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Mysterious Mists of Change {Open RP}
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Faust Kaufman, Captain Sterling
Location:
Stranglethorn
Sterling aimed his sword at the albino like a condemning angel.
"
Kill him!
"
Another salvo of shots rang out.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Richard Grindgear
Location: Dalaran
"What shall I tell the others when they ask where you went?" Jeeves asked as Richard walked around the workshop picking up supplies and stuffing them into his pouches on his belt.
"I went to go blow stuff up." Richard said grabbing some grenades and putting them away. He then walked over to another table and picked up a metal canister by the strap tied to either end and threw it over his shoulder letting the canister sit against his back then grabbed his rifle.
"Also make sure Depthcharge is ready when I call him." He added as he reached back and grabbed the top of the canister and pulled out a small hose that he attached to his metal forearm.
"Of course sir." Jeeves said with a bow. The engineer stepped back and turned a dial located on the other side of the canister causing it and his arm to begin to glow a faint purple.
"Cya." He said before he clapped his hands together and with a crack he was gone.
Character: Abibum
Location: Townlong Steppes
Abibum stood before the portal that led to the Thunder Isles. "I don't know about this Tano." He said hesitantly. "Why don't we head back to Half Hill and get some brew for me and straw for you." He suggested to the yak who's only response was to start to nudge him towards the portal. "Fine fine. I'm going." He groaned walking forward the yak following after him.
Post by
morginar
Character
: Lyshalis Mirkdancer
Location
: Desolace
Lyshalis leaned back into her chair and placed her hands behind her head. "So, anything you wish to ask?" The rogue asked casualy in her tone.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ohrmuzd
Location
: Wild Shore
The muskets roared and the bullets soared, biting into the giant's white flesh and coloring it crimson. He was closer now, and more ringing metal wasps found their target. Some gashed across his arms and shoulders, some lodged in his thick scapulae, and one took a bite out of his right ear. It would have two more volleys at most to take the berserker down, for even his body could not withstand such an onslaught.
But in the end, the pirates were simply not fast enough. Like a raging demon bursting out of a fiery pit, Ohrmuzd launched himself into the air. Enshrouded in a shimmering halo of his own blood he torpedoed into the ship, and the Corpse Eater opened him a way. The albino emerged in the gun deck, and even before the hefty chunk of the board he had cut out to enter could fall, the Harmonic Armament had taken a new victim as the giant rammed it into the closest sailor's eye.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Faust Kaufman, Captain Sterling
Location:
Stranglethorn
"He was a fat, pink eyed fruitcake floundering in the water!" Sterling roared into a helpless pirates face. "How did you let him get close enough to the damn ship!"
"Captain! He's below deck! We're taking on water!"
"Damn." Grabbing a musket from the paralyzed pirate, Sterling pelted about the deck. He swung his sword about frantically. "Abandon ship! Abandon ship! Make for the shore you clods! The ships lost! Head to shore!"
Buccaneers stood paralyzed, as though hypnotized by their sudden change in fortune. Raising his stolen musket, Sterling fired a single shot into the air. As though it were a starting gun, those who could leaped over the railings in a vast migration of sailcloth garbed sailors.
The man was far too fast, Sterling observed as he reloaded his musket. His crew would be cut to ribbons like shoals of fish in the wake of a shark should the albino be given an opportunity to take to the water. Pounding the musket ball into his gun, he parted his legs on the tilting deck, and took aim at the entrance to the below decks.
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Roltusk the Twilight Sword
Location:
Duskwood
"I am glad you see reason now," said the Twilight Lord holding out the huge bag of minerals.
The greying goblin mage eyed the bag greedily; it contained 200,000 gold's worth of enchanted thorium, as agreed, "Done, troll. Now what exactly do ya want of old Gerel?"
Rotusk dropped the bag at Gerel's feet, "Give me a portal to Dalaran."
Gerel laughed, "Is that all ya wanted? Well a bargains a bargain...I guess I'm forced to take your moolah," the mage snickered. With an intricate flash of his fingers, Gerel summoned a portal to Dalaran. "There you go, troll!"
The Twilight Sword nodded, "Thank you for your cooperation," As quick as greased lightning, Roltusk flung a dagger into the elderly goblin's heart. Gasping, Gerel fell back, clutching the hilt of the dagger.
Roltusk scooped up the bag and stepped through the portal before Gerel expired.
Post by
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Post by
morginar
Character
: Lyshalis Mirkdancer
Location
: Desolace
"Isn't it obvious? To help a priestess in distress." Lyshalis replied. She felt a bit offended by the question.
Post by
Adamsm
Kiran Hartford, Koran Lighthammer
Townlong Steppes
"Finally." Kiran mumbled as the Garrison came into view. The half-elf moved forward faster, a slight grin on his face. "The Prince is still here." He called over his shoulder to the others. Koran sighed and shook his head and happened to be looking towards the trees and saw a flash of something in the shade under them.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Thelradas Whipperwind
Location:
Townlong Steppes
"Is he?" Thelradas remarked eagerly, beginning to jog towards the camp.
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Mura
Location:
Booty Bay
Mura's curiosity overcame her; the beautiful woman turned on her heal and peered back into the window containing the Dream Creep.
Post by
Adamsm
Kiran Hartford, Koran Lighthammer
Townlong Steppes
"Halt!" A voice cried, and seemingly from no where a dozen Shado-Pan pandaren appeared around the trio. Kiran gave a low growl, but Koran was close enough to stop him.
"Easy." The half-dwarf said quietly, resting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "We've stopped, so please lower your weapons." Koran said to Pandaren.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Thelradas Whipperwind
Location:
Townlong Steppes
Halting as well, Thelradas cast her eyes about the stern faced (muzzled?) pandaren.
Post by
Adamsm
Kiran Hartford, Koran Lighthammer
Townlong Steppes
"Why are you threatening us?" Kiran barked at one of the Shado-Pan. The Pandaren woman merely gave him a cold glare then looked towards the Garrison.
"You radiate hatred and rage, anger and mistrust." Another of the Pandaren said, an older looking male. "Those are the places the Sha can reach you." He said, and looked at Koran and Thelradas. "You two seem more centered." He said with a grim smile.
"There is someone we need to see in the Garrison Wise One." Koran said, giving a bow to the Pandaren who had spoken.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Thelradas Whipperwind
Location:
Townlong Steppes
"I'm delivering mail," Thelradas offered lamely.
Post by
Adamsm
Kiran Hartford, Koran Lighthammer
Townlong Steppes
The elder Pandaren looked at Thelradas. "Enter freely and warmly, and may your task complete well." He said with a bow then turned his attention to the two half-lings. "As for you two; I believe I know who you seek. He will be brought out to you in a half hour. Sit, relax, calm yourself." The Pandaren gave them a smile then headed towards the Garrison.
The remaining Shado-Pan did not move, merely keeping an eye on Kiran, who returned their stares with one of his own, barely controlling his anger.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Thelradas Whipperwind
Location:
Townlong Steppes
Thelradas fidgeted for a moment, then shrugged and looked to her two companions. "Mind if I wait with you?"
Post by
Adamsm
Kiran Hartford, Koran Lighthammer
Townlong Steppes
"It's a free land, unless these clowns think they own it too." Kiran growled with another glare the Shado-Pan who stood like statues.
Koran sighed and took a seat, shaking his head. "At least it's only a bit longer."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Thelradas Whipperwind
Location:
Townlong Steppes
Silently, the night elf took a seat beside the other two, resting her palms upon the knees and sitting ramrod straight.
Post by
Adamsm
Kiran Hartford, Koran Lighthammer
Townlong Steppes
The half hour seemed to crawl by, with Kiran continuing to glare at the Shado-Pan warriors, who merely stared back. He twitched as he smelled the Prince approaching and looked towards the Garrison, seeing the old Pandaren walking serenely alongside the Black Prince...and at the human disguised dragon's side was a a tall thin Night Elf woman with jet black hair and wearing dark black leather armour.
Her skin was a dusky purple, and her eyes were visible; rather then silver or gold like most Night Elves, her's were all black with red lines crawling through them like magma. Her lips were painted black, and the tattoos on her face, a pair of lines that ran through the eyes and down the cheeks, were also black.
Kiran growled and almost launched himself to his feet, but managed to stay seated, seeing the Shado-Pan twitching at his movements.
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