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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Vrem Dartskul
Location: Northern Barrens
Vrem nodded and pulled his hand back. "So where are the worgen anyway?" he asked.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Naranyaku
Location
: Northern Barrens
"The third one - who just happens to be a <Thalassian swear word> druid has set up something like a fortification in that direction," - the felblood pointed there - "A good defense, but at the same time far too noticeable."
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Vrem Dartskul
Location: Northern Barrens
"So, we wait for the Legion to strike at them, or for them to come out." Vrem said, taking a few strange looking bullets out and starting to place them into his rifle. "We might be here for a while, then.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Naranyaku
Location
: Northern Barrens
"Precisely."
((Now Playing - Be Prepared by Jeremy Irons))
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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Vrem Dartskul
Location: Northern Barrens
"Then we wait," Vrem said, fitting the last of the bullets into his rifle and leaning back against a nearby tree to do just that.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Naranyaku
Location
: Northern Barrens
Naranyaku shrugged and in one elegant movement found himself on a branch of another tree. He leaned against the trunk and let his legs dangle idly with the branch between them.
Post by
Morec0
(( Welcome to the forums, Allara. If you have any questions post them
here
. Also, you may want to note that the group with the worgen you are reffering to are inside a large plant-made structure, out of sight. ))
Character:
Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret
,
Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Location: Northern Barrens
Ivan placed a hand on the gnome's shoulder, waking her up. "Your watch," he said to her, then headed back over to the fire to sleep. Krista had already fallen into a deep slumber.
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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret
,
Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
, Sar'gon
Location: Northern Barrens
Ivan quickly fell asleep, and slept silently for several minutes. After those minutes had past, though, he began to stir, his face gritting in pain and his mouth quietly mumbling words. In his mind played the nightmare that had reoccured ever since he had been infected with the curse.
He was back in his main hall family's manor home in Gilneas, the house appearing just as it had before things had gone to hell. Orderly, well-kept, everything just as it should be. As he looked around, though, that changed. The home began to become degraded, furnature was turned over, the wallpaper shreded with large claw marks in the walls and floor. It was all too clear as to what was the cause of it all; worgen.
The dream Ivan then heard a pair of howls followed by a pair of screams, and took off running into the home. He followed the sounds of running and combat through the halls, although they seemed to stretch on longer then he remembered. The further in he went the more degraded the home became, taking on damage that he wasn't even sure had really existed.
He turned a final corner, and ran through a nearby door, instead finding himself outside of the house. He looked around, and saw what filled him with dread; a black-furred and silver-furred worgen, each holding his two siblings, Krista and Blaine respectively, by the throat. They struggled to get free, but eventually went limp, their bodies fading into nothingness while the two worgen seemed to grow in size.
They too then dissapered, replaced by a single, brown-furred beast. "You wont be able to fight us forever," Bloodhowl said in a voice that sounded like a demonic version of Ivan's own. "You're out of Krennan's potion, and you'll never find an alchemist that can knows how to make it. You and your siblings will lose your humanity once more, and anyone who tries to help you will die
."
Ivan roared in rage and charged at the worgen. He had no weapons, but once he was in rage he swung his fists and the beast.
The attack never made contact, instead Bloodhowl dissapered along with everything else around him, leaving him with black void surrounding the beam of light in which he stood. He heard movement all around him, but every time he tried to focus in on it, it would simply vanish and start up behind him again.
Finally he reached a point where it stayed infront of him, and a massive wolfish face came into the light, looking down on it. The gigantic Bloodhowl chuckled at him, a massive paw reaching down to envelop him. "Weak, pathetic humans," he growled as his claws began to tighten around Ivan.
Ivan bolted up into a sitting posittion with a gasp of terror, breathing heavily and sweat covering his body.
---
Sar'gon's paitence was starting to grow thin. Mortals, they moved far too slowly for his tastes, esspecially this one. However, he realized that he could not act without assistance. Tapping the foot of his disguise in impatience he continued to wait, hoping that Koren had a good reason for taking his time.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie
Location
: Northern Barrens
The druid opened his eyes and looked at Ivan.
"Did he try to intimidate you?" - he asked knowingly. - "Always remember, you are stronger than you think."
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret
,
Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Location: Northern Barrens
"Thanks," Ivan said at a moment, nodding at the druid, "but it was just a nightmare. I've had it a million times before."
And yet it always manages to scare the %^&* out of you
, he thought to himself.
Krista had also been woken up, but she just tried to go back to sleep. Her sleep was no less plagued by nightmares, though she had been able to get used to them overtime. Something about Ivan's just kept him for living with them, though.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie
Location
: Northern Barrens
"Don't forget who you are talking to," - said Alexander - "We may know each other for less than a day, but know that I am your friend, I know what you feel, and I will help if needed."
((Duh, 30 minutes spent thinking over this?))
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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret
,
Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Location: Northern Barrens
Ivan looked at the druid, and eyebrow raised. What was the druid trying to pull, he wonderd. After a minute, he simply shook his head. "Thank you," he said, then attempted to go back to sleep.
Character:
Morec, House of Rivendare
Location: Zul'aman
Morec frowned as he beheaded another troll. He was getting bored, and when he got bored he killed things. Unfortunately, he was getting bored with killing people. "To the Nether with this!" he said, blasting trolls out of his way as he headed away from the battle.
"Had enough of fighting! Woah! Back away from the edge buddy!"
"I'm just going to go get those Juju's myself! Then we can get on with killing other things!"
"You've lost it. You've totally lost it."
"Thank you."
Post by
Krutos
Name:
Ironfist
Race:
Orc
Class:
Warrior
Appearance:
Ironfist is a rather large orc, a little more than 7' tall, and very muscular. His skin is a light olive green coloured and is covered in runic tattoos, face and head included. His right arm, from elbow down, is covered in an iron gauntet that has been burned to it's place. His head is shaved clean and he also doesn't have a beard. Ironfist wears a simple mail leggings, a hauberk, leather boots and no gauntlet of any kind in the left hand. He is armed with a two-handed iron hammer, that has on top of the hammer end, a spiked arc or a part of a halo - for stabbing enemies and for some extra reach.
Location:
Ghostlands
Ironfist jogged down the road towards North. He liked jogging, it was almost like meditation. Only hearing your own footsteps and see the road run under you. He was slighly more hunched that normaly, as he had been running for quite a while now. Every now and again he lifted his head to check the road and the surroundings.
When he again raise his head, he saw a figure emerging from the distance. Tall one, a rider maybe? He didn't really want to slow down but in the end it might be a better idea, Azeroth was full of all sorts of crazy people how could easily cut of the head of a random jogger. Especially considering the importance of his delivery. So the orc slowed to walking speed and kept his eyes fixed on the figure.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Kareithel Arroval, Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie
Location
: Ghostlands, Northern Barrens
The thalassian charger trotted casually to the South when Kareth saw a bulky figure ahead of him. After noticing the olive green skin and over-all proportions and recalling his knowledge of Orcish, the blood knight raised his claymore in greeting - holding it with one arm just to show off - and said.
"Trom'ka, wanderer."
The druid closed his eyes and returned to meditation again, though it was not as deep as he wanted it to - Alexander decided to stay alert. Nevertheless, it helped to replenish the energy lost during the day.
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