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Azeroth 20 Years Later (Completed RP)
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"Well then why didn't they stop the bad people?" she asked.
Painfang bowed low as he saw Blackbite approaching. She patted him on the head before looking at Sparkhowl.
"Anything suspicious?" she asked.
"They did try to stop but back then it was darker times and so many things went wrong so fast that we wern't ready for them and we lost. But now we are going to win and take back the city and get rid of the bad people." He said.
"Nothing. Unless you count the bodies in the forest."
Shadow said laughing. "No one can hear you." He muttered before returning his attention to Black bite. "Nothing we couldn't handle." Sparkhowl said.
"Talking to ourselves, are we?" she asked, easily faking concern.
"Yeah. Sure let's go with that." Sparkhowl said.
"You're no fun."
Blackbite chuckled, then turned back to watch the excavation.
Painfang barked orders for those working to move faster.
Character : Linmarion
Location : Durotar
Linmarion refused to let out a grunt of pain as the whip cut into his back again, drawing more blood.
"What are they planning, night elf?" spat the Dark Horde.
Linmarion refused to as much as open his mouth, followed by the whip colliding with his back again.
"No matter, no matter..." said the orc. "I have been doing my research on the Hellreaver, and found that to claim it... I must break the wielder."
The elf looked up, a rare fear flashing in his eyes.
Character : The Four Worgen
Location : Darkshore
"Snowmane! You gonna wait all day?" called Wolfbane, realising that the worgen was hesistant to board the boat.
"Told you he wasn't dead." Sparkhowl muttered.
"He could be undead?"
Shadow said. "That's possible." He said.
"Stab him to make sure."
Shadow said. "You need a hobby." Sparkhowl replied.
"Does killing and annoying you count?"
Draenei (Exiled One)
'On the World of Draenor, Life was once peaceful for the Exiled. We did not fight the orcs, we traded and lived with them. Many a time went with a Orc and a Exiled sharing a house.'
Mazani grew up on Draenor, a young paladin-in-training. She hated a young orc named Calk'Forg, who would later become a warlock. He was a warrior. Skipping her life story, which was in her own opinion, 'not meaningful', she landed with the Exodar a trained Vindicator. She left for Draenor when the time came, and was with the forces used to take Kil'Jaeden's life. During Arthas' dark crusade, she took flight to Northend, and aided the forces of the Alliance in downing the floating citadel of Naxxramas, she participated as a Champion for the Argent Crusade both in the Tournament and the Fall of the Dark Lord. Never a heavy 'Alliance' supporter, she believed that the Alliance and Horde should be peaceful in their ways. Mazani claims she focuses on 'Bigger Issues'. Now, after the last twenty years, she finally has been ready to take up her sword again, not exactly sure what she wants to do, but she wants to do something...
Mazani sighed. Her Claymore lay on the cheap dwarvish bed. Her muscles tensed as she lifted it, shifting the heavy two-hander.
"Gah... it's been too long." She went to leave down her blade, "No, I choose to do this!" With a slam, she shut the door and set out for the outside world.
"That's good. I hope they take it back." she said as she finished her milk and her sandwitch. With her belly full she began to feel sleepy. She let out a yawn. "I'm sleepy." she said rubbing her eye's a bit. Then she hoped out of the chair and walked toward the bed to lay down.
((Just got my WoW back up, so I'll be playing that most of the day =D ))
Blackbite just started to ignore Sparkhowl. She then saw Flamehowl return and smiled. "Welcome back."
Gates of Ironforge
Mazani strode out into the fresh, clean, mountain air. Her pack felt heavy.
"I know I am going to regret this..." She grumbled, climbing onto her talbuk.
((hopefully this is acceptable as I am temporarily using deathwings char just for RP purposes otherwise I can always delete it))
Location: Orgrimmar, Durotar
Nevrinn got to his feet, glaring at the walls,
I will finish this myself!
he thought. He managed to get back into the city with help from his guards. He held his two handed axe in front of him, planning on taking Rend down himself. He found Rend and charged at him. Rend seemed rather preoccupied. The nearby peons and Dark Horde soldiers backed away, too scared to take any sides. Nevrinn's guard backed away, realising exactly what they had done.
A young warlock came running to try and stop the fight. "Your highness, your lordship" said the the warlock turning to each of the two nervously. "The orb we used to communicate with the Destroyer has been repaired, and..." said the warlock trailing off, she held up to orb for all to see, keeping her eyes aimed at the ground in respect.
Nevrinn stopped in his tracks, looking nervously at the orb. Deathwing's eye could be seen glowing with fury inside the orb. "
You fools! Don't you know what you are doing! I have made sure you both remain in power so that all of our forces may prosper, and so this city will remain strong against the pathetic alliance and the horde! And you repay me by fighting each other and making mistakes because of it. Start working TOGETHER before I have you both destroyed and replaced with someone... more capable. If this city is lost you will be to blame, BOTH OF YOU! All I ask of you is to hold on to this city and it seems you are unable to even complete that simple task. Prove me wrong and I may reconsider...
" said Deathwing menacingly. The orb went misty and soon the Destroyer's presence was gone.
Nevrinn shifted uneasily, fearful for his own existance. If he could not work with Rend then Deathwing would have them destroyed personally. The warlock scurried off seeing the tension and others that were nearby turned away in fear. Nevrinn looked to Rend, no explanation was needed, no apology, no arguing over whose fault it was needed. They had no choice but to work together. Nevrinn finally spoke, "it seems we have no choice, we must stop the enemy from taking the city together. You have my apologies Blackhand it was foolish of us to fight" he said simply, however he said it politely this time, realising what Deathwing had said was true, "now let us kill the scum that stands at the gates of this great city," Nevrinn added. The nearby workers and soldiers looked relieved, hoping that this would mean they were safe from Nevrinn and Rend fighting and plotting against each other.
Vinymnev was furious with herself, she had let Nevrinn get away again, and Blackhand has escaped with his life too. She had guessed from the way Nevrinn abandoned Blackhand that the two were at each other's throats but if they worked together there was a small chance that Orgrimmar would not fall. She shrugged the thoughts aside, she would personally see to it that Nevrinn died and if she could she would see to it the Blackhand perished also. She looked at the tall gates of the city, the constant bombardment from the enemy had stopped but no doubt if they advanced they would feel the full force of it once again.
Amora went over to Artemis and Vinymnev somewhat shaken, she was in her human form now, "th... thank you," she stammered to Vinymnev, grateful for that she was still alive. Vinymnev looked at her and nodded, "that is fine, I believe you would have done the same had the situations been reversed." Vinymnev turning towards Orgrimmar without saying anything more,
I hope those fools kill each other!
she thought, silently hoping that Rend and Nevrinn would kill each other and finish what the alliance and the horde had set out to do.
Vagrin glared at the walls of Orgrimmar, "those bastards! They got away! COWARDS!" he shouted at the wallls of the city, knowing that the enemy would be unable to hear him.
Valanayia and Lektri stood above Garos, trying to wake him. "He is out cold, but I may have something for it!" said Lektri, pulling out a vial of strange liquid and pouring it into Garos' mouth. "Lets hope this works, we can't just leave him out here, and it would be better if he could move around and get fresh air while he recovers rather than lying around all day without getting nourishment. Valanayia simply nodded at Lektri's words. They dragged Garos back to the rest of the army and lay him down in the shade by a large rock. "Now we wait," said Lektri, watching Garos intently.
((ooc - might want to edit a little, Rend did drop Nevrinn off the walls heh))
"Idiot." Rend muttered himself, continuing up on top of the walls to look down at the forces arrayed against them.
Where is Nefarion? He promised he would assist with this.
The Warchief thought and growled, thinking of the fact that he was between a rock and a hard place here; the Forsaken forces had been shattered in Undercity, Thunder Bluff was no longer in his hands, and the goblin had rebelled and were currently slaughtering the Warsong forces that had been holding them in place.
He grumbled to himself as he watched his magi and casters attempting to break through the shield and failing miserably.
Base was with Thrall, going over the plans.
Thekra sat by herself, thinking about what was going to happen next. She didn't expect much, in regards to herself. She was a prisoner, after all. All she wanted was to see Rend dead and help defeat the Destroyer. She needed to right the wrongs she had comitted as Warchief of the Outland Horde.
"Oh, sorry..." Snowmane answered, boarding the boat. "I was just wondering something. If you two are from my pack, where are
Outside of Orgrimmar
"Chieften Base, have you heard from your son?" Thrall asked, looking at him as he looked up from his maps. "We need to know if the east gate is still in our control or not." He said, and shook his head. "Varok, once we know, I want you and your niece to travel head there with a portion of the army to fortify it." He told his commander who nodded.
Thrall looked at the Alliance commander and raised an eyebrow. "It would probably be best if my forces remained in the back Warchief; the Sentinels are better put to use as long range forces." Shadowsong said, leaning over to look at the maps.
Medical Tent, Orgrimmar
Garos groaned in his sleep.
"Ji'jiri sent word," Base answered, adjusting his goggles and bringing out his flask, before deciding not to drink after all. "His troops hold the gate at the moment, but he doesn't think that he could hold it if the enemy came at them with a concentrated attack."
Thekra was about to ask how she could be put to use, but was silent. She was lucky to even be able to participate. The Warchief had enough to deal with without her pestering him.
Outside of Orgrimmar
"Hm." Thrall said and looked at the maps then nodded. "Varok, go. And General Shadowsong, if your forces wouldn't mind, assist him as well?" He said, and the two nodded before leaving. Thura stopped at the tent flap and looked at the Blackrock woman then motioned at her to follow as well before moving off.
"Chieften, your forces can assist the main force when we strike from the front." Thrall said and looked over into the corner where a tall cloaked figure was standing. "And your forces will assist as well Lady Merian?" He asked, and the hooded figure nodded and stepped forward. "We will not be much assistance against the ground forces, but we hold back the Twilights and Blacks." She said, a faint hiss to her voice.
"I again extend my thanks to the Queen of Life and Magic for their assistance." Thrall said, and there was a flash of a smile in the shadow of her hood as the woman left the tent.
Miriam & Yo'kuno
Miri grinned, wrestling with Alabast and laughing. She needed some time for herself, plus she didn't care much for tactics anyways. Being a huntress is easy enough; nock, aim, fire. So the forsakeness sat with Alabast the two rolling around in the dust, trying not to bump into anyone.
Yo'kuno sighed. He sat on a rock near Thrall and the commanders, not quite close enough to hear. The warrior was sharpening his blades while Quake and Purple were both curled up beside him. He briefly looked up at the sky, following a spec in the sky (most likely a dragon) and wondering what was going to happen to all of them, before returning to his sharpening with another sigh.
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