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Post by Vanaria on Mar 26, 2008 23:02:34 GMT -5
The young witch walked back inside the town center, her demon at her back as he cut down incoming undead. Amel shot a pitying glance at the injured Shaman. Reaching into a pouch she kept under her blouse, the girl produced a small green gemstone. Malevolence emanated from it, but it offered to mend wounds and stop his bleeding. She held her cold hand out to him. "Here, use this. don't worry, unfortunately you won't become an ereder by consuming it."
Her glance shot back to her demon. If the blue man was telling the truth then they had scarce time to prepare. "Thooghun, wait for the others to get in here, then seal that door shut. If they refuse to come then leave em, we have to worry about ourselves. I won't be left for dead because of a paladin."
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Post by Patsee on Mar 27, 2008 8:29:14 GMT -5
The Shaman took Amel's gemstone and began using it for his wounds.
"It only gets worse." The Shaman sighed. "From what I saw the more comming, I also saw them being led.....by a Death Knight."
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Post by elizana on Mar 27, 2008 15:11:53 GMT -5
(I thought this was dead after a while, oh well. Time to catch up.)
"I heard that Warlock."
Elizana murmured slightly to herself before walking over to the group, most notably towards their new blue friend. It was obvious she had arrived via an open window which she had then closed and barricaded in time. Sheathing her sword and turning her head slightly to loosen up her neck, she then walked towards the Shaman, opening up her libram to chant a stronger healing spell since that gemstone alone isn't going to making things any better, any quicker.
"By the light that penetrates beyond this darkness, save this man from death's grip. Bring him back towards the light and let him serve you further more until his day. Holy Light!"
She then extends her hand towards the Shaman and heals him with a burst of pure light, specifically towards his arrow wound. The spell alone had stooped the bleeding the puncture wound itself had disappeared to almost nothing, but it will take a couple more spells like that to completely heal him.
"Let's hope the Ice mage is just as fortunate to survive this as well. I felt her strength wavering..."
Elizana said in a small sense of concern, considering she is the only one left that isn't here. But her eyes only frozed just slightly when the Shaman mentioned something about a death knight. This made her even more deteremined to get to the bottom of this.
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Post by Patsee on Mar 27, 2008 22:36:02 GMT -5
The Shaman sighed in relief as the pain slowly fade. He gave his thanks to Eliza as everyone gathers.
"I am forever greatful to you all. I would have perished at the clutches of thoes fiends, if not for your help."
(Yea I know it's short, >.< but it's hard to come up with anything, I'm usually a Horde type so I kinda pulled this one out of my head)
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Post by Vanaria on Mar 31, 2008 21:45:24 GMT -5
"Just keep being useful and I wont leave you." Amel mumbled under her breath. A draenei, a paladin and a rogue. It wasn't a very trustworthy group for a warlock. She sat down, appearing exhausted from the skirmish.
"We should probably plan our next course of action carefully. I do not fear undead, but I wouldn't want the paladin to hurt herself." She said off-handedly.
With a gesture of her hand, her felguard stepped into the other room.
---- Thooghun marched quietly into the mayors office, closing the door as he entered. With a ferocious hand, he grabbed the balding man, putting one hand over his mouth and using the other to choke him slightly.
"My master grows impatient. she can hear your words through her soul link with me so she demands to know the information you posses. I recommend you answer quickly, as she is not known for being merciful."
Slowly, the large demon took his hand off the mayor's mouth but wrapped it around his neck, showing he would kill the man if he even squeaked for help.
((Sorry elizana, it's nothing personnel, but my warlock stereotypically hates paladins.))
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Post by shatterlune on Apr 2, 2008 12:08:11 GMT -5
The Mayor gagged reflexively, hanging limply in Thooghun's demonic grip. He looked stretched, all bones and taut skin.
"I-I..." he said hoarsely. Wheezing, the man gasped for breath. He mustered up the courage to finish his sentence.
"I do not know...why the undead are...so willing...to attack..." the Mayor gasped haltingly.
"Y-you...need to ...journey to the southern edge...of town...there may be...clues...the people say...the attacks come mainly from the south..."
(( if you all don't mind, i'm ditching my character - the rogue - and am content to control NPCs and environment ))
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Post by elizana on Apr 2, 2008 13:51:51 GMT -5
(No worries, just makes things interesting. Hope ya don't mind me taking a little liberties on this reply.)
Elizana only stood up, narrowing her eyes towards the demon and with her free hand extended towards Thooghun's head. It was her hand glowed rather brightly as if to fire when she noticed the demon just moments away from strangling the mayor. Obviously this little interrogation is something that she cannot allow as a Paladin of Stormwind.
"Let the mayor go demon or I will do it for you."
Her right eye then glanced towards the witch with an even more annoyed air around her as her previous thoughts were shattered by this act. Herself now even more distrusting of this woman whom has now become her ally, an ally of convenience it would seem.
"Worry about yourself, Warlock. I don't care what Stefan said about finding a bony like warlock such as yourself in these parts. I would suggest that you choose your words and your actions more carefully if you are to remain free in these lands. Stormwind will not allow such unnecessary murder."
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Post by Patsee on Apr 4, 2008 13:12:41 GMT -5
The Shaman's eyes glowed yellow and as he summons a totem pole in the middle of the room. Nobody knew what it was about to do until everybody, including the mayor, fell to the floor as if they had no grip on the floor with their feet. Within seconds, the pole was gone and everyone felt grip to the floor again. Nobody was hurt, though if it was without magic, the Shaman would have just gave everyone in the room a bonk on the head with his staff.
"Enough of this! Clearly you all don't even realize how big of a threat is heading this way. I don't care how different the paths are between Paladins and Warlocks. The more you two put your focus on bickering amongst yourselves, you're giving the Scourge what it needs. We need every bit of help we can get."
The Shaman then turned to the Demon, Thooghun, with a cold glare. "If it was information you needed on the enemy, then why not go see for yourself? Squeezing information out of mayors, what kind of a demon are you fearing danger?" The Shaman didn't trust demons. For what he was use to, All demons wanted were chaos and destruction, regarding who gets injured or even killed, infact to more they killed the better. But he always gave everyone a chance to prove themselves, even from demons.
He then turned back to everyone. "Alright, now that we have the mayor hostage situation under watch, how are we going to prevent the undead invasion awaiting this town? If anyone in here has an Idea, I'm open to suggestions."
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Post by Vanaria on Apr 4, 2008 17:28:06 GMT -5
Stefan, that cobra in a band of snakes!
"I offer you the same advice paladin, as it doesn't take a merchant to tell that the man is hiding something." Amel sneered as she pulled herself up off the ground.
"As for that little rat of mine, he shall pay for meddling with my business. What right does he have to even mention me to you wolves?" She hissed bitterly, contemplating what curse would be suitable for Stefan.
She waved her hand, and the felguard dropped the mayor to the ground with a thud, returning to his guard position near his master. "The demon obeys my orders, not his own, shaman. He is nothing but an instrument, just as that-" She gestured at the man's totem, "Is nothing but an instrument to you. I have no guilt for trying to get my answers. I will not be tricked by balding old-"
Several loud howls could be heard from far away. A band of hungry ghouls was on the march. The witch sighed, the undead were closing in.
"It is my opinion that trying to fight such an army would be suicide." The sarcastic tone had evaporated, exposing the rarely witnessed innocence of the young warlock. "I suggest that the mayor set to work evacuating his people while we see if we can't find a way to stop this madness. If we can quell the undead at the source, maybe there will be hope for this region, but-"
Her cold eyes returned, fixating on the mayor. "If I find out that you were hiding something, know this." The candles that lit the room suddenly died out, being replaced by green flames of fel energy. The room glowed a malevolent green. Amels soul pouch began to wail with the cries of dozens of faint voices. "Death will be a liberation to the pain I will bring you."
((*pulls up a chair and waits for Celune*))
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Post by Patsee on Apr 5, 2008 12:37:09 GMT -5
The only other light that was seen other than flames of fel energy were the glowing from the Shaman's eyes. But then they were glowing brighter once Amel finished her little threat to the mayor.
"Whatever informations the mayor holds, killing him won't get you anywhere. All that will achieve is being labled as a killer and have a price put on your head. However..." The Dranaei turned his gaze to the mayor. "If there is information that has been left out, We should all know everything there is to know. By not revealing all you know could put your whole town to a disadvantage." Then to the mayor's relief, his glowing eyes faded. "However, it their location is all you know, then that will be good enough. And for thoes people who are evacuating, see if there are thoes who want to fight and had experience. The more arms we have, the better we have a chance. "
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Post by Vanaria on Apr 5, 2008 19:20:22 GMT -5
((actually shade, Amel was calling the mayor a balding old man, not your shaman.)
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Post by Patsee on Apr 5, 2008 21:28:36 GMT -5
(ooh, lol. I'll change that)
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Post by celune on Apr 7, 2008 21:12:13 GMT -5
((Gosh, I leave for a bit and suddenly I have WAY too much to catch up on! )) Celune rode the last of the shambling undead down, striking it with deadly shards of ice and then allowing Asfor to finish the work. He stomped merrily on the rotting remains, then stood snorting and trembling with excitement and battle-lust. Celune herself was exhausted as she turned the great war-horse to head back to the middle of the town. The echoing cries of yet more wandering ghouls pierced the thick, still air of the forest and she groaned. Riding back into the central square, she slid off of Asfor's back and plunged her hands into the trickling fountain, dashing the cold water on her face in hopes to invigorate her flagging energy. Glancing about, she wondered if she could find anyone in the place that would make a suitable ally. Perhaps the shaman, assuming that he hadn't died of his wounds. She sighed and shook her head and remounted the great war-charger, pulling her crimson hood back over her face to hide the ragged marks across her scalp. Whatever happened, she was prepared to fight it out.
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Post by elizana on Apr 9, 2008 12:49:22 GMT -5
Elizana was taken aback when the totem pole caused her to fall on her feet. The thought that a Dranei would suddenly out of the blue knock her down without a single thought irritated her. Surely even she would have noticed that, it was clear to her that even more training is required of her when the faithful day comes that her destiny is brought before her. But right now, she needs to focus on the present.
"I realize that but I have encountered and slained Death knights before. Unless this one is from Northerend, then I am taking this less seriously. But for the moment, I will take heed to your words Shaman. Being as you too are with the light."
Bringing herself up and dusting off her armor and such, her eyes merely glanced at Amel before nearly gritting her teeth at such insults to her. Clearly she is holding back her anger on this, if only for everyone's sake.
A Wolf? Clearly she doesn't know what a true Silver Hand Paladin can do to her...
She thought to herself before closing her eyes and clearing her throat. Obviously she too can sense the undead not too far away, only she has a more accurate reading of how many there are.
"But if the undead are coming from the south, then they may come from the Tranquil Gardens cemetery or elsewhere in that area. Since that area alone has the largest concentration of undead in that area. We should investigate there and perhaps the southern section of this town. The only solution to this problem is to attack it from the source but since we have no real clue to where it may be. Any clues coming from the battlefield may in fact be useful."
Turning away, she then heads over towards the front door upon feeling that the Ice Mage is still alive. She knows then that she may yet be in need of her healing services.
"But right now, I am going to see if that Ice mage is still around and standing. Let alone see if I can get some clues from the incoming undead."
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Post by Vanaria on Apr 14, 2008 22:15:35 GMT -5
"The mage is powerful to have withstood an army of shambling abominations. If only they had actually put up a fight." The witch's tone was back to sarcastic.
Amel smirked at the angered paladin, watching her as she exited the building. Subtlety, that was the key to manipulation. An angered paladin would fight more ferociously and perhaps even be good for a few laughs. Amel didn't fear her, for if she went berserk then the blinded hand of justice would lean in the witch's favor, as was normally the case with her reckless behavior.
Amel waved her hand and her minion returned to the nether. She stepped out into the town square, noting the exhausted mage in the center, but making no move towards her. She instead began to chant. The earth beneath her glowed brilliantly as another unholy creature was torn from the void. As she chanted, a fierce dreadsteed charged from the flames. The void closed as quickly as it had appeared, offering the witch a mount if travel would be necessary. Amel walked the beast over to the mage.
Mages often varied in Amels condition of respect, as they were often either warming of or mistrusting of her fel energies. Still, she would not turn down another chance for an ally if it meant a few less undead barring her path. "I do not believe we had displeasure earlier. I am Amelmarola, but you can call me Amel." Business style? that isn't like you.
"What brings you to this forsaken place, the ambiance?"
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Post by celune on Apr 16, 2008 0:32:04 GMT -5
Celune bowed graciously from her horse's back, tugging a little nervously at her hood as she straightened. "C-Celune ferch C-Cyncad at your s-service," she said. "A-and please, c-call me Celune. A-as for what b-brings me h-here..." She glanced around the sepulcherally silent town. "I h-had hoped to m-meet someone h-here, but it appears he h-has been...d-delayed. W-what about you? T-this is hardly a f-friendly sort of p-place."
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Post by Patsee on Apr 18, 2008 13:12:18 GMT -5
(Finally, I thought of a name. If it sucks, well, I tried.)
"Thats because these lands are plagued by undead." The Shaman said as he stepped forth to greet the mage. He was relieved to see a magic bearer that doesn't use anything demonic.
"Forgive me for the inturuption. I'm Urran, student of Nobundo the first Dranai Shaman. I came here for I sense the evil heading this way. I thought it was a small group of undead Scourge. But from what I saw, they were in large numbers enough to make an army capable of wiping out everything in it's path. I don't mean to cause worry, but you friend could be in great danger if he is out there alone."
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Post by elizana on Apr 21, 2008 13:37:27 GMT -5
"Don't mind the warlock over there, she is just trying to look more coy than usual it seems."
With her arms crossed over her chest, Elizana stood behind the Shaman and the warlock before approaching over towards the mage. Tossing her a spare mana potion towards her before speaking once more in a more relaxed and proper tone than she would with Amel.
"I am Elizana, Captain of the 605th Stormwind Calvary division and Silverhand Paladin."
She then looked around both Celune's steed and Celune herself before nodding towards Urran's suggestion. Figuring at least for the mage's sake, that would be the best course of action for her.
"If you're willing to help us out with our problem here, we can most certainly help you out with your missing friend. Who knows, your friend might be a captive to them, or worse. At least with us, your search would be a lot safer."
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Post by Patsee on Apr 21, 2008 15:31:35 GMT -5
Suddenly, a loud cackle echoed the area followed by the sound of screaming men, women and children. The laughter of pure evil was comming from the direction of a man sitting on the back of a demon black horse with red eyes and a firey mane aswell as around the hooves. The man was wearing gloomy silver armor with skull detailing on the chest, shoulers, and knees. From each skull, an erie green glowed from the eye sockets. His face was hidden behind the face of an orc's skull as a helmet, but the figure was clearly human.
"Take this town and increase our lands. I want this place reduced to a graveyard once I return." The death knight barked out his orders as he drived his captives away with a whip.
One the knight was out of sight, it was to be replaced by another group of undead swarming over the hill. It was't a massive army, which was to Urran's relief. But time was against them while that Death Knight had the captives.
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Post by Vanaria on Apr 24, 2008 20:43:16 GMT -5
((maybe we should wait on Shatterlune, since she is op.))
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