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Post by Patsee on Apr 24, 2008 22:14:28 GMT -5
((Thats fine. I just thought the last post would make it more interesting.))
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Post by Vanaria on Apr 27, 2008 21:46:42 GMT -5
((Oh crap, look at Shatterlune's last log on time. ))
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Post by celune on Apr 29, 2008 0:10:30 GMT -5
((Phooey! We may just have to take it and run...))
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Post by elizana on Apr 29, 2008 10:06:46 GMT -5
((Then I guess we wait for Celune then.))
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Post by Patsee on Apr 29, 2008 12:54:20 GMT -5
((Umm Elizana? I don't mean to be a smart alec, but Celune posted before your reply. We're talking about shatterlune.))
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Post by elizana on Apr 29, 2008 15:01:02 GMT -5
((I realize that just now, I simply read it wrong just now. Sorry about that.))
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Post by Patsee on Apr 29, 2008 15:51:15 GMT -5
((It happens to everybody, it's cool.))
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Post by Vanaria on Apr 30, 2008 19:40:52 GMT -5
((alright, no point in letting a good thread go cold.))
Amel glared at the paladin, wanting desperately to unleash every contagion she could think up upon her. Eventually, her anger got the better of her and she channeled it on her dreadsteed. The already burning beast flailed about as fel energies tormented it down to the last nerve.
"I don't pretend to be anything I'm not, paladin. That is the trade of bleeding hearts!"
Amel's fit of anger was cut of by a more disturbing noise; the manacle laughter of a deathknight. It commanded a battalion of undead corpses. How fun, a true test of survivability. Amel thought with a smile. She was overjoyed to have something to truly vent her emotions on.
The witch didn't hesitate to unleash her full fury. As she beckoned her steed to charge, she began focusing her energies. "The problem with pure fel magic is merely that the victim doesn't suffer enough." The nearest ghouls began to be covered with green flames and shadow. The danced around simultaneously as the three nearest ghouls fell before the came near to the group.
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Post by Patsee on Apr 30, 2008 23:41:44 GMT -5
Urran summoned up totem poles left and right, only instead of the zombies falling on their feet, they burst into flames. Their rotting flesh melts right down to the withering bone that is scorched to ashes.
"They are trying to hold us back!" Urran shouted. "If we don't push forward, there will be many wasted sacrifices." Urran pictured the thought of a young toddler, not even old enough to hold a sword as an undead corpse. Even as a zombie, it wouldn't survive long.
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Post by celune on May 2, 2008 9:28:51 GMT -5
((Sorry this is a bit late, guys. One of those "real life hit me in the face" moments.))
Celune acknowledged the introductions with a shy smile and a nod, twitching her hood a little farther forward over her head. "M-my friend, no m-m-matter where he i-is, is d-doubtless holding h-his own, have no f-fear--"
She was cut off by the advent of the Deathknight, and her face drained of blood as she surveyed the magnitude of the task before them in the form of a wave of bloodthirsty undead. Asfor, however, snorted and stamped under her, his hooves sounding like the blow of a smith's hammer upon iron as they struck the cobbles of the fountain court. "R-right, old f-fellow," she said grimly to the war-horse, "W-we'll dispatch these as w-well."\ Sending before her a maelstrom of crippling ice magic, the two plunged into the fray.
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Post by elizana on May 5, 2008 13:58:12 GMT -5
I think I just poped a vein in her mind with that remark...
Just as she was smirking at Amel with having her lash out her anger on her own steed when she realizes a more important situation. She too has seen the deathknight leaving the scene with the captives with only more undead in his place. Urran's words ring true for this may be their one chance to know the location of all these sudden undead attacks.
"That is a complete understatement. I will chase after the deathknight and search for his whereabouts while you all keep them busy. I'm sorry but this is all of the help I can give you at the moment."
Elizana shouted out before summoning the mighty Zaber, her paladin charger before her. With that an seemingly endless utterance of words whispered upon her lips when she granted everyone the blessings of Greater Wisdom before mounting up on her steed. Riding forward onto the hordes of undead, she unleashed her Crusader aura and lunged over the first groups of undead before charging forward. Slashing and ramming through the groups if only to distract some of them to her while she gives chase.
She hopes that with this risky move that she might be able to find what they were seeking and stop him at the same time. But its a risk nonetheless as she will be dealing with this new situation on her own.
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Post by Patsee on May 6, 2008 9:19:49 GMT -5
As everyone was fighting, the Death Knight kept on pushing his captives further, whether by whipping, striking, or even kicking them from his horse. Just then, he heard a noise behind him and saw a Paladin striking his forces from the very end. He turned to his second in command. "Keep these people moving. I'll handle this little 'pest'."
He turned his undead horse and charged in the opposite direction. Watching with interest, he examined how she fought against the undead. Once they were down, the Knight had an evil smirk as the Paladin glared with hatred.
"I must admit, I'm impressed by your skills" The Death knight spoke in a drak tone as if cursed. "Too bad you waste them for pathetic excuses and prevent what can't be stopped."
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Post by Vanaria on May 12, 2008 12:51:52 GMT -5
"That is a complete understatement. I will chase after the deathknight and search for his whereabouts while you all keep them busy. I'm sorry but this is all of the help I can give you at the moment." That paladin must be crazy if she thinks I'm about to risk my life to defend peasants.
Amel torched her way through another band of undead, chanting death on her lips as they incinerated before her eyes. Each fallen ghoul was another generous prick of energy from her hefty supply. Her dreadsteed returned to her after blazing a trail for the young witch, lowering itself to be mounted. She jumped onto its back, cursing as a flame singed her robes. "Follow that deathknight!" She barked at the beast. I charged after the dark figure and the paladin, lighting any more ghouls that neared it on fire.
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Post by elizana on May 12, 2008 13:38:28 GMT -5
"Then you obviously, haven't dealt with a Silverhand Paladin before. But let me ask you this....are you from the Plaguelands or....Northerend?"
That last part carried a much darker and heavier tone when she said that. Noting off a very determined look in her face to know if that Deathknight is in fact from the place she most desired to go to. Although her ears perked when she felt the fast horsesteps and the familiar darkness of that warlock coming her way. Her teeth gritted at the thought of that warlock not staying behind to help out the Shaman. She can only hope that the two can manage on her own, all thanks to this upstart.
That blasted witch! I told her to stay behind and help out.....I should have known better than to trust such slaves of darkness...
As she said that in her mind, she then brought forth her mighty holy sword and pointed towards her enemy. Determined eyes stared directly upon the Deathknight, her chargers' eyes glowed with the same amount of determination.
"Prepare to defend yourself, foul beast!"
Her libram glowed rather brightly just than as she prayed rather quickly in order to bless herself with the Greater Blessing of Kings. Preparing herself for a hopefully quick fight against this deathknight before Amel comes. For she would rather have the honor of defeating this enemy herself.
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Post by Patsee on May 12, 2008 14:25:42 GMT -5
The Deathknight didn't move or even budge when Elinza told who she was or asked where he was from. "I was sent here by the Lich King himself. The Plaugelands are as good as ours anyways." The deathknight unseathed his long sword with the similar skull at the handle that was made of bones. The blade to had a green glow on the demonic inscriptions written along the side. "And I've slain many Silverhands who thought they could defeat our true king. Too bad it only took death for them to see the truth. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll recognize some of them when you join our ranks."
Then he saw another figure approach, this was getting annoying he though. That is until he saw it was a witch riding her dreadsteed. Hmmm, maybe that one could be useful.
He drew his blade up and parried with the Paladin's strikes. He wanted to see how skilled this one really is. "I'm glad to see that there is some fight left in this place. It was getting boring when all thoes people lose their hope before they were killed."
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Post by Vanaria on May 14, 2008 23:07:22 GMT -5
Amel watched in mild amusement as the two plate-clad figures began summoning the respective energies. Light and darkness, as opposite and needed as day and night, yet they always sought to kill each other.
The paladin practically stuck Amel with her cold glance. Honor, such a useless thing to die over, but I will respect it... for now. "All yours, paladin. Shadow has no interest in the bickering of light and darkness. May Sargeras bless you." She said with an acidic tone, charging past the deathknight to prevent his retreat and guard from more undead.
Dismounting from her steed, the witch went to work in summoning her felhunter, a magic sniffer incase the deathknight decided to play games during the fight. "Don't die too quickly, deathknight" She calmly murmured, "I want to take pleasure in draining your soul slowly."
Off in the distance came the groan of an abomination. The rotting hunk of mass was charging towards the town, hellbent on getting a meal. This should bolster my shardbag. Amel gave a cold smile as she summoned the shadows to her aid.
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Post by Patsee on May 16, 2008 14:15:17 GMT -5
The Deathknight only chuckled, as if he was amused to Amel's summoning and her mumurs of his death. "You can't kill whats already dead, witch." He then turned back to the Paladin , planting his sword in the ground and removing his orc skull helmet to reveal his human face. He was completely pale yet his youth never aged. His white silver hair hanged below his chin covered in white small whiskers for a short beard. Holding his hemlet infront of him he continued. "You think I don't know what to expect? We have fought on the same side once, against these retched beasts. Like you, I to once had faith to the light, but that was all before Arthas opened my eyes to see the truth. Despite that we were sucessful in defeating them in the first and second war, we all still fade away as forgotten memories and rot in the ground. So I tried to do what everyone wanted to do, and that is make Arthas pay for what he did to his father, our old king. It was only then that I saw how annonemous his ranks and army is. Despite my best efforts, I was overpowered by the ranks of the undead. I thought I was finished, little did I know that their intentions were to keep me alive and bring me before this highness. Instead of death, he gave me an opprotunity for immortality, to continue living on our fight against the orcs. Only a pledge of loyalty was needed, so I accept. In return, Arthas has made me become more powerful than I could have imagined. I tried to open the eyes of thoes who would be our allys, but they refused, saying that we are the curse of this land. This is not a curse, this is evolution. You cannot stop what can't be defeated. Even if you do somehow kill me, there are others just as powerful, even stronger than me. And their numbers are great..." Putting his skull back on, he picked his sword up off the ground and pointed at Elinza. "But enough talk about past histories, this is your only chance, join us and fight for the king. Acceptance will earn you great rewards, refusal will only bring death to you and thoes you care about."
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Post by elizana on May 19, 2008 13:55:59 GMT -5
"Save your blessings for someone that cares about the corruption of their own soul. Warlock."
Elizana said rather harshly without even looking at the Warlock as she kept up her stance against the deathknight. Although the mere mentioning of Arthas suddenly enough brought her into an ever increasing anger. Her eyes already glowing brightly white and yellow as if someone just turned on her really angry button. Clearly, she intends to send Arthas a definite message to force by ensuring there is at least one less Deathknight in his service...
"Arthas..."
Dismounting off her charger, she soon enough charges right at him before locking blades with her dark adversary. Darkness and Light clashing before everyones eyes as she glares at her enemy intensely. Suddenly enough the two the moved a distance away before she witnesses the Deathknight removing his helmet to reveal himself. Her eyes and her demeanor remained unchanged even while he was explaining the benefits of serving the Lich King. Her teeth gritted hard at the mere thought of the word 'evolution'....
"Evolution? You speak as though you know what's best for us humans! Do you not see how despite them being partly our enemies, the forsaken had suffered because of this 'evolution'?!?"
She then looks down with a downcast look on her face before looking back up to him. Still unconvinced by his words.
"Immortality is meaningless without a soul....without dignity....without honor....and clearly you have none. For to beg before destroyer of nearly our entire race clearly shows that you have not but a soul or honor....you are just a tool...something to be thrown away eventually at his enjoyment."
Turning away towards her charger in order to equip her shield. her eyes then turned towards the deathknight with eyes before filled with sorrow and with intense hatred.
"I pity you because you give up too easily in bringing forth Justice. But...."
She then brings about her defensive stance once more towards him. Soon enough a blue-whitish glyph appeared beneath her as if she was unleashing a newly formed aura. Already this new aura is granting her even greater strength than before, it would seem that she has unleashed one of her unique abilities...the Aura of the Seraphim, to the battlefield. Her body already glowing even brighter than before.
"....I will die and die again before I will join him. In Uther's name and on behalf of Andorhal. I will KILL HIM! Even if its the last thing I will ever do!"
Even now her sword and shield glows brightly white. Clearly she intends to test her strength against this one. But even she knows that this battle will be quite interesting...
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Post by Patsee on May 19, 2008 14:06:39 GMT -5
The Deathknight only laughed at the mention of the Forsaken and words such as honor and dignity. "Thoes traitors are weak. The had opprotunity right in their hands and they just throw it away. They mourn for their own death while we take advanage of it. Sylvannas hopes that they can live in harmony. How can that happen when they are constantly hunted by the living." While reamining his stance, he continued "And I've never begged to join him, Arthas gave me a choice and I chose to live. He saved me from the shame of death, granted me power the light could never give, and for that I am loyal to him. You say I have gave up my soul? Who knows, maybe I have. But What good is a soul if all it does is hold you back of your full power." By this time, the eye sockets in all the skulls on his armor glowed the same earie green along with the demonic incriptions on his sword, even his own eyes. "You dare to call me a tool of his highness? You carry on Uther's name despite that he remains in the ground to rot." His sword was raised high as he went for the charge. "I'm done talking with words, You want to die and die again, I can arrange that!"
CLANG!! Both swords, light and dark parried. "Your head will be a swell gift to Arthas himself."
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Post by elizana on May 23, 2008 13:55:29 GMT -5
"That will not happen....and even though Uther may be in the ground to rot. At least he died way better than you have!"
Once again the two clashed blades, locking once more although Elizana was clearly pushing a bit more towards him with increased aggresion. Though below them was a rather large holy glyph that appeared on the ground, its color glowing yellow and white as the deathknight would notice her whispering prayers. Its glyph grew a few more yards in diameter as if it was about to unleash itself upon its area.
"Let the holy fires consume you Death Knight! I call upon this land to be blessed once more! Consencration!"
A rather large pillar of light rose up from the glyph and glowed upon its blast radius. Holy energies burning up anything that would pose a threat to the consencrated land but the Paladin and her allies. She can only hope to keep him pinned down as she attempts to keep him in the same place even though it won't be enough to really weaken him. But at least with this spell, she can make the first blow to this otherwise interesting encounter.
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