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Mysterious Mists of Change {Open RP}
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Ironforge
tula stumbled but regained her balance. She shook her head to clear it. "I'm dead, but George is looking pretty green."
Said young man was currently leaning his head against the wall, his ridiculously elaborate and absurd looking hat resting against the cold stone.
Character:
Captain Sterling
Location:
Stranglethorn
There were stupid people, and then there were people who wore posies in their hair. The man was the latter, and though the two might not initially seem to be opposing sides the effeminate warlock promptly proved that wrong by spinning around and fleeing back it up the stair.
Troy was still eying the ship in wonder when a hand roughly grabbed him by the collar. "Come with me!" Captain Sterling ordered, dragging the confused youth towards the aft of the ship. Any attempt by Troy to speak earned a sharp twist to his collar, and he eventually gave up.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei
Location
: Ironforge
"Your dad would," Jastiel snorted, noticeably relieved. "Thanks, shortie," he added with a light grin directed at the youth who probably was not even shorter than him and definitely broader in shoulders.
Character
: Ohrmuzd
Location
: Wild Shore
The move had worked on one fire-slinging enemy, there was no reason not to try it against another. The charred corpse was sent flying after the effeminate buccaneer.
Character
: Vargariel "the Bear" Chandaris
Location
: Desolace
Vargariel eyed the other armored figure.
"Do you mind?" he asked neutrally.
Character
: Isaac Ashwood
Location
: Zul'Gurub
"See, that's why you're the leader," Isaac grinned. "I point out the obvious things and you explain them."
Post by
Persen
Yaroen Ivyblight
Desolace
Ivyblight sized the other warrior up thoroughly, now that he was close, and after a few seconds he apparently decided he did not mind. The death knight took a step to the side, letting the other pass.
Post by
morginar
Character
: Lyshalis Mirkdancer
Location
: Desolace
Lyshalis raised a eyebrow to the death knight and walked into the inn.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Captain Sterling
Location:
Stranglethorn
The rest of the crew stood around the stairs leading to the lower deck. Much to their surprise, their captain came tumbling out, propelled along with the charred corpse of a former crewmate. Something worth speculating to be sure.
Post by
Atik
Xander Greyfang
On a boat
Xander watched the dark sky as clouds overtook stars, leaving an empty blackness above. He blinked as a fog began to overtake them, the boat steadily rocking back and forth. Glancing outwards over the edge, he saw no signs of their path through the waves.
Lightning arced over the sky, glowing blue with magics. This was far from a natural storm. And the magics the made it were far stronger than the druid's own. Which meant this was about to get very bad...
Locronos
Icecrown
"The Dragons of today were forged from the scales." Locronos stated. "Through each and every one of them flows out legacy. It is said they can grant insight into our power, even to the lowest of mortals." He explained.
"So, at the very least, it's sentimentally valuable..."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ohrmuzd
Location
: Wild Shore
Ohrmuzd was soon to follow, emerging from the lower deck with a resonant roar. Some of the burns covering his arms had already lost a degree here and there. Leaving the offending party no chance for another of his devastating fireballs, he brought the sword down to cleave both bodies in two.
Character
: Vargariel "the Bear" Chandaris
Location
: Desolace
"Thank you," Vargariel nodded, just a tad friendlier, and entered the inn. He looked around - maybe Saelyn was sitting at one of the tables, saving him the need to seek her further.
Post by
morginar
Character
: Lyshalis Mirkdancer
Location
: Desolace
"So what can you tell me of the blind druid friend of yours?" She asked, glancing around the room for a blind night elven lady.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Captain Sterling
Location:
Stranglethorn
"Damn," Sterling cursed, spotting the albino suddenly loom from the depths of the second ship like a demon from the depths, and the crew of said vessel promptly falling on him en masse. "Damn damn damn damn!"
He reached the rear railing of the vessel swiftly. Before his nephew could utter a single protest, he promptly hurled the boy over the side and into the longboat resting there. Troy hit the deck heavily and lay sprawled there a moment. But as the sudden vertigo of the smaller vessel's descent hit him he lurched back to his feet.
"Uncle! Wh-"
"Quiet Troy!" Sterling commanded as he lowered the boat. "Your parents sent you here so I could turn you into a man! And I'll be damned if you don't live long enough to at least get yer sea legs!" The boat hit the water with a splash that sent Troy to his knees. Sterling took the opportunity to cast a look back at he vessel under siege.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ohrmuzd
Location
: Wild Shore
The albino lunged and sliced and chopped and pierced. His movements were not those of a master swordsman, but of a butcher. He never was still, and attacks what could potentially sow a grievous wound left only shallow gashes that did nothing but fuel his rage more. Limbs flew, blood fountained and the melody was reaching a crescendo that held his body in its burning embrace. With every life taken, more power flowed into him, and each time a body collapsed onto the deck, the wood crimson and glistening wetly in the sun, a cut would seal or a burn would recede - an impossible, surreal scene of a warrior getting progressively less hurt the more he fought.
Ohrmuzd relished every single moment of the carnage, and yet there was a method underlying his seemingly purposeless bloodbath. Slowly yet surely the giant was making his way to the steering wheel.
Character
: Vargariel "the Bear" Chandaris
Location
: Desolace
"Her talent is wondrous, it has been showing ever since our training together as novices in the shadow of Aldrassil," Vargariel replied. "And she is a kind, caring person with a strong moral compass."
Post by
morginar
Character
: Lyshalis Mirkdancer
Location
: Desolace
"I see... Sounds like a nice person." Lyshalis replied.
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Faust Kaufman
Location:
Stranglethorn
At the very top of the tallest mast, sitting on the lip of the crows nest with his cane stretched across his lap, Faust watched the carnage with a broad open smile. He spoke to seemingly no one in a mild, conversational tone as the albino wreaked havoc upon the deck below, his voice too low to be heard by the berserker.
"But of course, the Harmonic Armaments cannot directly influence the ones who forge them," Faust said to the wind. "The threat of being overwhelmed by the stories is only for those who pick up the completed product. No..." He smiled a littler broader as Ohrmuzd beheaded a fearful corsair. "The real threat is the same as anyone who holds power, only perhaps a bit more seductive." He stretched out a hand to the horizon, and suddenly closed it into a fist. "Its about power. Pure power, the ability to destroy on a whim. To command others through their fear, their respect. To enforce the will of the individual, regardless of how perverse it may truly be. To be held accountable to no one. That...is true power. And absolute power, corrupts absolutely."
Faust swung his legs playfully and looked back down the deck stained red. "People can say that there is no such thing as evil. Merely choices and consequences. Perspectives and people. But those who stand above such labels know different." Faust grinned darkly. "We only stand above them, because we recognize these labels, and know of their universal applications.
"My dear berserker," Faust said, holding out a hand which suddenly held a glass of wine as red as blood. "Here's to good. Here's to evil. And here's to the power to choose neither." Faust threw back the glass and drank deeply.
As he did so, there was a sudden break off of the crew from attacking the berserker. Pirates rushed to the railings in an attempt to escape the bloody ship, their fellow's blood streaking the deck and red sails which had given their crew its name.
Post by
Atik
Xander Greyfang
On a boat
"Hold on to something kid..." Xander muttered. "Looks like we're in for a bumpy ride..."
Rain began to patter down; splashing off the surface of the ocean, as well as the boat itself and its occupants. Not soft calming rain though, harsh and sharp rain that was akin to tiny pellet being poured on them.
Sure enough, the ocean began moving. Waves were impossible to see coming; anything more than a few yards from the boat becoming pure blackness within the fog. The roar of thunder followed the only relief from the darkness.
But relief came at a price. In the distance the lighting revealed shadows. Massive blotches of darkness that the electricity seemed to rise from; spider-webbing along the sky.
Locronos
Icecrown
"It would need to be someone who knew they were there." Locronos nodded. "And more notably, know the scale was there."
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Gahz'ruun, Sagohkrn
Location:
The Barrens
Gahz'ruun fell on top of him, sending hums of electricity into the draenei's body. With a push of power, the Priest forced the Hydra off of him and then checked to see if anyone was nearby...no one was. Sagohkrn smiled; dark cords of power flowed into the gigantic hydra. Gahz'ruun's heads screeched and she collapsed into the water as a ruined, boneless husk.
A shadow fell over Menethil Harbor, causing the supposed Priest to look up, "What?"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ohrmuzd
Location
: Wild Shore
Ohrmuzd paid no heed to the pirates turning tail and attempting to flee his wroth; it was up to debate whether he even noticed the defenders' numbers decrease faster than his pace would suggest. It seemed contradictory, when his original goal had been, supposedly, to reap as many lives as possible. However, the simple truth was that in his rage, he only kept his immediate objective in mind - and right now, the said objective was reaching the steering wheel.
Soon, the albino ascended the stairs to the bridge. Another pirate, either exceptionally brave or equally stupid - for by now only those two kinds could still assault the berserker - lunged at him from behind. One casual slash from the Corpse Eater severed the fingers of his right hand, causing his cutlass to fall on the deck, richly showered in blood, and another did away with his head above the eyes.
Ohrmuzd spun the steering wheel clockwise, then chopped off the dead sailor's leg and shoved the severed limb into the mechanism to jam it.
Character
: Vargariel "the Bear" Chandaris
Location
: Desolace
Vargariel smiled when he saw Saelyn at last. Somewhat counterintuitively, when he scanned the faces of the inn's patrons, he did not actually look for a blindfold; the Bear had known the woman for so long he sometimes forgot about it entirely. It was the green tresses and the delicate features of her face that he recognized, and as he did so, he sauntered over to her table.
"Saelyn!" Vargariel boomed, confident that she would know him for who he was as well, "It's good to meet you again. It's been too long."
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Roltusk the Twilight Sword
Location:
Menethil Harbor
The Twilight Lord stopped in shock as three things happened simultaneously; first, Gahz'ruun, the terror that should have brought new glory to the Twilight's Hammer, was killed somewhere in harbor. Secondly, Twilight Lord Yulop and his command all died out in the Wetlands. And third, General Fzz'axx had abandoned him and had gone on elsewhere.
Roltusk rose to his feet, his score of cultists scrambling up behind him. "If ya want sometin' done right..." the troll drew a purple sword the glowed ominously. This was for what he was named; the Twilight Sword;forged from the remnants of the Hammer of Twilight.
Post by
morginar
Character
: Lyshalis Mirkdancer
Location
: Desolace
"So you're Saelyn, the blind druid. Plesure to make your acquaintance." Lyshalis said smiling.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Faust Kaufman, Captain Sterling
Location:
Stranglethorn
"Fel!" There was a blue flash, and the mooring ropes snaked into the water. Troy grabbed one and stared at the severed end as though not quite comprehending its meaning. Looking back up, he saw the naked blade of a cutlass, glowing with a low blue light, flash in a wide sweep.
"Wah!" The boat jolted forward, sending Troy to the deck. A wave crested beneath his boat, shooting him away from the ship and towards the open sea. On hands and knees Troy struggled to the rear of his row boat, only to watch as the ship grew smaller and smaller in the distance. "Cap'n!" he screamed desperately. "Cap'n! Uncleeeee!"
Sterling turned away from the ships aft, and the rapidly shrinking speck that was his nephew. At his side hung a long cutlass, the edge of the naked blade forged of a blue metal the seemed to sweep up from handle to tip in a rolling motion like a wave. The bloodsail captain faced the ship under siege, only to find the battle won, but what the victor was doing now momentarily perplexed him.
Realization fell with the chill of horror.
"Weigh anchor!" He roared, running down the deck, his blade waving frantically at scrambling crew. "Set the sails! Get us on the move! Move! Move! Move you dogs!" As his sword swept and danced in the light, the water abut the ship seemed to jump and roll in sympathy.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ohrmuzd
Location
: Wild Shore
The ship did not start moving immediately after Ohrmuzd fixed the steering wheel. And it had no reason to - the sails were lowered and of the two anchors the frigate had, one was holding the vessel in place, as the berserker found out when he ran across the deck and reached the bow.
More accurately, he severed one of the thick anchor chains, having no knowledge of weighing anchors - at his current state, he probably would not even be able to remember the nautical term. At least the Corpse Eater went through the metal of the chain without much effort. The albino spun around, the weapon already raised high to sever the second anchor, and barely restrained himself upon seeing it pulled up.
A lopsided grin appeared on the giant's face as he turned his head to gaze upon the three masts.
The little boy going by the name of Ahu had been known to be a keen reader. He would have recalled the hours spent upon tales of dashing, noble buccaneers. He would have recognized the ropes and cords, knowing them as the complex system of 'rigging'. He would tell the mizzenmast from the foremast and know that the one in the middle, dwarfing its neighbors, was known simply as the mainmast.
All Ohrmuzd saw was a vantage point. He tore the remaining anchor through the deck, leaving behind a gaping wound in the gunwale, and began to climb the mainmast. Thrice he passed the horizontal spars, and thrice he cut the ropes binding the sails, letting the huge crimson-and-black sheets unfurl. Even before he reached the top, the frigate was already being drawn inexorably towards its neighbor.
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