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Reckoning of a New Age | Open Roleplay
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Morec0
Characters:
Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret
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Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Location: Ashenvale
Krista and the blue dragon carrying Ivan reached the other side of the town. There she sat down to rest, and her brother's body came to, switching back to its human form as Ivan took control.
"Good morning," she said to him.
"How... how long was I out?" he asked her.
Bloodhowl snarled angrily as he realized that he'd lost, but he was patient. He'd wait for another opperunity.
"Not long, just a few hours I think."
Blackbite lashed out again, but again failed to escape.
Ivan nodded. "Where are the others?"
"They went through the city, I told them we'd be waiting for them on the other side."
"Good thinking sister," he said, sliding off of the dragon's back. "Um... thanks for the help," he said to it.
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Marzegog
Scholomance
((Check Q+A for description))
"My spiritual sons and daughters... You were under the Legion, Scourge, Light and many others. On and all, you realized that your faith was shakeable, your gods fallable. In the end, you all drifted to true and unshakable power. The power of the Legion, but not under the Legion..." He stated, walking back and forth in a small room near the bottom of the former School of Necromancy. "We rip the power, take it form their claws, and they can do nothing to stop it. We are the true daughters and sons of this World, and we will take it. Take it for our own! But not yet. We are not strong enough yet. For all out vaunted power, we are still not strong enough. We must wait, and bide our time until we are truly strong, and they are weak. The time has come."
He walked forward and pulled one cultist from the crowd. "You! Why is it the time of our coming?" The cultist gulped and ventured, "Because the Alliance and Horde are rebuilding?" Marzegog let him drop. "Indeed, you are correct." he praised. "While the Alliance and Horde are allied, they are weak, rebuilding. But most of all, they don't trust each other. We can drive a wedge, sons and daughters, into the Alliance and the Horde, breaking them apart." He stopped and grinned from underneath his hood. "We can be free."
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Characters:
Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret
,
Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Location: Ashenvale
Ivan looked back into the town. "I think I see them," he said, seeing three figures and an animal heading for them.
"Wonderful," Krista replied, relaxing as she sat on the ground. After a moment she stood and walked over to him. "I still don't like the idea of using them like this," she whispered so that the dragon wouldn't hear.
"You assisted Greymane in passing laws that affected the people of Gilneas in about the same way more then me and Blaine. Why are you having second thoughts about
this
?"
"Because... I don't know. I just have a feeling that it's going to end badly. We were humans back then, and now we're... we're monsters."
Weak-hearted coward
, Blackbite snarled.
Actually, you and my brother's other side are the only monsters here.
Says the one who may have ruined the lives of hundreds of innocents 'legally?'
Krista stopped listening.
Ivan nodded. "We'll just have to be careful. The merchants sleeping potions havn't run out yet, and we've been able to control our other halves so far."
"True," Krista replied. Still, she was worried.
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((a little bit of lyrical.))
Morgan Overdale
Twilight Highlands
Gulamar and Corvus observed the necrolytes raising the wyrms for them. When the process was completed, two beasts flew up to Morgan's lieutenants and kneeled.
"Nidhogg the Green and Nilakanta the Blue." - thoughtfully said Corvus, mounting the latter.
"Rather, Nidhogg the Dreadweaver and Nilakanta the Seether." - replied Gulamar. - "The names that will very soon be whispered in terror across the land."
The duo flew up, to the highest peaks.
"It never gets old, h-uh?"
"Yep."
"Kind of makes you wanna... Break into song."
"Yup."
"I hate the living."
- Corvus
"I love to make them burn."
- Gulamar
"I love my minions,
I wait for king's return."
- Morgan
"We love the whole world, and all its darkness.
Boom De Yada, Boom De Yada, Boom De Yada, Boom De Yada!"
- All Royalists Together.
((now you may flame me, but I did it. ;p ))
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Marzegog
Scholomance
"You!" he said, pulling another cultist out from the crowd. "You were Twilight's Hammer, yes?" he asked. "Ya mon, why joo be askin'?" replied the cultist.
Marzegog grinned. "Good. There is a crashed Necropolis in the Twilight's HIghlands. Go, investigate." The cultist nodded and left.
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Characters:
Morec, House of Rivendare
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Vrem Dartskul
,
Sithia Frozenbone
Location: Undercity
Morec watched Sithia walk away - the later fed up with the formers very pressence - and then looked over at Vrem, who, unsurprisingly, was tending to his weapons and pets. "Hey, buddy," he said, "can I ask you a question?"
"No," the hunter replied.
"Do you know what love it?" Morec asked anyway.
Vrem was silent for a moment. "Love," he then said, "is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away, using a wolfslayer sniper rifle with an attached scope."
Morec blinked. "Okay, that's more like something I'd say than an actual answer."
"Which is exactly why I said it."
"So, you're stealing my lines now. Is that it?"
Vrem stopped responding and threw a bone for Marrow to fetch.
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Atik
Locronos
Ashenvale
Locronos sat and relaxed, finally having the Worgen off his back. He watched them whisper back and forth, but couldn't tell what they were saying.
He sighed and hoped for a short break. He streatched and laid back against a tree in the shade.
"Relaxation, a priviliage I haven't had in a while." He commented on his current state.
"So," he looked at the group, "Who do you think those cultist were?
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With Bolvar on the Frozen Throne keeping most of the undead in check and the Vrykul forced back by the Alliance and the Horde, the Ashen Verdict soon turned it's attention to the Lich King's living worshippers - the Cult of the Damned. Not being a military organization, the cult suffered harshly under the ruthlessness of the Ebon Blade. With the cult on the brink of eradication, most surviving members fled Northrend. Without strong leaders and with the worthiness of their God in question, the cult is currently a mere remnant of it's former powerful self.
Jessara is now a member of the Vengeance of the Damned, a group formed by survivors of the Ashen Verdict's purge seeking to exact revenge on the Ebon Blade and all wielders of the Light.
Jessara Gaunt
Somewhere in Kalimdor
"The runes are in place! Ready for departure?"
The five others gathered around the mage and formed a circle. The cultist in the center closed it's eyes, and in the next instant all six were gone.
Western Plaguelands
Six lungs exhaled in unison. "Right on target!" exclaimed the mage who had performed the spell. They had appeared next to the ruined watch tower that once served as the Scarlet's advance guard.
The group of six began scaling the hill leading to Hearthglen.
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Krutos Stormwalker
Undercity
Krutos couldn't shake away the strange feeling that a very powerful spirit was calling him. It was like an itch in the back of his head he couldn't scratch. So he decided to set off right away and walked to the flightmaster.
- "I need a bat to Tarren Mill and from there one for a week.", the tauren said.
- "That will cost you quite a bit. Can you handle it?", answered the undead.
- "I wouldn't be standing here if I couldn't.", replied Krutos, getting slightly anxious.
- "Take that one.", said the flightmaster, pointing one of the bats.
Flight to Tarren Mill was a fast one. There Krutos got a new bat, as agreed and continued his journey to south-east. The calling in his head was slowly getting stronger as miles rolled.
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