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 Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 9:56 am
Name: Tai'jin Vitterfolk Akka'sum
Titles: Bookworm
Nicknames: Tai
Race: Mother: Zandalar, Father: Darkspear
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Class: Mage
Occupation: Inscription and herbalism
Languages: Zandali, Orcish
Likes: Writing, reading, exploring new places
Dislikes: Selfishness, people who talk but don't act
Favorite Foods: Pie <3
Favorite Drinks: Most wines, especially jungle fruit wines
Favorite Colors: Blue or green and gold
Weapons of Choice: A whole barrage of spells
Hobbies: Exploring new areas, visiting librarys, restoring old books
Alignment: Principled
Loyalties: Horde?
Physical description: Pale blue skin that is complemented by dark blue hair. Tai usually keeps her multiple braids tied back out of her face. She likes to wears blues and greens that go well with her complexion but likes purples also. She has multiple piercings in her ears, two large hoops and a few studs with a cartilage hoop on her left ear. Tai has a large tattoo of tribal designs on her right shoulder that spills over her arm. Every time she visits somewhere new she will add to the design.
Personality: Tai'jin can be quite serious as she helped raise the family she lived with. Her outlook on life is a lot older than she is in years and yet she is still fun loving and very social on the surface. The troll loves to mingle with people and find out about them though it is also not uncommon to find her browsing in the libraries or old collections of tomes. Talking with her can be intriguing and yet is punctuated with sudden physical expressions of how she feels. Tai is a lot more like her mother than she would know...
Combat Tactics: Observe from a distance. When ready, strike where it hurts!
Phobias and Weaknesses:
Pet Peeves:
Special Possessions: A green stone on a long strand of leather that she usually wears wrapped multiple times around her neck.
Origin: Malis left Yojamba Isle to explore the larger continents. There she met Kifo with who she, even though he was older then her by quite a bit, spent a few years together. Malis grew fiercely enamored with him and believe that he shared the same emotion in kind. She ended up pregnant and had a daughter she named Tai'jin. Traveling with a child was hard and so she settled down in a secluded spot protected from the other tribes while Kifo hunted for them until she could travel once more. A few months later he dissapeared, never to be heard from again. Malis chucked it up to his wanderlust, she had seen clues in his behavior and had tried to shrug it off. She left her daughter in the care of a troll/orc family in Booty Bay who were on their way to live with the Darkspear trolls on the other continent.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 9:57 am
Name: Amirynth Niaomi Delnaria (Morningstar) Nicknames: Rynn Race: Sin'Dorei Gender: Female Age: 192 (around 23-24) Class: Demonology Warlock Occupation: Engineering and Mining Languages: Thallassan, Orcish, some Zandali Likes: Dancing, trinkets and findlings that she can turn into useful things, watching the sun rise Dislikes: Pain, weakness, cheating Favorite Foods: Strawberries Favorite Drinks: Fruit juices Favorite Colors: Reds and golds Weapons of Choice: Klathgrave Hobbies: Tinkering in her lab Alignment: Unprincipled Loyalties: The Symphony, the Sin'dorei, the Horde Physical description: The most obvious thing about Rynn at first glance is her eyes. While one is the normal bright green of the Sin'dorei, the other is dead, appearing silvery and clouded over. She usually keeps herself covered up and sticks to walls and other hidden places. If she ever exposed her skin, she is covered with scars and patches of scaled skin where the disease she was affected by left it's marks (kind of like eczema) Her body is frail, even to bloodelf standards and she speaks with stuttered whispers. Personality: Amirynth is soft spoken and shy. She prefers staying in the background and listening to others than being in the center of attention, a complete contrast to her former self. She hides her body, not wanting to show the scars and areas of skin that still show the signs of the decaying disease that had wracked her body. Most of the things she wears are nondescript and completely normal, another way for her to blend into the background. The one thing that used to get a rise out of her was her blood sister, Malis. She felt as if she owed the troll so much and yet could not re-pay it, and now never will. Amirynth did not think she was worth much but did anything for Malis, including ruin her own reputation and chances with the Symphony to try and keep her safe. If she wasn't around, Rynn felt that Malis wouldn't stay in one place for very long and tried to use that to save her, something that ended costing the trolls life. Rynn is learning to forgive herself for what she did and is making amends for what she has done. As time has gone on, Rynn has learned to be stronger and some of her old personality has started to show through. There is a firmness comes out when the going gets tough but right now that is hard to catch except by people who are close to her. Her greatest wish is to gain the strength enough to dance once more, that dream is one which keeps her going. She also have much more self confidence which has lead to her stutter not being as proliferant. Combat Tactics: Curse them at first, if they fall so be it, if not hit them with all you have until they are gone. Phobias and Weaknesses: Rynn is terrified of being alone which is ironic as she doesn't connect with people that well. She has a hard time communicating as she has a pronounced stutter, something she tries to cover by speaking very slowly and pausing after every few words. Because of the sickness, Amirynth is very weak and sometimes has trouble getting up in the morning, even to eat. She is slowly re-gaining her strength and no longer needs the demons for her strength except in times of high stress. Pet Peeves: Things being out of place Special Possessions: A long red dread kept in a silken pouch that is now coupled with a woven necklace inset with five gems, the most important one, a deep red crystal naturally formed into a heart. Both were given to her by Malis, her blood sister, the dread when they first became sisters, the necklace shortly before Malis died. Origin: Born Amirynth Niaomi Morningstar, Rynn grew up in a family of four. As the youngest she didn't have much contact with her sisters as they were already away in their own schooling. Her twin brother, Alaistair,It was said they shared half a brain each and they loved to unnerve people by finishing off each others statements. They had only just started their training in the arts of magic but he had never been too diligent with learning and Rynn often tutored him through the harder lessons, letting him 'copy' from her mind during their tests. He often stood up for her when the other kids would teased her about her stutter, something that she was always shy about. When Amirynth was attacked by a plagued bear and fell ill, he stood by her side and did all that he could to help out the healers. That day, Amirynth and many others had been chosen for the fire festival celebrations. She had practiced her dancing every eve after school to be picked, hoping to lead the festivities. No one spotted the enraged bear until it was too late and Rynn was one of the elves to be mauled before he was taken down and killed. Leg broken at the hip among other injuries, Rynn was bedridden for quite a while, her mind slipping in and out of feverish dreams. It was found out later that there was a tainted essence under the bears claws which had festered. The disease spread through out her body like wildfire leaving her incredibly weak and feeble. The life seemed to have been sapped away and she could no longer follow her hearts desire for even though her bones had healed, she would never dance again. Alaistair stayed by her side every night, sleeping with his hand in hers. That was until she went crazy. One night, Amirynth turned upon him, crying about needing more power, more strength. Alaistair ran to be by her side, not knowing what to do to help and was caught in her attack on the demons that had been whispering to her through her delirium. He watched as Amirynth got out of bed for the first time in months under her own power and then blasted him across the room as if he was a ragdoll. He felt himself grow weak and tried to stop her from leaving the room, not wanting his family to get hurt. The last thing he saw was a sudden recognition in her eye, the other damaged beyond repair. If it hadn't been for that moment he was sure that he would have been dead. That was the last time he saw his twin sister. Amirynth started to travel, anything to get distance between the manor and herself. For a long while she battled the demons within but it was a Sin'dorei, a powerful warlock named Kainen, who finally taught her how to keep in control. After coming to her senses, she took on the name 'Delnaria' to protect her family's name and struck out on her own to find a place to exist. It was while traveling that Amirynth met a troll who was also exploring. Malis, a Zandalari who was traveling to get away from her home village, had been caught trying to stalk a rather large dragon. It was by pure luck and fool-hardiness on the part of the male troll she had been traveling with and Rynn's own efforts that saved their lives. Malis swore that she would never leave Rynn's side until she repaid her debt and after a few years they became blood sisters. Soon Amirynth made her home in the newly re-built section of Silvermoon City, creating her lab for her works and experiments and providing a place for Malis to stay in between her forays in the jungles and other savage areas of Azaroth. Since living in the City, Malis made contact with a group of people who call themselves the Symphony and found a place among them. It was after that she asked Amirynth if she would like to join them also. Amirynth became the apprentice to Lord Archeon soon after his return from Northrend. He had promised to teach her how to become stronger and no longer need the power of the demons to survive, something Rynn has been striving for. However, this was to prove her undoing. By standing by his side and following his path she lost Malis to his hand, controlled by the Lich King. She blamed herself for Malis' death and did all she could to make up for her transgressions, becoming exalted with the Argent Dawn and fighting the scourge along side them. It was during those mission she first met a rogue named Zevron. A few months later Malis was found by Asinity in Sholazar Basin. What no one knew was that the death knight that was found was not actually Malis but a Drakkari-born named I'mani. They found out that the blade she was using was non other than 'Fateweaver' the blade that Archeon had used to kill Malis. I'mani discovered in turn a connection between Rynn and the Zandalari soul of her blood sister through a necklace that Malis had given to her before she died. As the warlock was no longer drawing on the demons powers, in times of great stress, she drew upon Malis' soul. This actually mean Amirynth was drawing from the death knight's powers and I'mani, realizing this, focused on killing her to break the 'curse' the 'lock had put her under. Since Malis' death, Zevron and Rynn had become good friends, going on more and more assignments with her and teaching what he knew about hiding in shadows. He was the one who found the house in Nagrand that became their home. When Amirynth was captured by the death knight, Zevron realized that she meant a lot more to him than he thought. He admitted his caring for the warlock which she returned in kind. However, I'mani was still a problem and when Rynn was almost killed it was only because of the intervention of Tai'jin, Mordagen, Asinity and Zevron that Malis's soul was switched with the Drakkari's and things were brought somewhat back to normal. Now Malis lives in Silvermoon City where she guards the axe which holds within the soul of the Drakkari so that I'mani will never plague another. Current Status: Currently Amirynth is finally starting to open up and re-gain her strength finally forsaking the path of the warlock and devoting her studies to the path of the flame. She lives with Zevron in their small, secluded place in Nagrand, working on becoming stronger and teaching each other. Zev is still teaching Rynn how to be sneaky and she is teaching him minor fire control. Rynn's home in Silvermoon City has been taken over by Malis who lets her sisters Kiowa and Nekali live there when they come to visit. Rynn visits on occasions when she can, sharing news with the troll and keeping up on the times. While he was on leave over Winterveil, a year ago now, Zevron asked her to marry him. Amirynth accepted and they were married on one of the floating isles over looking their home in Nagrand. While he is often away on his missions, they still make sure to spend time together when they can. Amirynth has recently been devoting her efforts in helping others rebuild after the Shattering. IRL (before her accident): Mairead Nesbitt, (showing technical aptitude) KayleeIRL (after her accident): The childlike Empress (showing her quiet voice, still looking for stutter)
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 9:58 am
Name: Malis Delnaria Vitterfolk
Titles: Shaman of the Storms
Nicknames: Troll
Race: Zandalar Troll
Gender: Female
Age: 48 (deceased)
Class: Shaman, mostly bent towards healing
Occupation: Skinning and Leatherworking
Languages: Zandali, Orcish, Thallassan
Likes: Fighting, pillaging, treasure hunting, dragons
Dislikes: Water! prissiness, having her hair cut.
Favorite Foods: Dragon-egg omelet
Favorite Drinks: Dews and the like
Favorite Colors: Blue and gold, or maybe red and gold
Weapons of Choice: 'Mah Fluffy!' (oh and fire totems and earth shock)
Hobbies: Chasing dragons and observing them, getting into trouble, collecting shinies
Alignment: Unprincipled (*totally stole Archeon's idea)
Loyalties: Her family (which right now has extended to the Symphony as a whole) The Spirit world, The Sin'Dorei, The Horde
Physical description: Dark blue tattoos on her arms stand out against Malis' pale blue skin. She has bright red eyes and more tattoos around her right eye and cheek that travel up towards her ear. One of her tusks has been broken off, the jagged edge worn down slightly showing that it happened a long time ago. Her hair is bundled into thick dreads which are adorned with chunky gold bangles at different points. They are long and reach mid to low back except where used to tie back the rest out of her face. The only jewelry she wears are two golden bracelets on each arm and a claw-and-shell necklace which the largest center claw is stained the colour of old blood. Her usual robe is in a long blue sleeveless style that is plane royal blue; the only decoration is a thin golden band around the hem. Over that she wears a red sleeveless jacked which flows down as long as her robe and is decorated in gold around the edges with a wide zigzag pattern close to the hems edge.
Personality: Malis is very wise though she chooses not to show it, preferring to act a little more dense so that others will explain things to her easier. She is a good listener and is one to go to for advice though she does have unusual ways to explain herself. Quite fun loving and very social on the surface, the troll enjoys to chat with other races to find out what makes them tic and learn new customs. Malis cannot read, she never had the desire to learn how. She can figure out certain words, however and has a spelled quill that she paid dearly for that transcribes her words onto paper. This leads to very interesting letters as it transcribes her speech patterns as well. Malis is learning how to read, a task she was given upon joining Symphony of Eternity. Malis is almost childlike in reactions, her unabated curiosity flavors all her thoughts and doings. The troll has a passion to explore and, while she can be quite suspicious around new people, once her loyalty has been won she is fiercely protective of them. This also means that if she finds someone, or some thing worthy of her attentions she will be loyal to them whether they like it or not. She is very spiritual in the respect that she believes that the Spirits are what guides her path, often letting them choose of her in cases where she cannot decide herself. It is common to see her spin around with her eyes closed and then start off in the direction she ends up facing. She does not see anything wrong with choosing this way and firmly believes that the Spirits probably know a lot better about the right decision than she, herself, does.
Combat Tactics: "Hit first, talk laters!" or "If ya can't get a hit in first; throw a few earthshocks until they be stoppin' to listen to ya!"
Phobias and Weaknesses: Malis hates the water... nothing good has ever come over it and in a respect she almost has an irrational fear of getting wet. She isn't even herself sure why she reacts in such away but, to her, all bad news has come with strong ties to water in some way, be it rain, by ocean or having to do with the rivers surrounding her. She never learnt how to swim and uses her water walking at every optional moment.
She also firmly believes that if she ever cut her hair then she would loose her strength and faith in the spirits. For this reason her hair is bound in dreads to keep it mostly out of the way. The only time she has removed one of her dreads was t give to her blood sister, Amirynth in exchange for the necklace she was given.
Pet Peeves: People who go back on their word, people who do things 'out of the good of their own heart'
Special Possessions: 'Fluffy' her axe; he is almost always by her side or in her traveling packs. Malis also has a necklace given to her by her blood sister made out of claws of the dragon they defeated and shells from the near by river. It is the only piece of 'water' Malis lets near herself as a reminder of the oath she gave that day. The center claw is stained with the mixed blood of the dragon, her own and Amirynth's, her blood sister. 'Bokbok' is her hawkstriders as a whole. If she talks about them separately the green one is lunch, the blue one is dinner and the red one was named by Rynn and called Crymsong. Malis doesn't usually differentiate, preferring to call them, and all other hawkstriders, Bokbok. She takes great care of them as they were given to her upon her acceptance into the Sin'Dorei. Her 'shinies' is her collection of crystals and other things that sparkle. She often doesn't know about what they are for, and doesn't even care if they are worthless or not, as long as they are pretty to look at.
Malis has a new 'bokbok' given to her by Peredhel who he named Bubbly. She is very grateful to him and is now one of her favorite of her mounts. Bubbly and Lunch are usually the ones she keeps around with her. Around the same time she found a mana wyrm essence in a package from Northrend addressed for Archeon. The wyrm is as yet unnamed...
Origin: Malis was born on the isle of Yojamba, the eldest of two, her sister's name is Kiowa who she still keeps in contact with. She had a pretty uneventful (which is relative) childhood where she trained under one of the most respected shaman of the Isle. One of her childhood friends trained with her named Voodoo. Later on, after they had grown old enough he tried to woo her but they had a disagreement which left things between them strained. Something she has always regretted. After he was chosen to start the path towards becoming one of the elder shaman of the village she decided to seek her fortune on the main lands. There she met another troll named Kifo and traveled around with him. They spent a few years together, even though he was older then her by quite a bit. Malis grew fiercely enamored with him and believe that he shared the same emotion in kind. She ended up pregnant and had a daughter she named Tai'jin. Traveling with a child was hard and so she settled down in a secluded spot protected from the other tribes while Kifo hunted for them until she could travel once more. A few months later he dissapeared, never to be heard from again. Malis chucked it up to his wanderlust, she had seen clues in his behavior and had tried to shrug it off. She left her daughter in the care of a troll family in Booty Bay who were on their way to live with the Darkspear trolls on the other continent. To this day she has not gone to look for her.
Malis began traveling once more, exploring every nook and cranny of the Eastern Kingdoms. Through her travels she has met many different groups of people but after an incident involving a large dragon (she tells the story differently) where she lost one of her tusks she turned her sights towards Silvermoon and the Elves of the Sin'Dorei. She gained a sister in Amirynth, a Bloodelf warlock and took on the new name of Delnaria. Amirynth introduced her to the Bloodelves and so Malis came to live in their city after Rynn became weaker and needed her help. Through hard work and many quests of her own she had won the favor of the Sin'Dorei and Malis is prepared to fight along side them any way that she can. Living in Silvermoon City with Amitynth lead to her joining the Symphony after she heard some stories of their actions and observed the way they treated each other. Her hope was that one day she would be accepted and have a family once more. Joni became her sponsor and was the one responsible for her learning how to read and write. Malis after that moment decided she wanted to write a book upon what she had learned of dragons and their ilk from all of her observations, something she never completed.
However things changed over time. Amirynth became the apprentice to Lord Archeon after his return from Northrend and became more withdrawn in her quest to regain her strength. Kiowa, Malis' real sister, showed up in the city looking for her to try and persuade her to come home. This accumulated into Malis and Rynn arguing over ties and the bloodelf's change and eventually the troll was thrown out of Rynn's home. It wasn't until she ended up having a chat with her sister Kiowa that she realized it may have been Archeon's hand who was responsible for the Sin'Dorei's change of heart. With that information in mind she went against Archeon and fell to his blade, Fateweaver, which destroyed her soul, leaving her body by his feet. Her body was taken by Kiowa, back to Yojamba Isle where is resides in peace.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 9:59 am
Name: Tyranithos Sunstriker
Titles: Knight (In the Blood Knight Order)
Nicknames: Tyr, Scholar Boy (By some Blood Knights in Mocking Tone), T
Race: Sin'dorei
Gender: Male
Age: Equivalent to about 20 in human years
Class: Blood Knight
Occupation: Miner and Goblin Engineer
Languages: Orcish, Thalassian
Likes: Tinkering, Studying History, A hard fought battle, Fighting Scourge
Favorite Foods: Any type of Meat, Current Favorite: Cooked rapter meat
Favorite Drinks: For the most part Water, However Tyr does enjoy some good alcohol now and then
Favorite Colors: Tyr really doesn't take time to think about stuff like that
Weapons of Choice: Sword and Shield, Or a good Two Handed Mace, And Numerous Explosive Devices
Dislikes: Scourge Above all, Gnomes and their lame contraptions, (Tyr is still very iffy about Forsaken, Because of what happened to his Family He is not ready to trust them yet)
Hobbies: Tinkering, Fighting Scourge, Tyr is very much into reading about past events and recording present ones.
Alignment: Lawful
Loyalties: The Blood Knight Order, The Symphony, The Horde as a whole, His Remaining Familly
Physical description: Tyranithos is a rather bulky, Of average hight, Muscular and Toned due to his recent journeys and constant battles. He has a hard yet intelligent face, Hiding much pain from his past. Tyr has one scar on the top of his right shoulder that looks to be from a blade. In his eyes you can see him constantly looking around and analyzing everything in sight. His walk seems precise and calculated much like everything he does.
Personality: Tyranithos Is mostly always calm and collected, always seeming to plan out his every move, weather it be what he will say next, or how he plans to bring up a topic. You could say he is always thinking 10 steps ahead of everyone else. When talking about the Scourge, Or anything relating to the scourge, Tyr Loses control of himself and usually puts all his planning aside and blurts our random ideas or thoughts, usually in fits of rage. Tyr usually tries not to let people get to close to him, in fear of his actions or weakness to be their downfall. Tyr would likely do anything he can to help someone who needs it, Weather it be a few coinage or help with any type of problem, he will find a way to help.
Combat Tactics:Tyr is an excellent Tactician, Every movment serves a purpose, every swing a direct objective. He has practiced most of his teenage years in combat with sword and shield and makes for a deadly combination, He uses his shield as more of a weapon than the sword paired with it. In Combat, Tyr is known to throw his shield, encased with holy energy, when it serves his means. Every attack in Tyr's chain leads to another that has already been planed. When Fighting scourge, Something inside of Tyr goes haywire and he throws all his caution to the side. He attacks them without regard for his own safety, or the safety of others. One can almost see the vengeance in his eyes as he goes berserk attacking them as if it was his last day on Azeroth.
Phobias and Weaknesses: The part of him that snaps when fighting scourge is his greatest Weakness. The danger he can put himself in, or his allies that are with him is enormous. Tyr also has a fear of people getting too close to him, or becoming attatched. He constantly worries how he would protect them, and doesnt want to lose them.
Pet Peeves: Tyr doesn't know how to trust Forsaken yet, He still sees them as servants of the Lich King, due to bad experiences with certain Forsaken. He is well aware of their aid, however, the link to the dead that they have is reason enough for Tyr to not trust them. ((Hopefully someone will be able to show him that they aren't all that bad)). He also doesn't really like the Blood Knights that impose martial law and think that their actions don't reflect the order.
Special Possessions: Tyr only has two things dear to him, He has a locket in the shape of a Shield on which is etched a Sun with a Sword running down the middle (His Family Creast). Inside the Locket is a small painting of his family, which his mother had painted, of Herself, His father, Sathel and Tyr. He has this around his neck at all times. The second is his fathers Engraved Sword.
Origin: (Ran out of time, Gotta finish later)
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:05 am
Amirynth walked in after a long day, a pile of items in her arms. She had spent most of the afternoon hunting for the right pieces for her projects, a task that had been a little harder than she had thought. Placing most of it by the doorway where she stored the larger items, Rynn stepped into the place she lived in Nagrand. It was then she noticed the figure standing in the middle of the room, it's back towards her. "Hello?" With a frown she stepped cautiously forward, hand open, ready to cast a spell as the figure turned towards her, drawing a dagger and extending his wrist blades on his left hand. At his crouch she took a step back before strengthening her resolve and uttering, "Why are you here? This is my home." The figure straightened up, speaking in a familiar voice. "Your home?" He chuckled as the helmet was removed to uncover long dark hair. "Since when was it only yours?" Zevron sheathed his daggers and retracted the wrist blade, a smile upon his face. The rogue looked much older than before, and yet his blue eyes still shone with merriment. He took a long look at the warlock who stood before him before lightly taking the items she still held in her hands as she stood there, speechless. "Didn't expect me did you?" He placed them to the side and stood back, the familiar grin upon his face. "Zev!" Rynn found her voice and darted forward. "I d-d-didn't think... Oh it's nice to see you!" She hugged him tight before letting him go, a little self conscious. She felt his hand upon her chin and then his lips upon hers as he pulled her in close. Leaning into him, the warlock felt his warmth surround her. The rogue grinned down at her, brushing her red hair out of her face, her mismatched eyes gazing into his. "The one and only!" Zev kissed her once more, hands cupping her face. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" He noticed she had changed also, a fire in her eyes, an aura that surrounded her. Gone was the shy, introverted girl he once knew. She still had a softness about her but now it was paired with a strength within that gave her confidence that she once did not posses. Rynn smiled lovingly, "It has... it has been so long, but I am g-g-glad you are ok. That you are safe." She reached up to run a finger down his cheek before noticing his hair pulled back into a long ponytail. Running her fingers through the long, dark strands she exclaimed, "Your hair g-g-grew..." The bloodelf tilted her head to the side as she examined him with new eyes. "It suits you,... even if it is a little d-d-different..." "Yeah, Imma hit up that Gobo in Dal for a cut as soon as I get back. This was the first place I came back to." He grinned down at the warlock, "Of course." The rogue hadn't let her go, his arm still wrapped around her waist. Even though he stood in heavy leather armor and his array of weapons upon his body, Zev felt more relaxed than he had in a while. "It is even better to see you. After staring at undead, bears, orcs and the colour blue, you are a welcome sight my love!" He picked Rynn up and twirled her around quickly before putting her back down and embracing her. "I'm g-g-glad, it is wonderful to see you." Amirynth squeaked a little as she was spun, her arms wrapping around his waist. His excitement was infectious and the stresses of her day just melted away leaving her feeling energized. Her red hair swung out behind her in the style she always wore it, almaost back to the length it was before it had been hacked off during her captivity. "I... I missed you too." When she felt solid ground beneath her feet she smiled up at him with a small giggle. "Oh Zev, b-b-blue is my -favorite- colour, just like your eyes." Many nights the warlock had worried about him in secret but there he was before her. She was very happy to see the rogue who had stolen her heart. Zevron grinned, remembering how Rynn always made him feel better, no matter what he had been through or what he was about to face. Together they had fought through insurmountable odds, fighting demons side by side, training together and then finally surviving the ordeal that had surfaced with Malis' return. Even now, she was someone he looked forward to come home to. One who cherished him and was there for him if he should ever ask. Zev turned towards the inside of their home and beckoned. "Come with me, I have something for you." The warlock nodded, following Zev into the darkened living area. Gone were the crates and piled of fabric, the clutter that had littered the floor and the bits of copper and iron ore. The surfaces were dust free and well kept, shelves filled with books that were stacked neatly. A shaft of light from above illuminated the small table where unlit candles stood. As Rynn walked in she lit the wicks out of habit with a flick of her finger, a testament to how strong she had grown. Slowly a warm glow filled the room and she stood before the rogue, the candlelight sending flickers of gold through her red hair. "Been busy?" Amirynth smiled at Zev, tilting her head to the side curiously. "You have no idea..." Zevron placed his helmet on the table and slid it aside along with a pair of gloves that had been hiding a small green ribboned gift. Picking it up carefully he turned towards the warlock and took a deep breath. "And fighting for my life every single day I've been gone has made me realize something. Life is short... I mean we're only getting older, and I'd rather die than live my life with you." He handed her the carefully wrapped gift before kneeling before her, looking up with his signature stupid grin. "Happy Winter Veil, Amirynth." She took the small gift with shaking hands. "Oh Zev..." Pulling at the ribbon gently Rynn let it fall as she pulled the delicate box from it's wrappings. She gasped as the jewel within was revealed, almost not believing what she saw before her. "So, what do you say Rynn. Will you marry me?" Tears sprung to her eyes as she looked down at the dark haired rogue. His blue eyes sparkled, drawing her in like they always did. He made her happy. She could be herself with out worry of what he thought of her, he gave her a place to live, a home and a reason to stay here. Amirynth was speechless for a long while, her mind racing. They had been through so much together and there was nothing more that she wished for in the whole of Azeroth and the lands beyond. "Zev..." She took the diamond from the box and slipped onto her finger. "I would b-b-be honored... I... I am... oh my..." Placing a hand on his shoulder she squeezed it lightly as she nodded, her smile mirroring his. Zevron stood, wiping the boat load of sweat from his eyebrows. "Great!" He wrapped his arms around Rynn and pulled her close, feeling her arms around his neck. Brushing her bangs away from her face he looked into her mismatched eyes he thinking about how he was the luckiest man alive. "I love you." "Oh Zev... I love you too..." She kissed him softly. The rogue chuckled lightly. "You know, I've battled the Scourge, watched my home city fall, braved the depths of Blackrock Mountain, faced the wrath of waking up Mordagen early, even flew on a wind rider! And you know what?" He let out a deep breath. "This was by far the single most nerve-wracking experience I've ever dealt with. Those few second when you were opening it... I almost died." He shook his head in disbelief. Amirynth looked up at him with a bright smile. "I'm g-g-glad you did not." She kissed him again, running a finger down his cheek before tapping his chin lightly. "You are an amazing person Zev... I am very lucky to have met you and now... I am the luckiest!" She felt the thing band around her finger and felt her heartbeat seem to quicken as she blushed softly. "I try, really hard." Zev squeezed his love tightly before taking another breath. "Now, the bad news..." At her concerned look he shook his head. "Well it's not horribly bad... See, the thing is, I'm only back for a short amount of time. They still need me... Apparently I'm skilled in what I do, imagine that!" He ran his fingers through Rynn's hair as he spoke. "You see... our unit is tasked with one of the major plots to take down Arthas... I'm not sure when they will call us back, we are on a break, but it shouldn't be that long..." He let out a worried sigh before smiling bravely. "But lets worry about that later eh? Lets enjoy the Now!" Amirynth tried not to look worried as she heard the news. She had heard stories about the battle up in Northrend. How the fallen get back up and joined the armies of the scourge. They had been directly affected by the scourge many times, the most recent when I'mani had attacked both themselves and the ones they cared about. Taking a quick breath and nodding decisively, she pushed back her worries. "I have faith in you. Try to stay safe and you will g-g-get through it fine." She clenched his fists in hers and held them up to her chest, looking into his eyes. "You managed to go toe-to-toe with I'mani and save my life. Arthas will be a p-p-piece of cake." The rogue nodded and squeezed back, "No one can take down the Magnificent Zevron!" He bent down to kiss her forehead before shaking his hair out of his eyes. "But alas, I need to get this hair cut... I'm just not me without my signature hair style." He winked and followed it with a reassuring grin, pulling away slightly, "I shall not be long. I plan to spend all the time I have off duty with you." There were a few more errands he needed to complete as well but they wouldn't take too long, her was sure of it. The warlock nodded again before she suddenly remembered the small parchment she had been working on. Holding up a finger she smiled, "I've been working on something... it's not as special as yours but I hope you will like it. I wrote it myself..." Moving towards the cupboard she pulled out a scroll that had been tied up with a dark burgundy ribbon, one that matched the tabard Zevron always wore. Walking back towards him she tilted her head to the side questioningly "Would you like your gift now, or when you get back?" "Now!" Zev almost exploded before she was done with her sentance. With a chuckle Rynn handed him the small scroll of parchment. It had been specially made so that it could withstand the elements so that he could take it with him without worrying about damaging it. Along with a simple sketch of Rynn and Zev together there was a carefully scribed poem. As she let the rogue read it, Amirynth recited the sonnet from memory. "Twin blades of steel move with such passion and grace
Inspiring protection to which thou doth employ
Demons of dreams doth vanish without a trace
To bring peace and caring, received with much joy.
Though the passage be hard and fraught with great pain
Through perils outnumbered and and wonders astound
Sacrificing all, thou ist of honor and fame
Unto which the random acts of fate hath bound
Thou tender, sweet face where upon I gazeth
Thy love, from thine eyes, my content I derive
Much steals my breath with fulfilled soul amazeth
As trust and raw courage shall together thrive
To finally feel yearning without measure
Mine be thy love and thy love is mine treasure" Zevron smiled greatly, "Perfect! I love it!" He carefully tucked the gift away in one of his many pockets and patted it gently. "I can't believe you wrote that! That's amazing. Literally the second best thing I have ever heard in my life!" The rogue nodded to emphasize his statement, his eyes twinkling merrily. "I see you write in that book of yours sometimes but never thought you were a poet." He saw her blush at his comments and pulled her in close to kiss her before she could say anything to the contrary. "I'm glad you like it Zev," Rynn was finally able to utter when she caught her breath. With a playful smile she raised an eyebrow, "So if that was the second best, what was the first greatest thing you have ever heard?" The warlock figured it was something he had found on his travels, maybe a song or something like the clang of steel. She could think of many things better, even the sounds of Nagrand in the early morning hours was something that she treasured. "That would be your heavenly voice." His simple statement caught her thoughts and blew them clean away. She felt her cheeks grow warm again and looked down, unable to hide the smile that was formed by his praise. Her heart beat faster in her chest and she leaned up against him, feeling his heartbeat in time with her own. "Thank you..." She uttered after she was able to think clearly once more. She felt his hand on her chin, pulling her face up gently and his lips on her as they kissed again. Rynn felt her knees weaken a little as she kissed him back, her breath catching in her throat. She was floating somewhere in the clouds, his hands on her shoulder the only thing tethering her to the ground. The rogue was the first to pull away, if regretfully. "I'm going to get this hair cut and pick up a few things from Dalaran. Got some people to see too since I'm back. Shouldn't be long though." Zevron knew that if he didn't start moving now he'd want to stay and he hoped to be back before the sun disappeared. If he timed it right he'd be back just in time for them to watch the sunset together. He turned to gather up his things, making sure his knives and such were in their customary locations. Turning back and grasping hold of Rynn's hand, Zev kissed it lightly. "Need anything while I'm out?" He looked up at her curiously. Amirynth shook her head with a grin, "Only yourself." "Well then I'll see if they got any of that in Dalaran." came the reply. Rynn laughed merrily, picking up the items she had come home with meaning to clean them up while he was gone. "I am sure nothing you find there can top the amazing Zevron..." She moved them to the now empty table and started organizing them into piles. There was a few things she wanted to get out of the way before his return. "Have a safe journey Zev." She smiled towards him. "You sure?" Zevron opened his eyes wide in mock disbelief. "They do have Doughnuts..." He chuckled lightly before making his way to the door, intending to make this a quick run. When he reached the door frame he turned and watched the warlock as she started to fuss with the items she had bought that day. Even though she was still quiet she had become quite open with him, even bantering back and forth some nights. He wasn't quite sure what it had been but something about her seemed to shine, that spark he had seen so very long ago when they had met had blossomed into something special. The rogue shook his head with a grin, "Oh and one more thing!" He called out as he left, "I LOVE YOU!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:07 am
I'mani stalked through the DeathGate, keeping herself upright was difficult but she was able to gather her strength from a few wandering ghouls nearby. With a growl she turned on the orc who was following her. Glaring at the unconscious elf she spat on the ground. "Must be keepin' her alive fer a little longer... bah, ah be almost tempted t' kill her now." She looked across the barren landscape with a frown. At least this place was better than the cavern she had used last time. She still wasn't quite sure what prompted the location, possibly that damned troll in her head, but the chatter had stopped for now at least. Beckoning him over, she started her way down to the holds nearby.
Vicious grunted as he followed, He realized that they could use this elf as bait but started to suspect I'mani might be taking things a little too personal. Regardless he pressed on after her his dark plate boots making a small clank as his foot left the snow and began on hard stone of the Necropolis. Craning his neck he looked over the on his shoulder once more. Elves, what did everyone see in them...No matter. If all went as planned there would be none left and he was content with that.
The deathknight moved in further, following the familiar passage-ways to the area she knew would be free of others for a long while. She needed to keep this prisoner for her own purposes instead of letting some other lesser knight take the reins. Jerking her thumb towards the stone corner where Rynn was to be placed she wandered over to grab rope and other restraints. There was a convenient set of hooks and rings and though she didn't really want to keep her around alive, I'mani wasn't about to take any more chances.
Vicious walked towards the corner, grabbing her by the back of her dress he lowered his arm to where she was to be set and dropped her. Standing upright he walked over to a small table and took his great helm off. Two huge braids of black hair fell down his face and landed on his massive shoulders. The blue glow of his eyes lighting up some more of the dimly lit parts of the room. He scowled as an upstart bloodelf deathknight walked over to him. "Hey, I like the mutton chops, Don't mind what everyone else says, it is totally in style now." Vicious narrowed his eyes into a glare his grey black face contorting into a scowl as the bloodelf and the ghouls next to him started cackling. A massive black hand reached over the upstarts' head, gripping it tightly and lifting it off the ground where he was standing. Vicious turned him so that he could be the elf's last thought before noticing the startled look on its face as its head crushed into a pulp and the body fell to the ground, the ghouls scurrying off instantly.
She turned and raised an eyebrow at the orc before smirking. "Play time be laters." She eyed the corpse on the floor before kicking it to the side and making her way over to the bloodelf. Quickly wrapping loops of rope around her arms and legs she hoisted Rynn up until she looked like a trussed up pig. "Heh... now ya not be doin' anythin' little witch." I'mani slapped the bloodelf with an open palm before spinning around on her heel and glaring at the only ghoul left in the area. She needed some way to regain her strength and this pile of bones would suffice. Turning on it she muttered a few words, expending the last of her runic energies into a spell that sucked the last of the creatures unlife. Stretching she grinned, licking her lips in reflex as the ghoul scattered into a pile of refuse. "Ahhh, that be much better..." She chuckled hollowly. "Now where we be?" Eying the elf she thought about the communicator. How was she going to contact Asinity this time?
Vicious snarled a little looking at the broken bloodelf before him before resting his eyes on the tied up girl. "What now" a deep cold chill of a voice lowly booms, directing towards I'mani. He really had no idea what this dead troll had in mind and frankly didn't care much as long as it furthered his own agenda.
"We be needin' t' be sendin' a message t' a certain bloodelf." The drakkari considered her options for a long moment. "With this face ah can be goin' around their blasted city wit' no opposition. We be needin' more warriors if we be doin' this right. She seem t' have peoples." I'mani ripped the tabard Rynn had been wearing off her chest with a smirk. What else could be the best way to get that paladin moving? "Ah be needin' ya t' be findin' some like minded... Ah be goin' t' see t' trolls... maybe t' Hakkari be good allies in t' fight. It be time t' be seein mah brethren... payin' them a visit..." She smirked, "We be takin' t' city by storm."
Vicious grunted with a nod, fully understanding. Grabbing his Rune Axe he began walking out of the Ziggurat, his dark plate boots once again going from stone into the soft white snow before making a death gate of his own. He was going to find a connection to this paladin through his friends. It was the perfect plan. Grinning a bit he walked slowly into the portal preparing for his next fight.
Kalastrophie sat by a tree near the cliff, watching the waterfall in Eversong. He hummed lightly, enjoying what little time he had off until he went back to Light's Hope.
"Hmm..I wonder where the Captain has been lately...." he questioned as he fiddled around with the chain mail upon his glove. "Hope nothing has happened to him."
As Kalastrophie pondered, a cold chill ran down his spine, and the air around him began to get cooler and cooler. Startled with the change of temperature, Kalastrophie looked around for the source of the chill. He turned to look behind him, only to be met by towering, dark, orc in black and blue plate armor. Thru a small opening at the bottom of the Orc's helm, Kala could see grinning teeth.
Kalastrophie, confused with the presence of a Death Knight, stared at the Orc. "Um...Hi?..."
The Orc picked up Kala and threw him down into Stillwhsiper pond, and soon followed after. As the orc fell down towards Kala, he clenched his fist and brought it up behind him. Kala fell into the water with a great splash, which dazed him. He slowly began to swim for the shore, not knowing what just happened, but luckily dodging the orc's fist thru his daze.
He looked back and saw to orc, wuickly realzing what just happened.
"..Aw...Fel." He mumbled as he shot out a light bolt and the orc as he swam towards the shore. The orc reeled back, struck upon the face by the bolt. His helmet flung off and plunged into the pond. He looked back at Kala, still grinning, and stood upon the water. Kala looked as he stood upon a frozen platform, "....Oh...Unfair....Just unfair..."
Kala climbed up onto the shore, only to be picked up again by the orc. He was brought up face to face with the orc, able to see his icy blue eyes and clay like skin. "You know Asinity?" growled the orc.
"-cough- Who wants to know?" replied Kala.
"Do you know him!?" said the orc as he punched Kala in the gut. Kala coughed up blood, unable to speak. He could only nod in reply. "I want you to give'em a meesage for me." He threw Kala off to the side by the rocky hill side. "Tell him he has to face Imani."
"W..w-cough- who?" asked Kala, struggling with pian. He pulled out his guild intercom and mumbled a message thru "Someone out there?...I..I could use some help here? *faint voice from the back 'What are you doing, little elf? Calling your friends! You think they can stop me?!'*"
The orc grabbed Kala and brought him up again, "Well let's see how long it takes for someone to help you, elf." The orc bashed his head into Kala's, and threw him back to the hillside.
"You're...You're not going to get away with this....You will die..." Kala struggled to say as he spat out blood.
"And who is going to stop me? YOU?! Look at you! You're slumped there, bleeding, ransacked, ruined! And you claim to be a paladin! HA!"
Kala again mumbled into the intercom "Is anyone out there?...-cough- ANYONE? *"No one cares for you, elf! No one is going to get you!..Shame really, I wanted you to get the message thru..."*"
The orc stepped up and grabbed the intercom from kala, and spoke into it "TO ANYONE WHO IS LISTENING, YOU SHALL TELL ASINITY THAT HE MUST FACE IMANI!"
A voice came from the side, a new voice. "Who dares harm my friend?!"
The orc and Kala turned to see who spoke. There stood Terok, looking at the Orc with a fierce intensity. "You! Orc! You believe you will harm my friend without any consequences?!" He threw a green bolt, which flung back the orc. "You shall not harm him any further!"
The orc watched Terok as tree spirits began to surround him. As one, Terok and the spirits moved closer to the orc. "********!..." mumbled the orc, as he threw open a death gate. "This is not the last you'll hear of me! If Asinity doesn't do what he is told!...I will kill off your puny members until he does!" He ran into the portal, and escaped.
Terok scowled has the orc fled. He turned around to find the elf. "Such a young one..." He said as he lifted Kala up and brought him to a nearby bench. "Do not worry. Help will come shortly.." Terok pulled out his intercom and called someone to come to Eversong as fast as they could.
Minutes past by, and a priest cam running from Silvermoon, his hat poinr flapping up and down in air. "Terok, sorry for being late. Who was harmed!?"
"This young elf, Kelion. He was attacked by an orc death knight....Badly injured. I must leave however, so I need you to stay here until he wakes." said Terok.
"Of course, of course. I will do what I can." replied Kelion, pulling out a strip of cloth to clean off Kalas's bleeding mouth. "My god what happened to you."
Kalastrophie slowly opened his eyes, coughing up more blood as he did. "Where -cough- is he..."
"Who?" questioned Kelion.
Kala pushed himself up, hissing in pain "The orc..Where'd he go!.."
"No no don't get up, your injured. Please, just lay. Let me get you some water." Kelion pulled out a flask of water and handed it to Kala. "Orc? ...What happened?"
"A death knight...Attacked me...Told me to give Asinity a message..Told me to tell him he has to face Imani..Whoever that is.."
Kelion nodded, mending Kala's arm. As he did, another Paladin walk towards them, dawning a Blood Knight taberd.
"Hello...I came as soon as I found out about the situation." He pulled out a notepad and a quill, and looked towards Kala. "My name is Tyranithos, and I must record of all activities that happen within Eversong. Please...Tell me what happened."
Kala stared at him, feeling a bit insulted since all he asked was what happened. "Well.....I was attacked by an orc death knight...Up by the cliff at the waterfal..beat me to a pulp, as you can see -stare-....Tol dme to tell Asinity that he must face Imani...Tho I do not know who this Imani is."
Tyr nodded, writing down everything he heard. "Is that all?...Hm?..Ok then." He put the notpad away and sighed "Sorry for that...I hate having to do the formal matters." His personality changed from calm to worried as he spoke. "Are you ok?"
Kala nodded slowly, getting up. He sighed, rubbing his arm. He looked towards Kelion "Thank you....I'm sure this was an unexpected hassle..."
Kelion smiled "No no, anything for another memebr..Um..I am Kelion by the way, I do not believe if we have met."
Kala nodded "I am Kalastrophie, it is nice to meet to you..." He sighed and look up and Tyr then back down to Kelion. "I'm sure you two have other errands to attend to.. Please do not furhter burden yourself by helping me, I will be ok."
Tyr and Kelion look to eachother and then at Kala, and spoke in unison "Are you sure?"
He nodded back "Im sure....Now please, leave." He watched the two nod and leave towards Silvermoon. Kelion looked back and called out.
"I don;t want you to move around much! Let your body heal!"
Kala laughed and nodded "I promise I won't do anything serious for the day!" As the two faded out of sight, Kala sighed. He summoned his Warhorse and sowly got up upon it. "Light's Hope..." He mumbled as he slowly rode off.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:09 am
Something I have been meaning to write/post in quite a while:
Malis stood and stared at the troll who stood before her in the doorway. She seemed so familiar though she was sure she had never met her before. "Heya there, who ya be? One o' t' Symphony yush? Ah be tellin' from ya tabard." She grinned widely, happy to meet another of the family she once belonged to. She had heard there were other trolls and was happy to have finally met one. Moving back to take a seat on the couch the troll patted beside her and waited for her visitor to sit down.
Smiling lightly, Tai'jin stepped forward. "Malis, ya don't know me, Ah be Tai'jin Akka'sum... Tai'jin Vitterfolk Akka'sum..." She looked down at the tabard she wore proudly. It was old and worn, there was a hole that had been carefully stitched up across the chest, but the colours were still bright. "This tabard be special t' mahself, it br worn by mah mother before ah be comin' here." Looking up, her violet eyes flashing with strength and pride, she smiled upon the older troll. "This tabard once belonged to you."
The troll blinked once, frowning lightly. "Ya mean... but... Ah not be havin' a kiddelt. Ah be rememberin' that much at least." She felt her world spin around her as she spoke. How else would Tai'jin have the last name of Vitterfolk? That was the name of her family line, something that went back through the mothers line for generations. Her line were strongly connected to the spirits, each had become great shaman in their time. She had chosen to forsake the proper training, deciding to go her own way, follow her own path, but even still she had always had a strong connection. Until she had awoken and been greeted by Asinity that was... Malis shook her head and stared with dark red eyes. "Ya be mah daughter?" Her voice almost cracked.
Tai'jin nodded with wide eyes, "Yes, Ah be ya daughter." She had hoped that Malis would have remembered something and felt a tightness in her chest as the lack of recognition washed over her. "Ya couldn't take care of me, fighting dragons or somethin'... ya be leavin' mahself a note." She unfolded the old piece of parchment, the creases almost falling apart. There were faded sketches of a small basket with a pendant dangling from it, a troll with dreads fighting a great beast and a sketch of a few crystals in a cave. "Ah be followin' ya, when ah be gettin' old enough. Traveled north through t' lands of t' humans an' further through t' lands of t' forsaken. Ah be findin' mahself here but it be too late. They be tellin' mahself that ya be gone, that ah be missin' ya." Tai folded the paper up and held up the pendent she still wore around her neck though the chain had obviously been replaced. "Ya be leavin' me wit' these an' all this time ah be havin' so many questions but ya not even be knowin' who ah be." She shook her head, sitting down finally, her shoulders drooping.
"Ah be havin' a kid... but ya be all grown up!" If there was anything that told Malis quite how long she had been around, exactly how much time she was missing, it was sitting there in front of her. Closing her eyes and nodding, the troll looked up. "Ya be right, ah not be able t' be answerin' ya questions... but... Tai, ya be mah daughter! Ah wanna be learnin' all ah can about ya! Who ya be, what ya be doin' everythin' about ya, ah be wantin' t' know." Malis waves her arms in the air expansively as she spoke. She could hardly believe it but she wasn't going to let her lack of memory stop her right now, she wanted to know so much more.
Tai laughed a little at Malis' reaction. "Oh of course, what do ya? Ah mean, where should ah be startin'..." She thought for a moment before picking a direction. "Well ah be a shaman, follow t' path o' t' elements. Ah be here now, helpin' t' Sin'dorei... even be learnin' Thalassian from mah Del. Ah be lovin' t' read an' that actually be how ah be meetin' her, she be in t' library an' such." Tai smiled for a moment, her eyes growing bright before she thought of what else to say. "Ah be spendin' most of mah time findin' out about you, an' askin' what people be rememberin' of ya. So many good things ah be hearin' too." She paused again wrapping her fingers together and placing them on her knees. "Ah be travelin' a lot in Northrend, helpin' out wit' the crusade against t' Lich King. We be loosin' too many people t' his followers." Shaking her head, the shaman made a face. There had been so much she had seen there, she wasn't sure she could ever describe it well.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:11 am
"Two guards at the front gate, two on each tower" the coweled figure whispered, quickly scribbling on a blank piece of parchment. It had been easy enough to ride north out of Grom'gol, through the vale, stopping only once when his blind hawkstrider Leonard tripped over a tiger and sent both flying into trees. Duskwood on the other hand, was a different story for Zevron. There was something in the woods that gave him the creeps. It may have been the glowing orbs peaking at him from the safety of almost every bush, it may have been the skeletons and ghouls feasting on the corpses of fallen adventurers, how was he supposed to know, he was no expert on fear. All Zev knew was he wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
By the time he reached Goldshire it was still light out. No good rogue worth his copper would try sneaking into the most heavily guarded human city in plain day. The Quel'dorei spent the rest of the dwindling daylight in the Lion's Pride Inn. Apparently there was an illeagal gambling ring that met in the basement. The quirky rogue made a fortune. He was anything but a gambler, however he was a master theif. They never even knew what hit them.
So here he was, 12:30 A.M., upside down hanging from a tree directly outside of the gates gathering information and scouting for the Dragon's Might. He wanted more than anything to prove he could fit in with the Symphony, and this was just the way to do it. That should do it. He slid the ink pen into his belt and rolled up the crude drawing, attatching it to his belt loop. With lynx like grace he relaxed the hold his legs had on the tree and fell face first towards the ground. Landing on his palms, he held the pose for a half a second before flipping to his feet. Not a sound was heard besides the nocturnal serenade of a local owl.
Silently, Zevron darted behind tree after tree, bark only momentarilly touching his gloved hand. He was slowly making his way towards his goal. Not the gate itself, however, a large hill to the east of it and aftera couple more seconds he was on top of it. The blue eyed rogue pulled up his black hood with white trim and placed a hand into his belt pouch. Fingering one of his trademark cigarettes, he suddenly thought better of it. With a frown, he grabbed a spy glass instead. It had been fitted with a green gem to help the user see in the dark. Did i steal this from that child or the elderly man on his death bed. Shaking off the thought, he serveyed the wall and noticed that it was a good twelve to fourteen feel away. Oh this could be rough. Boots planted, the rogue broke into a sprint and upon reaching the edge he pushed with all the strength in his legs. In under a half a second, the elf's lithe form closed the distance and he grabed a hold of the cold white stone. Pulling himself up, the rogue thought it was weird there were no guards protecting this obvious flaw in construct. Shrugging it off he untied some rope on his belt and repelled down the opposite side of the wall.
As soon as his boots touched the soft dirt, he crouched back into the shadows. Zevron had never seen the bridge leading into the Trade District and after jotting down more notes on his crude map, he devised a plan. The clever elf quickly detatched his midnight black cloak and flipped it inside out, letting the reverse white side become exposed. Tightly wrapped around his body, he pulled the now white hood over his head. As the newly clad rogue began walking along the bridge towards the Trade Distict he noticed the statues placed along the sides. Zevron gasped, all his favorite Alliance war heroes were here! There was short guy with hammer, balding man who uses helmets as a weapons, chick who likes birds, half sword guy, and Khadgar.
"Halt!"
Zevron cursed at himself for being distracted by shiny statue people so much that he didn't notice the high ranking officer on horseback.
"Well well, a high elf priest." Judging by how the man carried himself, Zev reasoned that he must be a general of some sort. "Don't see many of your kind around stormwind now a days" the jovial general smiled. Zevron bit back his tongue to now blow his cover. "Why out so late, if I may ask?" The human's tone spoke of interest more than anything.
"Oh you know how it is, The Light doesn't sleep, for if it did, we would be in total darkness." Internally, Zevron facepalmed. Way to go Zev, Awesome line...Way to blow it
"Heh, I guess you are right,..You may continue on in." The man's horse moved out of his path.
Phew that was a close one
"Hey!" The general shouted after him "Wait a minute"
s**t Zevron turned on his heel to look back at the mounted human.
"What is it Light's Child" Zevron almost puked, not out of fear but because of his own words.
"I was wondering, if you would bless me and my men here," he motioned to the two blue and white guards at his side. "We work such late hours, i was hoping you would help us bear the fatigue"
The rogue in priest guise had to think fast. "Come....Let us pray." he walked close to the group of men "Bow your heads and close your eyes." as the men obeyed, Zev began, "Oh Holy Light.....uhh....watch over these brave, brave men." his eye peaked open, spotting a ring of keys hanging from the general's belt "May it guide them and all that stuff..." he quickly untied the loop on the belt and silently placed the key ring in his own belt pouch. "OH LIGHT!" the rogue-priest's voice booming into a shout, "You are truely awesome and we love you!." he raised his palms over the three men and waited for them to open their eyes. "There, how's that feel?" cracking a smile he patiently waited.
"I don't feel anything" one guard began.
"It takes time, its a new prayer." Zevron blinked "I gotta go now, people to save, lives to enlighten, you know." The false priest began power walking away as the guards just stood in confusion.
"Weird fellow.....I don't think he was a priest at all." one finally stated breaking the silence.
A couple of hours passed as the rogue gathered information and jotted down more notes about guard rotations, shift changes, noting carefully all possible enterences for the mighty Urusk to break through. First he noted the front enterence. Albiet obvious, the guards were lazy and moronic. The harbor was another possibility, however they had it heavily guarded with steam tanks and destroyers. Zevron was a huge fan of using the canals that lead to the sewers from which he found a secret passageway leading to the undercroft of the Cathedral of Light. It was perfect, and much better then using the tram.
"Now the only place left to scout is the keep." Zevron whispered, eyes down on the crude map he made "That shouldn't be so h--" his body made contact with another. "Hey! watch where you ar--" his blue glowing eyes caught sight of the goggles and dual swords. Spy-Catcher.
"I've been following you for a while now" began the human in a soul crushingly deep voice, "you seem very interested in our city's layout."
"I've never been here, my priestlyness has kept me awa--"
"Save it, I know you arn't a priest" The man's hazel eyes were like daggers "You have five seconds to tell me why you are really here."
Zevron sighed his mind racing
"5..."
"4..."
"3..."
The human Spy-catcher unsheathed his swords
"2..."
"Alright!" The rogue exclaimed "You see....I'm a cartographer, and i wan't to make the best maps in all of Azeroth!" The thick man stood in obvious disbelief as Zev continued his story "My father...." a fake tear dropped "My father lost his life because some cartographer forgot to mention there were wolves in Elywnn Forest! He was torn to pieces, each piece was taken by a sepperate wolf who in turn divided him more to feed their pups." Zevron let out fake crying sounds "It is now my duty to honor my father's memory by makin the most accurate maps in all of Azeroth!, It is my destiny" he held his arms up in excitement, letting his cloak open
The catcher simply stared at the rogue for a couple moments "A very noble elf indeed" he began to sheath his swords. "Good luck on yo---" the human's eyes narrowed at Zevron's neck. Zev looked down to see his medallion of the horde dangling as the Spy-catcher charged.
"For ******** sake"
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:15 am
A sleeping elf turned peacefully as morning light shone through the window of the Dalaran tower. The elf rubbed his eyes and yawned as he sat up, pushing the silk covers to the bottom of the bed, an imprint of his head still visable in the finely sewn pillow. He looked around the fancy room, Red runecloth drapes, a bowl of fresh fruit on a well finished desk. The walls were colored purple and each had a red design that looked as if the painter had taken special intrest in making sure each wall was only different, if only slightly. The young elf boy hated all of it.
Slowly he walked over to his closet and slid the door open. Upon opening the small door it revealed a large room, which to the normal eye wouldn't have looked fit, however, nothing was normal in Dalaran. In truth the boy knew it was just his father's magic used in the design of the tower. He stepped into the room and began sorting through the multitude of clothing levitating along the wall, each more bright and flamboyant than the one before it. Sighing, the boy walked to the back of the large room that served as his closet, to a box on the floor. This was no magical box, only a normal one with normal contents. He lifted the lid and pulled out a plain black mageweave shirt and a normal pair of black trousers. After clothing himself, he exited through the mystical door, slamming it shut.
"I hate Dalaran.." the boy sighed again, walking down the spiral stairs into the enormous first floor that served as a living room. Ironic name he thought seeing as how his parents were almost never home. He began his stride to the kitchen when he spotted today's note. The boy lifted the piece of parchment and began reading as if it was a normal occurance.
Pookie,
Today is your first day of studies at the mage academy! I am so excited that my son is going to be following the footsteps of his loving parents. You will do great sweetie, I know it. By the way, i packed you a lunch of all you're favorite foods and left it on the counter behind you. Stop by and see me after class and let me know everything that happened! Good luck my baby boy, we both love you very much and are so proud of you!
-Mom
P.S. I know you like to delay, so try to get there early.
The elf boy hated being treated as a young kid. He turned and opened a small sack behind him, examining the contents:
Ice Cold Milk
Dalaran Sharp
Conjured Cinnamon Roll
All the foods the boy despised. The boy walked out of the Tower that was supposed to he "home" and onto the Dalaran streets, where he felt more comfortable. A human boy walked up to him.
"Hey you're going to be starting in the academy right?" The small human asked him.
"Yeah." was all the young elf responded with.
"I'm Tommy, I'll be starting today too!" Tommy looked at the young elf's face quickly "Don't i know you from somewhere? Arn't your parents--"
"No you don't, and Yes...They are." He cut the human off before he could continue.
"Wow, that must be awesome, to have parents that are powerful mages!" Tommy continued "I wish my parents were that awesome."
"Yeah, you'd think so." he dismissively said, in truth the elf boy couldn't care less.
"HEY TOMMY!" a group of young humans called to him, "Come on we are going to be late!"
Tommy waved and nodded to them " Hey, I'll see you later in class ---" he stopped, "I didn't catch your name."
"I didn't give it" the cynical elf boy retorted, as he watched the human boy run to catch up to his friends.
To any other young boy, things would have been going great, powerful revered parents, one of the biggest houses in Dalaran, being accepted into the Academy. Yes, to a normal youth, things would have been perfect, however, to Zevron, something just wasn't right.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:17 am
"What do you -mean- there are no more singles matches?!" The bent cigarette fell from Zevrons's lip as he stared in shock.
"Sorry Kiddo" The goblin known as Uncle Sal was counting some gold in his green clawed hands, trying best he could to not make eye contact.
"You can't do this to me Sal, you know i don't play well with others." He bent down, picked up the cigarette, dusted it off and took a drag. "What am i supposed to do for a living?" Zev placed his hand on the goblin's shoulder. "The Arena is my Life."
"Look, there just isnt enough of a demand for it anymore. I'm not going to lose more money on a dying bracket." his beady eyes looking up to the pleading High Elf.
"Sal, You know i bring crowds....I'll be able to make you money in Singles. You know i can do it." Zev's tone becomeing more and more desperate.
"And you can make me even -more- money, and draw even -bigger- crowds in Doubles...." The goblin pulled away from the Rogue's grasp, walking over to a small sack on the ground. He bent down, his small hands vanishing in the bag. Moments later, he pulled out a small rolled up piece of paper. "Look, I like you kid, you've grown on me, as much as i hate to say it. Do yourself a favor and just find a partner, Its not that hard to do." He tossed the parchment at the High Elf. "The charter fee is on me."
Without another sound, Zevron began walking away, clenching the charter in his fist. How am i supposed to make a living now. Zev's mind was racing as he took the all too familliar path from the Arena to his humble sewer dwelling.
Kicking the door open, threw the charter on his knee-high table and sat down on his rope cot. "Who can i get as a partner?" Zev leaned back putting out his cigarette on his boot.
...Its not like i have any ********!" in one swift motion he grabbed his Combat knife straped to his boot, and flung it at the wall of his dwelling.
His eyes glanced over to the spot where the knife landed. On one of his walls he had earlier posted a couple of comical drawings he had done of people from the Symphony and Raven's Flight.
There the knife was stuck in sketch of a Fellow Quel'dorei with crossed out eyes and tiger stripes.
"Jonas......" Zev grinned to himself and just as quickly as he came in, he was gone.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:18 am
"******** Orc."
Zevron lay upside down hanging from a drain pipe in the Dalaran Sewers he called home. His back began to hurt, as he was down there for almost four hours, in the same position. Bent cigarette in his mouth, ashing itself on the floor.
Zevron looked up, To most people this would be down, towards the ground, at the pile of ash and cigarette buds. There must have been ten at the least.
"Send me on a mission he knows is futile. To test -MY- skills.....Like im the one he should be worried about." he flipped down, throwing five knives at a target, 50 yards away suddenly. Four of which were dead center. the fifth, only slighlty off.
"Damnit...." he began walking over to pick up his knives, reflecting on last weeks meeting. The droll way the orc seemed to be listening, as if he had other more important things to be doing. The hand motions, gesturing Zev for more.
But, there wasn't more. Sure, Khenti knew he was there...And Zev knew that. There was something in his demeanor that showed no signs of hiding anything. As if he didn't even seem to care Zev was going to report a single thing. He didnt hide anything. Zev knew deep down inside, this man wasn't doing anything wrong. It is because of that knowledge that this orc was getting under his skin.
"Obviously if he knew you were there he wouldn't do anything out of the ordinary." Zev said outloud mimicking the Orc's horrible accent.
Awesome -trainer- who won't accept the opinion or ideas of the one he is -training- Zev thought in disgust.
He collected the knifes and paused on the fifth one, hand on the grip. As a smile drifted briskfully onto Zev's face. Suddenly he left go of the knife and began wallking away, one hand in his pocket, the other pulling the bent cigarette out of his mouth, as he took a drag.
Smoke spilling out of his wide grinning mouth. "I have a plan........" the smoke seemed to follow the rogue's speach into the air, and then disappear, Just as the rogue slipped into the shadows of the Dalaran Sewer.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:19 am
Soft shadows danced across the walls as she lit the lamp, gently illuminating the room as she stepped inside. The quiet of the evening was shortly broken by the mild thud of her leg a she bumped into a low table. “Ow. Fel. Dammit.” She hissed softly under her breath. The second figure peered inside after her. “Ah ya bein’ alright?” The first laughed softly as she turned up a second lamp, further revealing a small, but very cluttered apartment. “Yes, I’m fine...” Dellyne Dawnstrider carefully made her way across the cramped room, tiptoeing around stacks of books, scrolls, parchments, quills, bottle of inks and other various and sundry piles of enlightening materials. She rarely cleaned. She rarely had reason too, this was one of the first times she’d had guests in… well, possibly ever. She blushed slightly as she called back towards the doorway. “It’s all right, Tai’jin, you can come in.” The tall, lithe Troll entered, opening her mouth as if to speak before Dellyne abruptly cut her off with a furrowed brow and waving hands. “I know, I know, it’s a mess, but I just never have company!” She could feel her face flushing even more as she felt beads of sweat forming on her neck. “I… um, there’s a chair over there, by the bookcase. The big bookcase.” She pointed. Tai’jin simply nodded, closing the door behind her as she entered and unhooking her axes from her belt, laying them against the wall. She glanced about the room before settling down into the leather chair, her chainmail clinking as she did so. “Ya really do be studyin’ a lot, doncha Del?” Dellyne smiled. “Yes… There’s always so much more to learn.” Tai’jin picked up a nearby book, thumbing through the pages with a confused expression. “Some a’ these, dey don’ even be in Tha- Thalas… Elven.” Blushing again, Dellyne smiled, moving to sit on the bed across from her reading area. “No, that one’s in Lordaeron common. It dates back to before the third war.” “Amazin’,” Said Tai’jin, flipping through a few more pages before looking up with a smile, “Not as amazin’ as ya be.” Shying away and trying not to meet the Troll’s eyes, Dellyne couldn’t hold back a smile of her own. “I… I’m not really. Just have a lot of time. That’s all.” “Well, I be thinkin’ ya be pretty amazin’. Ya be teachin’ me how to read an’ write, and teachin’ Wolfie, too. It be a different world than mine.” Dellyne covered her mouth with her hand and laughed softly. “That’s because in your world you mostly just hit things with those axes of yours, Troll. Speaking of which, did you want to change?” Tai’jin raised an eyebrow, looking down over herself and her armor. “Inta wha?” “Something more comfortable?” Dellyne shugged slighty, rising. “I don’t have much but I have some robes that might fit you…” Tai’jin looked up at the younger elf with inquiry, a glimmer of mischief hidden behind her eyes. “Am I ta be stayin’, then?” Dellyne paused in mid-stride, hesitating a moment before looking back over her shoulder, smiling brightly. “I … I think I would like it if you did.”
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:36 am
The sun rose...
Zufli Irani blinked her eyes as she stretched for what seemed her first time. Crouching down to put a hand to the ground beneath her feet the troll considered the quiet. Everything seemed so fresh and new. She noticed things that before, in her clouded vision, had been just shadows.
Voices? Whispers? Nothing but deafening silence assailed her thoughts...
She had no direction, no idea where to turn to.
They had given her tasks. Those Death Knights who had broken free of the control of the Lich King at Ebon Hold. Tasks of retribution, of survival. The needed to create their own niche, a new path for them to follow. But then the tasks had ended, she was free to do and go as she pleased... but where?
She only had a few broken memories of her past life. Confusion prevailed. A name past by, Zayll... the whispering of a ghost. Regret assailed her senses. Who was she? Where did she come from? The troll closed her eyes, her loose strands of hair falling into her face, blocking the sun from her vision as her thoughts turned further inward...
Another time, another place...
She swung her sword at the large reptiles that blocked their path. The forsaken's blades sent blood and scales everywhere as she slashed into the raptor's abdomen, causing it to crumble at her feet. "There, that should be the last one right?" The warrior turns towards the troll who grins in thanks.
"Ah be t'inkin' after this we be deservin' a good rest." Her troll companion nods as she crouches down to begin the task of skinning the great beast. "Ah definitely be lookin' forward to t' nice shinie he be promisin' in return fer these skins." She chuckles lightly as she worked, not paying attention to the world around her.
"You and your shinies..." The forsaken shakes her head before tensing as a small group of Splintertusks crested the hill near by. "Umm... Ma-"
"You ok?"
Irani was startled by the hand on her shoulder.
"yah, ah be fine." The troll frowned as the ghost of a memory slipped from her grasp. She remembered swinging those blades. Amadi felt a sudden aching, yearning for that pair of placed she... had she crafted? A moment of confusion came over her again as she turned to look up at the forsaken who had woken her from her reverie. "Just be figurin' which was t' be goin' is all..."
"Ahh well, you might want to talk to the flightmaster then. He would know the best rout to take." She smiles kindly, an odd feat considering she was missing part of her cheek. "What did you say your name was?"
"Zay..." The troll paused frowning again, "Ah mean it be Zufli Irani." She shook her head slightly before stowing that thought to muse upon later. "That ya fer t' help."
The priestess nods and moved onto the next lost soul, leaving Irani to her memories once more. Zayll... that was the second time the name had cropped up into her mind. She had to be the one who held the swords. The forsaken who... Irani scoffed, that couldn't be true, she was a troll wasn't she? A flash of memory caused her to raise a hand to finger the strands that framed her face. They were a dark red, and felt so out of place. "The forsaken be Zayll," she murmured to herself. The troll closed her eyes and pictured dark lanky hair, typical of the forsaken and yet a bright red strand braided within, catching her attention. But if the warrior be Zayll, who she be? her mind drifted, thinking of other things. Those blades were so familiar...
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:38 am
Tai'jin sighed as she opened up the gate to the small-ish yard near the stable master's quarters in the city. A few pails of food and other goodies were in her hands as she balanced them between opening up the second gate and looking up in time to see a flurry of animals suddenly make a beeline towards her. "Oh shells!" She was down within moments, the culprit, a runt of a worg pup who was still big enough to catch her unawares. Hiding her smile she playfully grumbled at them before starting her rounds. Her mother's pup, Bones, followed by her heel as she passed by the scalies, most of them in their pens and boxes as they liked it. The four snake, Myrr, Adder, Kaa and Madea were still hibernating so she didn't have to worry about them but Roller, Copper, Nicker and Aya were flying around, the dragonhawks unusually active for that time of day. She quickly fed them before moving onto the birds. The chickens were easy, Lunch and Dinner had already started greedily pecking up the feed that dropped near the door to thair pen. Squark didn't really need to be fed being mechanical but seemed to still be content to run around with the other two chickens.
Turning to the larger enclosures she peeked at the owls, Pidge and Wren hooted sleepily at her before turning their backs. She would let them out to hunt a little later. The parrots were a ruckus, their loud squawks filling the side room they shared with a small Bear named Thaddeus and Mystic, the mana wyrmling that her mother had discovered in Outlands. Tequila and Margarita were on their favorite perches with Daiquiri but the little miniwing was surprisingly absent. Tai frowned as she searched the large room until she found the smaller parrot in a corner. "Whatcha be doing there Fledge?" She crooned at the little bird who had decided to follow her home after she found him in Shattrath. She seemed to have picked up her mother's talent of making friends, something that wasn't always good, the troll winced as she remembered the large boar who had tried to gore her in the barrens.
The birds taken care of, Tai'jin moved onto the series of smaller cages and boxes, checking in on Hodge, Podge, Nugget and Jubjub. The frogs were doing fine, filling the air with their happy croaks as she continued through, checking Skitters, the spider, Buggy, the roach who made her shudder, and Taka, the dragon who was also hibernating along with the snakes. The little netherwhelp, Syn chirped at her sleepily as she went to the store room to pick up some more bedding for Squeeks, the prairie dog and Mochi, Mousse and Pip the rabbits. Well Pip was a wolpertinger, and she wasn't quite sure he was always there, but Malis had left special notes about him. The troll looked up with a smile as she remembered her lessons with Del. Hopefully soon she would be able to read all of her mothers notes, some about the dragons had been very intriguing. Even this zoo had been something Malis had enjoyed keeping, studying the animals she had collected and who had followed her home. Tai let her mind wander as she watched the moths float about, Dayunsi and Bethari fluttering close to the door while Mairead came over to land on the edge of the gate she was leaning on. Kitteh was absent, the blue moth lived in the home with Kiowa and herself. That one was special, hatching the day she had first found out about the zoo. It was named by her mother, like most of the animals here, the writing on the box proclaiming so for all to see.
Which brought her thoughts to the cats. She made her way back to the main room, filling the dishes in the corner and checking the litter boxes. Now Malis had been super creative with all the cats she attracted. Tai had to chuckle as she watched them stream into the room. Fluffy I, Fluffy II, Fluffy III... the list went on with the smallest, a white kitten, being named Fluffy VI, the only one who was slightly different. After taking care of the little reindeer, Miette she brushed her hands on the rag she kept on her hip. Sighing in relief of a job well done, the troll turned and wandered out of the yard, closing the gate behind her, almost crashing into the small crate at her feet. Frowning curiously she pulled off the tag and read it. I heard you were taking care of some critters. I can't take care of this one anymore, Hoping that you will give him a good home... She turned it over, it wasn't signed or dated. Looking back down at the crate she peered inside it, the black and white face peering back with bright eyes. "Oh my, ah be guessin' ya be joinin' t' family." She picked up the crate and brought it inside before opening the door and letting him out. "Just don't go sprayin' t' place or I'll have t' keep ya in ya own room." She knelt down and pet the skunk behind the ears absently. "Ah guess ah get t' name ya..." She could have thought of a thousand different names each better than the last, some with deep meanings, others taken from great and powerful spirits...
Tai looked down, she could think of so many names...
But it was her mother's zoo after all.
"Stripes, Ah be callin' ya stripes. Hope ya like it." She chuckled to herself before wandering back out, closing the latch to the zoo and heading on home for a well deserved rest.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:45 am
Dark.....Damp.....Cold. Three Words Zevron had grow accustomed to, living in the sewers of Dalaran all his life. He leaned up against the familiar sewer pipe he had always stood in before the fight. His next movements were so routine they came naturally. Coating the movement imparing Crippling Poison on his main dagger and Wounding Poison on the other, to prevent those pesky healers.
Yes everything seemed like any other day in the life of a Gladiator, except this day was different. This fight he was going in blind. Usually he knew his opponent and could prepare accordingly. No luxury this time, he had to think on his feet.
Uncle Sal had suggested this as a way to draw a bigger crowd. Everyone knows, more people, more...
"Gold" Zevron said aloud lost in his own thoughts, not realizing the greedy smile upon his own visage.
"3.......2.......1.....Begin!" Uncle Sal's voice came from overhead as the sewer grate cranked open.
Zev jumped out and slid into the shadows, looking around cautiously for his opponent.
"Please don't be a druid..." he muttered under his breath "...I hate druids".
His eyes narrowed as he came upon the figgure.
Mage
Zevron grinned "My specialty"
He squinted to inspect his target. Long pointy ears, slender blue build, and tusks. This was either a Troll, or the most horrible attempt at an Elf, Orc hybrid he had ever seen.
Zevron steped out of the shadows and walked casually up to the Troll.
"Why hello there, I'm - - " Zev rolled out of the way of a fireball, his words cut short.
"I know who ya' be dere Elfie" The troll explaimed, his hands blazing with fire "An' i be da' one who gunna end dat title of yours!"
"You see you try to be a gentleman and - -" Zev glanced down at the flames growing at his feet.
Flamestrike
Quickly, Zevron darted towards the mage, kicking him in the gut, interupting the spell being cast.
"Gah!" the troll bursted out, as he blinked past Zev, to the other side of the arena.
"Nice trick, too bad i've seen it be--" Zev turned around, only to see nobody standing behind him. "...fore?"
"GWAHAHA, What was dat Elfie boy?" the troll mocked.
Eyes darting around Zevron searched for the source. It seemed to come from everywhere yet nowhere. He couldn't find the mage. Invisability, Realization struck him, But not before the Pyroblast.
White hot pain rippled through his back as he was sent flying face first to the ground.
"s**t...." Zev gasped, laying on the ground, His face full of gravel and sewer goo.
"I got mo' tricks den dat fo' ya, If you be livin' long 'nuff to see em" the troll laughed, walking up to the still bloodelf, one hand striking up fire to end the bout. Victory would be his.
"Not yet!" Zev pushed himself up and slammed a small round sphere onto the ground, Exploding in smoke that filled the entire arena. Zevron was used to the smoke, the troll, however, was not. Taken back and coughing, the troll tried to wave the smoke away from his face. With lightning speed Zev ran up to strike the Mage. He extended his arm in a stabing gesture and landed a blow with....His bare hand?
The smoke cleared.
"My daggers!" Zev stood in shock, he glanced back to where he had been only moments before. There they were. "Must have dropped them when i got hit..."
Slowly he glanced back at the mage, a bead of sweat dropped from his brow down his face. He closed his eyes.
The mage's eyes were ignited with fury as he grinned and behind his tusks, his hands already a blaze. "Dis gunna be fun.....Real Fun"
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