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Crisis Chronicles: The Last Crusade {Open RP}
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Alana Greyfang
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"Gaaaah!"
The shout echoed, splitting like ten different voices as the portal tore open, then settling back to one as it spat the girl out; skipping her along the smooth white stone, tearing her massive swords from her grasp.
The huge weapons, looking more like pillars from some ancient building than actual swords, sat for a moment, then suddenly slammed to the ground with impressive weight; dusk kicking up from beneath them.
The short, thick build, girl picked herself up. She shook her head, staring at the world through thick, yellow tinted goggles. Slowly, she reached up; gripping them and pulling them up over her strikingly blue hair. Absently, Alana ran a hand through the bright neon mess. Slowly the hand went back, grabbing the hood of her jacket and pulling it up over her head; a Worgen's face staring out from above her own.
"Right. Suddenly portals." The Half-Dragon mumbled. She reached to her belt; slipping her hands into metallic gauntlets and allowing them a moment. Suddenly, they began to hum with power, and the girl walked over to her fallen swords.
With suprising ease, she lifted the massive weapons; swinging them through the air a couple times just to please herself. Crossing her arms, she set the gaunlets back against her belt, leaving them powered and letting the swords hang from behind her.
Turning, Alana stopped; looking skywards at the massive tower which challenged the clouds.
"If that isn't the place, I'm disappointed." She whistled.
Ferin Hopewell
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Ferin grumbled, cracking his neck as he cursed mages with their portals, and non mages with their other portals. The brown-skinned boy eyed the trees along the path unsure what to make of his situation. Idly, he ran his finger along one of the many runes that lined his exposed chest.
Suddenly, he came to the entrance, stopping mid-step. He eyed the master craftsmanship, the massive tower that must have costs enough money to buy-
"Meh." He shrugged; making his way inside.
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Ferin Hopewell
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Ferin 'oof'd as he was sent tumbling through the doorway with the impact, smashing along the floor painfully.
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Ferin Hopewell, Alana Greyfang
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"Gah, flagh, grr, Cora!" Ferin finally shouted as he was 'mauled' by the girl.
Alana came up behind Vlad, eying the scene. "Tuesday already?"
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Behelich
Character
: Hardcore Jaws, Cyrus the Befouler
Location
: –––
"Oh
joy
. We didn't even get to participate in the first murder. Jawsie, do we really have to do this?"
"Are you going to doubt the wisdom of our divine master, Cyrus?"
"I'm going to doubt
your
wisdom! Why are we dressed up like this? You answered this question, but I'll nag you again and again until I'm convinced - which I most likely won't be!"
The savage and the dragon were approached by a pair of sin'dorei in immaculate business suits. Both were tall, but where one was of muscular build and broad shoulders, with bronze skin, a military posture and sleeves bulging from the biceps concealed beneath, the other was lean and stooping, pallid and frail. Their eyes were concealed by mirrored sunglasses; furthermore, the brawny one wore a scarf of exquisite silk about the lower half of his face and his raw-boned companion sported a fedora.
"I do not question our divine master's wish to seal our true power and hide our true form until the time is right, partner. And since I have been given the task of keeping an eye on you, it was I to choose the disguise," the broad-shouldered one intoned loftily.
"Disguise? Are you frigging kidding me, Jawsie? Do you see anyone else hear wear business suits? Not to mention the fact that we still refer to each other by our names!"
Bloody Hardcore Jaws sighed, crestfallen, and scratched his nose, "Subtlety is
hard
."
"Please stop trying to sound like a normal mortal. It's unnerving," Cyrus the Befouler complained, punching Jaws lightly on the shoulder.
"I cannot help but notice I do not hear your lisp, Cyrus, whereas I should."
"Yes well, I've been practicing my illusion! Now everyone around me are gonna hear what I want them to hear rather than what I'm actually saying!"
"You mean, you go through the trouble of continuously exerting your considerable unholy power for the sake of everyone's convenience? That is surprisingly considerate of you, old friend."
Cyrus kicked at the floor and muttered dejectedly, "I prefer to think I'm violating the minds of anyone I speak to."
"Sure you do."
"Shut up! And speaking of violating, look, we already have two females!"
"One: for all you know, these too could be an illusion covering, oh I do not know, hormone-addled teenagers with more arcane power than common sense. Two: do you see then committing a horrible crime against nature, which is your legal ground to abuse people?"
"Well, let's find out. Ladies! My name is Cyrus the Befouler, and by some dumb law I'm required to inform you I'm moving into your vicinity, blah blah blah. Honestly, laws these days oppress the lawful majority who just likes to spend our days raping, pillaging and burning. Anyway, is anyone here guilty of some unspeakable horror? Eating babies? Electrocuting people for fun and science? Raping babies? Seeking keys to the Outer Gates? Anyone? Eh? Eh?"
Jaws facepalmed.
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Kimberly Fraser
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Another portal opened, and out of it tumbled an organized heap of bronze-coloured armour accented in scarlet. It rolled over the white stone and landed steadily on one knee, shield held close and voulge raised at the ready. The spell breaker quickly scanned her surroundings, and when no imminent threat was found she rose and lowered her armaments. Only then did she take a moment to let out an impressed whistle at the mansion on top of the hill.
The words in the now crumpled letter could only have meant one thing, her location considered. Ignoring the discomfort that a warm, generously padded armour caused in a tropical environment she began hiking up the hill.
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William Green
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William stepped out of the portal, barely avoiding tripping on the way out. "I hate portals." He rumbled softly, for indeed, a man of his size, close to seven feet and a blacksmith before his curse, did not whisper. It was worse in his worgen form. As such he preferred his human form. Adjusting his top hat and warhammer, he turned and walked up the hill.
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Ferin Hopewell, Alana Greyfang
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"Well if you keep talking I might have to do this world a favor." Alana replied, turning slightly to show off the sheer size of the weapons held to her belt.
Ferin sighed, wrapping an arm around Cora in a brief hug. "Hey." He mumbled, picking himself up.
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William Green
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William walked in to see others had arrived before him. "This is quite the group of people gathered."
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Monday
Character
: Serenade
Location
: -
The air warped, twisting and writhing like a living thing, and deposited a black and blue robed dwarf onto the sands. He had traveled by portal extensively, meaning that he didn't become immediately disoriented. However, his face, behind the iron mask that covered the lower part, shifted into a grimace.
Traveling by portals was never comfortable.
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morginar
Character
: Falionna Shaderunner
Location
: –
The dark ranger open the letter and used the scroll. On the symbols of the text a rift was formed and pulled Falionna in.
Soon she was on a summer beach.Standing out she did with her (mostly) black evlen armor with silver swirls and amethyst for decoration or enchantments.
First she checked if any of her arments was missing. Her scimitars was there and so was her bow and arrows. She did not like to be without them when being teleported to strange areas like murder mansions. Her eyes went onto the elven mansion. Odd was it architect, but that was irrelevant. the message was "I'll be inside" So the ranger walked into the building.
"Hi?" Falionna said to the party of strangers, Hazel and Vrell. Unsure of what was schemed and what the letter was all about.
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