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Post by
Morec0
Character: ?, Arena Guards,
Vrem Dartskul
,
Ebony
, Evicerate
Location: Arena
The worgen faded into darkness as it neared Hollow and then vanished altogether. It reappeared behind him, slashing at his throat.
Post by
Quilan
Alara K. Flameblaze
Rec. Room
Alara continues clawing the wall with pure persistance, not giving up. Growling under her breath, "We're gettin' out of here." Her confidence wouldn't falter, her eyes would be filled with rage but still have a gleam of hope in them.
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Doctor Victor Konovalov
Location:
Arena- recreation room
"Damn." Victor swore, noting the damage she was causing to her hands. "Somevone hold her down please." The doctor requested, reaching into his medical bag and producing a bottle of clear liquid, wetting a cloth with it.
Post by
Quilan
((Last post till tomorrow))
Alara K. Flameblaze
Rec. Room
Alara doesn't seem to pay attention to the doctor, or the pain she's putting herself through, more focused on destroying the wall, unless someone holds her back, she won't stop clawing the wall unless she dies.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Doctor Victor Konovalov
Location:
Arena- recreation room
With a final muttered curse as no one seemed particularly keen to assist Victor crept up behind the worgen and jumped on her back, attempting to force the chloroform soaked cloth over her muzzle.
Post by
Morec0
Character: ?, Arena Guards,
Vrem Dartskul
,
Ebony
, Evicerate
Location: Arena
The wall again counter-attacked all of those attacking it.
The worgen took the blow hard, but then turn and slashed at Hollow's face again, seemingly unharmed by the attack. He repeated the same attack several times.
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470415
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Post by
Monday
Character: Fjorndar "Serenade" Basshammer
Location: The Rec Room
Fjorndar shrugged and ignored the others. Presently, the patches on the side of his robes started moving to a quiet rhythm that seemed to be emanating from nowhere. Some sort of stringed instrument entered soon, creates a thrashy, loud, heavy feel to the music.
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193410
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Post by
Monday
Character: Fjorndar "Serenade" Basshammer
Location: The Rec Room
Fjorndar grinned. "The Artists Formerly Known as Level 80 Tauren Chieften," he said.
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Post by
Monday
((Sorry Neon! I'll post in a sec, getting dinner right now))
Mosh:
I'm not kidding =P
))
Character: Fjorndar "Serenade" Basshammer
Location: The Rec Room
Serenade nodded and waited.
((Yeah, I think I'll keep the nickname. In case y'all couldn't tell, I enjoy awesome sounding nicknames. This one comes from
Megaman
Battlenetwork))
Post by
Krutos
Azrael Darkwhisper
Arena - Rec room
With a loud crack, the box opened. Light came in and momentarily blinded the night elf. From the light a hand emerged and he took it and got pulled out of the box.
When Azrael could properly see again, he was in some sort of a room or hall filled with people from almost every race.
- "What is this?", the elf demanded, not pointing his question to anybody in particular. "Why am I here?"
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Post by
Monday
Character: Fjorndar "Serenade" Basshammer
Location: The Rec Room
"You're here to fight, and to die," Serenade said over the music. "Or win, but I doubt many here will win."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Lisciel Dawnchaser
Location
: En route to Grom'gol
Lisciel hated himself for beginning to feel sleepy. There was something fundamentally wrong about him resting while his wife was in mortal danger.
Then, his inner voice spoke to him, taking on the form of his closest friend, a revered sunwalker Ahanu Whitehorn.
'
Your exhausting yourself now will
not
help her in any way, Lizzie. Rest for now - odds are you will
not
be able to do so once you get closer to your destination -
wherever
that may be.
'
Lisciel sighed, wishing his friend were here with him to help, and succumbed to the drowsiness, falling prey to a nightmare-filled slumber.
((FYI, Morec, I'm waiting for whatever comes earlier - fights between the chars or post 401 before Lisciel arrives to the Swamp and proceeds to incinerate everything he doesn't like.))
Post by
Krutos
((In that case, we'll burn rather soon. Oh well, I regret nothiiiiiii))
Azrael Darkwhisper
Arena - Rec room
- "That doesn't tell me
why
I am here. And where exactly is here anyway?", Azrael continued suspiciosly eyeing everybody in the room.
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