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Azeroth 20 Years Later (Completed RP)
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Morec0
Snowclaw
Bloodhowl Pack Den
Snowclaw knocked the hounds off this time. "You can't beat us both," she growled as Bloodhowl struggled back to his feet. "Your terror ends here!"
They charged together.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Dag'rema
Location: Bloodhowl Den
"Tsk tsk," Dag'rema chuckled, knocking both back with a wave of concentrated shadow. "I would think you smarter than this..." she grinned. "I've spent the last several days eating souls and regaining my strength. What have you done to regain your strength?"
She stumbled back a little, cursing her weak legs, but regained her footing.
Post by
Morec0
Bloodhowl Pack
Bloodhowl Pack Den
Bloodhow saw this and grinned. "Not yourself anymore, are you?"
He impailed his scythe into the ground, ripping it up in a torrent in her direction.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Dag'rema
Location: Bloodhowl Den
"Oh please," Dag'rema chuckled, tapping her staff against the ground and meeting the tear with one of her own.
She paused a moment and listened.
"Do you hear that?" she asked. "The screams have almost stopped..." she grinned.
Post by
Morec0
Bloodhowl/Snowclaw
Bloodhowl Pack Den
The two charged, ready to kill the warlock. They raised their wepons, and brought them down at her.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Dag'rema
Location: Bloodhowl Den
Dag'rema parried with her staff, but it brought her do her knees.
Suddenly, a half-ogre female leapt from the army, tackling both worgen.
"Now!" Dag'rema cried, fel magic flying from her hand as she tried to subdue Bloodhowl, similar effects coming from the other nearby warlocks.
Post by
Morec0
Bloodhowl Pack
Bloodhowl Pack Den
NO! This couldn't happen! He tried to break free of the magic but... it was too strong! The Bloodhowl Scythe wasn't even able to lend him the power to break free!
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Dag'rema
Location: Bloodhowl Den
"See, had you accepted my offer, you'd be living like kings. Your pack would be innumerable, you would have all of Ashenvale under your claw. You'd have favour in the eyes of the Masters of the universe... But you didn't..." Dag'rema grinned savagely. "Instead, you refused, so I had to kill your pack. And then you hurt me... That was your big mistake. Now your suffering will know no end..." she smiled as Brighteye was brought to them, similarly subdued.
Post by
Morec0
Bloodhowl Pack
Bloodhowl Pack Den
"You... wont... win..." Bloodhowl growled. "Release them, I'm the one you want to torture!"
Post by
Skreeran
((
WARNING
: This post contains graphic and explicit violence against children and may be disturbing to some. I formed it in my head after hours of contemplating a way to surpass Dag'rema's previous actions and while listening to Rammstein and fostering a particularly intense hatred against my brothers and sisters. If you want to skip it, it's fine. Basically Dag'rema kills the Bloodhowl pack and takes Bloodhowl, Brighteye, and Snowclaw as soulstones.))
Character: Dag'rema
Location: Bloodhowl Den
"Oh yes..." Dag'rema smiled. "But not just physical or magical torture," she shook her head with a grin. "No, you'll find that there are many kinds of torture."
She looked down at her crippled legs and felt her terrible face.
"You hurt me..." Dag'rema grinned, her canine features not fitting her expression well. "There's only been one other person who was able to hurt me like you did, and I'm currently carrying her in my pocket. Let me introduce you," she smiled, reaching out and ripping Bloodhowl's soul from his body. She followed with Snowclaw's.
"Ah yes, I remember you too," she grinned as her eyes met Brighteye's sockets. "Come. Join your sister and mate in hell..." she nodded, reaching forwards and caressing the worgen's terrified and infuriated face. She gently stroked the blind worgen's soft fur and began to coax the soul out slowly, smiling as the writhing body went limp and a third purple crystal formed in her hand. "Are you all comfortable?" she asked. "Good."
She proceeded into the caves and down a nearby hall, where she smelled something delicious. She slowly pushed open a door to another room, following the smell of pups.
"Alright," she smiled, setting the crystals down on a shelf. "I want you to watch what I am about to do..." she paused. "Oh... I'm sorry. You'll have to be content listening,
Brighteye...
" she added with a chuckle at the irony of the worgen's name.
She spied the two pups, probably twins, which smelled remarkably similar to Brighteye. They were whining and crying in tiny terrified voices as they tried to hide.
"Ah, so they're yours, blind one?" she asked with a chuckle, before scooping up one of them--female, by the build--as they tried to hide. The pup screamed harder and louder as it stared into Dag'rema single eye. The scream was cut short with a sickening snap as Dag'rema broke the tiny neck. She then took the body in one hand and wrapped her other hand around the head and pulled. There was a small tearing sound and a wet "shlorp" as the head came free, which she set upon the shelf next to the crystals.
"What's happening?" came Brighteye's voice from one of the crystals, crying terribly.
"I-I can't tell you, my love," came Bloodhowl's voice from another, crying harder. "Don't listen. Don't think about it."
"She was lucky," Dag'rema smiled. "I granted her the peace of death. Your son will not be so fortunate..." she grinned, snatching up the male pup by the neck. He growled and barked and tried to fight, but Dag'rema merely smiled and slammed him against the wall, quickly quieting him. She took him by the neck and delicately plucked the tiny eyes from the canine head one by one, throwing them each to the eager maw of her favored Felhound. "Your child has no eyes," she whispered to Brighteye's crystal. "You'll be a perfect match..." she paused. "But you know what's more horrible than eternal darkness?" she asked, smiling at Brighteye's screaming and begging. "Eternal darkness together with eternal silence."
She took a long thin and sharp instrument from one of her warlocks and held the writhing pup down.
"No, you can't!" Thekra cried, this being crueler than anything she'd ever seen or even thought of.
Dag'rema didn't even turn to the half-ogre, setting her ablaze with one smooth motion of her arm. She slid the tool into the pups right ear and then pressed it in forcefully, causing a sharp cry of pain from the screaming pup. She followed with the other ear.
"Don't worry Bloodhowl," she whispered. "I won't let your line die out..." she smiled, turning to one of the cultists. "Take him back to Jaedenar, to the pit. I want him alive. I don't care who has to die to make it happen, but this one will remain alive at any cost."
"Yes, mistress," the cultist nodded, taking the squirming bundle of bloody fur and claws from her and taking it back to the other cultists.
Dag'rema turned to another group, where her Felguard captain stood.
"The bodies: Bloodhowl, Snowclaw and Brighteye. Hang them from the entrance to the caves. Pile the other bodies beneath them."
"Yes mistress," the Felguard nodded.
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A faint voice came from a fourth crystal to those of the worgen.
"Oh no... Oh ancestors, she's taken more..." came a tiny sobbing voice.
Post by
Morec0
(( Snowclaw ))
Bloodhowl Scythe
?
In the last instant before his soul was ripped out, Bloodhowl poured a part of his conciousness into the Bloodhowl Scythe. He sensed a pressence nearby, one that had his daughter's mixed with it.
He sent the Scythe to that pressence, then was taken by the darkness...
(( Cue Bob ))
Post by
Skreeran
((What about Snowclaw?))
Character: Dag'rema
Location: Bloodhowl Den
Dag'rema carefully tucked the soulstones away next to her special crystal and began making her way out of the caves.
"Mount up, everyone..." she nodded. "We head for the portal next."
((Just giving Bob one more post of space. If he comes in now, he's dead.))
Post by
Sparkbolt
((Holy !@#$ thats ^&*!ed up Skreeran))
Character:Kevin Lightstrider
Location: Terokkar forest
He is half human half blood elf. About 5'11 in height and has short blond hair and his eyes are blue with slivers of green in them.
Kevin sat in the forest sitting against a tree. His golden broadsword and a holy crystal lay in front of him and a black netherdrake was curled up next to him.
"I miss him to chaos." He said rubbing the dragons neck. A female Draenei walked up to them.
"What will you do now Highblade." She said and Kevin flinched at the name. She sat down next to him.
"I'll finish what he started." He said standing up and grabbing the sword and the crystal and a suit of gold armor formed over him.
"You can't fight nightmare on your own." She said
"I don't intend on fighting him yet even with A'dal on my side i'd be killed. I intend on fixing what that monster did." He said and walked off and was gone in a flash of light.
Post by
Morec0
(( You had it as Snowhowl ))
Bloodhowl Scythe
?
The Bloodhowl Scythe traveled through the nether region, seeking the one it had been sent to. Finally, it found him.
It returned to reality.
Post by
Skreeran
((Holy !@#$ thats ^&*!ed up Skreeran))((Good... That's quite a compliment. :) ))
(( You had it as Snowhowl ))((You're right, I editted.))
Character: Bob
Location: Darkshore
The half-orc walked along towards the den, when he smelled something terrible. Blood, burnt flesh, vomit...
He picked up his pace and reached the den, before throwing up at what he saw. There was Bloodhowl, Brighteye, and Snowclaw, friends he had seen just days ago, hanging by the neck from the mouth of their own den. Beneath them lay a huge pile of worgen corpses, male, female, child.
He threw up again, feeling quite sick. Suddenly, there was a scythe in front of him. He recognized it. It was Bloodhowl's.
"So... They're all dead..." he muttered in despair. "The warlocks succeeded in wiping out the entire pack..." he nodded, thinking of Moonhowl, hoping that she didn't suffer too much before she passed, but knowing that it wasn't true.
Post by
Morec0
Bloodhowl Scythe
Darkshore
As the half-orc neared the Scythe it began to glow, almost beckoning him to come to it.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Bob
Location: Darkshore, Bloodhowl Den
The half-orc tilted his head at the scythe. That was odd. He bsently reached forward and took hold of the scythe.
Post by
Morec0
Bloodhowl Scythe
Darkshore
Take me to Moonhowl
, there were no words, just an urge, almost forcing him to obay.
Before Bob could let go of the Scythe it forced its way into his mind, searching for the last place he'd seen her.
Shadowprey Village
...
In a flash of light, they were gone.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Bob
Location: Shadowprey
The half-orc threw up again, still not being particularly used to teleportation and his stomach still being quite upset.
Post by
Morec0
Moonhowl
Shadowprey
"Bob? Bob!" she saw him and threw herself into his arms, not seeing the Bloodhowl Scythe.
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