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Mysterious Mists of Change {Open RP}
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Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Sagohkrn
Location:
Menethil Harbor
Sagohkrn raised an eyebrow, "Pray, do tell!"
Post by
Snake387
Character: Hexic Lawdon
Location: Menethil Harbor
"Well, you know that bunch of Dark Irons in the keep of this harbor? Moira sent me to clear them out as a token of goodwill to the Alliance but since I'm not directly affiliated with the alliance, if I fail, it can't be traced back to her. Unfortunately, I can't clear the keep all by myself and I don't think the captain would listen to a death knight so I won't probably get help and extra hands are always welcome, also, a dranei and a pandaren are more creditible than me. Pandaren, I take it you're from The Wandering Isle so you'll love the adventure, I'll also pay for a meal or two. Light-lover I'll let you preach to whoever you want without interfering. Happy?" Hexic growled in his usual, slightly menacing voice.
Post by
Atik
Alana Greyfang
Ventus
Alana pouted; slipping into the engine room of the
Ventus
, which had been more or less turned into her personal lab.
Much to her amusement, the roar of the propellers actually managed to drown out Isaac, leaving the girl in peace as she hobbled along, supporting herself on the piped that ran along the room and eventually reaching a desk and chair.
Throwing herself into the chair, the girl sighed. Turning, she snagged several parts off the table; a battery pack and a pair of large metal gloves being most notable.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
George sighed and looked to the cultist, who was currently blacking out from the pain in the arms of two guard. "Such needless violence..."
"I know," Tula pouted and huffed. "I wanted to do something to him too!"
George stared at the gnome in stunned aversion. "That's...I didn't...augh!" He threw his arms up in hopeless abandon and hurried away towards the inn as well. Tula shrugged and followed after.
Character:
Brakkis Henson
Location:
Menethil Harbour
In the old tongue, the name Brakkis meant 'He who brings doom to mortal men.' On the other hand, in the same tongue, Henson translates with odd specificity into 'He who plays with assorted sock puppets'. The Explorer's League are still uncertain as to why that is, but have a few theories based on carvings of large frilled frogs with huge bulging eyes found carved on tombs. Overall, Lord Brakkis had found an easy equilibrium between the two titles.
The Twilight lord towered over his servant, his violet robes shimmering in the firelight of the Twilight camp. A circlet of jagged metal like a bracket of thorns entwined his pale white hair and climbed up to point, encasing a glowing green gem. Pauldrons resembling two monstrous heads simmered with eldritch purple light and squared his shoulders imposingly.
He also wore a red and brown sock on his left and right hand respectively. The brown one had googly eyes that rattled whenever it moved. It was this one which berated the kneeling cultist at Brakkis's feet.
"
What an unacceptable conundrum you have cause, Willard.
" Though the sock flopped wide mouthed in a gravelly and deep voice, the lips of the Twilight lord remaining sealed tightly. The sock shook in disappointment, sending the googly eyes rattling as it rested on an open metal briefcase. "
I must say I am very disappointed in you. We had such high hopes for you, and now you've blown it. Oh my...
" The sock scrunched up in an expression of wooly disappointment.
"
What are we going to do with you?
"
With a sob the cultist threw himself at Twilight Lord's bare sandalled feet (his socks currently being occupied elsewhere). "F-forgive me, my lord Brakkis! I-."
"
That, is Lord Adamantus to you, Willard. Do not forget who you address,
" the sock chastised.
The cultist quailed and tried to look back to the the socks cross eyed gaze. "I...apologize, my lord. But we only recovered the case. I-it was cultist Kurtz who retrieved it."
The red sock suddenly chimed in with a thin, reedy and swaying voice. "
Silence! Despite cultist Kurtz's fine alliterative name, he has failed us! We should march! Now! And kick their collective midget asses!
"
"
Quiet Ignitius!
" the brown sock intoned. "
That is quite enough of that. We shall attack on the morrow, as planned. Yes...as the first rays of dawn, cross the marshes, we shall attack them. That is...
" the arm and sock turned to address the shadows, "
provided you have no objections?
"
A long, narrow blade flashed experimentally through the last rays of evening light. A smile of pointed predatory teeth turned to the socks. "I have none that I can think of."
The brown sock bobbed in confirmation. "
Then it is decided.
" It turned back to the cultist. "
Prepare to break camp. We shall arrive under the cover of darkness, and attack with the morning.
"
"
Cool
."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
"There should be enough punching bags tomorrow to allow oneself to be picky, little death knight," Jastiel bared his teeth in a wicked grin. "Though I'd suggest getting down to the meticulous choosing after repelling the attack."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
Tula suddenly rounded on the cryomancer, her blue eyes bruning with unnatural light. "I'm not little! I have you know that if we averaged out the heights for gnomes and humans, then compared them.
I
would be taller than you!"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
Jastiel bent almost in half to look down onto the gnome.
"Now, now, don't get all riled up the one time I'm not trying to rile you up," he said softly, his breath on Tula's face colder even than her own skin.
"You never told me your name, didn't you now? I needed a way to address you, and simply 'death knight' is too general for my tastes. Not to mention it sounds kinda cool, which is not the connotation I want to be carried over."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
"Liar!" Tulatin retorted, crossing her arms. "You did it because you were making fun of me." She gasped and pointed accusingly at him. "Like you're doing right. Now!" She huffed and flounced into the inn.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
"You
still
haven't told me your name, y'know," Jastiel drawled, his long legs allowing him to easily keep up with the gnome.
"If you'd like, I can go first. Jastiel Vorei, cryomancer. My chained friend is Ohrmuzd."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
"I'll only tell you if you promise to stop making fun of me," Tula replied in a quarrelsome tone, keeping her head peevishly turned away from the cryomancer.
Post by
470415
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
"That would be discriminating!" Jastiel protested. "I treat everyone I meet with the same amount of respect - that is, little to no, depending on my mood."
Character
: Vargariel "the Bear" Chandaris
Location
: Moonglade
Vargariel tensed, readying to push the priestess away from the line of sight. His instincts were completely silent, and it bothered him to no end.
Character
: Isaac Ashwood
Location
: the
Ventus
, Stranglethorn Vale
Isaac paused for a split second, remembering if they had finally settled on the version of
Ventus
's acquisition they would present to the public, then rolled his neck.
"There was much fighting involved. Some people didn't agree with us being the ship's only rightful owners," he drawled reticently.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
"Then
I'm
not telling," Tulatin replied in a teasing and self-satisfied tone. She smiled blithely and trotted back over to the bar and her previously abandoned place.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
"What about you, Hat of Democracy?" Hastiel turned his head to gaze at George.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
Said hat man started at being suddenly addressed. "M-me? I-My name is...is George. George Wick. I could have sworn I said it at some point..." he added in a whisper to himself.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Zachary Palesen
Location
: Stranglethorn
"True," Zach admitted, setting aside the map. "Have you found out anything else about that?" he asked, nodding at mirror. "For the life of me, I can't figure out how to work it."
Character
: Morgan, Eleshor, Rialyth
Location
: Moonglade
Rialyth opened the door, looking surprised at the three. "Um, can I help you?" she asked, giving the drawn weapons a rather pointed look.
Post by
470415
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Zachary Palesen
Location
: Stranglethorn
"Therefore, we should use it to find out what it does," Zach said, shrugging.
Character
: Morgan, Eleshor, Ryalith
Location
: Moonglade
"Warlock, here?" Ryalith said, raising her eyebrows and looking astonished. "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean. This is Moonglade, priestess. We harbor none of their kind here."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
"Geordie it is. Now, what kind of drink do you, Geordie, like when you know tomorrow you're gonna be hiding someplace safe while other people do the fighting?"
Character
: Isaac Ashwood
Location
: the
Ventus
, Stranglethorn Vale
"Better ask our fearless leader Zach, he has a way with words. Me, I can't even write reports worth a damn," Isaac shrugged and headed out, expecting Valor to follow.
"Yo, Alana! I got a sandwich for ya. I like this one cold, but I'm sure you can heat it on one of the engines or something," the half-Eredar said loudly, entering the engine room.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
"My name is George, not Geordie. Do you perhaps have a speech impediment?" George asked in a compassionate tone. "That would, of course, be perfectly understandable and may in fact explain your antagonistic attitude as a means of dissipating your personal insecurities with a wall of cynicism and sarcasm. Even so, you still persist in a confrontational attitude, heedless of the potential pariah you might become when people learn of your impediment, and the sympathy which you chase away due to it. Very courageous.
"And no, as you surmised, I won't be fighting in the coming battle. I," he said, pressing a hand into his chest, "am an adamant pacifist."
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