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Dralas
Character: Dralas
Time: Late Morning
Location: Dalaran
- Almost all the power of the blade he had was sucked out, becoming to weak to wield his second blade. Dralas dropped to this knees. Suddenly, Dralas began to laugh. Dralas laughed louder and louder menacingly and stood back up
angry
and fueled with rage.
"You think that you could truly take my power?" Dralas yelled laughing.
"You don't know... what you have unleashed... There is no Dralas, only his anger, hate, rage, and vengeance" Dralas said now with a grip of death on his blades.
"I will show you, what the furies of the warrior, that is only spoken of in lengends" Dralas said laughing, his eyes bloodshot, veins visible along his body, and a stare that could make a man cower.
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Post by
Dralas
Character: Dralas
Time: Late Morning
Location: Dalaran
- A explosion took place between Varis and Dralas. Dralas quickly grabbed Varis' blade during the explosion and held it in the air after the explosion cleared. Dralas felt the power returning to him, now becoming stronger now that he was enraged and had access to the blade's potentials.
Dralas threw the death knight's runeblade to the side and began cackling. A stronger aura of fire surrounded Dralas and eventually engulfed Varis and Dralas in a ring of fire, cutting both of them off from the rest of Dalaran.
"You damn fool, you did the one thing that no man should ever do, you took a warrior's honor, by stealing the power of his sword that each warrior empowers with his own spirt of honor. And now you will pay for such a reckless action" Dralas said, now both his blades back in his hand and slowly walking toward Varis. Varis sprawled back on his back trying to get away but was cornered into the fire.
"Now what shall you do?" Dralas said, locked onto Varis.
Post by
Persen
Character: Maldan
Location: Aldur'thar
When Maldan came in through the door, he was surprised by the presence of the death knight. He looked at Valinaria, then at Dancel.
"Greetings, Dancel. May I ask what you are doing here?"
((ooc - Ok, we got a problem. I'm going away tomorrow, for a whole week, and you guys are going for Aldur'thar. Hopefully someone will have a computer I can borrow, but I wouldn't count on it. One way of doing it would be that Maldan goes on a "vacation" and leaves someone else in charge, and you can wreck the place all you want...))
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Post by
andreasfi
Character: Dancel
Location: Aldur'Thar
Suddenly, Maldan came through the door in the room.
"Greetings, Dancel. May I ask what you are doing here?"he said.
''Oh, i were just looking by to see how you were doing'' Dancel replied.
Post by
Dralas
Character: Dralas
Time: Noon
Location: Dalaran
- Varis had flown away on a wyrm he had summoned. Dralas roared in anger and rage.
"Do not think this is over death knight! I'll hunt you to the ends of the earth!" Dralas said roaring. Suddenly, so much energy was drained from Dralas. The aura of fire began to fade, the energy flowing back into the blade. Dralas fell to his knees and hands, panting heavily and nearly fainting.
"The energy is so.. powerful... I must have it..."
Dralas thought.
"No, I must resist it... I can't let it hold me.."
Dralas told himself. Dralas felt so weak and finally fell to the ground. He sat there and realized the powers of the blade. That the power is almost a death sentence to those he used it on. But, two options lied for Dralas when he tapped into the power. Each time it would be more difficult to let go of the energy, so it was dangerous for Dralas himself to use the blade.
Option one was that Dralas could manage to return to his normal state, but the next time he tapped into the blade it would be more difficult to pull out. Option two was that he wouldn't be able to withdraw, and would either have to destroy the blade, or be consumed by its power.
"Why Light? Why would you curse me with such a blade?"
Dralas thought.
"That last carving though... that could be the key to this blade's existence and how to control it maybe..."
Dralas wondered, before passing out.
(( OOC - Going to bed, I maybe gone for most of tomorrow ))
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Post by
Mavik
Character
: Mavik and Glasius
Location
: A few dozen yards from the path leading up to Crusader's Pinnacle
((
WARNING
: The following is another one of my LONG and discriptive posts. It is advised that you first go get a cup of tea or whatever to drink and take a 5 minute break to stretch before continuing...))
It had been several hours since Mavik and Glasius left their make-shift shelter with the Troll Rogue. Most of the trip was filled with meaningless conversation and recollection of past adventures. Several times, Mavik found himself thinking what the story was behind this Troll and why he would leave the Horde, but the Rogue did have a point. The past was exactly that. The past. So, he kept all his questions to himself, trying his best to listen to Glasius and the Troll exchange stories of battle and honor. Mavik really knew quite little about the outside world and what the thick of Battle was actually like. He was always with Glasius who never allowed Mavik to even come close to being in harm's way. It was something that rather annoyed the Priest from time to time, but the simple feeling of his cloth robes brushing against his leg or arm reminded him that even the dullest of blades could run him through.
Still, Mavik smiled and continued to listen. He knew that, one day, he would get his chance to stand in the midst of battle, where a single hesitation or mispronunciation of his spells could mean the difference between Life and Death. He thought back to the Cathedral when he would be telling his fellow Altar boys stories about battles that had he had made up. Then, Archbishop Benedictus would hear him and lecture him about why one shouldn’t be so hurried to be in a Fight. Mavik knew he was right, but the stories that his two companions were sharing, as well as the other stories he had heard all his life, just made him want to experience it… if only just once.
Soon enough, the three comrades reached the pathway up to Crusader’s Pinnacle. The structures atop the mountain were battle-worn and rugged. Stone blocks making up its lone tower were chipped away from stray blasts of Light knows what. The tapestries and battle flags that rippled in the chilled air seemed to give a sense of calm in Mavik. It was almost melodic as he watched the designs on them dance in the breeze. However, the look on the faces of the soldiers, which were coming into sight, brought him right back to Azeroth. They were tired and over-worked. Most of them showed signs of some sort of injury in a number of fashions. Seeing these things reminded the young Priest that they were, indeed, at war. That, just beyond the mountains to the west lay Icecrown Citadel and the Frozen Throne, the seat of the Lich King, Arthas. Mavik took in a deep breath as they finally crossed into the guarded area of the Pinnacle. He lowered his head as he whispered a quiet prayer in remembrance of the fallen soldiers of the Alliance… and the Horde. Noticing what Mavik was doing, Glasius lowered his head as well.
After completion of the prayer, Mavik and Glasius looked up and over to the Troll, seemingly in unison. Mavik smiled. “We are greatly in your debt, Master Rogue. Your guidance has led us here and I know that our stumbling upon you was nothing short of the Will of the Light.” Mavik placed his left hand on the Troll’s Shoulder as Glasius placed his on Mavik’s. Both of their hands started to glow as an aura of white light washed over the Rogue’s body and then dissipated. “May the Light be with you, friend.” Mavik remarked. “As we are.”
Just then, Glasius’ head snapped forward as he heard a familiar voice. “Glasius Lightbringer!” The bearer of the voice was shrouded in shadow from the light behind him.
“By the Light!” Glasius started smiling from ear to ear as he walked toward the man. “Master Fordring! It is great to see you again!” The man stood before the three as he clasped the forearm of Glasius. It wasn’t until Mavik caught a glimpse of the legendary sword strapped to his back, that he realized who he was standing in front of. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He had heard stories of the Ashbringer, but to be this close to it and him was something the Priest only dreamed about. He was dumbstruck.
“What brings one of the most promising Paladins of the Light to my humble military establishment?” Tirion called out. “Surely this is no pleasure trip for you! And look!” He turned his gaze to Mavik who was wide eyed and almost shivering on his feet. “You even brought a new priest for us!”
Instantly, Mavik dropped to one knee and lowered his head. “M-m-master For… Ti-tir… Ashhbring…”
“He going to be okay?” Tirion asked Glasius as he walked past Mavik toward the Troll.
“He’ll be fine, sire.” Glasius answered. “He’s just heard so many stories about you and… you know…”
Tirion nodded. “I do, Lad.” His eyes met with the Rogue. “Tirion Fordring.” He announced. “I suppose you are the one I should thank for leading these two fine men of the Light to me. No chance Glasius would have found it without help.” He beamed a smile that seemed to shine brighter than his aura that surrounded him. “No matter though. Back to business. What brings the three of you to the Pinnacle?”
“Well,” Glasius started as he walked over to Mavik, helping him to his feet. “We were sent here by order of King Wrynn to provide religious council to the soldiers out at the Argent Vanguard. However, our mage seemed to have missed her mark and dropped us in the middle of no…”
“Hold on a second, Lad.” Tirion interrupted. “Anduin sent the three of you here together?” He nudged his head toward the Troll. “That doesn’t sound anything like him.”
“Oh no!” Glasius exclaimed. “We happened across our friend here after we landed. He was hurt and good Ol’ Mavik, here,” he slapped the priest’s chest playfully “healed him up in exchange for his knowledge of this land and leading us here.”
Tirion looked at Mavik again. This time, his face was much more peaceful. “That was an amazing thing you did, Mavik.” Mavik’s eyes never left the sword’s hilt. “Most of the others would not have shown that kind of kindness to a member of the Horde.” Tirion squinted as he studied Mavik’s face. “There a problem, Lad?”
“Ashbringer…” Mavik managed to squeeze past his lips.
Tirion let out a hearty chuckle as he drew the great sword from his back and held it in front of the Priest. “That’s right, Lad. This is the Ashbringer.” Then, after a moment’s pause, he strapped it back into place on his back. “Now, I’m sure the three of you are tired from your travels and, most likely, hungry as well! Let’s get you three rested up and taken care of. Then we can talk about what brings our Troll friend out here alone and what it would take for me to get the two of you to stay here with us!” Tirion threw his right arm around the shoulders of Mavik and started walking toward the tall stone tower in the middle of the camp.
((Cont. on next post...))
Post by
Mavik
((Continued from last post... evidently, WoWHead is trying to limit my imagination to 7500 characters...))
A few minutes later, the four were seated around a mid-sized wooden table. The top was covered with roasted turkey, fruits, vegetables, tankards of stout and wine, and other miscellaneous foods. Mavik wasted no time and started to pile food onto his plate, stuffing part of a turkey breast into his mouth. He hadn’t eaten since back at Stormwind before they left since he hated the taste of Glasius’ “mystery” stew so much. The next thirty minutes or so was spent as Tirion explained what was happening in Icecrown, catching mainly, Glasius and Mavik up to speed. He could tell by the armor on the Rogue’s body, the Troll had been in Northrend for quite some time. The four men sipped their drinks and ate and talked until Mavik, Glasius, and “Tusks”, as Mavik had decided to call the Troll, were full up and rubbing their bellies.
“Well, now that that is taken care of…” Tirion interceded. “Let us deal with our guest and man of the hour first. “ He looked to Tusks. “What is it that we can do for you on this fine day, Master Rogue?”
((1,389 words, 7,673 charcters (w/ spaces...)... Told you it was long...))
Post by
Skreeran
((I hate to sound overly grateful, but it's really nice to actually have someone else interested in what my character does, Mavik... :P Before you showed up, it seemed I was just following other people around until they left me behind to do other things... :P))
Character: Base
Location: Justice Keep (Crusader's Pinnacle)
Base took only a meager amount of food onto his plate, eating it slowly, and washing each bite down with a sip of rum from his belt flask.
“What is it that we can do for you on this fine day, Master Rogue?” Tirion addressed the rogue.
"Oh, I don't need anything," Base answered abashedly.
"Oh come, now," Tirion scowled, "Surely there is something that you need."
"Honestly?" Base responded, twiddling his thumbs, "I'm not sure what I need. I strive for purpose in my life, but..." he paused, looking at everyone, feeling a mite too vulnerable. He was used to keeping himself closed and protected, it made him feel uneasy opening himself up to a complete stranger, but there was something about this man Fordring that just felt right. Perhaps it was this Light that the humans kept speaking about.
"But?" Tirion questioned, "Come, speak, we are all friends here, you have nothing to fear."
Base's expression hardened, "I strive for a purpose. Up until recently I believed that my purpose was to send others to the afterlife. It seems that whatever power that drives this world has gifted me with a talent for killing, and I embraced it. But I am unsatisfied with this life. I long for rest. Not sleep, but true rest. I don't know what to do, and so I continue working as an executioner." Base still felt vulnerable and was somewhat ashamed of his revelation, as if he had said something inappropriate for the occasion. "I do not know why I say these things to you, Master Fordring. You are quite apparently very wise, and perhaps you might have some council for one as lowly as I."
Base looked downward, his cold, logical exterior giving way to a more emotional and vulnerable side of him. A side that, perhaps, he would rather not admit he had.
((Let me know if I'm overdoing it, I'm working on making Base a more three dimensional character than just a killing machine. :P))
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Post by
Adamsm
Character:
Doomwhisper
Location:
Dalaran
Doomwhisper paced outside of the Broken's room office, not wanting to offend the old shaman by doing so inside his home.
I have to hurry, she's slipping away.
Doomwhisper thought, her connection to Valinaria becoming more and more opaque as time went by.
If only the Highlord would have had her undergo the blood ceremony with me, I could have gated right to her and gotten her out as soon as we realized who had her.
The tall draenei cursed, not noticing the looks of the passing males as she continued her vigil.
Post by
Persen
Character: Maldan
Location: Aldur'thar
Maldan sighed. "I do not think it will be possible to get his... hair... either. You will have to make it work with mine."
He grabbed a tuft of his hair and ripped it off, leaving a bald spot.
"It would have fallen off eventually. Hair do not grow on corpses" he said with a grin.
"Dancel, will you assist her? I need to leave." he finished. Dancel didn't answer him. "Stay here as long as you need, Valinaria. Then you can leave and get back to your friends."
The expression of surprise on her face was what he had expected. "I see no point in killing those that aid me."
He turned around and left with a wicked smile on his lips, knowing she would cause some real trouble when she got back with her friends. He also left a note in her armor, telling her to contact him if she got in trouble. He knew she wouldn't appreciate it at first, but maybe with time...
((ooc - I'll be reading and possibly responding for another 3-4 hours, then it's diving camp for me. A whole week without trolling forums... I did spot a guy with an iPhone I know is going there though, maybe I can convince him to let me borrow it xD))
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Post by
Dralas
(( OOC - I might be gone for most of the day after a couple of posts, so if I don't respond, just improvise ))
Character: Dralas
Time: Sunset
Location: Dalaran
- Dralas slowly came around to see Trogodor, the broken shaman he had been with earlier.
"W..Where am I?" Dralas asked.
"Resting" Trogodor said chuckling a bit. Dralas instantly sat up his eyes widened.
"The blade? Where is it?" Dralas panicked looking around.
"Its fine boy, its safely put away in that closet right next to us" Trogodor said.
"Ugh... what a headache.." Dralas groaned. "Listen, I know I'm coming off sudden again, but we need to translate that last carving, it could be the key to this blade's true power, and being able to control it" Dralas said, now leaning on the wall behind the bed.
"Also... where's Doomwhiser?"
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222376
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Post by
Adamsm
Character:
Doomwhisper
Location:
Dalaran
Doomwhisper heard voices and re-entered the Shaman's office, walking away from the prone bodies of several males who had felt she was a woman of loose morals.
"Your awake Dralas? Good, how much longer are we going to tarry here. Valinaria needs us." She said, seeing Dralas sitting up.
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