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 Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 11:01 pm
Anedia looked the two over. Sure, they had their similarities, however there was enough to show that they didn't seem to be related. "You get used to the Ghostlands after a while." The Ranseur made its way to her shoulder as she stepped forward towards the new person, arm holding the weapon from falling off.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 2:31 pm
angilias walked along the shiny roads of silvermoon playing with her long back hair. her green eyes and deep fur color really shone through her leather armor. short for a tauren she walked along. she was obviously a shaman. carefree and happy she walked on not paying attention until *thud* she walked right into the other tauren. she looked up and blushed fomr embarrassment.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 11:44 am
"I'm sure one does, and I know I will... one day," she laughed a little.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 5:05 pm
a undead death knight walks past angilias slight glances over the keeps on walking people moved out of his way every one could since a strong power within him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 1:32 pm
angilias felt a deep shiver in her spine as the undead passed her. undead didint usally settel well with her to much anyways but this one really caught her attention.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 4:46 pm
a priest comes up to him and wants to duel him the undead just smirks when the duel began he put curse on the priest. the priest try to heal her self but every time she try to heal the healing would cause pain to the priest.the death knight summoned two ghouls. clearly out numbered and out preformed the priest gave up the death knight walked along.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 9:32 pm
Vennit shambled his way into Silvermoon. The part of his brain that hadn't rotted away yet told him that he'd been here before, a long time ago. Gripping his staff in his left hand, he shuffled his way past the main gates. The guards watched him with their eyes. Stupid elves. He knew they were suspiscious of his kind. Or it could just be the smell. It's not like he really cared, anyway.
Throwing back his tattered hood, he looked around the streets for a signpost.
God it was bright here. Vennit only had one remaining eye, but for some reason this town was like walking through a giant mirror. He scrunched up his withered and decayed facial features, using his staff for a crutch as he moved his rotted bones closer to a nearby signpost, looking for the nearest Alchemist.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 11:11 am
((Gencamp is a first aid, Undead, Warlock, helping people, and pretending to save enemies, by pretending to be a Human doctor in Alliance camps, and slicing their heart open.))
**Gencamp was in Silvermoon city, hoping to buy a white suit to look like he really is a docter.** "The Cloth Armor shop might have a white suit for me, and maybe a rusty knife. Come on, Pick" **The Voidwalker Pick followed Gencamp to a nearby armor and weapon store** "WAHOO!" he screamed. "Will you shut that Voidwalker up!" a nearby Blood Elf gaurd yelled. "Sorry, he has a problem with his mind. That's why I named him Pick." he said. "Well, that's a dumb name. Just go somewhere else." he commanded. **They walk away from the gaurd to the cloth armor store.** "Now you know why I hate elves. Like that Night Elf person that I sliced open." **As they walk, they walk past Vennit as they hope to find a white suit and a rusty knife at the armor store.**
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 4:08 pm
Vennit shuffled off towards the Court of the Sun, after spending what seemed like an eternity at the sign, trying to spark the decaying lump of gray matter inside his exposed cranium to remember how to read. His line of work with the Royal Apothecary Society was such that it didn't require reading. Plus he could always have another mage or a priest tinker around in his skull to fix things up if need be.
As he shuffled down the lane, he kept his hunched form straight, looking up occasionally at the people who glared at him and made a face as they hurried past. What fools. always hurrying to where they thought they needed to be. Death had a funny way of turning around everything Vennit ever believed when he was alive. He no longer had to worry about rushing anywhere. Nor did he care, for that matter.
As he turned the corner into the Court, he instinctively raised a hand up to his face, shielding his eye from the brightness this part of the city seemed to generate. He noticed a large green gem floating here. It caused a rather evil grin to spread across Vennit's grayed decaying face as he hurried off the the alchemists in this part of town.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 1:03 pm
"So, you got any rusty knifes?" Gencamp asked the weapon store clerk. "No, but if you put this dagger in water for a week, it outta do it." she replied. "OK then, how much?" he asked. "Fifty-nine silver." she replied. "Alright." he said, giving her the money. "GRUGGH... GRAHHHH!" someone screamed as other people gasped in horror. "What the?" Gencamp said as he ran out the door past a crowd, circling the sound. When he got past the crowd, he saw the gaurd that asked him to dismiss his Voidwalker with a dagger, stuck in his throat. "What the hell happend?" he asked a gaurd trying to make the crowd back up. "We don't know, we just heard screaming, and all of a sudden he fell to the floor with a dagger in his throat." he replied. Pick then walked to the dead gaurd and stared at the cut. "No Pick, it's too late for him. He's dead." he told the Voidwalker. Gencamp instantly thought in his mind, "This isn't the Alliance way to throw a dagger at a enemy right in the middle of a busy street. Scourge attack head on, but they would attack the gaurds in the entrance, not the middle of the city. This has to be the work of a race from the Horde."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 4:50 pm
Vennit arrived at the alchemy table off to the side in the Court of the Sun. The elves currently hunched over and working there glanced up briefly at the newcomer, though they turned their noses up at him and showed their distaste for one of the Forsaken showing up. Here, Vennit truly stood out among a city who's inhabitants all had similar hair, height, and clothing style. Vennit's posture was nearly bent in half like that of a troll. His clothes were a mixture of purple and black, dirty, smelly, and badly in need of mending. His dessicated features caused him to look like an eyesore among the fair-skinned elves.
Ignoring them completely as if they weren't there, he walked over to a free table and shoved everything on it to the edge of the table with a swing of his bony arm. He slapped a stack of yellowed musty paper on the table and started thumbing through them, finding a recipe he had been working on for the Society. Grasping it tightly in his hand, he took out another paper, official-looking this time and walked over to the head alchemist, where he thrust the musty document under his upturned nose.
Clearing his throat with a rather large amount of hacking and coughing, he finally spoke in a raspy, reedy voice befitting his role as a member of Faranell's workers.
"Under order of Master Apothecary Faranell, Head of the Royal Society to Her Majesty, The Dark Lady, I come here to work on several serums and potions we are currently brewing. Your stocks and supplies will be of great boon to us, and should you deem it, We are ready to provide compensation." Leaving the paper in the elf's hands, he returned to the table and started working immediately as if the previous conversation had been forgotten entirely as soon as the words had escaped his lips.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 7:22 pm
Standing from the dead body, most elves blamed some of the Forsaken people who came here moments ago. They even tried to rip Gencamp to pieces, but he managed to show them he wasn't near him. "MYSTERY!" Pick yelled. "That's right Pick. We need to close the entrances and exits in order to find him." he said. "That's really stupid of a Forsaken, if we close the doors, he'll be stuck in here and will kill everyone!" a gaurd said. "Yes, but he could kill everybody here anyway, and he'll be able to get away with it, fool." he replied in a harsh voice. "We need to search every corner of this place to find him... or her." he said to the crowd. "But, what if-" a random person said as he was interrupted by Gencamp as he said, "It's either us, or everyone." Gencamp said in a cold, dark voice. Everyone nod their heads at Gencamp, or stuck their nose in the air, and began to block
the entrance and exits, or search for the killer.
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