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Post by celune on Feb 14, 2008 11:28:00 GMT -5
Celune silently fell in at the front of the column, seeming not to notice any looks of surprise sent her way. "I-it's a long w-walk," she said at last as they descended into the dimly lit depths of the passage. "B-be on y-your guard."
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Post by Patsee on Feb 14, 2008 12:01:32 GMT -5
Shade yawned, "I wouldn't worry too much. I'm sure whatever comes our way is nothing we can't handle." As everyone continued their way, Shade knew that Celune was right. It will take long hours until they reached their destination. He took a good view around the area and felt that it would still be a while before they spring into action. "Anyways, this area seems clear enough. We don't have to worry about anything yet. " Normally, Shade would just keep to himself, But he felt if he was going to be helping out, he might aswell open up to everyone. "So, what brings everyone here anyways? I've been traveling and this is where I ended up. I wanted to see what it's like out there in the world."
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Post by celune on Feb 14, 2008 15:31:18 GMT -5
Celune smiled the ghost of a smile in response. "I am...v-visiting a f-friend. I n-normally would not b-bother with the t-tram, but..." she shook her hooded head. "When I a-attempted to teleport in m-my normal f-fashion, I found my s-spell confounded." With a murmured word, a small crackling flame appeared in the scarred palm of her hand It threw odd shadows on the narrowing walls of the passage, but cast adequate light by which to see their way.
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Post by tyhlae on Feb 18, 2008 17:55:59 GMT -5
Tyhlae seemed very disturbed by Celune's explanation before shaking her head, as if to reassure herself of something. "A friend of mine is currently in Auberdine as a learning priestess of Elune. I thought I'd check through Ironforge to see if any of my old friends are still around the city, and then I'd head out to see her." Rih'dan, the dragonhawk, make a quiet trilling sound, similar to a quiet scolding that a mother did not wish to enforce. Tyhlae sighed and patted the animal. "Do you feel that Ironforge caused the spell to fail? Perhaps the gnome mages put up a barrier of some sort. I've heard of small-scale barriers of that sort but to contain a whole city would require a tremendous amount of arcane energy. Well, I guess Dalaran is doing it though." Tyhlae paused slightly at this before continuing on at a slightly faster pace. "So... I'm Tyhlae Dawnstalker... this here is Rih'dan, my dragonhawk. And I live no where in particular -- I travel often. So... what about you all?" Even as she spoke in a friendly manner, her eyes darted around the tunnel and she seemed tense and on edge, ready to spring at a moment's notice.
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Post by shatterlune on Feb 19, 2008 19:26:09 GMT -5
Monette chirped up, interrupting others who were about to speak. "Call me Monette Splintershin-thas what oi loik ta do- splinter shins." The gnome laughed uproariously at her own 'joke', her high, annoying laughter echoing off the tunnel walls. "Ya 'n' oi come from Ironforge original, but I hain't been back thar for so long - blas' it's probably all diff now. Oi ben away on the campaign ledding my army, ya see. Oi'm a famush gen'ral, gen'rally speaking. " The gnome drew her sword and boomed, "Lines up into them lines, like them...troop-groups, righto boys!" The talk of the battlefield came painfully to her, and it was obvious that Monette was lying about her past and doing so very poorly.
As if to take suspicion off herself, the gnome regarded the nervous hunter suspiciously. "Whatcha jumpin' bout for, girly? It hain't been e'en an hour o' walk and you're twitchy like a...like a...well, you got some case of nerves" The gnome searched for the simile, was unable to find it, and gave up with a reluctant puff of air. She waited impatiently for an answer, glaring at the high elf.
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Post by Patsee on Feb 19, 2008 20:16:42 GMT -5
Shade rolled his eyes. He didn't understand what this gnome has angainst elves. "We all don't know what to expect Monette. I don't blame Tyhlae for keeping aware of our surroundings. Like you said, Ironforge might have been through alot of changes since you left. For all we know, they are hiding something while there might be an ambush up ahead. With how loud you speak, we could all be shot in the dark."
He then turned to Tyhlae and shrugged. He would always stand up for his race despite that she is a quel'dorei (high elf) while he is a sin'dorei (blood elf). "Tyhlae, let me ask you. I've heard rumors about somthing happening with the Blood Knights. Do you know much on whats happening?"
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Post by tyhlae on Feb 20, 2008 17:11:04 GMT -5
At the phrase Blood Knights, Tyhlae lost her reply and clenched her fists. She seemed lost in a thought for a few good moments before replying to the blood elf, her voice deeper, as if straining to keep out emotion and failing miserably. "I have been to Silvermoon recently, to visit a friend, but I make it my business to avoid those disgusting disgraces of elven blood. Hopefully whatever rumors you've heard have to do with their downfall." Rih'dan let out a low chirp and pecked the other elf lightly, as if to scold him for asking the question. Tyhlae seemed to have gathered herself within this small space of time and said, "Excuse me, I'm just a bit jumpy today. I had to leave my little girl with my friend in Silvermoon before coming here, so I'm just... emotional today." The dragonhawk flew back over to her huntress and pecked lightly at the young elf's hand. Tyhlae smiled and petted the creature as she walked.
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Post by celune on Feb 21, 2008 11:39:46 GMT -5
Celune said no more as the others spoke, gliding on silent feet at the front of the group like a crimson ghost. The fire she carried in her hand flickered and flared then in a sudden gust of wind, and she stopped, putting out an arm to indicate to the others silence and stilllness.
Something breathed beyond them in the blackness.
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Post by Patsee on Feb 21, 2008 13:49:18 GMT -5
Shade prepared himself to draw out his daggers. If there was a threat hiding in the dark, he will not be caught off guard. If there was a fight, he was ready to leap into action.
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Post by celune on Feb 21, 2008 15:02:17 GMT -5
((*Takes shameless charge* Why? Because I am murderously bored.*
The darkness seemed to shift and inhale around them, their shadows dancing wildly on the wall as the arcane flame in Celune's hand twisted and flickered. There was nothing but profound blackness to be seen, before or behind in that long darkness, and silence fell over them like a shroud as the breath faded away into nothingness.
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Post by shatterlune on Feb 21, 2008 22:30:06 GMT -5
Monette glanced around, her eyes rolling wildly.
"Ye come out and face moi, filth-rid'n rat! Show yeself!" She called out, unsheathing her sword. The blade flickered in the light eerily. Monette shuddered, then quickly unstrapped the battered iron shield from her back. With the shield on her right arm, the gnome seemed to grow taller. She stood straight and unafraid, moving instinctively in front of the more vulnerable casters. ((no disparagement here! clothies 're squishy))
Something lashed out, drawing blood. A streak of crimson slashed across Monette's face, which was only partially protected by her dwarven-forged helm. The gnome slashed back. There was no indication that the enemy had been wounded by the sword.
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Post by celune on Feb 22, 2008 0:11:44 GMT -5
"F-fool!" Celune hissed. "B-back, everyone! G-GO!"
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Post by celune on Feb 22, 2008 11:07:35 GMT -5
((Arg, I was going to have it further down the way, and bigger! *poke* I was setting up a mood, gosh darn it!))
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Post by shatterlune on Feb 22, 2008 13:24:48 GMT -5
((deleted my post, wasn't sure where this was going, feel free to plot it out however))
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Post by celune on Feb 22, 2008 14:02:41 GMT -5
((KK, thanks. Ima give the other few who are taking part a chance to respond before I take it any further. ))
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Post by Patsee on Feb 23, 2008 1:58:03 GMT -5
Shade drew out his daggers and smirked. "Finally, some excitement." With a leap to Monette's left, he lashed out at the fiend that was attacking. While parrying one of it's strikes, Shade was able to sneak a slash against his enemy. Even hearing Celune's call for everyone back, he still insist he kept on fighting.
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Post by tyhlae on Feb 23, 2008 12:23:16 GMT -5
Tyhlae let out a low curse and spoke in rapid Thalassian to the dragonhawk, "Get back, Rih! Now!" Tyh curse again as she saw the other two ignoring the spellcaster. The dragonhawk obeyed her huntress, but not before letting out a breath of fire in front of the gnome and Sin'dorei. Meanwhile, Tyhlae backed up a ways and fired arrows, most imbued with magic, at the unseen enemy.
What was she even fighting? It seemed perhaps Celune had a better idea and so Tyhlae kept an eye on the woman to see what she would do.
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Post by Patsee on Feb 23, 2008 13:30:40 GMT -5
After continues slashes, Shade still couldn't tell if this thing was even taking damage. With Rih's firebreath as it's way of telling them to back off, Shade figured he better listen and backed up.
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Post by celune on Feb 23, 2008 14:15:13 GMT -5
After a split-second's deliberation, Celune raised her right hand, unleashing an explosion of arcane power that flooded the tunnel with sudden light and made the creature they faced give a screaming roar of pain as it was simultaneously struck and blinded. It turned and coiled back on itself, blinking great blinded rotting eyes. It was dragonish and hulking and black, filling the corridor ahead of them with its undead malodour. Celune followed the arcane blast with a frost nova, attempting to seal the creature momentarily in place.
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Post by shatterlune on Feb 23, 2008 15:41:29 GMT -5
Following the mage's advice, Monette backed up a few paces, unstrapping a halberd -- many times her height -- from her back in the process. She hurled her battered sword at the strange undead dragon, more to get rid of the broken weapon than anything else. The shield was undamaged from the battle, so the gnome dropped it behind. She gripped the halberd tight, her eyes focused on the enemy.
She searched for a weak spot, aiming a stab at the throat. The sharp blade slid off something and impaled one of the thing's feet. Monette grunted as she jerked the weapon out and attacked again. In this manner, the warrior began jabbing comically at the enemy, most of her blows landing - some skidding off the creature's scaly exterior.
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