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Post by
lightnstuff
Grakasha Bloodfield
Desolace
Grakasha is an orcish mercenary of her mid thirties. Mild green in color, her hair is a shocking red mane, her namesake. She wears a heavy mix of chain mail and wields a claymore currently strapped to her back.
Grakasha whistled idly as she wandered about the path. She had heard sky metal was worth a ton of money. If she collected some of the loot, she might have enough to live off it.
Hopefully somewhere without stupid people.
Post by
Atik
William Triberk, COLA, Desidaku, Celegosa
Prometheus
"I'm not threatening them." Celene commented. "I'm just making sure they know what's what."
Des scurried away from the reaper.
Triberk glanced up from working on the long-range antenna as his name was yelled. His eye twitched as he recognized the voice. "Can't go five seconds without wishing someone new died in the crash..." He grumbled.
Admiral Noname, Samantha Ahren, Praegosa
Ares
The marines made their way through the halls of the ship; exiting out one of the side airlocks and beginning to climb up one of the steep hills on either side of the scar left by their crash, Samantha leading the way with a purposeful stride.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Vujon'wi, Azok Skychaser
Location: Desolace
As the two made there way south they noticed an orc walking along the road.
"Maybe she seeks the star?" Vujon said before Azok could ask.
The tauren shrugged. "Hello there." He called to the orc as the two made there way down the road.
Post by
lightnstuff
Grakasha Bloodfield
Desolace
Grakasha looked up and over cautiously. After a moment she smiled, "Hey."
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Vujon'wi, Azok Skychaser
Location: Desolace
"Hello." Azok said as his kodo stopped beside Grakasha. "What brings a lone warrior out here?" He asked.
"Are you searching for the star that fell?" Vujon asked.
Post by
Persen
Frederich Savin
The
Prometheus
"Ah!" the scientist grunted as he spotted the head engineer by the massive antenna, adjusting his course ever so slightly. A few seconds later he stood by the device, looking up at Triberk.
"Much as I appreciate your work, Triberk, in allowing people to
chat
and decide when to go for lunch and whatnot, we have a ship that is nigh powerless and you're fixing the TV?"
Post by
lightnstuff
Grakasha Bloodfield
Desolace
Grakasha shrugged, "Well, I was in the area and I saw the lightshow. I figured I might as well stop by and check it out."
Post by
Atik
William Triberk, COLA, Desidaku, Celegosa
Prometheus
COLA glanced up at the science officer, tilting its head.
Triberk stared a moment. "I'm not sure your aware how important this is..." He muttered, aggitation filling his voice. "We don't have the manpower, and our men don't have the brainpower to communicate without their coms! If we want to get off this wreck, we need these operational!"
He glared at Fred. "Once I've got this fixed, we can start spreading out more, and it will be a lot easier to fix things when I don't have %^&*!@#s getting in my way every ten seconds!"
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Vujon'wi, Azok Skychaser
Location: Desolace
"Then you can join us if you wish." Vujon said. "Since were going to the same place." He added.
Post by
Persen
Frederich Savin
Crash site of the
Prometheus
"Had I not examined one or two I'd think some of them didn't have the brains to communicate
with
comms," Fred muttered and looked up at the technician. "Anyway, I warned you. I know you don't like my repairs."
The scientist turned on his heel and marched back towards the ship.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Soren Baldurson
Location
:
Prometheus
Crash Site, Cape of Stranglethorn
"I am well aware that you could leave when you wish," Soren remarked. "I was merely commenting on the fact that I, too, was once a minor."
Post by
lightnstuff
Grakasha Bloodfield
Desolace
Grakasha looked around and shrugged, "What else do I have to do? Sure."
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Vujon'wi, Azok Skychaser
Location: Desolace
"Before we go much further I am Azok Skychaser and this is my friend Vujon'wi." The tauren said.
"What's your name mon?" The troll asked the orc.
Post by
lightnstuff
Grakasha Bloodfield
Desolace
Grakasha tilted her head, "Grakasha. Nice to meet you."
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Vujon'wi, Azok Skychaser
Location: Desolace
"And you as well Grakasha." Vujon stated before his raptor began a slow walk. "It shouldn't be much further." He added. Azok meanwhile had fallen silent as he gazed ahead.
Post by
lightnstuff
Grakasha Bloodfield
Desolace
"Sounds good," Grakasha commented, wandering with them, "What's your stories?"
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Vujon'wi, Azok Skychaser
Location: Desolace
"Not much to say really." Vujon'wi said scratching his tusk. "I've been a witchdoctor for da darkspears all my life. Been helping da horde since we joined and wandering the lands till I met Azok in the north when the lich king was still a problem." The troll finished.
"I've been a shaman since the earth spoke to me as a child. I spent most of my childhood fighting the centaur till Thrall came and helped us drive them out of our homeland. Since I've fought for the horde and earthen ring in there battles." He said. "And we're heading to the crash to see what has the spirits relied up. What about you?" He added.
Post by
lightnstuff
Grakasha Bloodfield
Desolace
"Joined the army since we left the other continent, fought in every war since Hyjal. Didn't bother reenlisting this time around. Tired of taking stupid orders," Grakasha sighed, rolling her eyes.
Post by
UrAgahn
Character
: Gregory Mandrake
Location
: The Cape of Stranglethorn
More time was spent dragging the bodies into an at least somewhat orderly pile than it took to dispose of them. Were Gregory more alike his younger friend Alistair, he would have simply taken out a canister with napalm and set the cadavers aflame; he was not, however, and had to make do with what materials he had close at hand. That they had crashed in a humid tropical jungle, close to the shoreline, only made things worse, but eventually the Spectre constructed a funeral pyre, helping himself with the remnants of buildings in the area that were not made of stone.
Mandrake took a step back, admiring his handiwork, then touched the construction with the tip of his warp-scythe and sent a particularly volatile burst of psychokinetic energy down the sleek shaft. A shower of sparks birthed a flame that grew rapidly, engulfing the twice-late natives. All too soon, a wide pillar of thick, viscous smoke rose to the sky, making Gregory suddenly aware of and thankful for the breathing systems in his Hostile Environment Suit.
The bodies were taken care of - or, at least, being taken care of, as it were, - but something still felt very wrong about the area. Gregory knelt in the mud, brushing away sickly-looking foliage to reveal an odd-looking fetish. It looked very in-character for the tribal blueskins the Raiders had already met, a crude collection of sticks, bones and feathers, garishly painted and barely held together by string and dried sinew - and yet it gave off a malevolent aura that in its nature was too close to the zombies' presence for Mandrake's tastes.
A quick sweep revealed many more of similar fetishes and effigies, all similar on planes both physical and ethereal. After reluctantly storing a couple along with the gathered biological samples, Gregory hurtled the rest into the raging fire with no small amount of relief - relief that lasted right until the flames licked the profane idols, causing them to burst into a shower of sparks and a small cloud of incredibly thick smoke.
Character
: Mickey Thompson, Alistair Mercer
Location
:
Prometheus
Crash Site, The Cape of Stranglethorn
"Sir, I am no expert on Thors. Vikings are my area of specialty, but of Thor-class walkers I know precious little. It would seem, however, that had the Thor in question been repaired, it would have moved, or shot, or something similar, sir," Mickey replied with a stone face.
Character
: Ysabel Catalina Margarita Beatriz Sofia Maria Liliana de la Jacinto, aka Lilith
Location
:
Ares
Crash Site, Eastern Plaguelands
Lilith found herself, for once, at a loss for words. The noblewoman simply gaped; where wounds had very much been, none remained, and all it took was a laying on of hands, that for some reason or another glowed all the way through. What had just happened? And why did this native seem tired all of a sudden?
"How..." Lilith began hoarsely, then cleared her throat and spoke again, "How did you do that?"
Post by
Neonhyper
Character
: Aiden Harvard, Nora Sanchez, Nicostraez
Location
:
Prometheus
Crash Site, The Cape of Stranglethorn
Aiden nodded tersely, turning his back to the two natives and the Sergeant as he faced one of the newly running consoles in the Command Center, "I'll have someone come and pick it up," the officer stated while his fingers raced across the computer's keys.
"All of you!" Harvard's next exclamation was directed not to the trio, but instead to the still-celebrating crewmen populating the upper deck. "Back to work! I want camera displays up and logs of the damage reports before the crash. Start tallying the body count and getting our long range sensors running!"
There was a moment of silence as Aiden looked up. His sharp stare directed towards the grumbling crowd was met with reluctant nods and shuffling across the metal floor. The unmistakable clicking of keys and computer dings filled the air in the void left by the ceased chatter. The officer was about to turn back to the natives and Mickey, when there was a buzzing from the comm on top of Harvard's console.
"
Oi, Harvard. I'm taking the little dork kids south to some criminal hive of greed and weirdos called Booty Bay (ridiculous name, right?) Going to find some sort of magical healing person the pale one was talking about to save the Magistrate and kick you off your high horse. You can thank me later,
" came Nora's unmistakable voice. "
Taking Baldurson with me because he's going to follow anyway. If he doesn't come back I murdered him. Don't be surprised.
"
The comm cut off and Aiden stared at in disbelief.
Nora pocketed the comm and waltzed up to the group by the wagon, pushing Nico and Soren farther away from each other, as the creepy little kid had taken a step forward with some sort of reply to the Ghost, and wagged her finger at Celene, "All right, boys, girls, and Baldurson, let's get a move on."
She clapped her hands together, taking Des by the shoulder and dragging the albino boy off towards the eastern perimeter. Nico simply watched her leave.
"Should we be concerned?" he asked.
Character
: Eva Barker
Location
: The Cape of Stranglethorn
Eva sat crosslegged on the top of a large hill overlooking the shore, another set of ruins much like the one she had departed from sat sprawled across the sand and against the entrance to the valley she had entered from. The pale, carved stone loomed over more shuffling figures like the undead her and Gregory had just crossed. She pursed her lips grimly. More curious were the hunched blue skins hanging over their cauldrons while the zombies walked to and fro without giving them a glance.
Something was at work here, but this place was fare more occupied than the previous ruin. Whatever was in one of those cauldrons begged investigation, but she wasn't going in there alone, and definitely not with guns blazing.
She slipped off the hill, retreating back towards where the smoke billowed off into the sky from the pyre that Gregory had certainly created.
Character
: Abygail Daybreaker, Rygos, Tiagosa, Lance Jackson
Location
:
Ares
Crash Site, Eastern Plaguelands
Ryu jogged after Samantha, checking over his shoulder occasionally to make sure that Pray was still following (or was still able to follow, as the case may be.)
Lance's expression had gone from curious to sudden shock at the sight of what Abygail had done. Tia bounced up and down excitedly, though plainly was not perturbed in the slightest like this was a natural occurrence. The marine looked down at the young girl with an odd stare, though she didn't seem to notice.
"Faith, the hand of the Light, and some of my own strength," Abby replied with a weak smile, moving to the next nearly dead soldier to begin the process anew.
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