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 Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 3:04 pm
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 6:01 pm
((But... but... we need more commanders. T-T ))
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F a i t h s R e v e n g e
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 6:38 pm
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 6:59 pm
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F a i t h s R e v e n g e
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 7:09 pm
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 2:07 pm
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F a i t h s R e v e n g e
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 6:51 pm
[[ Yeah. it shows as
_____ claps, clearly unimpressed. ]]
[[ Or applauds. /shrug ]]
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 8:03 pm
A young blood elf female ran her fingers through her hair, thinking of what she could encounter next. She had just recently come to the ability to be able to visit Outlands, and the entire place excited her. She conjured herself some water, a drank keenly from the magical container. With a small sigh, she headed towards the other side of the room, she grabbed a book and sat down to continue reading.
"Study, study, study, that's all Magister Jacob tells me too," she complained out loud.
She glanced around the room, thoroughly bored with the whole place. Four stone walls with bright blue carpets adorning the ground, and magical instruments and books littering the shelves that took up every wall of the small room. Her cot was off in the corner, the little bit of wall she could actually see in the whole room beside it, and yet another bookcase magically hovering above the cot. At first she was apprehensive to sleep there, but she had grown used to trusting the magic. The glowing blue chandelier on the ceiling, while at first amazing her, now just seemed to be a constant reminder of the magic that was out in the world, the magic that was hers to claim, and she was stuck here, under the "tutelage" of the Magister, if you could call it that. He never seems to be around, she thought to herself. I'm supposed to be learning the arcane arts, understanding more about the Weave and what makes us mages strong, and here I am, studying dusty old textbooks with nothing interesting in them. I ought to be outside, actually experiencing the world.
She sighed again, and sat at her desk. Potion bottles and alchemy recipes were strewn about the desk, and she started glancing over one, when an apprentice mage walked into her room.
"Yes, apprentice, what's the problem," she asked.
Little did she know that the report she was about to receive would change her life forever.
Edit: {{DAMNIT. I forgot to post my application. Ugh. I don't tend to "apply" to RPs I do, just join into them and my character is revealed to others over time. Is that okay?}}
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 12:16 pm
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 11:43 am
((Sure Max. Lol. By the way, my internet was eaten by Oblivion, so sorry about not being on.)) Seimok looked at the other commander, before annoyed that she could not think of anything, and now was annoyed that she had comed up with something brilliant that he had not. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to smile and tell her that the idea was brilliant, or take all of the fame for the incedent. In any case, Seimok was going to make it seem like he still thought Illidan was sane until the toher commanders showed up. "In the meantime, we should probably do something about the Nerubian and Undead threat. It's quite obvious that they not only outnumber our troops alone but they are more powerful. Arthas' very presence seems to be empowering them... As much as I hate to say it, the hit and run tactics similar to Thrall's would probably be the best for the situation." Seimok finished, thinking for a momment. We need to stay near the coast... the minute they surround us they get an amazing choke hold on us. ((As I said, my interwebz was out, so I beat WCIII ROC twice, and WCIII FT twice. sad Such a boring day...))
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 4:35 pm
Liliana nodded, and yawned.
[[ writers block blahhhh ]]
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 10:55 am
Seimok wanted to hit Liliana. Hard. This was some serious buissness (Lulz) and she didn't seem to care a small bit.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 11:04 am
[[ Arthas is serious business. ]]
Liliana then mounted her Dreadsteed, "I'm gonna go back to my camp, it's getting late..."
[[ I think. ]]
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 5:09 am
Grimes rode his golden steed down the road slowly he turned his head watching the various creatures roam around.
He rode into Shadowmoon Valley towards the Black Temple.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 2:14 pm
"Hold, commander." Seimok said as a Fel Orc messanger came. "I see... we may have more time then we thought earlier, someone's approaching the Black Temmple and Illidan demands reinforcements... We'll send the naga, so that we can get more time... I'll alert Lady Vashj, disperse." Seimok said, coughing a bit afterwards, wondering if he was going to be able to lie to Lady Vashj.
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