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Post by
Aimsyr
Amora Frosthowl, Elsa Wolftongue, Vashadya Duskwind, Yalira Stormtongue
The Golden Isles, Villa Islands
"It would be," Amora's eyes flashed with raw animalism, though the noblewoman's observation itself and her overall demeanour remained ambiguous.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie
Location
: the Golden Isles, Villa Islands
The druid's nostrils flared when he breathed deeply to draw in Amora's scent. He leaned closer so that he could lower his voice to a murmur; when he spoke, his teeth were bared into a snarl and the tips of his sharp canines lightly grazed the woman's ear.
"Then again, most of what we thought proper we have long since left behind."
Post by
Aimsyr
Amora Frosthowl, Elsa Wolftongue, Vashadya Duskwind, Yalira Stormtongue
The Golden Isles, Villa Islands
"Ask no questions, hear no lies," Amora winked, repeating the old adage, though the bounty hunter stepped around the druid, brushing against him lightly with her torn dress and sniffing him in turn.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Marisa "Talah" Blackswallow, Aria Flameleaf
Location: Golden Isles
Marisa had headed directly for the first of the accommodations that caught her attention. She shut herself in for the night.
Aria had started to head towards the sounds of other people, but as they began to walk away from the source she too headed off for a room. Disrobing, she crawled into bed and pulled the covers over her head.
Characters: ?, Vrem Dartskul, Amanda the Shadowheart, Gabriel Belmont, Maria the Lightbender,
Location: Ruins of Lordaeron
The tall figure, taller than either Vrem, Amanda, or their two respective subordinates that followed behind them as they entered the room, was arranging runes across the ground, already dressed in his traveling gear with a travelling pack filled with the rest of the equipment he'd need a few feet away. He set down the next needed stone before looking over his shoulder at his returning associates.
"Good, we're almost ready to leave," he said, setting down the next rune.
"If I may speak freely," Vrem started.
"You may not," the tall man cut him off. "And you're not to continue your hunts until I return, Lady Shadowheart will inform me if you fail to comply."
Vrem scowled, both at the taller man and at Amanda. The Bishop returned a look that fell somewhere between a confirmation and an apology. "And if this is a trap?" the marksman asked.
"Gabriel, Maria, stand here," the other man waved them over. The knight and priestess stepped into the circle. The third of the leaving group picked up his pack and joined them. With a silent spell, he called his longsword from where is rested against his seat into his hand. "Then they will regret wasting my time."
He dropped the final of the runestone circle pieces into place, and, in a flash of blue-violet light, all three vanished, leaving the other two to depart as well.
---
They materialized on a beach. After getting their bearings, they headed for the structure ahead.
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Atik
Tandra, Silvia Lightdoom, Locronos, Ferin Hopewell, Alana Greyfang, Xander Greyfang, Coldpelt Bloodhowl, Huanei, Dream Creep, Vivias Blindhawk
Golden Isles
Tandra, despite her claims to not care much for comfy beds, was quite zonked out. She was spread over her bed; wings splayed out far enough to actually hang over the edges. Light snores escaped her mouth; drool covering her pillow.
"She seems pretty mad..." Silvia commented from the doorway to Darrah's bedroom, a devilish grin stretching across her face.
Locronos made his way through the villas, waiting to run into someone before heading off to the main island.
Ferin looked upwards; morning light brushing against him. He considered breaking free of Cora, but wasn't sure of the decision.
Eventually, he pulled away, knowing he had to get up.
Alana pulled a pillow over her head as Dusk began to snore. She sort of regretted staying in the same house as Gabe and the void-worg.
Xander stirred somewhat, eyes fluttering open.
Another silent night. He looked up at the tree branches above him; sunlight flicking through them and bathing him and splotchy light.
"Right... breakfast..." He mumbled, stomach growling. The Druid picked himself up, groaning somewhat.
Vivias stepped free of her villa, glancing around. Nodding, she started off towards the main island.
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Morec0
Character: Marisa "Talah" Blackswallow, Aria Flameleaf
Location: Golden Isles
Marisa awoke to near-perfect silence. She cleaned herself up, dressed, and left to see who else she would be working with. Aria did the same, albeit more slowly. It had been a long time since she had been able to sleep as comfortably and as deeply as she had; it took a while for her to motivate herself to move. Eventually, though, she did get up and out.
Characters: ?, Gabriel Belmont, Maria the Lightbender,
Location: Golden Isles
The three figures reached the doors, the tallest at the lead. He pushed them open and stepped inside, and, seeing the lone individual waiting for him at the other end of the great hall, announced his presence as if a king had stepped into the room.
"I am Vala'sin Seeker," he said, "and who are you?"
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Salena Greyfang
Location: Golden Isles - Villa's
Salena stretched as she left her villa with Firecracker following her and she began to make her way back towards the manor.
Character: Sharadon, Silla, Aldos
Location: Golen Isles-Manor
Two more portals atop the terrace as the sun began to rise. From the first portal two worgen stepped out. The first worgen had black fur and wore chain mail armor with two claw like blades on his hands. The second had white fur and wore a green and brown robe with a wooden staff.
From the second portal a Blood elf wearing black and red robes with a matching staff was sent rolling across the ground. "Very graceful." Sharadon said walking over and helping the elf stand up. "I hate those things." Aldos said brushing off the dust on his robes. "C'mon. I think we need to head this way." Silla said pointing towards the mansion before starting towards it with Aldos and Sharadon following.
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Morec0
Characters: Vala'Sin Seeker, Gabriel Belmont, Maria the Lightbender,
Location: Golden Isles
"You've made an army of mercenaries? A minor collection of randoms... with the intention of taking down a force of infinite monsters, led by the most powerful creatures in existence?" Vala'Sin crossed his arms. "Surely, you jest."
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Morec0
Characters: Vala'Sin Seeker, Gabriel Belmont, Maria the Lightbender,
Location: Golden Isles
Vala'Sin grunted, rubbing his surprisingly rounded chin thoughtfully. "What, exactly, are you planning? How do you intend to deal with this war once you've started it - how do you plan to end it?"
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Post by
Atik
Tandra, Silvia Lightdoom, Locronos, Ferin Hopewell, Alana Greyfang, Xander Greyfang, Coldpelt Bloodhowl, Huanei, Dream Creep, Vivias Blindhawk
Golden Isles
"Tandraaaaaaaaaa!" Came the yawning reply; followed by the distinct thud of a purified Sayaad falling out of her bed.
Silvia giggled; ducking behind the doorframe to avoid the flurry.
"Cora..." Ferin mumbled, trying to pull away. "We can't stay here all day..."
A pillow flew through the air; smacking into Gabe.
The Dream Creep rose from a shadow above Jen; hopping down onto her shoulder. He looked at the bottle; eying the liquid suspiciously.
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Post by
morginar
Character
: Falionna Shaderunner, Velnessia Nertheledil, Ithalwen Azureweaver, Xeltan
Location
: Golden Isles
Falionna woke with a scream. The dark ranger calmed herself quickly with the knowlage of it was only a nightmare, a dreadfull nightmare. She then arose and took a hot morning shower. Afterwards she dried herself and got dressed before walking towards the mansion on the central island with her hands down her pockets.
Velnessia awoke from the sunlight shining into her eyes. Almost blinding her. After geting dressed and her curly hair fixed she then walked with staff in hand to Ben's mansion.
Xeltan woke up and dressed himself before teleporting himself to the mansion of the host.
Ithalwen woke up with her head buried in a book and drool on her face. She wiped of the saliva from her mouth and book and began a walk to the mansion.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Hardcore Jaws, Cyrus the Befouler, Vincent Gaillard, Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie, Isaac Ashwood, Jastiel Vorei, Ga'Crane, Lisciel Dawnchaser
Location
: the Golden Isles - Villa Islands
"Serenade!"
Vincent's singsong voice broke the silence in the villa, heretofore disturbed only by faint sizzling.
"Wakey-wakey-wakey! I made pancakes and yes, they do have syrup here!"
"Bwuh~"
Cyrus bolted upright with a snort, torn from his slumber by sounds of music. He blinked sleepily and turned his head around wildly to locate the offender.
Across the room from hit Jaws was sitting at a luxurious white piano. The death knight's fingers touched the keys ever so carefully, as if he were afraid to break them.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star?" the Befouler demanded incredulously.
"In all things music I am but a novice. I am grateful for this opportunity to practice, though," Jaws said modestly.
Cyrus rolled his eyes and collapsed back onto his improvised pillow.
"Did you turn off that thing when I went to sleep?" he grumbled.
"Of course. I would loathe to watch the season finale without your acerbic wit," Jaws answered immediately. Cyrus blinked dully - in times like this, the warlock for the love of his life could not tell whether his partner was lying. He shrugged then and motorboated his 'pillow'.
"Ain't nothing like vile, abominable magic to keep a corpse nice and fresh, now am I right or am I right?" he drawled contentedly.
"Considering the limitations of our current vessels, are you not at your limit simply by keeping that body intact?"
"Phaw, not like there's anything here worth unleashing the entirety of the awesome that is my power," Cyrus guffawed.
Isaac opened his eyes and covered his mouth in a vain attempt to stifle a yawn. Though he felt he had had quite enough sleep despite the fact a good part of the night he spent doing anything but, he did not feel like going anywhere just yet.
The half-Eredar flexed the fingers of his other hand. He could feel them reasonably well even though Calin had eschewed a pillow in favor of his arm. The thought brought a smile to his lips. All the same, Isaac attempted to retrieve his arm from beneath the girl without waking her up.
"Oh, would you look at that. A bed, huh."
Bowie grinned, still somewhat sleepy, when the second thing he saw upon waking was a king-size bed. It was not like the destroyed and repurposed curtains were not comfortable to sleep on - far from it - but the sight was amusing if nothing else. The bed was roughened up, meaning that it had been involved
somehow
the night before - Bowie just could not quite pinpoint how. The evening, after all, had been a blur.
The druid purred and buried his face in Amora's hair.
Jastiel lay on his bed, staring dully into the ceiling. The villa was better than any inn he had stayed in, and the bed was really comfortable. The walls, on the other hand, could have been thicker. It might have been his imagination, but Jastiel could not quite fall asleep for several hours, forced to listen to virtually every neighbor of his getting some. And he could swear he could hear some very weird and disturbing noises from the cottage occupied by the pair of elves in suits...
"Sandwiches and warm milk with honey. How lovely, Gesvene! Thank you."
Meyer yawned lazily and propped his pillow vertically, allowing his succubus to place the tray on his knees.
"What a great way to start the day. It may even be productive."
Character
: Ahriman Ashwood
Location
: the Golden Isles - Benalathor's Mansion
The Keeper of Knowledge strode into the hall. He sensed not one but several familiar presences across the islands, but decided against waking them from their slumber and intruding upon their morning routine. After all, the gathering to commence would bring them here anyway - he could as well greet them in this hall.
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Salena and Calin Greyfang, Silla, Sharadon, Aldos
Location: Golden Isles.
Salena walked into the hall and spotted Ahriman. "Hello Ahriman." She said walking up to him. "When did you get here?" She asked.
The movement was enough to wake the light sleeper and in an instant Calin grabbed the dagger she had slipped under her pillow and flipped over pinning Isaac to the bed and the dagger fell just short of his throat.
Silla, Sharadon and Aldos entered the hall and looked around. "Do you know any of these people?" Aldos asked and the two worgen shook there heads. "I'm sure we'll find out what's going on soon enough." Silla replied.
Post by
Aimsyr
Amora Frosthowl, Elsa Wolftongue, Vashadya Duskwind, Yalira Stormtongue
The Golden Isles, Villa Islands
Amora arched her back at the contact until she was pressed right up against Bowie, wide awake with a contented expression on her face.
"Fancy," the noblewoman tittered, though the correct item of furniture for sleeping in was only the third thing she noticed, the second being the further deteriorated state of her attire which - whilst remaining attached to her body in the form of a shredded mass of dark blue cloth that vaguely resembled a dress - no longer provided adequate coverage whatsoever for her female features.
The sunlight struck the Lordaeronian structure in an idyllic fashion, only to be met with a string of muffled and decidedly 'unidyllic' curse words. Groaning, Elsa dragged herself from the covers and fell to the floor with a thump, clothed in her plain tunic and leggings.
"F#@$ing sunlight,"
the pickpocket seethed inwardly, with considerable venom, raising a hand against the relentless radiance streaming in through the window and crawling to the chair over which her fur coat was draped.
The various sharp implements scattered about the room to deal with intruders would have to be gathered in later.
"Having
fun?"
Came a suggestive voice in Cyrus' ear, so close the speaker's breath could be felt upon the back of his neck.
Vashadya woke with a start, sitting up sharply in bed.
Realizing everything was in order the priestess relaxed, going so far as to yawn and rub the sleep from her orange eyes. Sunlight was always harder to wake up to she found, though time spent adventuring with other races and lacking the issues certain individuals had with getting up helped considerably.
In fact it often beat sleep, when her dreams haunted her the most.
Despite being likewise nocturnal, Yalira was up at the crack of the dawn, bed covers arranged neatly and the huntress herself clad in full leather armour, weapons at the ready, leaving her abode not minutes later. To say she enjoyed getting up at such a time would have been blatantly false, but discipline ensured it would not show.
Val'ashi padded after her, the saber having seized upon the opportunity of her mistress putting on military-issue legwear, armguards and pauldrons, to stretch, stiff from having taken the dawn watch.
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