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Crisis Chronicles: The Last Crusade {Open RP}
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Atik
Ferin Hopewell, Alana Greyfang
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Ferin looked down at Cora blankly.
"Oh? Like who?" Alana asked the Bronze. "Anyone cute?"
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Post by
Monday
Character
: Serenade
Location
: -
"There will be violence for sure," Serenade agreed. "I can practically taste the tension around here."
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Monday
Character
: Serenade
Location
: -
"Oh. Great," Serenade said with a sigh. "What I wouldn't give for my team right now."
Post by
Atik
Ferin Hopewell, Alana Greyfang
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"Dang." Alana pouted.
Ferin sighed; patting Cora on the head.
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Post by
morginar
Character: Falionna Shaderunner
Location: -
"Has the darkmoon faire come to town?" The dark ranger commented, referring to the cursing newcomers.
Post by
Persen
Kimberly Fraser
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A William Green,
Kim noted. She stood at some distance from the others, some of who seemingly already knew each other. The undead was called Falionna, apparently.
Roth'Aldielas
, she thought and observed the worgen.
Then there was Vrell, who seemed to be one of the hosts, and Hazel, most likely the other half of the pair. Could be good to remember
their
names.
A dwarf named Serenade. Venhildara and Ashepta. Ferin Hopewell. She recognized the surname from somewhere, but that was of little consequence.
Then there was a whole bunch of people whose names had not been spoken. Oh well.
Why they all had to fight, curse or be obnoxious she had difficulties understanding.
Post by
jebby
William Green
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William raised an eyebrow at he cursing dwarf but did nothing but sigh at the use of such offensive language. Words a proper Gilnean gentleman such as himself would never use.
Post by
Aimsyr
Amora, Vashadya Duskwind, Yalira Stormtongue
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Although the simple introductions appeared to be over, replaced by abrupt and at times uncouth entrances, the overly well-dressed woman did not let it stop her, having entered the hall. "You may call me Amora," she introduced herself, omitting the title, flashing a smile filled with disconcertingly pristine white teeth. She had already caught the names of most of those present in approaching the hall.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Hardcore Jaws, Cyrus the Befouler, Vincent Gaillard
Location
: –––
"That's some big swords. Compensating for A-cups?" Cyrus sneered.
"I think I sense our mentally-challenged associate around here somewhere," Jaws muttered. He cupped his hands in front of his mouth and growled, "Star-Wrath, get over here this instant!"
"Oooh, that guy!"
The felbloood grinned maliciously, "I wonder if he's going to have problems with doors this time. Maybe he'll switch to windows?"
"Sanity is for the weak!"
The proclamation dinned over the sound of yet another portal stretching and tearing the time-space fabric not unlike a worn-out rubber rug. The dimensional rift spewed out a tall, cloaked figure, who promptly landed on all fours with a jovial laughter. The newest arrival shook his head, crowned with a plate helmet bearing two horns, and rose to his feet. Even as he brushed the sand off his garb, the great woolen cloak flapped and unfurled to reveal runic armor beneath.
"Serenade, if this is a carnival, then you win the mask contest!"
Vincent Gaillard, the incumbent best swordsman in Azeroth, walked up to the dwarf and clapped the latter lightly on the shoulder. He then looked around and added, "Though that is partly because I don't really many people here in a mask. Maybe that scarved elf counts? Nice suit, by the way!"
Post by
Atik
Ferin Hopewell, Alana Greyfang
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Alana growled, glaring at the Elf. "Just what are you trying to say?" She shouted.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Hardcore Jaws, Cyrus the Befouler, Vincent Gaillard
Location
: –––
The Befouler let loose a snicker that was in equal parts melodic and obnoxious, "Why, I'm insulting your boobs! I mean, anyone can see they're kind of 'meh', and given that your average boobs are bouncy orbs of unspeakable beauty...
But hey, maybe you just have an awful taste in clothing."
Post by
Atik
Ferin Hopewell, Alana Greyfang
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"And maybe you have a bad taste in personalities!" Alana pouted. "You want to go $%^&*!@? Because these swords aren't just for show!"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Hardcore Jaws, Cyrus the Befouler, Vincent Gaillard
Location
: –––
"O-o-oh, I get it! You have no boyfriend, that's what the creaking sounds meant. I thought that was some loud rusty hinge, but here we are. This also perfectly explains your obsession with giant, phallic objects like those swords, you know? Yeah, odds are, when you skewer someone with them, you wish someone were skewering you."
Cyrus tipped his fedora at the girl, "Now am I right, or am I right?"
Post by
Atik
Ferin Hopewell, Alana Greyfang
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Alana growled again, reaching down and placing her hands into the gauntlets; raising the swords in front of her.
Ferin facepalmed. "This could turn bad..." He observed.
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