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Azeroth 20 Years Later (Completed RP)
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Blackbite snarled, the other worgen was taking too long to reply. If he didn't say something soon, she'd kill him herself. He was useless anyway.
"I thought so." He turned to Blackbite. "And I also guessed you were faking as well. That sword is fake." he chuckled. He turned back to Dag'rema. "Give me time to think. I cannot make such a large decision as this while held captive."
Vinymnev had woken up after a long relaxing sleep, she noticed Artemis was still sleeping and so she went over and kissed him, he stirred. She looked around and picked up her armor. Once she had her armor on she picked up her twin frostblades, her bow, her quiver full of arrows and her harpoon. She saw Artemis was ready also, so she went outside. After hearing Base's speech she went up to talk to him when the crowd has dispersed. "Base," she said, saluting the chieftan, "I would like to help lead the attack on Orgrimmar, I have an idea of who Deathwing may of sent to command the city, and lets just say... we know each other" she said, waiting for the chiefs response, keen to get back to Artemis and her friends.
Vagrin got up, he rubbed his head, he had a slight headache which was slowly fading,
"Aha!" he said, remember now the events of the previous night,
this willne do... need'e rematch!
he thought. Then, after looking out the window at the preparations for war he got his armor on and he picked up his massive warhammer. "Tha's better, time for action!" he said. He went outside to find Mikroz and Valanayia, who were both ready for battle too. "Greetings" said Mikroz, grinning. Valanayia looked similarily cheerful.
"Th' hells gotten into yer?" said Vagrin.
"Well, lets just say you seem awfully quiet today" said Mikroz in reply, implying how Vagrin had lost to Artemis and Vinymnev the previous night when they had been drinking.
"No' fer long..." said Vagrin, grinning.
This time it was Valanayia's turn to roll her eyes.
"So wheres this worgen you have been talking about?" she said.
"She'll be around here somewhere" said Mikroz, scanning the crowd.
"There!" he exclaimed at last, spotting Amora.
Amora jerked her head around at the call of her name, she was in Worgen form and she walked slowly towards them.
Nevrinn looked around, satisfied at the improvement on the defences in the city. The Twilight Hammerhad gone ahead and has set up a chain of wooden forts and barricades some distance out of the city, they were standing ready, armed with muskets and cannon. If the enemy delayed any longer Orgrimmar would be close to untakeable, but Nevrinn knew that was too much to wish for,
if only they could get those bloody supplies here on time!
he thought furiously. He looked around, waiting for a fight, no one offered any, all his men stood to attention. Finally he had enough, he nodded menacingly to one of his cavalry commanders, "go and scout their positions or how far away they are, if you encounter them I want you to engage their troops, massacre as man yas you can then come back here and give your report." Yes sir! said the officor, saluting, heading to the stable yards where the various mounts the had were stabled. "Prepare for battle!" he heard the officor shout. Nevrinn smiled, he would make sure the enemy had absolute hell when they attacked the city, though he knew he would be outnumbered, no doubt the other members of the Alliance and the Horde would supply troops too,
more lambs to the slaughter
he thought in amusement, however he knew Orgrimmar's chances weren't the best, unless the enemy were stupid, or if they misunderstood his tatics. He sighed, he hated being the loser when it came to battles, because if he died, it would be his head paraded around on a stake, rather than the heads of his enemies.
Dennis Lobo Hendricks
Lordaeron City, Trisfal Glades
Lobo grunted as he secured his belongings to his mount, the creature making a low sound as he patted it along the flank. "Sorry lad, but this will be a long ride." He said quietly, putting his weapons on the saddle sheaths, and then added a few extra things. The Worgen commander looked over at the others preparing for the journey and chuckled under his breath as he thought about what had occurred in the council room.
"So, now that we've retaken most of the north, with only Hammerfall still having Destroyer forces within it, and the Twilight Highlands and Grim Batol between us and Ironforge and Gnomeregon." King Wrynn said, pointing at the large map on the stone table. "We should strike hard and fast, before they have a chance to prepare." He said, and looked at the others.
Liam shook his head after the Stormwind human's comment. "That's a bad plan your Highness; our forces are stretched thin right now, and if we make a push towards the Batol, we could end up being overwhelmed and crushed." The Gilneas Prince said, and pointed at Ironforge and Gnomeregon. "Our priority should be getting to the cities and bolstering the Dwarves and Gnomes." He said, looking over at the others and they nodded at him.
Liam grinned and looked over at Lobo. "So, you have your orders Commander, we'll gather up a squadron for you, and you'll lead them south understood?" The Prince answered and Lobo sighed and nodded. "Of course my Prince." He answered.
Lobo looked over at the others; three other members of his Pack, with Yuri of course. 5 young scouts from Stormwind, a pair of rugged guards from Stromgarde, some warriors from Durnholde and a pair of Wildhammer scouts. "Oh this going to be fun." Lobo muttered and shook his head.
"You don't have much choice," Blackbite growled. "Consider yourself lucky you are captive and not
Character : Garnex / Lanrin / Artemis / Linmarion
Location : Darkshore
Garnex grinned at Base's words, the shaman eager to take back Orgrimmar.
Lanrin looked down at Nether. Her cubs had grown fast, they were now about half her size. The hunter took out his bow and surveyed it, making sure it was suitable for battle.
Artemis crouched down, silently waiting for Vinymnev.
The Hellreaver glowed a deeper crimson as Linmarion looked up at Base.
Dennis Lobo Hendricks
Terran Mill, Hillsbrad Foothills
The group from Lordaeron moved through the ruined town, dispatching those few Forsaken they found wandering dazed and lost within it. "Nothing like corpse killing." One of the humans said with a laugh, and Lobo shot him a glare. "We're doing this out of mercy; putting them out of their misery and reclaiming the town for the humans." He growled, cutting down another one with a single blow.
Stratholme, Eastern Plaguelands
Nathanos grinned as he read the messages.
The reclaiming is going well; I was right; Hearthglen is empty of the Scarlet's and the Forsaken. We can take that city for ourselves, as well as the Hand and the ruins of Light's Hope and Ebon Hold.
He thought, leaning back in his chair and smiling to himself as he knew his plans for rebuilding a new Forsaken land would come to fruition.
She continued to wander around the town. She did find a few things to do but not for long. She slowly got bored wondering if anyone around would try talking to her.
Base returned to his tent, Una following him in.
"This isn't gonna be easy..." he nodded.
"Ah know," Una nodded, resting a hand on her shoulder. "But ah belive ya ken do it. Deh ain't nuttin' dat you can't kill," she grinned.
"Thanks," Base chuckled, kissing her. "I love you."
Una smiled and kissed him back, before finally starting to help him put on the ancestral armor of the Shatterspear chieftain. He had only one before had to don it in the defense of the village, and now he was to lead his people into war, something unheard of for the Shatterspears for thousands of years.
Finally, once he had fully dressed, he and Una returned to the people, helping them prepare for war.
Blackbite remained ready to stop whatever tricks the other worgen had in mind.
"Perhaps for now." Alnerigo said. "I will aid you for the moment. But I reserve the right to withdraw at any time. And before you start freaking out I swear on my ancient ancestors that I will keep any secrets of the Legion." Fire crackled around his hands. "Stand back please Blakcbite. I have no wish to fight you."
Location: Kalistra's Santuary
"Certainly," Dag'rema nodded. "Now then, shall we begin planning?"
Blackbite growled. She wasn't afraid of him, she could kill him right now if she wanted to...
... But he had agreed to work with them. And she wasn't about to anger the warlock - she was smarter then that. So, she stood down, but remained alert.
Blackbite nodded. "I say so. Who will we kill first?"
Dennis Lobo Hendricks
Durnholde Keep, Hillsbrad Foothills
Lobo grunted to himself as he and his pack mates camped outside of the walls of Durnholde; the humans, elves and Wildhammers having entered the keep to get supplies and food for the journey south. Yuri looked over at her commander and ex-lover then moved over beside him. "Your deep in thought; and that worries me." She said quietly, sitting beside him and he grunted, looking over at her.
"Sorry, merely thinking of what we have to do." He told her and sighed, making sure the other pack members wouldn't hear. "I'm worried about this mission; I just have a bad feeling that we'll reach Ironforge... but not all together." He admitted and she made a low sound and leaned against him, offering wordless comfort.
Location: Kalistra's Sanctuary
"The goal is the fall of Stormwind," Dag'rema nodded. "For that to happen, I desire a worgen pack. That is where you two come in."
((Just finished my photoshop of
Demon Form Dag'rema
. Not my best ever, but I like it.))
"Give me a populated town, I'll give you worgen," she scowled. "Don't expect me to touch
in any other way then to kick him." She growled in hate.
(( OH SNAP! Nice work there Skree.
And nice work with Base too. But I feel the goggles kill the warrior feel. May I suggest the
Amani Death Mask
Llynarai, Tza'tali, Praey & Yo'kuno
Llynarai grunted, kicking a rock as hard as she could, taking out her frustration on it and ignore the pain that suddenly sprung to life in her root. "Goddamnit," she swore, watching the rock hit the trunk of a tree and sail wildly to the right. "^&*!ing bull$%^&," the huntress muttered, unsure of what she was so mad about. She whirled in the opposite direction, going to head back to the village and find Val'ran. Except she paused, leaning against a tree trunk and scowling.
What the hell is wrong with me?
she thought bitterly.
Tza'tali sighed, fixing the last of Yo'kuno's heavy plate armor onto his shoulders, tightening the straps tightly. "Kuno.." she murmured worriedly as he turned to face her. "Moom..." he protested, rolling his eyes slightly and smiling. "You know I gotta do dis. Da Shattaspears been too good ta me.. it'd be wrong if I didn't fight wit dem."
"I know love.." she replied quietly, drawing him into a hug that was made slightly uncomfortable by the jagged plate armor between them. "I just don't want to see you get hurt." Yo'kuno flashed her a smile, kissing the shaman on the cheek and then stepping away. "I won't," he shrugged, slipping on his helm and grabbing his axes, moving to train.
Tza folded her arms and watched Yo'kuno, moving to sit on a crate. She rubbed her stomach absently, staring out at her son with a torn look in her eyes.
Praey sat silently, watching Zane and Zala play. Apocalypse clicked his beak, nuzzling her lightly, and she smiled slightly.
"Very well. Perhaps we could strike at the remaining people in Darkshore, it seems to eb a large gathering there. Or perhaps at the bases of the enemies of the Dark Horde." Alnerigo flexed his neck. "If you try to kick me, expect your foot to be warmed up considerably Blackbite." he said dangerously. Fire crackled softly.
((Pretty good there Skree))
"Please. I could will it and you'd be dead - or better yet,
. Get that through that thick skull of yours soon or you might end up six feet under sooner then you'd think."
"And how will you be doing that? The Scythe?" He chuckled darkly. "When I shut myself off from the sunwell I also gained the ability to be completely uninfluenced by outside sources."
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