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Post by Vanaria on May 4, 2008 20:33:13 GMT -5
"Talk Wench!' The guard shouted from his interrogation 'room'. In reality the room was nothing more than a crude shack on the outskirts of southshore. Vanaria had been bound and beaten for two hours, with no rest or nourishment. The young High Elf had stood firm against the accusations that laid before her.
"We know you are a spy, but we a willing to cut you a deal if you give us any information you may have." Said the Elven interpreter. He stood to translate and play the role of 'good guard'.
"You needn't suffer anymore. Kaelthas is gone. You can start a clean slate in Stormwind, but we need your information."
"I don't know anything!" Vanaria shouted in a tear-chocked voice. The interpreter quickly translated, adding a few words to deepen the conviction against Vanaria.
"According to section 24, article twelve of the High Elven equality Act, I am entitled to counsel as long as I am being accused."
The interpretation caused the soldier to laugh. This was not a trial.
"Let's start again." The guard said followed by a quick translation from the Elf. He began pacing the room tensely.
"You were spotted early this morning near the lands of Tarren Mill. You admit this. What were you doing there?"
"Gathering reagents for my spells." The translation was followed by a swift blow that knocked the wind out of the Elf.
"Later that day, you were seen entering our town. Although you say you were gathering reagents, none could be found on your persons. What we did find was that you have the mark." The soldier brought up Vanaria's arm, exposing an inscription burned onto her wrist. It was a Blood Elf mark, inscribed by Storm wind officials to distinguish normal High Elves from potential spies.
"I am not a spy!' Vanaria barked, still struggling to breath from the blow she had received.
"You history says otherwise! You are Vanaria ZephyrPraise, are you not?"
"Zephyrmourn-"
"It matters Not! Your father was a warmage devoutly loyal to the Elven kingdom! After four years since your disappearance, you suddenly show up from seemingly nowhere, saying you are an High Elven outcast who fled the Ghostlands! Your back story is dubious to say the least!"
"My family has always been loyal to the Alliance, and my father would weep to see what his people had become."
"Vanaria," the interpreter began, "The only thing that has even distinguishes you from a sin'dorei is your blue eyes. There is no evidence to say that your are anything less than a traitor, and yet you persist. If you simply admit your actions then you will be spared an execution."
"Execution, on what solid evidence can you put me to death?!" The soldier slammed his fist into Vanaria's side as the translation came, sending her sprawling to the ground, chair and all. She coughed in pain.
"Listen Elf!" The guard reprimanded. "Over the last few years your people have been nothing but a burden on the Alliance. The only thing keeping you alive right now is that I don't have any solid evidence. If you don't start talking, that can quickly change."
The soldier dragged Vanaria back up. His cold eyes locked with her crystal eyes as he drew his short sword. Vanaria screamed in terror, knowing she would be killed for doing nothing wrong. The interpreter cowardly fled the shanty, running to avoid becoming the next victim of Elven prejudice.
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Post by frostpine on May 5, 2008 0:20:53 GMT -5
Frostpine walked towards the shack, wondering what was taking the interogator so long, he kicked the door open, to see him about to kill the high elf. Frostpine acted quickly, he froze the interogator, and said to the high elf, "Whats happening here?"
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Post by celune on May 5, 2008 0:27:15 GMT -5
Celune heard the scream, sharp and high with despair and panic. Dropping the sprig of Mageroyal she had been coaxing out of the ground, she made haste back towards Southshore, all her senses alert as she sought the source of the scream. She caught the sound of struggle and adjusted her course towards a low shack. Someone was there before her, and an ice spell exploded in the doorway. Hurrying forward, she looked past the caster to see a frozen human man, and a bound and bleeding elf. "W-what in the n-name of the Sun--!"
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Post by Patsee on May 5, 2008 10:21:34 GMT -5
Shade was also not that far from the whole interogation. Although he was well disguised for his reputation was well known to Blood Knights as an outlaw. Any chance of him spotted out here and Blood Knights will be after him like mad hornets. After hearing Anaria's scream, Shade felt that he had to look at this shack that was not far. When he was about to find out whats going on, he saw Frostpine approach and bust the door down. Keeping his image well hidden, he watched with curiosity. Then he saw Celune approaching the shack.
"Celune?" the rogue thought to himself. "I haven't seen her since Ironforge. What brings her here?" The more he watched, he waited with great intensity on what would be the right time stop watching and to take action.
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Post by Vanaria on May 6, 2008 21:07:01 GMT -5
Vanaria was stunned as her executer to be froze solid. His determination was still apparent on his face despite the freezing.
"Whats happening here?" Came a voice from behind the frozen man. Weakened severely by the interrogation, the frail Elf fought to say the words, "Please... Help" In common. She had no idea what to expect, as more guards were likely to be patrolling the town in the event she tried to escape.
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Post by Airedar on May 7, 2008 19:00:41 GMT -5
People often askme, why am I in the middle of almost everything, yet never a major player?
I choose not to. I'm no hero. I'm a freakin' Assassin who's spent the past few millenia doing what I do best. Worse, I'm considered, officialy, a 'demon'. Ah well.
So, where am I in this whole thing? Good question. As usual, right where I wish I wasn't <insert random macro>
In this instance, on top of the roof of the interogation room. What was I thinking at that time? Why couldn't you Female Elves scream softer!
This is my life. Scream of the... High elf? Next it'll be Silent Hill. Of WoW.
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Post by Patsee on May 7, 2008 19:36:08 GMT -5
Shade was still watching when he felt a slight tap on the shoulder, he turned around to see exactly five guards before him with all their swords drawn.
"Oh.....crap.."
Inside the interogation room, the sudden noise of struggle could be overheard outside. Shade was doing what he can to defend himself, but he was greatly outnumbered. He was able to parry away a few swords, despite he was pinned against a tree. It took a sift kick in the gut to make him lose focus. Two guards grabbed his arms and tied them around the tree he was against. Shade still continued to resist by kicking them, but the other two restrained them against the tree like his arms. The remianing guard that was of higher authority removed his hood.
"Well well," The guard smirked in triumph. "Ain't that a familiar face. Voc'zaco Dawnstrider, the silent shade." Despite that he was in a tight spot, Shade still had a smug over his face. "The Silent Shade... I never had that for a nickname, but I like it."
One of the guards gave him another kick in the gut, pushing out a violent groan of pain. "Save it, thief! We've already had one elf planned for execution, And whats instore for you, Silent Shade will be a whole new meaning."
Shade spat in the guard's face, only to recieve another kick in the gut, sending Shade coughing up blood.
"Let's make him a real blood Elf and have his flesh skinned off!" another guard cheered.
"No, Any attempt like that and it'll look bad on our image. He will be executed the proper way. Then we send him back to Silvermoon and collect that bounty."
Just then, one of the guards saw the door to the shack was open. He turned to the head guard. "Captain, I have reason to think somthing is happening in the interogation shack."
The captain barked. "Well then go see what it is you idiot!"
The guard crept up to the shack with suspicion. Ane when he went to peek through the door-
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Post by Airedar on May 8, 2008 16:44:42 GMT -5
It is somewhat of a curse of demons of my caliber to have bad luck. It would, obviously, be the stealthed high elf on the roof that dfalls on the guard. Why, might I ask to whatever higher power condoned this feat, does it AWLAYS HAVE TO BE ME?
I'm the one who gets hit in the heat with every half hearted escape attempt, every insident of interest. Who'd of thought that being a hronicler would be a dangerous job? Ah well.
***
The shingles of the dubious (And noisy) Hut gave way beneath the elf's feet, sending him and about a 30 pound of roofing onto the guard who was pearched below.
***
This from a third person perspective. Why? Because whilst I was crashing down to land on a man with a drawn sord on top of a heap of shingles, the only thought that crossed my mind was 'why me?' And when I landed, the only thought that crossed my mind was 'Oww....'
But then it took a turn for the worse. (Or maybe a drop, I was already pretty far off the mark of lucky...) The guards turned. Not just the ones with the elf on a tree. (Elf on a tree? i thought they didn't like foliage!) But every guard in a twenty metre radius. And every one of them mouthed the words 'Blood Elf'
As I have said before, "Why is it always me?" I jumped back up, and ran.
Now, don't get me wrong, I could have taken them. Easily. But I don't like killing the good guys. Particularly seeing as there was an evil shadow lurking on the horizon. (Namely, the Legion) And trying to ward off the blows of an army of foes is, to say the least, difficult. In particular when you can't hurt any of them.
*** So I ran. Buit, being me, I tripped, and fell. Of course, I had to fall over the only embankment of twenty metres in the whole region. But it gets better. Guess who I landed on? A murloc. Guess what else? The murloc was in the middle of a fishing spree. Not so bad? No not really. Exept that he had invited all of his friends over to the party. All three hundred of them.
/sigh Airedar sighs.
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Post by Patsee on May 9, 2008 12:31:27 GMT -5
When the guards spotted that elf fall through the porch and crash ontop of the guard that was sent, The captain called out. "Guards, we've got another one! After him!"
One of the guards asked, "What about him?" indicating Shade as he was still tied up.
"Leave that trash here, he's not going anywhere." The captain then turned and climbed upon his horse. "After him!"
As all the guards within 20 metre ratious gave chase, this was Shade's opprotunity. Writhing his hands, he explored the rop to where the knot was. Being an outlaw, he has to learn how to get out of situations like this. Searching the knot, he finally felt the vulnerble point and yanked the best he could. The rope slowly losened and Shade yanked his hands free. Reaching for his dagger, he cut the ropes around his feet.
Shade knew that the guards will be back soon, so he wasted no time running to the interogation shack. As he examined the place, he could see the blood that Vanaria had shed throughout her torcher. Not even taking the time to speak, he went up to Vanaria where she was tied up and cut the ropes with his blade.
"We don't have much time, We've gotta get out of here before they come back with reinforcments."
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Post by celune on May 9, 2008 12:41:21 GMT -5
((Dang it, you beat me to the punch!))
Celune staggered a few steps back as the situation suddenly dissolved into chaos, then came to stand just behind Shade as he freed the other elf. "T-this way," Celune said, pointing southwards along tha darkened shore. "T-then we can bear east into t-the trees and l-lose them. My L-lady, can you w-walk?"
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Post by Airedar on May 9, 2008 13:09:10 GMT -5
I looked up at the guards. All fourteen of them. Then I looked at my new opponents. All 300 of them. Then I looked at the second poor mate I'd fallen on in as many minutes. He was looking rather squashed with a broken fishing pole. We all sort of stared at each other for about five seconds. Then one of the guards fell off. Followed by another seven. This was a prelude to the entire embankment collapsing and the other six falling on top of a few more murlocs. Yup, lucky day.
Nothing happend of about another ten seconds. Then....
"MMMMMMUUUUUURRRRLLLLLGGGGG!!!!"
Welcome to the life of a demon rank twenty five.
It could have been worse... (See demon's rank thirty Archimonde, and demon rank 72 Sargeras. Archimonde was blasted into utter oblivion, sargeras had, in this order, Left hand, eye, one of the right toes, and seventeen swords all plunged in at once, then several more stabbings form various wepons of alternating power. Yup. Stronger the demon, worse the punishment. And luck.)) As for me? I just get torn apart by a horde of ravenous murlocs.
I don't like dying. So, I used what magic I had to 'pull a poof' as they say. I blinked.
Well, actually it was a mass teleport. Ah well. Couldn't leave those guards to be eaten.
POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF!
this is why they call it Pulling a POOF...
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Post by Patsee on May 10, 2008 10:31:02 GMT -5
Shade took a peek out the door to make sure it was still clear. At this point, he was getting pretty paraniod. He wasn't ready to get caught again, and especially now that his cover has been blown. Turning to Celune, he suggested, "Maybe some healing poition might help. I would offer mine, but I don't even have a drop left. "
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Post by Airedar on May 10, 2008 15:00:59 GMT -5
I,. and the guards were portaled to a point right behind the interogation room... er... shack. I made a run for it, but was still in a slight daze. And crashed right into the corner... Ah well....
And the guards came ot their sense. Two or three had me tied up, and the rest looked cautiously over the embankment. It looked like a blue-green-red-yellow wave. That kept breaking on the shore, with no end in sight.
Now, for the layout as I understand it...
A human mage (?) and two blood elves were about to make a getaway. A horde of angry murlocs were climbing a giant hill of sand. and the Interpeter hit his head on a tree and fell over.
In all this, I was gagged, blindfolded, bound, and yes, hit over the head by a shack. Right in the middle...
Someone shoot me, I want to go back to the nether and pick a new world. Azeroth is horrid....
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Post by Vanaria on May 12, 2008 12:36:24 GMT -5
Vanaria tried to stand with her own will power, but the long hours of interrogation had left her both physically and mentally tapped for strength. She knew she wouldn't be able to walk without help. Do I even want to escape with them?A human and a Blood Elf; neither races have been compassionate in the past. Weakly, Vanaria leaned against Shade. "We have to... go east..."
Running away from an impossible fight seemed to happen a lot in Vanaria's life, from running from undead to running from Blood Elves. She had spent so much time running from her past, and now she flee her future as well? So many races loath High Elves; it's a sheer will of miraculous fortitude that has kept the frail Elf alive for this long.
A dull screech came from above as a loud thud resounded from the roof of the shack. On the quickly crumbling roof held a griffin, furiously attempting to breach the shack and assault the trio inside. His wrangler, a stump of a dwarf, barked orders outside. "Tear those dern Elfs apart!" He shouted as the beast ripped the roof open, reaching for Vanaria.
((airedar, I don't want to be rude but I don't want to fight the murlocs, atleast not right now.))
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Post by Patsee on May 12, 2008 14:12:30 GMT -5
Shade sneered at the sound of the dwarf barking orders. He threw a dagger at the Griffen and it impaled through one of his front legs. The Griffen felt nothing at first, but then the blade began stinging to the point where his flesh and blood were burning.
"That blade was dipped in scorpia poison. It should slow him down for a while." He turned to Vanaria and could see how frail she was. If she tried running, she wouldn't last long. Not even asking, he swooped Vanaria up and held her over his shoulder (heh, sorry Vanaria) and led the way for an escape while carrying her.
"Sorry bout this, but I need a free arm to help us fight through." Shade hoped she didn't try to resist, at least not until they were at a safe distance away from the enemies. As the guards gave chase, Shade yelled at the dwarf, "Go back and hide in your mountains, ya cave hermits!"
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Post by Airedar on May 12, 2008 15:10:48 GMT -5
((Who said a word about fighting murlocs? Getting eaten by them is much easier. have you ever seen a murloc climb? No. They will, most likely, take the better part of a day to climb that hill (About seven hours) so... Aren't you getting 'out' of Southshore?))
And so it is that I am tied to a chair, in a shack, with three or four guards keeping eyes on me. Not sure. I was blindfolded. And I have this horrid feeling that I'm tied to the same chair that the elf girl was. I can tell because there were several chunks out of various parts...
And guess who the interrogator was? I honestly don't know.... I was still blindfolded.
But I had a bad feeling. the kind of feeling that would give a soldier paralyzing fear. The kind that makes a hero quail. The kind that gives most people a feeling of dread. The last time I had that feeling, my luck turned. Bless you demon instinct. Makes a demon think faster and harder. And it also usually means that said demon's life is in danger. That's the point that shoots down the hope....
As far as I could tell, there wern''t any demigods among the soldiers. The mage that had passed through here wasn't that menacing, and seemed to be high tailing. So....
The options were: a; some horrid demon thing about to be unleashed through some portal, and destroy Southshore. Not likely, but if so, me dead, you dead, all dead! /sob
b; Archmage, or worse, archmagi... eh... I'd be little bits of ash on the wind. Ah well....
c; Most likely.... There was some being with a bad mood and the strength of mind or fist to back it.
*** Five minutes later
Option c.
A fist. Yep. A fist. An armored fist. And the gauntlet it was armored with had spikes on it...
And it had to land right in my gut. OUCH! i had a consideration about changing form. I changed my mind. Demons are less welcome than elves. And demons get hit harder.
So... thanks to demon hunter training, I can see with blindfolds on. In true form, I look suspiciously like a Gothic Illidan. Grey and black, minus wings and goat hooves. I much prefer bull hooves myself. Hehe.
So, here I am, with a blindfold and a fist in my gut. Fortunately the fist choose this moment to extract itself, letting me focus.
See the sound. Listen. They must breath. Feel the vibrations in the air. They must move to strike.
And he spoke.
"Blood elf, what were you doing here?"
"Why would I tell you?" Slap.
"Tell me! You were on the roof of one of this building! What were you doing?" Three things were established here. First, the identity. 5'3", male, bulky. Bad breath, bad mood, high adrenal levels. And that's just the sound (And smell) of his voice. Guessing by the rustle and clank, heavy mail/plate combo for armor.
Second, the location. Yup, the interrogator's shack.
Third, how to get him angry enough to make a mistake. And I am good at one thing above all else. Better than killing, hiding, thinking. And it is being an ass.
"You call that a building?" Slap.
"YES! Now answer!"
"Can you repeat the question?" Backhand slap.
"What were you doing on the roof?"
"Hmm. How do you know I was on the roof? Did you see me on the roof?" Rather than a slap, there was a pause in thought.
"You fell on one of the guards!"
"And how does that mean that I was on the roof?"
"Well... uh... Where else could you have come from!"
Damn it this guy is dense. I've seen smarter Thunder Lizards. "I could have fallen from the sky."
"No! You were on the roof! Now why were you on the roof?"
"Suntanning." Gut punch, gut punch, slap, slap.
"Why were you there?" A slight rasp of metal on metal, a blade at the throat. How typical...
"Oh dear! Look! the big bad interrogator is going to STAB ME! Hahaha!" I laughed, using my experience of demon-hood to sound every bit the 'superior villain'. "So then, still want to know?"
Grumbling, dark muttering 'Bloody elves think they're Oh so superior' and then "Yes"
"Sightseeing" I then jumped up, bringing the chair to which my hands were bound down on the interrogator's head. The piece of already shoddy wood shattered on impact, and the man crumpled down to the floor with a loud thud. I slipped off the arm rests and took off the blindfold. I looked up. There was a hole in the roof. I looked out. There was a battle. I sighed. A bunch of griffins, dwarves, humans, and a gnome, all going after three escaping convicts. Or rather, two escaping convicts and an accomplice. I sighed again.
I turned to leave. And the whole shack caved in on top of me.
/whyme
Why the hell is it always me?!?!
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Post by Patsee on May 17, 2008 9:42:27 GMT -5
A loud crash was heard. Shade turned his head as he kept on running, watching the whole shack collapse. At least there will be no more 'interogations' for a while. At least not in a shack where they can get away with torcher. For a moment, he thought he heard somebody scream inside. A part of him wanted to go back and help, but he had an army of guards after him and his accomplices. He heard air whistling by his head, and thats when he realized that they were now firing arrows.
Still carrying Vanaria while running, he thought she was too worn out to fight. He called for Celune the mage, "How good is your magic against arrows?"
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Post by Airedar on May 18, 2008 15:07:52 GMT -5
I hate you Blizz. QWhy can't your shacks be sturdy? As of yet... They're more like Shakes. Har har! Ahem... er... Back to the story...
Where am I at the moment? Under a thread. Why? Not a sweet clue. How will I get out? Not sure. But banging my head on the wood seems like a good idea.
SOOOOO
/headbang /headbang /headbang /headbang Oww.... /headbang /headbang Etc...
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Post by Patsee on May 20, 2008 11:30:03 GMT -5
(okay, I seriously think we should wait for others to reply. Vanaria and Celune should have a chance to do somthing with their characters)
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Post by Airedar on May 20, 2008 17:35:43 GMT -5
((thus the /headbang.
/rub
Airedar rubs his head in pain))
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