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Mysterious Mists of Change {Open RP}
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Post by
Atik
Alana Greyfang
Ventus
"Over here!" Alana shouted, vaguely annoyed as Isaac broke the hypnotic drawl of the ship's engines.
She sat at her desk still, legs having gone limp again, and this time so numb she was physically afraid to stand up. The Half-Dragon sighed, metal gloves clipped to her belt and wires flowing from them to her backpack.
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Sagohkrn
Location:
Menethil Harbor
Sagohkrn raised an eyebrow incredulously, "I will help you clear them out; but you must then help me with what I was sent here to do."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
"You are an annoying person, Georg," Jastiel squinted at George. "You're naive, you're ignorant, and worst of all, you're presumptuous.
I suggest you look it up in a dictionary. The name 'George' dates back as far as the nascent Arathor empire back when it was still the Arathi tribe uniting the others to fight against the troll menace in the north. It comes from the word '
georgos
' and means 'farmer' or 'earthworker'. Georgia, Georgina, Georgeanna - all these are feminine forms of the name, whereas Georgie and Geordie are diminutive masculine forms existing in our dialect of the language. Among dwarves, it has been corrupted into Seoirse, Deòrsa, Seòras, Siôr, Siors, Siorus - take your pick.
Names have power, mister Wick. Name of a person, of a spell, of an item, of a place - anyone of those belies a very real, tangible power. Calling out someone or something by their true name invokes a bond of sorts, which can be both one-sided and mutual. I'm not sure yet if I want to invoke such a bond with you of all people, so I'm not gonna use your full name.
Before we move onto the next issue that needs to be addressed here, any questions, Georgiana?"
Character
: Isaac Ashwood
Location
: the
Ventus
, Stranglethorn Vale
"There you go," Isaac said as he deposited the box with the sandwiches onto her desk. "Shall I leave our guest in your capable hands and go search for some ointment for your legs?" he asked with unnecessary formality.
Post by
Snake387
Character: Hexic Lawdon
Location: Menethil Harbor
"And why were you sent here exactly then?" Hexic asked impatiently.
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Sagohkrn
Location:
Menethil Harbor
"An artifact of malevolent intentions was being escorted en route to Shattrath. Unfortunately, an army of thieves attacked us and though most of them died, three were able to escape with the evil device. They are currently hiding in Booty Bay, awaiting a boat that will arrive in three days to take them to Northrend. The danger is not high, that's why I was sent alone, but if the two of you come, and the device is successfully retrieved, A'dal will pay you highly for your services."
Post by
Snake387
Character: Hexic Lawdon
Location: Menethil Harbor
Hexic pulled a face, "The naaru?" He shivered visibly, naaru's were scary."I won't be meeting him in person then. Anyway, fine I'll do it and even if they do manage to get away from Booty Bay, I know Northrend like the back of my hand."
Post by
Atik
Alana Greyfang
Ventus
"My legs don't need anything..." Alana muttered. "Just... give me a few to rest them up and I'll kick your butt with them to prove it!"
The stained bandages around her dangling legs clearly told a different story.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Isaac Ashwood
Location
: the
Ventus
, Stranglethorn Vale
Isaac made a long face, only now getting a proper look at Alana's legs.
"Weell... Tell you what, on the bright side, mini shorts will look good on you," he drawled, taking a knife out of his left boot. "Think you can begin cutting them off while I'm fetching the medkit?"
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
George peered at the other man. "Does...does using a nickname not imply an even closer relationship?"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
"Not if I'm using it derisively, Jorja," the cryomancer retorted with a bloodthirsty ear-to-ear grin.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
"But does that not show you care enough to bother?"
Tula giggled and nudged Jastiel's ribs. "You liiiike him," she sang.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
"Put a sock in it, pigtails," Jastiel brushed the death knight off lightheartedly.
"Have it your way, George Wick," he said then, the air suddenly growing heavier and colder around the luckless blacksmith apprentice. Of course, that was because the cryomancer deliberately manipulated the water in the air around him, and not because invoking his name had any considerable consequences at this moment, but Jastiel figured the other did not need to know it.
"Moving on... Pacifists are just loathsome cowards, you know that? Let me paint you a picture - tomorrow, I die. Everyone defending the town dies because despicable cravens like you, George Wick, prefer to sit on their thumbs. Now, just as you crawl out of your hiding hole, you see a cultist chasing after... well, let's make her a twelve-year old girl who's barely hit puberty and can't defend herself. You see him overwhelming her, ripping off her clothes, breaking her limbs and intending to rape her. What are your actions as a pacifist? Using stern words to admonish him?"
Post by
Atik
Alana Greyfang
Ventus
Alana grumbled, blushing at the combination of Isaac's suggestion and Valor's reaction. She was anything but the type of person who would prance around in denim shorts like eye-candy.
Okay, so she vaguely wanted to be that sort of girl, but she knew she could never pull it off. She wasn't built for such styles in the slightest; working out, eating junk food, and trying to be 'one of the guys' had only solidified her very boy-ish from.
Despite all this, however, the girl snatched the knife from Isaac, pouting.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
"I trip him, help her up and make sure she can escape," George replied dryly. "I am not a coward. I am a conscientious objector."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
"Yeah, that will work really well for you, pacifist, against a trained combatant. Let me put it as bluntly as is possible so that you do not strain yourself thinking of a loophole," Jastiel sneered. "In a situation where you have to choose between injuring and probably killing aggressors and letting their victims get hurt, what are you going to do, George Wick?"
Character
: Isaac Ashwood
Location
: the
Ventus
, Stranglethorn Vale
"That's the spirit," Isaac sprouted a somewhat awkward attempt to cheer the pouting half-dragon up before turning around and hurrying back to the cargo hold.
The youth returned soon enough, with a medical case in his hands and wearing thick rubber gloves that allowed him to compensate for the fact that his hands were clawed.
"So, need some painkillers to help sit through removing those bandages?" he asked.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
George met the cryomancer's sneer with a stony expression. "It's not my place to use aggression to counter someone else's."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
Jastiel's face twitched in a grimace of disgust.
"Just like I said. Coward," he uttered. "I suggest you run along and fine a nice, dark hole to sit there and shiver in fear tomorrow, lest you get in the way."
The cryomancer spun on his heels and walked up to the bar to order a portion of gin and tonic.
Post by
Adamsm
Kiran Hartford, Koran Lighthammer
Half-elf, Half-dwarf
Dragonsworn
The two have been friends for a long time. Kiran stands at about 6'3 with long brown-blonde hair, light blue eyes and a square jaw. He's thin looking, and usually wears simple leather armour. Koran is 5'10 and built like a brick house; he has dark black hair and beard that he keeps tied into a tail. He has dark eyes and usually has a smile on his face. The pair were sent to Pandaria on the orders of the Flights to investigate just what the Black Prince has been up to.
Lion's Landing, Krasarang Wilds
"So according to the map, the Prince is suppose to be hold up in this 'Tavern of the Mists' thing, here in the Veiled Stairs." Kiran said out loud, as the pair rode gryphons to the north. Koran grunted, his eyes closed. "It's strange though, why would the Prince be doing all of the things that the Flights told us about? I mean, what is the point of sending both members of the factions into these old ruins to fight against the Mogu, Mantid and Sha forces?" He mused and Koran grunted again.
Kiran looked over at his friend with a raised eyebrow. "You...don't look too good." He said, trying not to smile. Koran grunted again, and shot what was an attempt at a death glare at the half-elf, but fell short by the greenish tinge to his face.
"I..hate..you." Koran growled, closing his eyes again as Kiran chuckled.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
George sighed and turned to the bar. Leaning an elbow on the wood, he cradled his cheek in a palm and began to idly trace a pattern with some spilled water.
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