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Post by
Persen
Merak, Rowena Morse
Storm Pinnacle
"Oh, hi there bosh," came the casual reply in the same, whiny voice. A goblin reared his (not spectacular) head, cigar in the corner of his mouth bobbing as he spoke. "Seems we have a bit of a problem with the vay-cume."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Name:
Exinoch
Location:
Storm Pinnacle (Isle of Thunder)
"What? What is the problem? Has cheese gotten into the couplings again?" Exinoch demanded, twisting his head towards the goblin.
Post by
Persen
Merak, Rowena Morse
Storm Pinnacle
The goblin, Merak, gave a chuckle. He extracted the cigar and put it out in a puddle of oil. "No boss, rats didn't eat the gaskets this time. We stopped making them out of cheese after that episode, remember? Anyway, we're still cromulating at ninety-six per cent. Problem is..."
Tserya
Burning Steppes
After weeks of reconnoitering and preparation, Tserya knew enough about the guards not to worry about them. Indeed, it had been tempting to abandon her stalking approach and simply saunter up to the walls. She reckoned that not even the Ascended dwarf she was out to kill should pose any serious challenge. No, the danger was the stone itself. Stealth was the key to the whole endeavor, and though she was fairly certain she could cut her way from the front door to the Ascended's chamber, it was risky.
Scaling the walls was less dangerous, but in no way simpler. Just touching the smooth stone was proof of that. No cracks, no footholds. Not even a finger grip. And that was why he would never see her coming.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Name:
Exinoch
Location:
Storm Pinnacle (Isle of Thunder)
"Yesssssss?" Exinoch hissed, stepping nearer the goblin with claws twitching with anticipation.
Post by
Persen
Merak, Rowena Morse
Storm Pinnacle
"Ahm...We installed those
annihilators
Row memo'd you about. They suck...I mean, they're working great. Air just
disappears
, and we get perfect vacuumeh."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Name:
Exinoch
Location:
Storm Pinnacle (Isle of Thunder)
"Then where is the problem Merak? I have other things to deal with right now. Important things! So important, your head would implode with their mere suggestions. DON'T TEMPT ME TO REVEAL THEM!" Exinoch cried, rearing back and pointing a golden claw at the goblin. "Do not seek what you must not know! Protect your cranium Merak! It is where your most important squishy bits are located!"
Post by
Persen
Merak, Rowena Morse
Storm Pinnacle
"'Kay, boss," Merak drawled on. "We're sucking in the atmosphere and removing it."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Name:
Exinoch
Location:
Storm Pinnacle (Isle of Thunder)
"And that's a bad thing. Right?"
Post by
Persen
Merak, Rowena Morse
Storm Pinnacle
"Pretty bad, I hear, but I'm just a greasemonkey. I do like to breathe, though."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Name:
Exinoch
Location:
Storm Pinnacle (Isle of Thunder)
"Arrrrgh! Solutions! Merak! Expel the atmosphere!"
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Telesa Melsamor
Location:
The Ruins of Theramore
Where many saw only devastation, Telesa saw opportunity. Theramore, the grandest city in all of Azeroth, had been destroyed by Garrosh Hellscream before the time of the Ascended. Telesa had never seen Theramore in its former glory, had never set foot on its paved streets. Reconstruction of Theramore had begun after the Burning Legion's defeat, and after twenty-five years, on the day Telesa was born, the island kingdom had been restored.
Telesa had lived with her family in Theramore for five years, under the benevolent rule of Jaina Proudmoore, whose sanity had been restored to her. Then the war had come, and the Ascended. Amidst the conflict, the people of Theramore died, but the kingdom itself stood.
But then the flood waters had come, and Dustwallow Marsh had drowned along with Durotar and the Barrens. Theramore was lost once more. It appeared that the kingdom was forever trapped in an endless cycle of destruction. But Telesa, now fifteen years of age, would break that cycle.
She hovered over the waters, staring down into the deeps. As the mid-morning sun shone down on her, she caught glimpses of buildings buried beneath the waves. Telesa turned back to her followers, who she levitated behind her. Several hundred men and women, most of them humans like herself, watched her with reverence.
"Our legacy will not be forgotten," Telesa told them. "Today, we reclaim our birthright."
Her follows cheered, and Telesa withdrew the Focusing Iris from within the folds of her robes. The sapphire-clear orb rested in the palm of her hand, humming softly. It had taken her years to find it after she had taken up a Black Rune, but she had finally tracked the Iris to its birthplace; the Nexus. Telesa had waged war on the few blue dragons safeguarding the Nexus, but their magic was nothing compared to hers.
Telesa had wrested the Focusing Iris from the scorched bones of the Blue Dragonflight, and had taken here, to the Ruins of Theramore. Telesa smiled, looking at her pale reflection in the orb. Girlish features stared back at her, bright green eyes, short red hair and a figure that was not quite mature.
FItting,
Telesa thought.
As the Iris was Theramore's doom, so shall it be its resurrection.
Holding the Focusing Iris towards the sky, in full view of her followers, Telesa began the spell.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Name:
Espan
Location:
Kalimdor (Off the Coast of Desolace)
The tunnel was shady, driven through the forest on an unerring straight road. It was no forest of grimmest nightmares beneath the boughs. Colours exploded in the form of myriad petaled flowers, some the size of a man and which hung from vines wound about the trees. The trees themselves were covered in strange protrubances which glowed vividly like lanterns, illuminating the path and the forest. Bushes exploded with roses and vines tangled up the trunks. The razor sharp thorns bound about trunks and climbed to branches to hang over the path like tendrils.
It was a vivid path of colours and tangled madness of riotous life. Like some mad painting of a garden overgrown beyond rational belief or size.
"You're a long way from home."
Espan halted midstep. Turning as if on a pivot he sought out the voice. Beside him, a tree gave a great cracking sound and split down the center. A woman leaned out. Her waist vanished within the tree, her skin a vivid violet. She smiled out at him, leaning on the crack in the tree. She was utterly naked save a garland of flowers wound about her head, more in her earthy brown hair which draped about her. Yet her skin was lined with veins of green light like Espan's blue, and her eyes glowed silver.
She giggled. "Not many people come down the road into the Tangle anymore."
"Observation: Really? That's strange. Even with someone like you on the way?"
"Well aren't you charming," she said, fluttering her lashes. "But I'm afraid so."
"Query: Are you some sort of greeter to the road?"
A flicker of something flashed across her face and her smile grew strained to maintain. "Something like that. Well, I suppose I may as well now." She gestured a violet hand at the mass of forest all about them. "Welcome to the Tangle! Or what was once Desolace. Not much to be recognized since the coming of her ladyship Perenna, wielder of the seal of nature. Master of the new tree. You stand in her garden. Or at least the beginning of it."
Espen looked about. "Observation: It is a large garden. Does she not prune it?"
The woman in the tree laughed. "Prune it he says! Why of course not. She is the mistress of the Tangle. Besides, she has other concerns these days. A world tree doesn't grow itself."
"World tree?"
"Yes yes." She idly waved a hand. "She wants to grow a new world tree. How do you think it's working so far?"
"I will guess bad."
"And you would be right." She sighed deeply, and the air seemed to grow heavier. She wrapped her arms about herself and shook her upper body. There was a rustle from the tree above as the flowers shook, raining motes of gold down. Pollen, Espen observed. "She's been trying to grow it for ages. But she's been having some real problems. The soil is hard and barren here. So...hard."
Espen looked about again. "Query: How do I get out of the forest?"
"Go back the way you came."
"I do not want to do that. Does the road end at the other side?"
"Do I look like I've walked down it lately," she said dully.
"...Right. I will continue then."
"Do you have to?" she asked. She leaned forward, arms propped on the opening of the tree, her lashes fluttering over her eyes. "You could stay. Maybe a little while longer. It gets so lonely here. On this road, with no one to talk to. Or do...other things to."
Epsen sneezed.
"You alright?"
"Declaration: Fine."
"Maybe you should lie down," she cooed. She opened her arms wide, leaning back her head, putting all of her violet body on display. "Here."
"No thank you."
"...What?"
"I will be going on. Thank you for your time."
The woman looked down at him again. "Are...are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Don't you feel a little...I don't know. Aroused? In need of sexual gratification?"
"Observation: That is very kind of you, but I should go now. Thank you for your time. Goodbye."
The woman in the tree stared, gaping as Espen began to walk down the road once more. She looked about uncertainly as if seeking some answer, then down at her own body. She hefted her breasts uncertainly, then looked up at the flowers still raining down a golden haze of pollen.
Post by
Persen
Merak, Rowena Morse
Storm Pinnacle
"I'll do what I can, boss. Thanks for coming down."
Tserya
Burning Steppes
With her feet planted firmly on the ground, Tserya stretched her arms forward. Inside her gloved palms, green crystals began to flicker with a faint light. Flashing faster and faster, they soon steadied to a constant glow. The technomage she had commissioned the equipment from was sadly no longer alive, so if it didn't work she'd have no one to take it out on. That was the cost of making sure she held the only example of the piece...
Pushing her hands forward, contacting with the smooth surface, she slowly exhaled as she felt the grip on the stone. It was working, and the rest was just concentration and a bit of luck. Jaw clenched with determination, the felblood began to climb.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Name:
Exinoch
Location:
Storm Pinnacle (Isle of Thunder)
"Good!" the metal mask nodded sternly. "Was there anything else?"
Post by
Persen
Merak, Rowena Morse
Storm Pinnacle
"I better get going. Don't want to choke all the fuzzy animals and that."
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Telesa Melsamor
Location:
The Ruins of Theramore
The earth trembled as Telesa's Black Rune began to hum with power, funneling immense power into the Focusing Iris. The water surrounding the ruins of Teramore suddenly fell back, pushed aside by some invisible force to reveal broken buildings below. A shockwave of energy coursed through Telesa, and she threw back her head, screaming in sudden agony.
With a sound like thunder, the sky tore apart. A gap widened in the air before Telesa, splitting wider and wider as the Iris glowed cerulean blue. The tear became as large as the Dark Portal itself, yet still hung several dozen feet over the surface of the water. Beyond the gap was a strange miasma of dark and light, blue stars dotted a canvas of shadow that stretched into eternity. Arcs of icy electricity danced around large, sapphire-like pathways and towers. Shimmering, purple creatures weaved in and out of storms made of pure arcane energy.
A single, blue dragon looked up in surprise, but a blast of power from Telesa tore his head off before he could react. As the dragon's corpse fell towards oblivion, the buildings of Theramore began to rip free of their foundations. The ruined structures floated up into the air, groaning as they crumbled. Telesa guided the ruins up into the gap, where they were repaired by sapphire glass, which took the place of missing stones.
Telesa arranged her new city carefully, mirroring the ancient design of old Theramore. She built it upon cliffs of pure diamond, and floating platforms of blue and white. The Focusing Iris suddenly cracked, and the waters returned, spilling over a now empty land.
The Iris split apart, and its shards flew through the air towards the gap. Telesa took the shards and rammed them into the sides of the tear, hammering them in like nails to hold the breach open. Satisfied, she let her magic dissipated and gazed upon the work of her hands.
"Behold," she instructed. "The Jewel of Theramore!"
Post by
jebby
Character
: Tharvulius Harrison
Location
: Dalaran/Theramore
Tharvulius, sensing great magic at work, gazed through an enchanted mirror and watched the resurrection of Theramore with interest from his room in the ruins of Dalaran. He ran a hand over his bald head and smiled. The Ascended mage clapped his hands with excitement, opening a portal to Theramore and stepping through it.
He continued clapping as he appeared a few paces from Telesa. "Bravo, bravo. Well done I say. Well done indeed... Wish I'd thought of that really."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Name:
Exinoch
Location:
Storm Pinnacle (Isle of Thunder)
"Yes. That's right! Going! We have to be going!" Exinoch flung his arms wide, his cloak opening, stretching on iron frames like the membranes of immense wings. The body beneath was lean and thin, ribs of iron wrapping about his chest, tapering to hips which led to legs and feet marked by massive iron claws. Blue electricity crackled form him. "Prepare the Storm Pinnacle to move! We fly! I dropped something in the ocean and I need it back! Prepare the hunters!"
Name:
Jantalan
Location:
Blackrock Mountain
A low whistle broke the stillness of the mountain air.
Among the myriad ledges which jutted from the surface of the cliff a long figure reclined among them. He wore shapeless robes that covered him from the neck down in varied layers, an attire far too hot for such blazing climes. On his head he wore a broad straw hat and around his waist was strung a cord with seemingly random objects hooked to it. Notable several canteens but some cheap but pretty stones and, here and there, a few muskets.
However, the most notable object was the long curving sword sheathed at his side. On its hilt was inlaid a blood red stone, and its scabbard was stamped with a winding gold filigree in the shapes of strange letters.
Post by
Persen
Merak, Rowena Morse
Storm Pinnacle
The goblin sauntered over to a control panel, tugging repeatedly on a machine telegraph. The indicator, after dancing about the wheel, stopped at "Engine warmup".
He then plucked a cigar from a back pocket, stuck it in the corner of his mouth, removed it again and said: "Things are bound to get a bit noisy down here. I'll buzz when board's all green."
Tserya
Blackrock Mountain
Tserya's eyes narrowed to catlike slivers as she paused, froze, listened.
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Telesa Melsamor
Location:
The Jewel of Theramore
As Telesa's people began moving towards their new home, she turned back to regard the newcomer. Her Black Rune pulsed, mirroring her wariness. "Who are you? What do you want?"
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