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Post by Firstt on Mar 26, 2008 9:34:48 GMT -5
Firstt only shrugged as she said no Fel Crystals, he didn't mind. He'd seen the corruption it can do, he's felt it. But never given into it... quite. Firstt smiled as they stepped onto the Elevator, just as an Infernal crashed into the Boy's Booth.
"Pity that."
"I figure us Scryers have an advantage, with these bloody giant Arcane Guardians. Bloody things are as big as a Doom Guard!" He chuckles a bit, obviously joking in the face of Death.
"Personally, I hope an Infernal falls on my bloody arse, I've dealt with enough in the past years during my Undeath. I'm most likely the only Forsaken alive, besides the Dark Lady, who can remember their past. Its painful.. Arthas ripped through us butter..."
He shrugged, without knowing it, he revealed his previous race.
"Off that subject, and off this elevator." Then the Elevator came to the top, and they got off. Firstt beginning several summoning spells. His Twin Fel Guards, his Felhound many, many Imps and a Doom Guard.
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Post by kaioon on Apr 17, 2008 20:58:30 GMT -5
The room; her dwelling in Shattrath City’s Aldor Rise was bare. A spartan stone hut with a single room with few amenities save a straw meditation mat and a weather-worn old desk that stood stoic and neglected in the far corner. A drape of azure crystal beads served as a simple door. They undulated gently in the evening breeze.
The placid silence of the room was broken only by the distant sounds of commotion drifting up from the chaotic city below. The Aldor made ready their defense against The Betrayer. Commotion and chaos gripped the City of The Light.
This commotion did not show itself on the face of the silent draenei. Kaioon knelt quietly on the straw mat in the center of the barren room, her back to the door. A small crystal fetish in the vague shape of an ankh stood before her; mystic runes etched into the statuette’s face pulsed rhythmically with the holy power of The Light.
The sound of clattering beads heralded Zoya’s entry into the room. He wore predatory grin on his face and bore Kaioon’s massive orcish war axe across his shoulder.
“Preparations are complete.” He announced melodically, his ringing voice breaking the monotony of the rooms silence. “Did you see to that elf?” Kaioon responded in draeneiac eredun. She maintained her meditative stance; motionless, her eyes closed.
“It walked off with some other vile creature. It will live, I’d imagine.” He waved his hand dismissively at the thought of the elf. With great care he removed the axe from his shoulders and leaned it against the wall.
Kaioon remained silent a moment longer, finally bowing her head to the floor before the crystal idol. Her meditation complete, she rolled up the straw mat and placed both it and the statuette on the desk. She turned to Zoya, placing her hand on her hip. The warrior gazed at the male draenei, who stood before her with a perpetual grin on his face.
“No more games, Zoya.” She brushed past him, pressing through the beaded doorway into the twilight of Shattrath City.
“Games?” His grin broadened as he shook his head slowly, following her out the door.
The image of the draenei male shimmered slowly before being dissolving completely in a cloud of magic and dust. When the air cleared the enthral form of an enormous viridian nether-drake stood where the draenei had once been. Its brilliant green hide gleamed as it spread its immense translucent wings. Torrents of untamed arcane energy coursed over the creatures body and swirled in cloudy pools that boiled at its massive, talon-tipped feet.
The beast seemed to revel in the freedom, might and splendor of its natural form. Kaioon looked on with one hand planted firmly on her hip.
“Feel better?” She inquired. Petting the shark-finned head of the great beast.
The creatures gaping, toothy maw smiled an emotionless reptilian grin as it tilted it’s head to the side. “We’ve a war to win! Let’s fly!” The drake exclaimed, lowering itself to the stone floor, allowing access for its rider.
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Post by Vanaria on Apr 20, 2008 20:23:12 GMT -5
Faelina looked in awe of Firstt's demons, both the might and the fel magic that they gave off. She snapped out of her awe and back into the real world as another infernal smashed into the city below. "An impressive spell Warlock, but I don't believe we'll need you minions. Voren'thal will most likely send us to the heart of Illidan's operations and let the Sha'tar defend the city."
Her thoughts were reinforced as several netherdrake mounted soldiers began to to line the edge of the tier, readying for take off. "We had best go with them. I shudder to think what will happen to this city over the next few hours."
A cold wet feeling shout through Faelina's hand. She looked down to see her lynx. Her eyes went wide, he even carried her old bow in hand. "How did you- where did you- what-..." The lynx gave her a look with it's intelligent eyes. Some bonds outlast life master. He seemed to say.
Grabbing her bow cautiously, the huntress plucked it from the lynx's mouth, her other hand reaching for a strip of meat. She was about to ask if she was delusional when another infernal toppled into the tier. She jumped out of the way, her lynx following. The elf reflexively jumped back up.
"If you can hold off the first wave of demons while I secure a drake, then we can join the scryers in assaulting the Black temple." She shouted, readying her bow for the emerging infernal, knowing her arrows would probably do little more than incinerate against the burning husk of the demon. She let an arrow fly as she retreated to the last full stable of the tier.
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Post by Firstt on Apr 30, 2008 20:21:59 GMT -5
Firstt chuckled lightly at the elf, bringing his large wave of Fel Magic to wash over himself. He changed, horns sprouting out of his head. He regrew eye sockets, and eyes which were a deep grey. Wings slightly sprouted out of his back, as his orange and red robes began to shine slightly. A "Demon Form" which was actually his War-Gear, made him look very scary, if he wasn't enough already.
"I'll be fine deary, I'll meet you at Black Temple. Go."
He turned around, nodding to his demons.
"Alright, Minions, lets play a little game."
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Post by Vanaria on May 7, 2008 22:29:47 GMT -5
((bump))
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