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Post by
oneforthemoney
It was doomed to happen, when one thought of it. The Horde forces of Hellscream’s Reach attacked the isle of Tol Barad to take it for their own. The guards, sworn to defend the isle, fought back, refusing to submit their land to the Horde’s mercies a second time.
The battles were long and bloody. Heroes of both sides came to the island to fight for it. Fortresses and towns changed hands time and again, paid for with soldiers of both sides, yet the demand for more men only increased. But as war was waged above ground, something was happening below. Baradin’s Wardens, their watch thinned to the bones to compensate for the increasing demand of men, were caught flat footed when every cell in the prison was opened, and the prisoners once held within swarmed out. The convicts chose no side to vent their zeal upon. An orc was as good as a man, and the frayed ranks of Baradin’s wardens and Hellscream’s Reach had no choice but to abandon their hard fought ground and flee, leaving the prison to those it once held.
News spread quickly. Soon all Azeroth was aware of what had taken place. But a worse time could not have been chosen, for the ships bearing the refugees of the prison isle arrived two days after warships had left carrying every available spare soldier and weapon to the new continent and old war to the south. Pandaria.
In the lull, the convicts took control of the island, many breaking under different banners of race, clan, or ideology and securing their own places. Neither Horde nor Alliance could spare the troops to restore order to the isle, and though they scrambled to try and marshal extra man, word had already reached them that many of the prisoners, spurring the isle that had held them, had reached the continents by boat and by sky. Warrants were issued at once for any prisoner brought in, notice boards sagging under the weight of so much paper and ink chronicling crime and criminals. Bounty hunters became active; those who upheld justice armed themselves, and likewise did those who had a different interest in many of these convicts. The race was on: to escape, to chase, in a game where hunter can so quickly become prey, and to survive means to be of faster wit feet than everyone else.
So what is this you might ask? Essentially, this is a new RP. The basic outline is that Tol Barad has seen an immense jailbreak. Baradin’s Wardens and Hellscreams Reach have both fled leaving the convicts in charge of the island. Meanwhile, many of those who escaped left the island entirely and have made their way to both Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor in a bid for freedom. It’s been about a week since the news arrived, and about ten days in total since the convicts took Tol Barad.
You can play anyone. Convict, bounty hunter, or something else and can either chase or be chased, or do something completely different. It’s based on Pandaria, so Garrosh is still in charge, and the war is on full tilt. It may also be helpful that you either discuss with someone who will be chasing your character, or give them something in your post they can use to find your convict, or some way for them to go after yours specifically.
As for who are the convicts, they can be whatever you like. They might be monstrous, the wrongfully accused, even demons, it doesn’t really matter. Be on Tol Barad or off, it’s your choice.
Standard RP rules apply. Any questions through Steam of the Open Q&A. No god moding, communication is always good, and be polite.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Victor Cravet
Location:
Teldrassil, Darnassus
The trees of Darnassus, high above, glowed with motes of fairy light, catching on the tips of branches like falling stars before descending to the earth where they would vanish. The impressive marble architecture of the night elves, woven amongst the woods breathtakingly, formed the ceiling beneath which the portal opened, and through stepped a man.
He had what could only be termed poise. He was an older man, a short bearded hanging from his chin and wrinkles about his eyes, but he carried these years well, with the gravity of a man satisfied in how he has spent them. He was curiously dressed, as those mages both human and highborn were quick to observe in hushed voices. He wore two robes, one on the inside highlighted by red streaks ripping down and a second over this, open at the front and which fluttered about him like a pair of immense wings. It collar was turned up to frame his visage, and a long scarf striped black and white was wrapped loosely around his throat with both ends hanging low, its tassels like fingers bouncing against his chest whenever he moved. Even his sleeves were odd, ridged and saw toothed and reaching to the tips of his fingers. With all this, it seemd his hat was the most usual thing about him. Pointed though somewhat sagging, it was the atypical pointed hat of a wizard, save a stitched gap halfway up the cone. In one hand he held a staff, a brass item topped with a ball and two flaring wings.
This man took a step clear of the portal and raised a hand bejewelled with rings. In it rested a curious device. Octagonal, it had a small sapphire coloured carved dragon in place as a sundial might, yet this dragon dragon drifted slowly around on a disk inset in the device, it’s nose pointing southerly and easterly, always moving between these points.
“Hm?” the wizard remarked, turning this way and that, arm held forth and device always returning to the south-easterly point as before like it seemed unsure if it were magnetized or not. “Seem you were right. He is indeed on Kalimdor. Or, at least, that necklace of his is.”
Character:
Maximilian Totentaz
Location:
Thousand Needles, The Steambarge
The Steambarge sat alone in the middle of the lake, like an island of rusting steel and warped wood, its lights out and boilers silent, its sprawled over the waters, bloated, unable to move. A dead thing, for as long as a ship has sails it can live, but a steamship when its boilers are silent is no more alive than its components. It did not breathe, it did not move, it was merely there.
Night had fallen some hours past. The stars above glimmered like jewels, the waters below the ship smooth as black glass. A goblin stood on deck, leaning on the railing and staring out across the waters. A cigarette between his fingers would glow when he raised it to his lips, then fade as he exhaled a plume of blue smoke into the air.
A craft sailed towards the hulk. It glided like a ghost across the glassy waters, a single tattered sail erected on a pair of crossed oars, white paint slowly peeling away from weather worn stern. A frail figure manned the till, and when the ship drew up alongside the barge, a voice hailed the goblin.
“Hey! Where is this?”
The goblin had watched this approach, and with the vessel thus near, tapped his cigarette on the rail and peered over the side at who was within.
The boy in the boat was a ragged creature. No longer a young man, he couldn't have been over twenty four, though his grim and somewhat haggard look made discerning his exact age a difficulty. He wore a pair of dark violet robes that looked like rags in the poor light, which reached mid-thigh with the hood thrown back, and black legging peeking out from underneath. A cloth draped his shoulders, its saw toothed edge like a castle’s battlements running a circuit just over his chest. He had the telltale look of a man who had suffered at sea, with high cheekbones prominent from thirst and lack of food, and black hair, parted in the middle to sweep back along his head frazzled and limp. Dark rings around his green eyes stood out starkly in the moonlight, his face seeming paler then, but the set of his jaw, denoting a burden he was resolved to carry and which had aged him far too early. An amulet hung from his neck, the avaricious green skin noted. A metal dragon holding a blue gem in its maw, a trinket, but the boy had the look of a wizard so who knew?
A haunted man, the goblin thought to himself at once. “Steambarge,” the green skin informed the boy bluntly.
A curse echoed back up to him. “That in Kalimdor?”
“Is. Thousand needles.” The goblin drew on his cigarette again. “You need a hand up?”
Post by
470415
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Victor Cravet
Location:
Teldrassil, Darnassus
The older mage nodded sagely. He closed the compass and stowed it away, letting his eyes drift over the interior of the temple of the moon. "Ah well, too bad I cannot open a portal anywhere closer to help triangulate after Theramore. Come along Tristan," he said, long strides seemingly calculated to gain the maximum amount of billow from his clothes. "We'd best find some way to the mainland. And light supper may be in order as well."
Character:
Maximilian Totentaz
Location:
Thousand Needles, The Steambarge
"Appreciate it if you would!" the boy called back up. The goblin nodded and vanished. Next to appear over the side was a long rope ladder, uncoiling itself with a rattle and thud when it hit the bottom, a thick mooring rope.
Max rose. He quickly secured his longboat with the rope. This done, he picked up the narrow blade he buckled it to his belt and grabbed the lowest rung, scaling the rattling ladder towards the top. He climbed over the edge, his boots the goblin noted a size too big and hobnailed. Soldier's boots, but this boy was no soldier. Max straightened, cracking his back. "Anywhere I can get a drink?" he asked.
The goblin was quick to direct Max's attention to a porthole leading to the lower deck from which spilled the banging of a honky tonk piano and a deep orange light. Above this was plastered a wooden sign riveted to the steel proclaiming 'The Speedbarge Bar' lay below.
Max nodded his head at the goblin. "Thanks," and made for the light.
Post by
470415
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Maximilian Totentaz
Location:
Thousand Needles, The Steambarge
"Yeah, well, better seedy underworld than the regular one," he replied, tapping the sword meaningfully.
The bar was expansive and typical of goblin aesthetics, namely there was little. Wood and steel had been used interchangeably in the constrution, and bulbs were flung around the walls like Christmas lights. Tables and chairs of a seemingly random make were scattered around the room. In the corner the piano belted out cheerily, a forsaken in a white rolled wig like a judge's and red tailcoat exploding with ruffs banged merrily at the keys. Max ignored these and drifted up to the bar and onto a stool.
Character:
Victor Cravet
Location:
Teldrassil, Darnassus
A long stone bridge afforded the pair a panoramic view of the city and the lake on which sat the temple of the moon. Motes of light danced in the air, wisps flitting about and filling the air with a sound like music. Victor tapped his fingers together as he walked down the bridge. "I believe the Temple Gardens should be an excellent place to find a meal," he noted.
Post by
470415
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Richard Grindgear
Location: Darkshire
In the deary town of Darkshire a man sat on the edge of the fountain that sat in the middle of town. He was wearing a long tan leather coat with the hood pulled up and jeans and black boots. He had a belt lined with small pouches and a pair of goggles on the lenses changing colors every few seconds. But all that was normal compared to the metal cylinder that was hanging on his back by his waist. It was capped on either end with copper as the central was made of a light blue metal the whole thing emanating a faint purple light.
As he sat there he looked down as a small copper plated spider only a foot long started to climb up his leg. "I know but what if she hates me? What if he hates me?" He asked the spider and it clicked. "I'd hate me. I was gone for so long." He added. "I mean she must have had a good reason. You don't keep that kind of stuff hidden if you didn't." He said before turning his attention back to the inn. "I don't know." He sighed.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Maximilian Totentaz
Location:
Thousand Needles, The Steambarge
"I wish you could too. Really, I do," Max replied sourly.
"Talkin' ta me hon?"
Max looked up and into the face of a somewhat heavy set goblin woman. Dressed in a leather apron and sleeveless shirt, she looked at the youth with that perpetually strained jocularity common to most who laboured in the service industry. She leaned a short elbow on the bar, several earrings jingling in her sharp tipped ears, her green cheeks slightly rouged as if in lip service to an attempt at beauty. Her belt, when she moved, jingled with a few maintenance tools one would expect on an engineer.
"Er, yeah. Maybe. I need to buy something for a long trip."
"Flattered champ but you couldn't afford it."
Max scowled and flushed a little. Around them sprang the merry tune of the piano. "Oh ha ha. No, I meant supplies."
The goblin leaned back, settling her hands on the bar, her fingers slightly blackened from constant use of machine oil. "I know a few spots," she said. "If you got the cash."
Character:
Victor Cravet
Location:
Teldrassil, Darnassus
"An inn then. Why, I do believe there is one near the bottom of the tree," Victor replied, waving his hand airily. The bridge ended, and they found themselves on a cobblestone path winding around an immense tree forming the centerpiece of the island. Victor kept walking, rounding this and aiming towards a great root network which seemed to cage a singular violet glow.
Character:
Sherry
Location:
Darkshire
She had made her way with a hesitant step down the road. Her hands were constantly wringing one another uncertainly, her red curls bouncing about her face as she worried her lower lip. She had worn her best dress, but now that she was here she suddenly came aware of the cheap linen it was made of and the places it had nearly been worn through. She was afraid he would be disgusted by her full figure, and wondered at the sorts of women he had met in his journeys, and when she had seen him on the fountain, the fears overwhelmed her like a wave. Hiding behind a corner of the building, she peeped out to the man sitting on the fountain, then drew back, afright. She stayed in one spot, for the temptation to flee and the need to approach were equal in strength.
Quite suddenly, she gave a shake, and them timidly stepped out from behind the building. She walked towards him slowly, trying to pat her hair back into shape it had never had and never would.
She stopped before him, her hands clasped before her. "R-Richard?" she said, timid, eyes on the verge of tears.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Richard Grindgear
Location: Darkshire
"She---Sherry!" Richard said the words fumbling in his mouth as he quickly stood up with enough force to send his spider tumbling across the ground. "It's nice.... How are....." He started to say but each sentence died in his mouth his spider lifted up his claw and smashed it into his boot. "Ow I mean Hi Sherry." He blurted out.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Sherry
Location:
Darkshire
She jumped back with how quickly he rose, but when she saw the spider attack his foot she suddenly burst out laughing. "Oh. Oh Richard!" she sobbed, covering her smiling face with her hands, tears streaming down her eyes. "I'm sorry. Richard I...Oh Light I'm a mess."
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Richard Grindgear
Location: Darkshire
Richard started to smile as he pushed back his hood and lifted up his goggles. "You're not a mess." He said stepping forward. "You're just as beautiful when I first met you." He added.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Sherry
Location:
Darkshire
Sherry laughed. She plopped down onto the lip of the fountain, still holding her hands to her face. She slowly quieted, shaking her head in denial of his claim.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Richard Grindgear
Location: Darkshire
Richard sat down next to her. "It's good to see you again." He said twiddling his hands.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Sherry
Location:
Darkshire
Her shoulders gradually stopped shaking. She had cried out her sadness with her joy, and now felt ready to face him. She removed her hands, wiped her eyes with a handkerchief grey from rewashing, and looked at him with a faint smile. "You've grown up," she said, and reddened at the way it had sounded. She looked down at the spider. "You're still making these?" she said, reaching out a finger tentatively towards it, like the machine was a strange dog.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Richard Grindgear
Location: Darkshire
"You too." He said before looking down at the spider. "Yeah he's my little helper for the other ones I have." He smiled. "Plus some other things I'm working on but I'm not here for that." He said looking back up at her.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Sherry
Location:
Darkshire
Sherry sighed and drew back her hand, folding them on her lap. "I know," she said softly, beginning to fiddle with her apron strings. "...He's a good boy," she began softly, patiently, and with a hint of pride. "He's very smart. His teachers have nothing but good things to say. We bought a farm. Had to sell the inn when...well, he always finds things to do there. Likes to fiddle and tinker. I never know what he's going to get up to. And he's such a good boy too. He's..."
She paused, and settled her hands on her lap. "...I don't know how many times I almost wrote you about him. I learned how to for that exact reason, but every time..." Her face creased with a deep seated fear and the agony of the decision. "I was afraid, Richard. I was. I thought...if you knew, you wouldn't want him. Or you'd stop writing to me and then...Then it seemed too late to tell you.
"And I know it's selfish. And I know it was wrong. But I...I was afraid," her voice fell to a whisper. "Was afraid you might take him away from me."
Post by
470415
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Richard Grindgear
Location: Darkshire
Richard listened to her and was silent for a minute as he thought. "You can be so foolish sometimes." He said and before his mind could react he leaned over and hugged her. "A. I'd could never reject my own child. B. I never wanted to stop writing to you but the wars kept taking me further and further away and by the time I could write everything fell apart." He said. "And finally I'd never take him away from you cause I never wanted to leave you in the first place." He said as he slowly let go of her.
Post by
Atik
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The Steambarge
There was a slight echo of metal, the vents shaking slightly. Two yellow eyes glistened through a grated cover, spying the man seated at the bar.
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