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Reckoning of a New Age | Open Roleplay
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Post by
Behelich
((The human body, Morec))
Hascakkin
Darkshore
"As always, Curho, as always. Wandering around this wretched world, incinerating adventurers, chit-chatting with cultists, scavenging... The usual stuff. I thought you could use my company to wreak some havoc."
Post by
Persen
Jessara Gaunt
Scholomance
Suddenly, the noises coming from below stopped. The cultists reacted instinctively, freezing on the spot.
"On your guard!" whispered Arros. Three of the cultists reached for their weapons and took positions in front of Jessara, Arros and the other female.
Post by
Monday
Marzegog
Scholomance
"How about we give a warm welcome to our guests?" asked Marzegog. The cultists formed a tight formation and proceeded up the stairs.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Curho Demoneye
Location: Darkshore
Curho laughed again. "And what makes you think I would even consider you help? And even if I did, why should I trust you? If I remember correctly, you attempted to disrupt the whole of the Legion's work several years back." He kept the orb of fel fire charged, ready to be thrown at any moment.
Post by
Behelich
Hascakkin
Darkshore
"My, my, so much temper. Years did not change you, Curho. I thought you Legionnaires know no such thing as trust. Regardless, the Legion's plans are thwarted now while brave heroes emerge victorious time and time again." - Hascakkin smiled. He was not afraid of the orc - they both knew they had some tricks, and it would be a pointless waste of power for them to fight.
"If you do not need my help, I'm not offended, I'll leave you immediately. But you know almost as good as I do that together we will have ten times more fun."
Post by
Persen
Jessara Gaunt
Scholomance
Jessara was standing between Arros and the other female, an experienced necromancer. In front of her was a large man with a serrated longsword, flanked by two smaller cultists. She could feel the adrenaline pumping. She was used to ambushing unsuspecting Scarlets or at least being shielded by masses of undead, not chaotic man-to-man fighting.
The footsteps coming up the staircase grew louder and louder.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Curho Demoneye
Location: Darkshore
Curho thought. He would preffer to see Hascakkin's head burst into flames, but he began to think about the offer. He had to admit, it would be fun to se Auberdine burn to the ground - despite the trouble that might cause for the Shadow Council - but he knew he couldn't do so on his own. Maybe...
He nodded. "Very well," he said. "And I have the perfect place for us to test how much destruction we can cause." Curho then continued to ride towards the north.
Post by
Behelich
Hascakkin
Darkshore
Hascakkin simply grinned and let out his wings - over the years, he absorbed enough souls to be able to maintain metamorphosis as long as he wanted. He flew alongside Curho, and Zuril Gozin ran after them.
"So, how's that old hairball, Xavilas?" - he asked.
Post by
Monday
Marzegog
Scholomance
Marzegog entered a chamber to see four figures in front of him. The cultists formed up behind him, and stared at the newcomers.
Post by
Persen
Jessara Gaunt
Scholomance
The people coming up the stairs didn't bear any markings related to the Cult of the Damned, nor were they dressed as such. Any experienced cultists would recognize them as outsiders.
"We are cultists of the Vengeance of the Damned. Who are you and what are you doing in the School of Necromancy?" called the man in the front with authority. Jessara did her best to stay out of sight behind him, but ready to attack at any moment.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Curho Demoneye
Location: Darkshore
"As pathetic as ever," Curho muttered. "Just like all of those fur-covered night elves. Why the Legion even tolerates the is still beyond me."
Post by
Monday
Marzegog
Scholomance
"The school of Necromancy was destroyed. This is the remnants of the school which we claimed." The
cultists
behind him nodded.
Post by
Persen
Jessara Gaunt
Scholomance
"Destroyed? By whom?" inquired the man. In the back, Jessara was growing impatient.
Post by
Monday
Marzegog
Scholomance
"Arthas's loyalists," he said, spitting onto a pile of bones in the corner. "They razed most of it and killed all inside that didn't join them."
Post by
Behelich
Hascakkin
Darkshore
Hascakkin bared his teeth. How admirably sincere.
"I never doubted it. Say, mind if I borrow your succubus for one night? Zuril is bored and I planned to summon him a new one, but considering our most fortunate encounter..."
Post by
Persen
Jessara Gaunt
Scholomance
"
Arthas' loyalists?
Impostors! The Scholomance belongs to the Scourge!" called the man, visibly irritated. Arros, the mage, put his hand on his shoulder.
"And who do you serve, you who seek to claim this sacred place as your own?" he asked calmly but with authority.
Post by
Monday
Marzegog
Scholomance
"All Dark Magic," he said. "We are Necromancers, Demon Worshipers, Twilight Hammers, Warlocks, Death Knights and many more, all combined into one belief in Fel Magic."
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Curho Demoneye
Location: Duskwood
"No," Curho replied bluntly, starting to regret letting the human live. If it meant the death of who knew how many night elves, he was willing to tolerate his pressence a little longer.
Post by
Persen
Jessara Gaunt
Scholomance
"I understand... and where do your allegiances lie? Who is your enemy?" he continued, trying to find out whether these "Fel cultists" were enemies or allies.
Post by
Monday
Marzegog
Scholomance
"All who oppose us. Priests, Paladins, Shamans to name a few. All who vowed to exterminate the Darkness made themselves our enemies. The Alliance and Horde, the Argent Dawn, the Sha'tar. Yes we do have covens in Outland," he said, forstalling any questions.
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