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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Nakresh
Location: Razor Hill
Nakresh sighed in frustration. "This again? Look, I don't want to hurt you. I really don't. Enough people have already been hurt by what has already happened. But I need information. If you will not tell me willingly, I will be forced take it. I'm sorry..." He answered, nodding to his guards. One of them restrained the elf, holding her in place and pressing down on her wrist, spreading her hand down on the table. The other guard took a heavy looking metal hammer down, still streaked with dried blood from previous use.
"Now, I think you understand where this is going," Nakresh is nodded. "Will you tell me why Jonathan Bolvan was assassinated?"
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Nakresh
Location: Razor Hill
"I know that you are merely a pawn here, and I'm willing to let you off. I have a much bigger target in mind, and you don't have to be hurt, but I will get the information one way or another. Will you give it to me now, or after your hand is rendered useless?"
The elf continued to cringe and struggle, crying in fear of the coming pain.
"Tell me!" Nakresh demanded, raising his voice slightly to get her attention.
The elf paused, seemingly weighing her options, before shaking her head weakly.
"Very well..." Nakresh sighed nodding to the guard.
"Wait! Don't! Please..." The elf cried before the large orc brought the hammer down upon her hand with shocking force.
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236602
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Nakresh
Location: Razor Hill
Nakresh beckoned the guards back to the door and stood, standing over the elf with his hands behind his back.
"For what it's worth, I am sorry that it had to be that way," He nodded sadly. "But I don't play games. Catch you breath and tell me when you're ready to talk," He finished, sitting back in his chair.
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236602
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Post by
Skreeran
((Doh! >.< Did that on accident... :P Although I suppose Nakresh's location is with his body... >.>))
Character: Nakresh
Location: Razor Hill
Nakresh nodded, smiling. "Good, good..." He answered, stroking his beard in thought. "So King Varian is willing to kill his own people to fuel this war? Unsettling to say the least..." He paused, beckoning to one of the guards. "Get her
something for the pain
, quickly. I don't want to reinforce the belief that we are savages," He whispered to the orc. The guard quickly returned with an earthen cup of juice-like liquid.
"Here, drink this..." Nakresh said, helping the elf up and bringing the cup to her lips since she couldn't on her own. "It will help with the pain."
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Nakresh
Location: Razor Hill
"You'll be returned to the Alliance," Nakresh nodded. "Provided they ever agree to meet with us peacfully again," He paused. "Otherwise, you'll have to wait until a break in the war, in which case you'll probably be turned over to a neutral faction like Dalaran or the Cenarion Circle, to be released back in Alliance custody from there," He finished. "But don't worry to much about your time here. Our prisoners are treated well, and you will be provided with a shaman to ensure that your hands heal properly."
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Post by
Skreeran
((Uh, okay... :P I'll go ahead and let you out... After all, it's be pretty boring for you to just be a prisoner, despite being more realistic. <.<))
Character: Nakresh
Location: Razor Hill
Nakresh sighed, watching the elf disappear in the distance. The guards started off after her, but her beckoned them back.
"Let her go. If she starves to death in the wilderness, it is on her head, not ours, and she cannot even wield a weapon as it stands," Nakresh ordered. "We don't have the time or resources to chase after a prisoner that will only drain our resources further. Take the other prisoner back to the group. Take the blindfold off, but keep the shackles. I don't want any more of the group to run off. Losing one prisoner is one thing, but I don't want to lose any more," He finished, returning to his quarters to report the escape.
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Post by
Adamsm
Character:
Telnar Martin
Location:
Allliance Base Camp
It can't be... is that... Bolvan?
Martin thought, staring in pure shock out of the shield, seeing the human commander, alive and well, despite what his scrying on the arrows had told him mere hours ago.
"That traitor is still alive!" He heard someone hiss, and looked carefully over his shoulder, seeing a familiar form behind him. "And what do you mean by that King Wyrnn?" Martin asked coldly, turning to look at the royal.
"I meant.... it was nothing Magus, ignore me." The king sputtered, taking a few steps back. "No, that wasn't nothing your Highness. In fact, that was very much something." The magus replied with a sick smile, and he struck, creating magical chains around the king, who cried out in rage.
"Citzens of Stormwind! The demon-mage is attacking me, help your king!" He roared, and Martin saw the king's bodyguard knights charging towards him, their weapons out. "Stop!" A voice commanded, cutting across the base, and the humans faltered as the Vindicator approached, several of the Hand of Argus with him.
"What is going on here Magus, why are you attacking the king?" He asked, his greathammer out, but not pointing at Martin. "Vindicator Raashad, King Varian has done a deed of great evil; he sent a High Elf archer, the one he promoted recently, after Bolvan when the commander left the camp. My Night Elf's found evidence of the attack and returned to me with bloodied arrows from the scene. I was able to scry on the arrows, and they revealed all." The Magus told him, and the Vindicator's eyes narrowed.
"I see...... " He turned to his men and gave them order's to quickly find the Commander's and whoever of the royal's were still here in the camp. "I think we need to discuss this... even with whatever is out there holding the war at bay." He said, looking past the shield.
Post by
BuryYourDead
High Commander Wolfas Blackbane
Alliance Base Camp
Wolfas made his way back into the shield, as he saw commotion. He ran over to see what was going on.
"Whats the meaning of this?" he asked, waiting for an answer.
"Theyre trying to kill me!" Varian replied. "Quick! get your worgen and help"
"Grand Mage.....please....the truth?" Wolfas asked, not buying his story.
"King Wrynn was the man who got Bolvan assisnated!" the mage replied.
"Do not listen to him! He lies!" Varian cried out.
"I see...." Wolfas said drawing his weapons, looking at the Mage. He began to walk over, his longswords in each hand. "You have me on your side mage" Wolfas said, as he stood behind the mage, glaring at Varian and his royal knights. The other worgen quickly formed behind Martin and Wolfas.
Post by
R1TeR
Warlord Wrex
Razor Hill
Wrex had not said much the past couple days as more troops arrrived at Razor Hill.Some familar faces like Grakurg one who he had not seen since his training.
"Sir whats wrong" Arm asked
"Nothing just thinking about this war and what not and if im the right man to lead my men into battle"
((ooc wont be on so much got to put in OT at work))
Post by
Skreeran
((You know Ogrefist is me, right?))
Post by
atkrei
(first horde rp character in these forums)
Imai is a tauren shaman who came from orgrimmar and saw many people at razorhill,she was wondering why theres so many people gathered there.
(rlly, whys everyone in razorhill?)
Post by
Dralas
Character: Jonathan Bolvan
Location: Durotar
- Jonathan could see commotion near the base of the Alliance camp. The Light was still easily keeping the two forces at bay, so he decided he would intervene in whatever conflicts were still taking place. When he took a step foward, he realized there was a trail of Light leading over the battle and towards the Alliance camp, which had forged a hole through the shield easily.
Jonathan ran foward, bearing a shield that had the symbol of a cross on it, representing neither the Alliance nor the Horde. After a minute of sprinting, he saw that the was an outbreak, with King Varian being chained and surrounded.
"Stop this! End this right now!" Jonathan shouted. Light suddenly smited the chains loose, freeing Varian. He knew he did not control the Light, but he still felt it was odd how it came to his call on any task so far.
Post by
Adamsm
Character:
Telnar Martin
Location:
Alliance Base Camp
"Bolvan, what are you doing? He set you up to die?" Martin asked, watching as Varian limped over to his men, the Worgen and Night Elf troops still near him. The Draenei were working to keep them both apart, and Martin wasn't trying to chase after the King.
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