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Crisis Chronicles: The Last Crusade {Open RP}
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Hardcore Jaws, Cyrus the Befouler, Vincent Gaillard
Location
: –––
"Why I oughtta-" Cyrus muttered angrily, but was interrupted by Jaws.
"You will not harm these people even when defending yourself, until we have solid proof of their affiliation with anyone of the Ruinous Powers. Now, try not to spend your soulstone until I have returned," the death knight lectured. He started away from the writhing warlock.
"This confinement chafes at you as much as at me!" the Befouler spat.
"I told you, subtlety is hard," Jaws shrugged. His strides wide, it was not long before he reached Star-Wrath, and without further ado the scarved elf yanked the worgen out of the sand.
Post by
jebby
William Green
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William followed after Yalira and Vashadya, his long strides quickly catching up. "I'd say you handled that rather tastefully." He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound coming from his chest.
Post by
Aimsyr
Amora, Elsa Wolftongue, Vahij "Lotti" Syava, Vashadya Duskwind, Yalira Stormtongue
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Another uncouth humanoid joined the fray; a portal deposited a woman in her early thirties with pale white skin and tangled pale blonde hair, not to mention equally pale ice-blue eyes, roughly onto the ground. Her skin appeared a bit red in places, namely the cheeks, likely from time spent in the hot sun, and she possessed a lean build with no excess fat whatsoever.
Adjusting her oversized fur cloak, Elsa set off toward the building. That was once she had picked herself up, and her initial torrent of expletives had come to an end. Other than that, she appeared to have little on her person aside from the rifle - which had an axe blade running along its side - slung over her back, though who knew what and how much was contained within the many folds of the cloak itself.
A second portal opened not a moment later, revealing a succubus in her full glory.
Except not. Where pink skin ought to have been, there was white, and where vibrant yellow eyes ought to have been, there was blue. In fact the only thing about her that had stayed true to form was her black hair, messy yet cleanly washed, but even it had changed colour, having turned a dark brown. Of the wings and horns on the other hand there was no sign.
The demoness looked herself over admiringly in a small hand-mirror, which was about as false as her new attire, before letting it dissipate. Prepared, the
shy,
modest,
Lotti began to approach the growing gathering.
The huntress' pace did not slow, the tall woman forcing her way through the bustle, not quite fully becalmed by Cyrus' pain, even if the overriding satisfaction had not yet worn off.
The priestess took a less direct route, not wanting to be impolite and accidentally bump into someone. "Hmm?" she inquired of William, her attention primarily occupied by the somewhat problematic task of keeping Yalira in sight.
The group having dispersed, disappointingly without mentioning any further names, Amora set off on her own search, capable of socializing for herself. It just meant she had to balance a while longer, until she found someone able to point out a convenient changing room, for she hardly trusted certain individuals around her precious belongings.
Aside from the dress that was, she could always buy more of those.
Post by
Atik
Ferin Hopewell, Alana Greyfang
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Alana fumed for a moment. Turning, she walked away from the Elf with a huff.
Post by
morginar
Character:
Falionna Shaderunner
Location:
murder mansion: summer edition
"Hello sister." Falionna greeted the quel'dorei spirit in the elven tounge,
finding her a kinsman as she herself was a banshee (although in possession of her body).
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Hardcore Jaws, Cyrus the Befouler, Vincent Gaillard, Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie
Location
: –––
"An astute observation, Star-Wrath," Jaws spoke benignly, holding the worgen up by his hind leg at arm's length. "I expect you to be on your best behavior until our enemies are revealed."
"How do you know we'll have enemies, Jawsie?" Cyrus called from where he was fuming after the harsh treatment at the fingers of Yalira.
"Look around, Cyrus. Do you know what these people have in common?"
"They are a bunch of prudes and squares?"
"Negative, I observe at least one succubus among us. No, Befouler, we are all here proficient in the art of war. Such a colorful, motley gathering - and naught a non-combatant around. Everyone here is elbow-deep in blood. Mark my words, we shall fight before the day is done."
"And then I'll tear out their femurs!" Cyrus proclaimed immediately, clapping his palm onto the ground in excitement. "And Star-Wrath will play fetch!"
Jaws quirked an eyebrow at the bold statement, then shrugged and tossed the worgen to Cyrus. The warlock exerted his unholy power to arrest Star-Wrath's flight - only to scoop the worgen up and begin to scratch him furiously behind the ears.
"Who's a good doggy? Who's gonna play fetch with the bones of my victims? You are, yes you are," he crooned.
Jaws chuckled at the sight, then brushed off his suit - though he need not have worried, for his attire remained impeccable - and turned to face the harpy.
"Hail, my kin in taint. I do not believe we have met."
Once more the air groaned to bring forth new arrivals - two of them, to be exact. Though both were dark and subsumed in aura of violet hue, and both breathed with raw, unbridled power, there were more differences between the two than similarities.
One was a massive worgen with pelt black as starless night and eyes the color of amethysts, dressed in a more somber, reserved variation of druidic garb. About his left claw, a vine that pulsed as he breathed was wrapped, disappearing up the wide sleeve.
The other was a great winged demon - if only for the brief time it took to step out of the portal. Even as the time-space behind him began to repair itself, the demon underwent a smooth metamorphosis into a pale, tall human with a short ponytail of auburn hair and mismatching eyes - the left brown, the right eerily murky white - wearing an unbuttoned black velvet jacket over a plaid shirt, blue denim pants and a pair of leather boots.
"Mister Meyer, is that you?" the worgen let out a guttural growl.
"Indeed I am, mister Bowie. It is a pleasant surprise to see a familiar face," the warlock replied. He surveyed their surroundings and added thoughtfully, "Though given our company, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised after all."
"Is that so?"
The druid flexed his claws and sniffed the air. His fur bristled and he bared his fangs in a savage grin, "It would seem we are fashionably late, mister Meyer."
"Then we might as well get the formalities underway, wouldn't you agree?"
"I concur."
Post by
jebby
William Green
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"Poking him in the eyes." William replied before turning to the other worgen and smiling, even if he was currently in his human form he was still worgen. "Greetings again Ms. Bloodhowl."
Post by
Monday
Character
: Serenade
Location
: -
"Essentially, yes," Serenade agreed. "With an added bout of adolescent agonizing to boot."
He waved at Vincent. "Another competent person, thank goodness."
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Hardcore Jaws, Cyrus the Befouler, Vincent Gaillard, Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie
Location
: –––
Cyrus burned the ice away with a touch of Fel and frowned at the harpy, "How about you find yourself your own fuzzy wrecking ball to crash fancy gatherings?"
The Befouler pressed Star-Wrath against his chest in a strangulating, bone-crushing hug, "He's so fluffy!"
"And here I thought you to be the sharing type, Cyrus," Jaws observed. "It is a pleasure to meet you, childe of Aviana. I am known as Hardcore Jaws. Your effort to maintain our tranquility is appreciated, but wholly unnecessary - we take our amusement where we can."
"I see the esteemed sisterhood is represented here as well," Duskhide noted when Vashadya and Rotha came into sight. He approached them with a respectful bow and a flawless Darnassian, "
Elune be with you on this fine day, my ladies.
"
"Bleh, religion," Meyer muttered under his nose, sticking his hands into his pants' pockets and stooping.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Hardcore Jaws, Cyrus the Befouler, Vincent Gaillard, Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie
Location
: –––
"Fine, if you're going to be like that..."
Grudgingly, Cyrus let the worgen go. For extra acceleration, the Befouler added a kick up Star-Wrath's butt.
"Go now, and f!ck the sh!t up. All of it!"
"I encourage you to explore the possibilities of leaving this bleak place. I suspect you will find them... sorely limited, but I will be glad to be proven wrong," the scarved death knight shrugged.
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Post by
Atik
Ferin Hopewell, Alana Greyfang
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Alana stopped for a moment, eying the approaching trio.
And suddenly she was across the room. "Hey there, Kai." She grinned.
"Huh?" Ferin raised an eyebrow.
Post by
morginar
Character:
Falionna Shaderunner, Lyshalis Mirkdancer, Xeltan. Dathamikus
Location:
brave new world
"But you yourself is a undead mongrel... The only difframce is that I reclaimed my body." Falionna said to the ghost. Her palm inserted into her face.
A rift opened and a a night elf girl with violet skin around seven feet tall, rustleed out her long lavender hair. Her two blades were fastened tightly to the back of her dark claok.
Her armor being that of a night elf and was not for protection and gave a lot of skin to observe for the beholder as a side effect, not that Lyshalis Mirkdancer carred for that about her loincloth, chestpiece, shoulderpads, wristguards and boots. The kaldorei stretched her back and yawned sleepingly. "good evning.." Said the nocturnal elf.
A second rift opened not a moment later...
And a demonic eredar of crimson skin came out. But it did also not. For where the demonlord should have been it was a human youth with dark brown hair and grey eyes. Sunkissed skin and wearign a brown cloak, grey pants and a red shirt. A statchel on his side with leather strap over his shoulder. A Pair of leather shoes onto his feet. And a wooden staff with a metal and hovering crystall heapiece.
Xeltan smiled as he moved to Lotti. "'How's it hanging?" He told the other demonic being.
A third rift came to be and a pale, ebon haired high elf with purple eyes came out of it. Exept it was realy a netherwing. A child of Deathwing blasted with energies of the nether. Wearing black and purple robes the man. Scratched his neck onto the problem of encountering strangers. He was not prepared.
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Post by
Atik
Ferin Hopewell, Alana Greyfang, Xander Greyfang
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Another portal seemed to rip itself open, but rather than depositing its occupant, opted to instead fire him through the sky.
The robed man was sent sailing; arcing down and grinding along the stone pathway, finally coming to rest near the door to the building. "Ooooow...." Xander mumbled into the ground.
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