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Dralas
Character: King Varian Wrynn
Time: Far Past Midnight
Location: Westfall
- Varian woke up, his head aching horribly. He was inside a tent, guards all around his tent. He sat up, his mouth dry.. his teeth feeling a bit... different. Varian climbed out of the bed, incredibly hungry for some reason. He shrugged that off, quickly running out of the tent. There was a large steam powered boat waiting to take off.
"We sail now, not later" Varian said, the medics urging him to stay and rest, but Varian refusing. He walked to the boat, climbing on with a small infrantry of elite soldiers, and 7th Legion men.
"Set off to Menethil" Varian said, the boat starting up and going foward.
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Dralas
(( OOC - Most of the zones were changed in one way of another. Most of them that were a forest are a desert/lave field, those that had nothing are now huge forests, and Westfall apparently was untouched ))
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Adamsm
((ooc - which makes no sense as Deepholme has raised right up north of it heh.))
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(( OOC - *bump* ))
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Character: King Varian Wrynn
Time: Morning
Location: Great Sea
- Varian woke up, his entire body aching still badly. The ship had been traveling throughout the night, rather undisturbed. He got up and looked around, wanting to eat something. He left his room and walked to where the kitchen on board was. A chef looked at him with a surprised look, shocked that Varian had came into the back.
"Your majesty, how can I serve you?" the chef asked, bowing.
"I need something with.. meat, not that well cooked though... a bit raw.." Varian said, the chef raising an eyebrow, but nothing else.
"Yes my king" he said, Varian walking out. He felt his teeth with his tongue, all of them feeling... sharper? He wasn't sure. Ahead though on the deck he could make out Menethil Harbor, loaded with boats from the refugees.
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Adamsm
((ooc - so far; War death and destruction, Garrosh is trying a coup, and the human's are plotting a surprise assualt back. Also, the new race/class combos are allowed, beyond that, come and enjoy yourselves as we wait for 2010 for the true cataclysm.))
Character:
Azor Windfury
Location:
Ruins of Auberdine, Darkshore
Azor had woken up still feeling drained but merely stood and began to assist with the rebuilding, his power at asking the Earth Spirit for help clearing away the rubble and strenghting the remaining land. He heard his name called and looked up, seeing Mistmantle and another Druid approaching.
"Hail Azor, good to see your still working hard. Listen, we need to talk about what you saw yesterday." The Druid said, motioning for the dwarf to follow them. "Your talking about the Old One vanishing aren't you?" He asked them, falling into step, the Crow flying high overhead, unusually quiet.
"Yes Shaman, anything you can tell us will be helpful." The other druid said, and Azor looked at him and realized the horn's on his head weren't part of a helmet, but actually real. "All I can remember sir, was trying to calm the Earth when I was attacked by.... a voice." He said, thinking back to the day before. "The spell it used on me rendered me deaf and blind, so I wasn't able to see much. When the spell was gone, the sword was shattered and the Beast was gone." He finished, staring at the two druids who sighed. "Alright thanks lad." The horn one said before moving off.
"Your welcome to head to Teldrassil Azor, if you need to return to the Eastern Kingdom." Mistmantle told him and the Dwarf nodded but returned to the task at hand of rebuilding the destroyed town.
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Character: King Varian Wrynn
Time: Morning
Location: Menethil Harbor
- Varian had eaten his steak, the texture of the meat and taste tasting much sharper then he's had before. He walked out of his quarters, his blades on him still and walking to watch the boat dock. After a few minutes they were anchored, ropes being tied to the boat and dock. Varian walked off, going to the keep.
He could smell the air sharper... a salty taste much stronger from the sea air.
"Odd"
Varian thought, making his way to the keep.
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Adamsm
((ooc - taking the Lo'gosh thing a little far aint you Dralas heh. Also running Ulduar, so I'll post as able.))
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Dralas
((OOC- Adamsm, I think he's turning into a Worgen.))
(( OOC - Shhhh ))
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Adamsm
((ooc - girlcaster, it's a joke; Varian name in the arena was Lo'gosh, the Spirit Wolf.))
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Dralas
(( OOC - Might be going to sleep soon... but why is the thread so.. not that active? ))
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