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 Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 2:09 am
The Paladin tapped his finger on the eye patch and leaned deeper into his chair dashing a cigar he thought quietly to himself.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 11:08 pm
It was not long before Shalana found her way into and out of SI:7. It was not the kind of place she wished to go to often, nor did she want to return again anytime soon. The place of rogues, however obvious to their talent loaned to the Alliance, was still shifty to anyone. She quickly made her way through the district, taking the other pathway out of the area than she came in and with just as a hurried pace made it back to the Cathedral. Her only orders were to stop by the Argent Dawn beforehand and deliver the same report.
The priestess stopped before the door of the Argent Dawn office and took a deep breath, and began to walk in.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 12:12 am
Leaning his head back he looked at the person entering.
"You need something?"
Ash from his cigar dashed into his steel plated eye patch that was drilled into his skull.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 8:50 pm
A new demon from the twisting neather dawned upon the world, there the gnome warlock in training, selma sent her own demon to go in and kill as she cast many spells of a slow and painful demise. with the mintue she was victor in that she had slewn the demon now its power hers.
she left the inn and started to just run thru town with her new towing pet the Voidwalker ((if i rember right i failed to find the halway down there i kept walking by it))
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 12:09 am
Shalana looked at the paladin before her and regarded him with a polite salute of the church, however her mind said something otherwise. "I was asked to give a copy of my reports from an earlier excursion to the Plagued Lands of the north." She handed a small, almost nondescript packet of papers, sealed with a simple wax seal with a mark bearing the Stormwind Church. Her eyes gave away everything that was needed to know as she stepped back and waited for the paladin to respond.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 1:34 am
Reading the document he looked at her.
"This is important... You should really give this to the argent dawn."
He handed her the letter.
"I an Ex member of the Scarlet Crusade."
Pointing to a blood and dirt stained tabard the what was once a lovely white and red tabard was now stained with blood and dirt that had settled down from years of service in the Scarlet Crusade. Worn in service and out of service.
"The Argent Dawn is never at there office the closet one you will find is up in the Plaguelands."
The tip of his cigar glowed orange as he puffed on the cigar.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 10:12 pm
"All I was told was to give this to anyone inside the local office of the Argent Dawn." The priestess spoke calmly, her hair quietly shaking with the movements of her head. "I'm sure that those up at the Plaguelands can figure out something as simple as this."
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 2:25 am
Soppon was not impressed. Not in the least. Dismounting her frostsaber she stormed up the steps of the Argent Dawn office and flung the door open. She stormed over to the man in the Scarlet Crusade tabard and drove her dagger into the table. "If you find that piece of garbage Dravens anywhere tell him that Soppon is not impressed and it is in his best interest to contact her promptly if he doesn't want to be sent to an early grave." She pulled her dagger out of the table. "I spent THREE DAYS in that hellhole that is called Silithis waiting for him to fill me in on this 'matter of dire importance'. None of the locals had even seen a man of his description!"
Taking in a deep breath she glanced around the room. For the first time noticing the priestess she smiled slightly. "Why, don't you look lost, little lamb. What do you need help with?"
((FYI Soppon is a green haired, female nightelf with her left eye slashed out. Yay eyepatch!))
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 8:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 8:43 pm
Shalana stopped and looked at the dagger that nearly tore through her months of paperwork. Her eyes shifted from the dagger to the owner of the weapon and politely spoke. "And what would bring you here, barging in on a somewhat delightful situation and nearly tore all the work out of my work?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 8:16 am
Zey, the Trelf, often found in Stormwind selling snakes, was sauntering up one of the walkways of the Park, snakes hung from her arms like vines. Her frame was not as graceful as a full blooded night elf, it was more muscular. Her silver eyes had pupils in them, and her mouth had small tusks poking from either side of her mouth. Part of her light green hair was messily tied up, and ragged at the ends as if cut with a sword. She did not seem to glide as she walked, she had a proud saunter to her step. She was dressed in some ceremonial woollies, the purple furred bottoms having purple straps around her thighs. Here top criss crossed over her chest nicely, holding her breasts in place. It was nearly impossible to mistake her as a full blooded night elf, but very easy to mistake her for a troll.
Yet her face was always jovial, and her eyes glowed, like most Elves', yet with something else. Pride. She looked about in her late teens, though with her mixed blood it was hard to tell if she aged like an Elf or a troll. A large cockroach flitted along behind her and a sleek black Wolf at her side.
"Wolf, chu be tinkin' we sell lots t'dae? Zey kin onleh sell dese red an' black wans, no wan seems ta wan' de brown snakes."
The black wolf snorted and looked to the crowd.
[A note, I played this character on Maelstrom as my main, so she does have history. Please don't hate me! Of course iC dislike is expected. Also I will upload my drawings of her soon.]
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 11:58 pm
Soppon's smile wiened slightly. "I am here because a good for nothing piece of garbage agent sent me an urgent mail asking me to meet him in that hellhole Silithis. I was in the middle of a rather profitable venture in Outland but I owed him a favour. So now I'm out the money for my other job and this piece of garbage doesn't have the decency to show his face." She sighed and sprawled into one of the chairs across from the desk.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 9:28 am
The priestess looked again at the rogue as she slid her way over to a seat. "To meet here to go to Sillithus? Wouldn't it be proper to meet in the Park, where the Cenarion connections are?" She sighed and gathered up her papers, disregarding the paladin in front of her. "Maybe he wanted to meet you there?"
With a look of frustration, she took her paperwork and walked out of the building and towards the cathedral proper. Between what was going on that day she would need to think it over in meditation.
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