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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Leopold Chopin, Damon
Location:
Light's Hope Chapel
Leopold laughed, though his narrowing yellow eyes betrayed him as he pushed the duck towards the undead again.
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1003451
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Leopold Chopin, Damon
Location:
Light's Hope Chapel
"What's the matter? Too good for my apology fowl?" Leopold asked with a deceptive smile, his hand not holding the bird drifting to the rapier sheathed at his side.
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Post by
Persen
Leera Fenwick
Unknown Location
“Welcome,” a melodious voice greeted. It belonged to a tall woman in her mid-forties, incredibly pale with a hint of purple in her complexion and with straight black hair.
With his back against a dark wooden wall sat a young man, perhaps twenty-five of age, hands bound by many turns of a fine thread. He blinked repeatedly, trying to clear the thick blur blocking his vision. He heard a woman’s voice bidding his welcome, but it was not heartily.
Confusion turned to fear when he tried to raise his bound hands to his face to rub the bleariness out of his eyes. His heart raced and he blinked even more, vision beginning to clear.
The greeter was indeed a woman, not particularly pretty but eerily beautiful. Her face was almost white, which made a strange contrast to the deep black hair and high-collared, slim satiny coat framing her visage. It was not buckled but open all the way down to her ankles, a thin slit running all the way up her body but showing only more black cloth, that of her tunic and trousers, and leather, that of her boots and belt.
The man, or rather the boy, looked at his captor. He opened his mouth to speak, but was met with a soft, drawn-out “hush…”
“If you do not yet know why you are here, it will help to know that this is a robbery of sorts,” the woman informed. The boy’s eyes widened as he felt something missing, a weight not present around his neck. He felt a lump in his throat, and his body screamed at him to get out of there. He wanted to cry, but his eyes produced no tears. He knew he was going to die.
The woman extended an arm, reaching for a table next to her. Three objects were on it, and she picked up one – a simple dagger, made of dark grey metal and just short of a foot in length. She held the pommel between her thumb and index finger. The blade responded like attracted by gravity, pointing straight at the man’s neck. She looked him in the eye with a blank expression on her face, and as his eyes widened with fear she released the knife from her grip.
Blood spurted from the dying boy’s throat, forming hovering droplets before him. He watched with dimming vision as his own blood traveled through the air and gathered itself in a large crystal bottle on the table next to the woman. When the swirling deep red began to settle, the man’s life was already extinguished.
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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Gabriel Belmont
Location: Outskirts of Light's Hope Chapel, Eastern Plaguelands
The Crusaders determined that Gabriel was carrying nothing more than the armor and weapons at his side and so let him go. Supressing the desire to scowl at them and lift his blade to strike at least one of them down, he silenty spurred his mount and continued on his way to the west.
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Persen
Leera Fenwick
On a footpath; location unknown
“It’s dangerous to go alone,” a rough voice said from behind. The woman in black halted on the path. “A fine lady like you should know that,” the man-voice continued. She did not turn her head to look.
Now, footsteps could be heard just behind her and to both sides. Two bandits in ragged leathers appeared in the corner of her left eye. Two more were behind her, still unseen. A man in not-as-shabby leather gear appeared to her right, circling close by.
He stood close to her, playing his foul breath on her face and grinning, showing a golden tooth. A dagger was poised in his hand, and he held it at the ready.
“A man requires valuables, and a lady will provide,” the leader proclaimed, and the ruffians around her chuckled a little.
“Now, where does said lady keep her valuables,” he continued, raising the blade a little towards her face. A dirty left hand moved towards her abdomen, pulling her coat to one side, and then the other. The absence of items, specifically a pouch, on her belt made the man visibly irritated.
The knife neared her cheek even more. She was still silent and immobile. “Where?” the man asked again, sharply. The tip of his blade contacted her skin to draw blood.
The crippling spell rippled through the metal, entering his hand. A wave of weakening magic passed up his arm, spreading through his body and infecting him in the blink of an eye. A drop of blood trickled down the woman’s cheek, but the man fell to his knees and dropped the dagger on the ground, unable to grip it.
She spun around to face the three. A
thud
behind her signified that the leader was now lying on the ground, unable to move under his own weight.
“A lady turns the tables,” she smirked melodiously. The bandits seemed to hesitate for a moment. One of them took an insecure step backwards, revealing his weakness.
It all took about three seconds. Close by and armed for hand-to-hand combat, the bandits at first seemed to have an obvious advantage over the unarmed woman, but the moment one of them swung his mace he was hit in the chest by a death coil, the impact releasing a burst of green light and sending him sprawling. He landed on his back, unmoving.
Another bandit lunged at her with his knife, but was caught in the movement by a stream of black energy connecting her hand with his forehead. He went down on his knees, dropped the weapon and clasped his head in his hands, dying moments later from the mental assault.
The last of the ruffians, the axewielder who had hesitated, dropped his weapon and ran. A bolt of black lightning, covered in crackling violet streamers, hit the back of his knee, which exploded like a grenade in a hail of bone fragments and bloodmist. He stumbled and fell, smashing his head on a rock and moving no more.
The woman then bent down over the bandit leader, picking up his dagger. Slowly and very steadily she lodged it between his ribs, puncturing the lung. He would die an agonizing death.
The woman in black left the four bodies on the road, untouched. She continued her walk down the footpath.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Gabriel Belmont
Location: Eastern Plaguelands, Eastern Kingdoms
Gabriel only paid attention to what laid before and behind him, never looking over his shoulder to realize he was being followed. He contniued to ride straight towards the Eastern Plaguelands with single-minded focus, whether that focus would be for his benefit or that one-minded determination would be his downfall remained to be seen.
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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Gabriel Belmont
Location: Western Plaguelands, Eastern Kingdoms
Gabriel turned southward after crossing over the border, riding on the very edge of the lake along the mountains. When he reached the Plaguelands border with the Alterac mountains he turned towards the west and rode on to the gates of Caer Darrow, which opened to allow him to pass trhough.
His shadow, however, did not go unnoticed; and magic and arrows flew down upon Shockbent to drive him away as the gate slowly closed to block off enterence to the island fortress.
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Post by
Morec0
Character: ?
Location: Eastern Tirisfal Glades, Eastern Kingdoms
The hooded elf glared at Forsaken blocking his path. He was completely silent, not in a dumbfounded and confused way, but in a methodical, calculating, ann menacing way. "That's not how it works," the rider said. "We find you, not the other way around." He pulled his axe from the straps on the back of his cloak. "Stand aside or I will cut you down, I have no time to deal with such pathetic, useless trash as yourself." He kicked his steed into a trot and headed towards Aetius.
Character:
Morec, House of Rivendare
,
Nina Luryheq
, Fal’uci, Ras, Fright, The Masked Swordsman, Voyd,
Gabriel Belmont
Location: Scholomance, Western Plaguelands
Gabriel was led through the halls of Scholmance's upper levels - what had once been a mansion but now resembled some sort of fortress - by a silent and completely robed figure to a final room with a throne situated at the far end of it. Sitting on his throne was Morec - Lord Rivendare - and sitting on his lap was a blood elf woman that Gabriel belived was named Nina. She was... feeding him, feeding him cherries and giggling like a small child as she did - although it was clear she had reached adulthood many years ago.
Gabriel was instructed to stay behind while the cloaked figure approached Morec. "Master Rivendare," the figure said after kneeling at the foot of the throne. "Mister Dartskul has sent someone to speak with you."
"You may approach," Morec said, motioning Gabriel forward.
The Forsaken warrior walked up. "Lord Rivendare," he said bluntly, no reverence of any kind present in his tone, "Vrem Dartskul wants to know what you're next actions will be so that he-."
"Mastah, parden dah intaruption." A shadowy orb formed next to Morec's throne, the voice speaking from in thick with a Zandalli accent. "But da watchmen be reportin' a figure hidin' outside da gates. I thought eet be best to tell ya before dealing with it."
"Hmm, I see," Morec said, standing up and sending the blood elf woman crashing to the floor. He took Armageddon - which had previously been resting on the side of the throne - in hand and started to walk forward. "Inform Voyd to meet me at the gates, you come too, I will deal with this myself. It's been too long since I got a little exercise."
"Can I come too, Morry?" Nina said standing up and smiling at him.
Lord Rivendare didn't even look over his shoulder. "Keep my throne warm, baby; I'll be back shortly." Nina sat down in the throne, still smiling, but Gabriel could see that there was no light in her eyes. She was not dead, or even undead, but... something, a part of her, was missing, she was broken in some way. Gabriel was not sure how but... It didn't matter. He walked over to one side of the throne room and sat on the floor, awaiting Morec's return to finish delivering his message.
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1001369
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Post by
Morec0
(( Likely an equal fight, but I don't like to kill other characters without permission (unless the situation really warents it) so this is not likely to be a duel to the death. ))
Character: ?
Location: Eastern Tirisfal Glades, Eastern Kingdoms
"If we couldn't find you, then it was because you are not worth our time or effort to track down," the elf rode up beside where Aetius had previously stood, his white-pale face visible for a breif second before his hodd shifted in the wind to conceal it again. "I will ask you again; cease your buisness and leave me be, or I will force you into the grave without any further hesitation. This is your
last
warning."
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1001369
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Post by
Morec0
Character: ?
Location: Eastern Tirisfal Glades, Eastern Kingdoms
A layer of ice formed over the elf, taking the daggers for him and then melting to them them fall to the ground. With a wave of his hand he unleashed an arcane wind that washed over the area, blowing the remainder of the smoke away. "I am unlike anything you have ever faced before, rogue," his said, pulling his found around to gallop towards his adversary. "You have made a grave error this day!"
He charged towards Aetius at full speed, weapon raised high. And then, without warning, he vanished; all sight of him, sounds he made, all indications he was there, all gone.
But he was still there, and he encircled around Aetius to deliver the blow to his back. He paused, lifting his weapon back over his head again from the strike.
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