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Void Dragoon Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 12:38 pm
Mallix worked her way quickly up the stairs, Krix squawking quietly to himself as he bobbed up and down on her shoulder. She slowed as she reached the top of the stairs, her pace becoming that of one who was overly cautious. In the distance she noticed an open door, with some people standing in it's open hallway. "Hmmm... Silvermoon has become much more interesting as of late, it would seem..."
Mallix crept her way towards the door, not wanting to announce her presence just yet. Her right hand lay against her side, ready to draw her weapon should she need it as she felt along the wall with her left, facing the doorway as she went. Waiting until the doorway was cleared as the others made their way, she felt it safe enough to enter. "Sinu a'manore," she said to the orc blocking the door as she bowed in respect, throwing her black cloak back behind her.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 8:47 pm
Feeling quite embarrased, Ravox adjusted his hood so that it was lower. he headed down the hall to see quite an audience, and he suspected as much. He was, however, surprised to see how powerful they looked. Ravox decided that it was best he stayed in the back until addressed. It seems that there are some powerful people here... Thrall, what's going on?
((I have the block that writers get.))
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 11:19 am
The room was almost completely full of members of both the Alliance and Horde, and the tension could probably be cut with a knife.
Sensing some unfamiliarity, Rodaldreg cleared his throat. "Silence, please. Although we are still missing some of those that were summoned, we may begin."
"I think, first, that some introductions are needed." the elder tauren gives a nod to the orc, gesturing with one calloused, meaty palm.
The orc gives a sharp salute, his hand finally, tenuously, leaving his weapon. "I am Urgrim Bladedance of the Warsong tribe." he says sharply and loudly, with the tone and volume natural to an experienced soldier.
Roda looks expectantly at Urgrim for a moment longer, perhaps waiting for him to continue. With a small shrug, Roda continues for the orc. "He is my bodyguard for the time being." He looks towards the night elf, seemingly continuing the introductions in a counterclockwise manner.
"Elara. I am ranger-general of the Sentinels, second in command in Darnassus. I'm here as a sort of ambassador." she grins wickedly, arms folded across her smallish chest. "Oh, and this is Serenity." The massive tiger at her side gives a little throaty mew, licking its lips.
"Faladrim Skystrider, High Paladin and Magister of Silvermoon City." the glowy blond-haired blood elf says, giving a small bow and a kind smile. You can hear a sort of musical clinking coming from his crystalline sword, something that sounds almost like voices. If you've ever been in Shattrath City, the tone is somewhat familiar. This paladin is Chosen by A'dal.
You also notice, for the first time, that Faladrim's eyes are not normal for a blood elf. Whereas the average blood elf's eyes are a strong glowing green, his are somewhere between blue and green. The green seems almost faded, giving way to blue.
"I am Helga Benedict, emissary from Undercity. Pleased to meet you." she says with raspy sweetness. Even from where you stand in the room, you can feel an extremely strong malevolent force about her. It seems to conflict with the aura surrounding the paladin, although no words or glances are exchanged between the two.
"Satisfatory at best," Roda says with a small grin, eyeing the orc. "Now, lets get down to business. Helga, Faladrim, if you would, please."
The undead priestess and the paladin begin a slow, low chant, their voices harmonious with one another's. A few moments later, the room is suddenly stuffy, with no airflow. The two end the chanting, and look at the tauren expectantly, as if the advanced spell had absolutely no effect on them whatsoever.
"Thank you." Roda says. "Helga and Faladrim have erected an anti-magic and scrying barrier around this room. It is made stronger by combining their magics together."
The comment was made mostly for the melee warriors in the room, as what was just done was easily recognized by the casters.
"Now we are immune to spying, unless of course there are spies among us in this room," he says with a small chuckle, as if such thing were impossible.
"A week ago, Thrall and Jaina, in Orgrimmar and Ironforge respectively, went to sleep. That night, for whatever reason, they entered a state that was half fever, half coma, and did not awaken for three days afterward. When they finally awoke, they were panicked, disturbed, and shaking. Something had happened in their dreams to disturb them so much.
From what the Dragonqueen, the Warchief and the Archmage have told us, we think it is the awakening of an Old God."
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 4:05 pm
Helkast looked up at each new arrival, but returned his attention (or appeared to) back to his cleaning relatively quickly. He didn't want to stand out, satisfied to quietly observe the other occupants of the room. When the tauren spoke again, Helkast started, tucking the cloth back into his pack and settling forward, paying careful heed to the introductions. The orc reacted exactly as Helkast expected - clearly a very straightforward individual. Helkast's eyebrows rose slightly as the night elf spoke. A Ranger-General? This must be serious. He didn't recognize the titles the blood elf claimed, but didn't doubt his authority. Judging by the level of ornamentation on his armor and the strength of his voice, he was high indeed in Silvermoon. As the undead spoke, Helkast's brow furrowed. She projected a ...you couldn't call it evil, there was no inherent moral feeling in it, but certainly dark and menacing, aura. He supposed she might be one of those priests who embraced the mirror of the Holy Light, and destroyed their enemies with shadow.
As the two divine spellcasters warded the room, Helkast watched them shape the protective magics, a tiny rune on his temple winking to life. He memorized the pattern they laid for his own future use -- although he couldn't channel the same divine energy they could, he had found if he replicated the pattern closely enough, the effects were nearly the same. When the tauren explained the magic's purpose, Helkast sat up straight. Here at last was the reason behind his summons, and judging by the exalted positions held by the emissaries attending, it was very important. The tauren continued, expounding the racial leaders' mysterious illness. Helkast was inwardly disturbed, though he showed no outward sign. But when the tauren mentioned their reasoned suspicion, his already ashy-grey skin paled further. An... An Old God?! Ragnaros was only a lieutenant of those ancient malevolences, though he was worshipped as one by the enslaved Dark Irons, and his power was far beyond any other elemental being on Azeroth. Helkast could only imagine the terrors that would be unleashed upon the world if a true Old God awakened.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 5:43 pm
[Sorry 'bout late entrance. .-.]
Fattomius's feet gently waddled across the beautiful floor as he casted Blink, sending directly into the room of where everyone else was. "Sorry for the late entry, my Tiger had a little trouble with the rabbit.." Fatsos boggly eyes drifted from left to right, glancing at the room of warriors and great fighters there. Sitting down on his Robe, Fatso blinked, and wondered what he had missed. Poking Helkast, who was conveniently right next to him, Fattomius whispers him a quick question. "Pssst, what's going on?" Giggling, Fatso looks at the chocolate stain on his robe, and gently brushes it away. the stain spreads a bit more as the fat elder gets a bit frustrated, his demonic arts kicked in as a hole burnt a hole in his cloak. "BLOIT!"
Shutting his mouth, Fattomius looked down with his chubby flustered cheeks, studying the crowd, he looks back down again, magical energy was slowly leaking out of the chestpiece, he would have to repair it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 10:04 pm
Vallon's eyes widened as he took in the array of lethality spread out before him. Having come into the room just early enough to have heard the introductions, he quickly gave his best formal bow, and sat down in a chair as the anti-magic shield was erected. Sensing the powerful magic pulsing about the room, he looked around, his trained eyes picking out the faint disturbances in the air that marked the barrier of the shield. Wow... these guys mean business. He was broken out of his reverie by the words 'old god', and his head snapped around to look at the speaker. WHAT? His practiced self-control was the only thing that kept him from shouting the word out loud, but even so he sat bolt-upright in his chair, eyes round as saucers. He started playing with the hem of his sleeve out of nervousness, and if someone standing near him sniffed hard enough, they could smell a faint odor of ozone.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 8:32 am
"An Old God?" she gasped, startled. "Does anyone know anything of which Old God it is? From what I've heard, Old Gods do not share the same powers, and the Old God's identity may reveal a great deal of how to combat it...."
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 9:20 am
Kayariy "An Old God?" she gasped, startled. "Does anyone know anything of which Old God it is? From what I've heard, Old Gods do not share the same powers, and the Old God's identity may reveal a great deal of how to combat it...."
The priest, now seemingly glowing a faint purple, chuckles darkly, her arms folded over her rotting chest. "You are a mage, are you not? I would have guessed you'd be the smart one." she says in a low, acidic tone, fixing the draenei with an amused glare.
"Idiot. There are only a handful of Old Gods known to the world, and I dare not speak their names. There is no magical list from which every Old God in existence was politely asked to sign its name so we may call attendance later. They are in hiding, asleep, or dead. We have no idea how many there are. There could be hundreds, thousands, or just a handful more."
At this, she moves from the shadowed corner, crossing the room towards the draenei mage. She moves into a beam of sunlight, which seemingly ceases to exist upon hitting her aura. "Do you know...what you're getting into, child? Do you understand the magnitude of this situation?" she asks, grinning darkly.
"Thats enough, Helga." the ancient tauren says, gesturing for Helga to leave the girl alone.
The priestess chuckles as she moves back to her corner, continuing to stare the draenei down with a small grin on her lips.
"But...I'm afraid Helga's words have a ring of truth to them. We know incredibly little of what this entity is capable of."
"I have, however, been in contact with the Dragonqueen, Alexstrasza. It is thanks to her that our leaders are not dead, or worse. The Old God was aiming to kill that night, and its a miracle they are still alive. This being knew exactly where to strike. We guess- and everything we have right now is a guess, that this Old God has spies working for him. Anyone could tell you whos in charge of Azeroth, thats not the issue-"
The tauren rubs his forehead, a rare look of frustration on his face. "You understand how difficult this is, of course."
"I want you all to understand the risks," he continues. "This is not average mercenary work. I don't know what will be involved in stopping this Old God, but there is a chance combat will be involved, and there is also a chance that you will die, earthmother forbid. You may be gone for weeks or months."
"You will, of course be paid, and you are entitled to any treasure you may find along the way, excluding artifacts, of course. Upon your return you will be a hero. You will be given everything you have ever desired, and you will become considerably wealthy. But money is just an afterthought here. There is more at stake, far more.
...You must do this for your loved ones, your nation, and the very world. Because if you do not succeed...if the Old God fully awakens, returns to the surface...every one of us on this planet is dead."
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Void Dragoon Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 11:57 am
A caw rang out in the small room as Krix flapped his wings, obviously disturbed about something. Mallix cooed and purred to him, stroking his decaying obsidian feathers as a mother would caress a child. She grinned to herself, listening to what was being said from one corner of the room. She had made her way there to sit and wait for the rest to show up when she'd found out there were more that had been summoned.
She waved a hand in the air dismissively. "Pah, an Old God? You expect us, mere mortals, to combat a being that has been around since before this planet's creation? What you ask of us is suicide." She shook her head and pulled back her hood, making sure not to let it catch on her ears as it came off. "But then of course, some of us have less to lose than the rest." The familiar, malicious grin crossed her face once more, the one so comfortable there that it hardly looked out of place.
Mallix stood up slightly and bowed, talking very quietly as she straightened. "I have lost my kingdom once to b*****d forces that think themselves entitled. It will not happen again!" She had almost a frenzied look in her glowing red eyes as she held out her bow forward. "No matter how idiotic this might be, I will do what must be done. On my honor, I will not fail you." She bowed once more before taking her seat again, pulling her hood back over her head, and the silence once more dropping over her.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 12:35 pm
Faladrim speaks, his voice gentle and deep, for an elf.
"I don't think anyone here makes allusions that this will be a safe endeavour. Suicide, perhaps. But it something that must be attempted, tried in the very least."
He looks at the gnome, the draenei, the orc, speaking, in turn, to everyone.
"I would not think less of you if you chose to leave the room right now, to turn a blind eye to what has happened and forget it. But if not you, then who? You are our finest warriors, diplomats, researchers. When we summoned you, we summoned the best."
"Likely they are cowards," the priestess says. "I think your words are wasted, Exemplar."
Sighing, the High Paladin shoots a look at Helga, a note of hopelessness in his voice. "We have to try. Someone has to do something. If worse comes to worse, just before the world ends...you'd know you had a chance to prevent it, and you walked out."
Rodaldreg, regarding the paladin with a small smile, turns at last to Mallix.
"I thank you, huntress. I'm glad for your assistance."
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 6:07 pm
Ravox chuckled behind his hood, as if a child was talking of becoming the next Rexxar. "Don't act like this is a choice. Any of us leave this door right now, it's more likely than not someone finds that out. And when someone finds out, everyone finds out. And when everyone finds out, you're a dishonorable b*****d who didn't want to go save the world. Clever move too, I might say. We're a suicide mission that's here to test what happends when we oppose this Old God, right? We have two options, fight or flight. Both lead to a miserable death. For some odd reason, I think some of our more important guests will be too ill to fight this Old God, correct?" It all makes sense now, damn, I've been falling behind so I'm sent on this suicide mission? The cold b*****d.
((Shortish, sorry.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 1:06 am
((Thats okay biggrin Hope I'm not pushing you guys into this too fast, I really don't want to railroad it))
Rodaldreg smiles warmly, gently at the young orc. He is a shaman after his own heart, and the elderly tauren feels some connection with him.
"I understand why you feel threatened, but know one thing: this is not a punishment. The Lady Jaina and Thrall have not hand-picked you because they wanted to send you out for milk like a naughty child. You have been chosen because they believe in you. Of any of the thousands of skilled mercenaries and healers, you are who was summoned.
I do not know much of Lady Jaina, unfortunately, but I do know that Thrall never, ever sends anyone to their deaths. Ever. For any reason, especially not this undertaking, however grand and seemingly-impossible it may be. Not even the lowliest peon, Ravox."
The night elf, Elara, speaks up. "We needed someone who was capable and dependable, but also someone who didn't have large responsibilities to deal with. Many of us here-" she gestures to the other figureheads in the room, "have armies or cities to run, defend. Our enemies will not take a day off if we decide to leave. Also," she chuckles darkly, "someone would notice if the High Priestess of Undercity, the Sentinel General of Darnassus, the High Paladin of Silvermoon and Thrall's own right hand suddenly disappeared. The more discreet this is, the better. The Old God has spies everywhere. He would find out, and act accordingly. We have a better chance of stopping him this way."
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 7:57 am
She nodded. "If there is an Old God awakening, and I can truly help, then I will definitely help. Even if we get killed, if we can stop the Old God from awakening, that price is worth it."
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 7:03 pm
Ravox looked towards the Tauren, thinking. I... will die if I go... I also, will die even more so on the inside if I don't... Ravox felt a connection with this Tauren. However, he felt this was impairing his judgement so he thought even more on the subject. To be a Hero and a fool, or a Coward and intelligent... He... He did know my name. How did he know my name? Did they really hand select me... No, no, they're trying to fool me... Hell, what does it matter? I'm dead either way. I may as well go with what the elements tell me to do... And, I do feel a connection to this shaman. Also, I am mostly traveling so it makes sense that they would pick me... I suppose it fits. Ravox began, "I..." Stopping himself, he pulled down his hood revealing his face. "I will attempt to help also... Would it be beneficial for me to keep track of our journies in some sort of text?" he asked, as if he were asking to pick up milk on his way to the Auction House.
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 8:48 pm
((Sorry guys, I've been studying hard for exams and stuff, so haven't really had time to do anything else.))
Fatso, he smiled at the comment that the priest had threw at him, he giggled a bit, and replied - "Very unlikely, I would like to see some action. It has been quite a while.." With his unusual attitude towards this group of people, the darkness in his heart began to pulse as he licked his lips. This will be my opportunity to redeem myself from the downfall that has befallen me, but, to work with those I despise... It will be a very difficult task. Grunting, Fatso smiled and prepared himself. Conjuring a Master Firestone, he put one in his pocket. "Be right back, guys. I gotta go to the bathroom."
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