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Mysterious Mists of Change {Open RP}
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470415
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Isaac Ashwood
Location
: the
Ventus
, Stranglethorn Vale
"Someone's in a good mood," Isaac smirked at the sight of Victoria, the half-Eredar himself in the middle of ascending the stairs onto the upper deck.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
The gnome cocked her head. "What about?"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
"Anything. Don't you have stories to tell?"
Post by
Atik
Alana Greyfang
Ventus
"High hopes hotshot... But I don't think you could pull it off." Alana said. "I like to use those..." The girl commented; pointing over towards the entrance.
It wouldn't have been surprising if Valor had thought the massive metal objects were supports for the pipe they leaned against; the dual swords were certainly large enough. Massive thick blades looked capable of holding a ceiling if need be. Despite their size, however, the blades were far from ornate; being rather simple and unnoteworthy in appearance.
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470415
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Post by
Stabhorn
Character: Aika
Location: Menethil Harbor
"Story?" rumbled the infinite drakonid, rudely, strangely, immediately and oddly intruding on Jastiel and the others.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
"I guess. I travel around a lot looking."
Character:
Brakkis Henson
Location:
Menethil Harbour
There was only one way overland into Menethil. Conversely, there was only one way out. Weapons made silent by being wrapped in cloth kept the raiders quiet, along with a painful death to any who failed to heed such instruction. Oddly, the fact that such a promise came from a sock puppet who couldn't make eye contact due to having googly eyes made it rather more unsettling than not. As such, the Twilight Cultists collected beneath grim darkness of the small shore across from the town.
Brakkis stood near the front of the collected Twilight force, the two sock puppets up and pointing towards the paltry walls poking from the water before them.
"
The bridge is the key,
" Adamantus drawled. "
If we can make it across, we can take the gate and be amongst them within moments.
"
"
So let's do it!
"
"
Hush,
" the Brown sock chastised mildly. "
Soon. When the sun rises against our backs, we will strike. It is...the most strategic plan. Do you not agree, mister Kaufman?
"
A set of sharp teeth amongst shadows moved as though in a nod. "Oh? My advice? Well..." the shadow turned to examine the walls. "...Yes. I think that, with your resources, that would be the most expedient."
If a sock could ever look smug, Adamantus would. "
You see? It's not so mu-.
"
The fireball tore across the bridge, bringing day to night just before it smashed into the harbour's gate. The explosion ripped the great doors from their hinges, leaving one to hang smoldering and blackened while the other crashed into the waterlogged street behind, hissing as it extinguished.
"
Yeah. But see? Then that happened.
"
Adamantus stared slack thumbed at the sight. Recovering quickly, it then turned upon its companion. "
Incompetent fool! Do you know what you've done!
"
The most insincere "
Oops
" ever uttered by footwear was the reply.
"No time for bickering," Faust observed, an umbrella flashing in the light of t he fire and rising to point at the ruined gate. "The alarm will be raised shortly."
Despite having inversed cloth for a mouth, Adamantus appeared to be on the verge of foaming from frustration. The sock stretched up and from it came the cry of, "
Attack!
"
And so a second tidal wave of destruction swept towards Menethil Harbour. Only this time coming from the opposite side.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
Jastiel was about to comment on the intrusion when the entire ramshackle building shuddered and his gin & tonic toppled over, spilling forlornly on the wooden floor.
"Well, damn," the cryomancer sighed melancholically, standing up in a fluid, almost ophidian in its superhuman grace, motion to avoid stepping into the alcohol.
"I'm gonna go out and see if I can skewer the reason my drink fell, pigtails," he informed the gnome. "Something tells me it's gonna be lots of fun! Ohrmuzd, to me."
The albino giant rose from the floor with a low growl, coming at Jastiel's beck. The latter headed outside at a leisurely pace, shoving past Aika with a halfhearted "Move it, sparkles," directed at the creature.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
"Hey! Wait up!"
Tula chugged down her chocolate milk, coughing when it went down the wrong pipe. Still trying to clear her throat, she grabbed her thin swords and stumbled outside.
George hesitated at the bar. He drummed his fingers about a mug of water with indecision, even as shouts and cries grew in volume, and the glow of flickering flames like dawn's rays became visible through the inn's window. He sighed and shook his head.
Rising, he threw some coins on the abandoned bar and rushed out the door.
Pandemonium filled Menethil.
The sheer swell of numbers against the guards at the gate had forced them back. The water choked streets soon ran red with blood as cultist and guard clashed, combat spilling into side streets as milita joined in the fray.
Fanaticism and militarism swayed and ebbed. Brakkis strode through the gate, the firelight shimmering off his stony face, and paused upon the fallen door to take stock of the results of their advance.
The initial charge had gained the gate, but now stalled as cultists ran hither and thither amongst the streets, becoming bogged down by guard and militia in places where superior numbers couldn't be brought to bear. The fighting was quickly stretching down every avenue like a dam freed until a front could only be guessed at. A city wide brawl was imminent as a guillotine's descent.
The red sock tittered with glee. "
Hehe! Aw yeah. This! This is how its done! All right boys!
" it flapped shrilly. "Party be rockin' in the house tonight! Don't worry about making a mess! They're going to be cleaning it up! Hahahaha!"
Post by
Stabhorn
Character: Aika
Location: Menethil Harbor
Not one to be dissuaded once he had a task, Aika stubbornly followed.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
Ohrmuzd rattled his chain, eager to begin the slaughter, but was silenced with a gesture from Jastiel. The cryomancer drew his sword - an elegant cruciform weapon, the double-edged blade pearly white with "ᚲᛟᛚᛞᚱᛖᛁᚷᚾ" engraved in gold down the fuller and the hilt crafted of some coral-like material.
"This doesn't look good at all for the good people of Menethil," Jastiel stated rather cynically. "Pigtails, wanna help me carve my way to their leader so that I can take this outside of the town and unleash my chained friend?"
Post by
Snake387
Charcter: Hexic Lawdon
Location: Menethil Harbor
As the explosion rocked the barracks, Hexic turned to the Paladin, "We're under attack, there's no time to argue, just help us defend this blasted place." Not checking to see if the Paladin had heeded his call, Hexic rushed out with the rest of the guards, hanging back a little however, in order to prepare himself.
Activating his runes and arming his ghoul with an abandoned axe, Hexic then called forth the insects that plagued his body and then rushed to a group of cultists, within a minute they'd been taken care of, Hexic rushed to the next victims.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Loki, Calin Greyfang
Location: Menethil Harbor
"What the!" Loki exclaimed when he heard the explosions and turned to see the fighting that was filling the streets.
"Mr. Wibbles! Take them out." Loki ordered as he drew his pistols and fired at the nearest cultist. The robot beeped as it raised it's hands up and began to fire arcane bolts at the cultists trying to force them back.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear, George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
"Yay!" Tula cheered, drawing her swords. "I'm helping!"
Character:
Brakkis Henson (Incendius, Adamantus), Faust Kaufman
Location:
Menethil Harbour
Drifting from the heavens on wings of an open umbrella, a man clad in a trim black suit with sharp green eyes, and a stove pipe hat touched down lightly upon the ravaged wooden door. "It would seem resistance is somewhat greater than expected," Faust observed, folding his umbrella back up.
"
It matters not,
" The brown sock replied shortly. Faust hummed and planted the tip of his umbrella in the wood, leaning upon it casually.
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Sagohkrn, Aika
Location:
Menethil Harbor
Sagohkrn spun smoothly, a double edged sword forming in his hands from thin air. With a deft flick, he blocked the blow that would have skewered Pui like a fish in a barrel. Another quick jab left his opponent floundering on the ground, grappling with the hole in his chest.
The Priest smoothly stepped out into the Chaos, sending balls of light to dispatch any enemy within twelve feet of him.
***************************************
Aika had prepared for this. His blade slid in and out of several nearby combatants. He did not care who died, as long as his target did. To most, it seemed that people randomly dropped with mortal wounds in their chests as Aika strode purposely after Jastiel.
Post by
Monday
((Heaven help me for what I'm about to do))
Character
: ?
Location
: Menethil Harbor
"Jas, you didn't tell me you would bring friends," someone whined from above the white-clad warrior's ear. A boy hung in the air, which would have been unusual in and of itself, except that he was hanging upside down. A jacket enclosed his upper body, while black pants covered the lower. His formed seemed to flicker and twitch, as though not entirely connected with the reality he sat on. "And they even have the gall to steal my shtick."
Character
: Ryalith
Location
: Moonglade
Ryalith glared murderously at them as she sat, tied up.
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Aika
Location:
Menethil Harbor
The nasty looking man seemed surprised as his chest suddenly burst open. Aika withdrew his spear from the dead man's heart; keeping an eye on his target.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
"Of course you are, pigtails," Jastiel chuckled, then raised his head as the youthful intruder
phased
out of the blue above him.
"Yo, trickster! That's a pleasant sight," the cryomancer grinned. "If you mean sparkles here, we haven't yet sealed the covenant of our friendship. Indulge yourself; after that, I will welcome you at my side."
He rolled his neck and swung his sword idly several times, the air moaning as it was cloven by the ensorcelled blade.
"Shall we?" Jastiel winked at Tula and started towards the thick of battle. Walking leisurely at first, the self-styled adventurer gradually gained speed and momentum, finally breaking into a run. Ohrmuzd was at his heels, with his sheer weight and bestial, barely contained might, hurling foe and friend alike out of the way should they be unfortunate enough to stray too close to the duo.
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Aika
Location:
Menethil Harbor
Aika trailed behind them, slaying any who tried to attack from that direction.
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