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 Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 10:33 pm
((I want to get a random RP jam going. Don't know where we are headed, but we're starting this somewhere and going. No requirements, just be semi-literate and have fun.))
Shalana simply walked around the Moonwell in the Stormwind Park. She had no clue why she felt drawn to the place, maybe it was because of her father's druidic heritage, but she kept a slow pace, eyeing the smooth calming waters.
Most noted by other people was her hair. It seemed to flow in waves about her small frame, small even for a night elf. The teal strands also seemed to be paler towards the top as if graying. If only people knew what it was really from they would understand why a young elf was already showing signs of age.
Her ears picked up a small noise from her right, and the priestess turned to meet the newcomer...
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 2:57 am
A paladin with a steel plate screwed into the right eye socket of his skull sat at the Argent Dawn office wearing a Tabard of The Scarlet Crusade.
Nobody was in there busying fighting the scourge in far away places.
Having his left eye closed he looked to be either sleeping or meditating.
Leaning against the wall was a 2 handed sword that looked to be some horrible fel corrupted sword that reeked of a unholy yet not fearful presence.
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F a i t h s R e v e n g e
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 8:18 am
[[ Horde has no place here yet, so I'll wait. :3 ]]
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 10:01 pm
Sitting by a ledge, Azzar watches Shalana as she paces around the moonwell. Not getting up and walking to the moonwell, as if scared of the magic within it, he yells across the way to Shalana "You know, if you walk around enough times, you'll get dizzy enough and fall in. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want to fall into those cursed waters."
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 11:20 pm
"I have used these waters before to cleanse the fel magics from cloth you know!" Shalana hollered to her friend. She turned and walked away from the well and towards Azzar, leaving a small trail of golden light behind her from her staff. She smiled as she reached the other elf and spoke with a high regard. "It has been quite a while since we last met. Before we lost our friends in the Core. How has life been treating you?"
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 9:16 am
Krescent sighed and looked down at the emerald grass. She had grown up away from most of her night elven brethren and despite it's location in Stormwind the Park still gave her a wierd feeling. Perhaps it was the moonwell. She never did understand others' fascination with them.
Krescent stood up from her position leaning against the wall and headed towards the innards of the park. Towards that.. thing.
Her armor clinked as she strode and light glinted off the tips of the plate mail. Large steel spikes adorned many places atop and on her back lay strapped an obsidian blade with a bright orange glow at the top of the hilt. Krescent was never the prettiest of elves and she knew this. Her battle scars, mainly the ones on her right cheek and above her left eyebrow, only made her appearance more dreadful. Everyone thought elves were supposed to be splendid, extravagant and glorious. But not Krescent, and because of that most people avoided her.
Then again, Krescent never liked the company of others much, preferring to do her own thing. So why again was she here in Stormwind instead of out in the world doing some job for some fat noble who paid well? That's right, because of the letter. The one from an anonymous source that summoned her so. It seemed urgent, but she also feared it might be some trap, carefully laid by her enemies to see her undoing. She had no choice though and couldn't live without knowing the truth of the matter.
As she approached she could hear others ahead, most likely just commonfolk enjoying the park, but they could truly be anyone.
Not being the most subtle of Night Elves, she shouted out in a somewhat harsh, yet still feminine voice, "This is Krescent Bloodmoon. Who has summoned me?"
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Void Dragoon Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 9:31 am
"Life has treated me well enough to still be alive" Azzar proclaimed to Shalana "Though I have to say these nobles still seem as blind as ever. They claim to be at war against the demons yet I'm here right under their noses. They're lucky I'm on their side or half of this city would be dead by now. Why I fight for those that want to kill my kind I can only thank to the first human to show me kindness isntead of hatred. I guess she found my only weak spot" Azzar sighs as he reminisces. He leans over to notice a Night Elve covered in metal armor and grins "Speaking of those nobles, I think one of their lackys has come into our presence. But no matter, those nobles don't worry me. How have the times treated you as of late Shalana?"
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 5:43 pm
Shalana sits down quietly on the ground and lays her staff beside her in the grass. "Life has been fair, considering what I have gone through. Especially with my father." She looks at the grass and sighs softly.
She hears a rough voice break the silence of the area and turns her head towards the sound. She sees the warrior decked out in spikes and plated armor and and sighs. "Another of the noble's paid workers." The priest turns her golden eyes to the warrior and smiles.
"I am not sure who summoned you here, however you are more than welcome to rest beside us. Although soon I am afraid I may have to turn in some paperwork over towards the Cathedral, however you are still welcome to follow along."
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Void Dragoon Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 6:39 pm
Krescent turns with a scoff at the two who might mock her and stomps towards them, clanking in her armor, her boots crushing the grass. "Lackey? Who are you two to think you can make such assumptions? A priest to a false god and a... I don't even know what that thing is."
She scowled at the pair and started to turn. "If it was neither of you who summoned me to this horrid place then I've no business with either of you. Be glad I'm not leaving bloody stumps where you sit."
Great, just great. First she had been requested, quite urgently, to come to the Park in Stormwind. Then when she got there, all she found was a couple of hooligans. Krescent knew it was going to be one of those days so she quickly left the worst part of Stormwind and headed for somewhere a little more fun.
"Ah, Old Town," she proclaimed and she neared it, "it's been awhile. I wonder who I'll have to hurt today?"
((I made some screenshots of Krescent's appearance in Model Viewer, but it seems to have royally sucked. Click here, here, and here.
And for the record, Krescent is a Sell-sword. A mercenary. She only works for the nobles often because they have the money to pay her better. Not because she likes any of them or even cares about what they have her do, usually.
And Tadayoshi, what is Azzar, if I may ask? Or if that would reveal too much, what does he appear to be?))
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:33 pm
Azzar chuckles to himself as the warrior walks off "So it seems my reputation isn't as well known around here as I thought. I'll have to go stir some trouble up later. Business at the Cathedral? What do those fools have you running around doing now? They bury you with so much work but what for? makes me glad I'm not a Night Elve like most people think I am" He stands up, looking torwards the path the warrior took "I'll leave you to your duties. I think I'm gonna go pay someone a visit."
(So you know Void Dragon, a very shortened version of Azzar's past is he isn't actually a Night Elf. A warlock tried to summon a demon well before he was seasoned enough to do so and somehow summoned a hunter (Azzar) who killed him on the spot. Kind of like how fel orcs summon other orcs, except the gnome summoned Azzar. He's a demon who looks exactly like a Night Elf would but has a distaste for the non demon world save a few people like Shalana)
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:41 pm
"They always bury me here. Faults of attempting to learn the ways that the humans heal." She sighs and stands to follow Azzar as he begins to walk off. However at the last statement, she pauses and eyes both the new warrior and Azzar, as if summing up the two and predicting what could happen.
"Azzar, please. But do what you feel is deemed necessary. Not what you want to do." She reaches into a small pouch on her side and pulls out a new set of gloves and turns to replace the ones she was wearing. Never enough to do around here she thinks to herself.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:51 pm
Azzar stops for a moment, hearing Shalana "Are you worried I may go to far?" He laughs at himself "On a normal day, you would have reason to worry, but this one is different... I wouldn't go so far as to kill her right away. If anything, I want to leave her a message" Then as suddenly as he stopped, he began to move again, keeping his distance while following the warrior
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Void Dragoon Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 8:33 pm
Krescent snarled and grunted as she brought her heavily-gauntleted hand down on the shoulder of some ruffian. He hadn't done anything to her, she was just frustrated at the recent events and liked fighting anyway. She had purposefully picked the fight with the group of three. Two men and a dwarf. Child's play, she thought.
"What d' ya want?!" shouted the enraged dwarf as both his partners now lay unconcious, bleeding from various new orifices. Kres grinned a sadistic looking smile. "I was bored," she stated calmly. "I'm satisfied now, you may take your leave." And she gave a dwarf a departing wave of her hand as he stood there looking blankly at the situation. They'd live, but wouldn't pick a fight with her again. Rather, they wouldn't want to start one in the first place, at least until they had even greater odds.
Krescent walked off feeling much better, finding her way to the pub nearby to fetch herself a drink.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 10:11 pm
Arriving in Old Town, Azzar stumbles upon two men laying on the ground wounded. "How pathetic... seems I'll have more fun with her then I first thought" He continues walking, not worrying about the men he's stepping on as he walks to the door of the pub. Seeing the warrior taking a drink at the bar, Azzar pulls out an arrow and attatches a note to it. With one swift motion, the arrow is shot through the handle of the mug and Azzar walks off with a grin on his face.
((the note reads))
Misguided Warrior,
"So I see you are as blind as those nobles that you have worked for at some point or another. No matter your line of work, I'm going to help you out. You work as a mercenary to earn a few coins, yet you can not notice the demon hiding amongst the very people that hire you. They're at war with the demons yet you leave one in the perfect position to kill them all one by one. So if you have any sense of knowledge, you'll watch who you're trying to start a fight with."
that thing
P.S. "Oh and I'm not glad that nobody was left a bloody stump. I thrive fromt he death of others" followed by some incomprehensive runes
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 11:07 pm
Old town, about the last place I hate to be. Shalana thought as she walked through the dark streets with her paperwork. Since Azzar walked off with whatver task he decided that had to be taken care of, she decided to finally appease the Cathedral by delivering her assessment of the Plaguelands to the higher priests. However, being the kind of people to shove tasks off onto their newest recruit, reguadless that she was still a follower of Elune, they decided that SI:7 had to know about her findings. She came across two people on the ground, apparently beaten absolutely senseless by someone. The priestess bent down, not being cautious about any blood seeping onto her white runecloth robe and mumbled a few short words. She saw the eyes of one man flutter open, only to see who helped them and fall back to unconsciousness. Looking around, she flagged down a guardsman, who only replied, "It is a common sight here. Go on lady priestess and I suggest you finish your task soon and get out of here. White will soon loose it's hue in here." "I shall hurry then. As long as these two will be okay." She stood and began to walk with some haste towards the headquarters of SI:7... ((If you want to know, I am using this picture as a reference for Shalana.))
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