab something that indicates how far we were and return."
"Sounds easy enough, Jafar can guide us like through half of the place, and that's me being pessimistic," Francis Valois grinned, shutting his book and stretching before hopping out of the hammock. Dalson nodded to him and proceeded to a small circular room, empty but for a simple altar. It was decorated by tattered remnants of Lordaeron flag, and on it lay a piece of metal no larger than a human palm - a shard of some runic weapon.
The death knight knelt before the altar, closed his eyes and began praying quietly.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Howling Fjord
Drakkus drummed his bony fingers on the map table before him. The flames of his eyes were muted and listless, testament to his thoughts being turned inward.
"Too many players have shown themselves, far too many. I don't like it. This was supposed to be far easier than it looks like its going to be." Drakkus sighed, a coarse sound filling the room as he ground his teeth together.
"First those Tuskarr, then a psychotic death knight, then some Lich King ascendant, I'd tear my hair out if I had any left."
The room was silent, the two ascendant Vykrul standing by the door watching Drakkus ponderously. They were better trained than to jump when the skeleton banged a fist on the table viciously.
"Damn it!" he swore, spinning around in a swirl of cloth as he marched towards the door. He pointed a finger at the first frost Vykrul, the curled horns of his helm and thick purple cloak marking him as an office.
"Gunnar, gather up a small force and prepare to march on the Tuskarr! We'll probe their defenses for now until your reinforcements arrive. I'll inform that draenai that her master is expected to cooperate in the attack!"
"At last. Back to war," The Vykrul said with a gap toothed grin and puff of arctic air. Sweeping about he left the chamber with eager and heavy footfalls, thudding down the hall as he sought out the rookery and a mount to carry him away.
"Come with me," Drakkis ordered the other Vykrul, setting out to find the draenai, shadowed by the giant each step of the way.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Cauily Whorde
Location: Utgarde Fortress, Holwing Fjord
Cauily heard Drakkus' words and was quick to relay them to Lord Rivendare. Her smile hiding whatever the tickery.
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
Location: Underbelly, Dalaran
"All it takes is just one horrible event to have people shed their masks. The right push, the right tug, and they will drop their facades. As for the destruction of my nation; why do you think I came to Northrend? With everone's eyes on the Cataclysm and its damage this place is very much off the radar, the perfect place to plan. And if it is fear of me that keeps them in check so that my world can come to pass, so be it. After all; once the world falls there will be no need for my nation, and I can retire to a life of ease wherever I want." He looked over, the ghosts were just about finished.
Then he heard Cauily's telepathic communication.
"But this constant back and forth bores me, and I have plans which must be attended to." He took another look at Faust. "And how are you feeling? Light-headed? Maybe a little ill? You should have enough of the poison in you by now, especially since it was so concentrated... Confused?" He chuckled and grabbed the bottle from the ghost, pouring it on a rat as it crawled by. "My orders were far more specifc that "get a drink" they were, to the word "bring me a bottle of Spineplant Toxin. If you are not familiar with that species; it's one of the most deadly poisons know to orc and human kind. I was lucky they had some down here." The rat, by now, had already withered and died.
"Enjoy." He turned and walked through the death gate as the last of the weaponry moved through.
Galbain
, he thought, the link he had Cauily construct between him, her, and Galbain apparently still up and running,
keep yourself hidden. The best laid plans are about to come to a riviting broil.
Character: Galbain
Location: Kamagua
Galbain heard his Lord's words and nodded. He sat, sharpening his blades against themselves.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Faust Kaufman
Location
: Dalaran
"Well that was just plain bad form." Faust belched, a small gout of flame preceding the melted remains of his dentures rattling to the floor revealing the vicious jagged teeth they had hidden.
"Augh, that is going to give me some horrid heartburn," he groused, passing a hand over his chest.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Demens Company
Location: Cliffs Above Blood Port
As the vrykul moved into position, they were greeted by the sound of clapping. "Bravo, bravo," a high-pitched, feminine voice said as a dozen of Morec's people stepped out of the bushes, not heavily armed but at least three-fourths of them capable of magic. "I expected as much of a move from the vrykul, which is why the moment I gain command of this little operation we moved up here."
A gnomish warlock with pink hair stepped out of the bushes. "You came to spy on us, we don't like that, so turn around and never come this way again or I'll send your ashes back to your leader after I've used them for cat little." The warlock - Siffly Darkhand - smiled maliciously at the vrykul.
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
Location: Blood Port, Southern Howling Fjord
Morec cracked his neck upon arriving on the other side of the portal. "You!" he pointed at one of the Demens company. "Where is Nightfur?"
"Dead, milord."
"Dead..." Morec frowned. "Who took command."
"Siffly."
The death knight sighed and shook his head. "Of course. Gather a group of men and arm them," he said, motioning to the weapons and armor. "We're going to talk to her."
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