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Post by
Nythias
Characters: Ituha Shatterhoof, Taurok Winterhorn
Location: Frostwall, Frostfire Ridge
Ithua sighed as her companion came to her side, a Frostwolf, with a strong frame and strong silvery coat.
"Hey, Arikara," the tauren said weakly, stroking the cannine. The wolf howled, sensing something was wrong.
Taurok sighed. "I'm going to look for some help at Wol'gor. Okay?"
"Just go, find someone willing to slaughter without mercy," Ituha replied, her voice displaying showing more anger thab sorrow now.
Post by
Atik
Sashastrasza Greyfang
Tanaan Jungle
Sasha gripped her rifle right, scanning the trees as she followed Eranya.
Silvia Lightbringer, Christaph Steelwall
Shadowmoon Valley
"Meaning?" Christaph questioned.
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Post by
Nythias
Charcters: Ituha Shatterhoof, Taurok Winterhorn
Location: Frostwall, Frostfire Ridge
Ituha nodded and left to find some others to help. "Who wants to go butcher the Iron Horde?" she called out loudly.
Taurok sighed and turned to Kaziwan. "I'm not going, I have to attend my duties."
Post by
Aimsyr
Liatha Sunshadow, Mordea Sunshadow
Frostfire Ridge, Frostwall
The snow flurry caught in the cloaks of the two travellers, the haze of white broken only by their armour and the dull glow of low fires in the imposing orcish gatehouse that was their destination.
“We could’ve spared them Li-Li,” said the taller of the two by several inches, Mordea, in a wistful tone, several agile paces behind the long and imposing strides of her sister. “That mage would’ve kept us warm.”
“Their lives were forfeit the moment they attacked us,” snapped the shorter, disdainfully cleaning black blood from a silver one-hander using a length of silver cloth,
“and don’t call me Li-Li.”
“Only saying,” Mordea sighed, able to picture the scowl that had no doubt formed above her sister’s golden neckguard, upon her vindictive glitter-gold lips. It was not hard to discern the blood knight’s favourite colour, a streak of the same hue glitter-gold decorating each lower eyelid. Her armour was gold too, minus the glitter, consisting of a full silk cloak affixed to the shoulderguards of a complete suit of platemail, but Mordea knew it was only a decorative layer – underneath was hidden the material that gave the metal armour its true strength: ghost iron. The helm, a long-tailed sallet variety crowned by a ring of eight spikes, was at present wedged in place against the other woman’s breastplate by one arm, though the cowl of the cloak sheltered her features from the world – a sharp, angular yet striking snow-white face framed by curly white-blonde hair twisted into three waist-length braids held together by a series of silver rings and tucked away under her armour.
“Then don’t,” Liatha scolded, discarding the now-bloodied silver cloth dismissively and sliding the ghost iron blade into its sheath, which crossed that of its brother upon her back.
The two sisters almost could not have appeared any more different to one another than they did, Mordea’s own clothes comprising of laced-up black leather armour worn under an equally-black fur cloak to protect against the cold. But there was a hint of personality to it, indicating the monochrome underlying colour scheme was merely for the purpose of intimidation. Her wavy, night-black hair was collected into a single shoulder-length ponytail, the strands held together by a blue, glass clamp in the shape of a butterfly. Her stockings and undershirt, although concealed with the laces on her armour done up so tightly, were a pleasant, peach pink. She wore no helmet and her midriff lay exposed to the elements, revealing a dense set of tanned, dark pink muscles. The polished shortbow at the blood elf’s back and the double sets of sheathes fastened to her hips – containing one long dagger and a smaller throwing knife each – indicating her preferred style of fighting.
They walked in frosty silence the last, short, leg of the journey. Everything aside, as glad as Mordea was in seeing her sister properly again after so long, she could not shake the nagging feeling Liatha had changed, more than she had expected, and not for the better…
Post by
morginar
Character:
Velnessia Brightdawn, Kael'threa Moonreaver
Location:
Aruuma , Talador
"Relics of the great era belong to us!" Another Arakkoa shouted at the duo of blood elves as the two got closer to Aruuma. A beam of holy light and a bolt of caothic flames surged into it's avian body and ended it's life.
"Relics of the great era?" Velnessia muttered to herself. Kael'threa shrugged.
The two then made it to the city, a great scar accros it. The ground it's self had been molten by some strange means. Was it one of these relics that did this? Or was it the current relics? Then how powerfull are the relics from the greatest era?
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Post by
Aimsyr
Liatha Sunshadow, Mordea Sunshadow
Frostfire Ridge, Frostwall
Another blast of frost. When it dissipated, the two blood elves became visible, stepping past the sentries at the gate and into the encampment. Liatha halted first, taking it all in.
"It will do," the blood knight decided at length, in a tone that read:
barely,
wrinkling her nose in distaste at the orcish architecture.
"Li-Li..." Mordea scolded lightheartedly, pausing alongside her proud sister, all smiles.
Post by
morginar
Character:
Velnessia Brightdawn, Kael'threa Moonreaver
Location:
Aruuma , Talador
"We just got here, so no." Veknessia replied.
"What about the era?" Kael'threa muttered to the blood mage.
"Right, the bird said something about relics of the great era belong to them. Whatever that means." The blood mage shrugged.
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Post by
morginar
Character:
Velnessia Brightdawn, Kael'threa Moonreaver
Location:
Aruuma , Talador
"Velnessia Brightdawn, blood mage. And yes I am curious on what did this to the city and what these Arakkoa looking avians are."
"And I'm Kael'threa Moonreaver, a blood knight." The paladin steped forth amd cortly noded.
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Post by
morginar
Character:
Velnessia Brightdawn, Kael'threa Moonreaver
Location:
Aruuma, Talador
"I can live with that. So, let us find a relic then." Velnessia turned her heel and walked into the burning city with the molten scar with Kael'threa following shortly after.
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Post by
morginar
Character:
Velnessia Brightdawn, Kael'threa Moonreaver
Location:
Aruuma, Talador
"Help" Someone somewhere whimpered.
"Did you hear that?" The blood knight asked, raising a fist to signal a halt.
"Hear what?" Velnessia asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I just heard something." Kael'threa replied.
"Incoming birds?" The blood mage looked around her in the air for avains.
"Assistance."
Post by
Nythias
Character: Ituha Shatterhoof
Location: Frostwall, Frostfire Ridge
Ithua returned with two Trolls and three Orcs following her. "These lot are coming too." she said. "Anyone else for butchering the Iron Horde?" she then called, turning back to the garrison's centre.
Character: Emily Amberfang
Location: Crackling Plains.
A Worgen warrior awoke on the back of a Clefthoof. She was a light brown furred woman and onlbarely conscious.
She weakly looked around and saw a Dwarf, Human, both male, and three Tauren women. One of the Thunderlord Orcs' looked at her. "That one's still alive."
"They're supposed to be, you halfwit!" Another replied.
"Though she's conscious. Knock 'er back out, will ya?" A third said as she felt her head go numb. A large club-like weapon smashing the back of her head.
Post by
Aimsyr
Liatha Sunshadow, Mordea Sunshadow
Frostfire Ridge, Frostwall
"Aren't we supposed to be the crazy ones?" Mordea whispered, eyeing the tauren.
"Mortals," quipped Liatha, bitingly.
"Isn't that what we are?"
The blood knight merely smirked with an air of mystery in response, following the path down into the encampment.
Post by
Nythias
Character: Ituha Shatterhoof
Location: Forstwall Frostfire Ridge
Ituha smirked as she spoke to the armorer. "I need the best arrows you got. We got a mission to get done with."
Fire once again burned in the tauren's eyes, bustling for combat the hunter inspected the arrows given to her. "I'll make sure they split some skulls."
"Brutal." The armourer commented.
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Post by
Aimsyr
Liatha Sunshadow, Mordea Sunshadow
Frostfire Ridge, Frostwall
"Does it look like it?" inquired Liatha icily, only to have Mordea step in between the two with an apologetic giggle.
"Do you have one?" the rogue asked, smiling warmly, hoping to distract the sergeant from her sister's indiscretion.
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