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Reckoning of a New Age | Open Roleplay
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Krutos
Krutos Stormwalker
?
When Krutos woke up, he had a feeling that something had to b done. This feeling was caused by a dream that was out of ordinary. He reached his mind to the Emerald Dream and called the wolf he had killed the night before.
- "Come you, great hunter of the mountains. Come you, fearsom beast of the harsh land. Come and hunt once more.", he called in his native language.
When Krutos could feel the spirit's presence, he started channeling a spell, that pulled the spirit from the Emerald Dream back to the Material Planes. The spirit ws surrounded by a blue glow and also it's eyes were glowing the same blue light.
- " I think I will call you Nakorna - The Hunter.", Krutos said to the spirit, who just stood there watching him.
After hours of trekking, they found a small lake. As Krutos kneeled down to drink, he saw his own reflection on the water and couldn't help starteling. In his forehead, a patch of his pelt had turned white and his eyes were glowing some bright light.
- "
Return to your master.
", said a voice in his head. "
You are ready...
"
(The Taur-ahe word Nakorna used here is my own variation of the taurens' native language.)
Post by
Behelich
Hascakkin
Strahnbrad
"Well, that was some fun, I think." - Hascakkin grinned, then showed the cultists the tome he found.
"If Nerubian wasn't my nati... I mean, second language, I would think this is a grimoire of untold secrets... Alas, it's just a compilation of latest anecdotes. Who wants some?"
Post by
Persen
Jessara Gaunt
Strahnbrad
Jessara seemed to be the only one taking notice to how Hascakkin slipped his tongue, because when she poked Leera she just frowned and turned to Hascakkin.
"No thank you. We're trying to discuss our next target here. Got any ideas?"
Post by
Behelich
Hascakkin
Strahnbrad
"Actually I do. I'll need a volunteer to fly with me to the Fenris Isle and scavenge it. From what I've heard, when Thule Ravenclaw fell, the adventurers just took his head and some wand and left, leaving many Scourge armaments behind. A shame..." - he shook his head, then smiled mischievously. - "Maybe you?" - he pointed at Jessara. - "Or you?" - proceeded to Leera.
Post by
Persen
Jessara Gaunt
Strahnbrad
"I'll go" said one of the other men and stepped forward. "They're much too valuable."
"Awww" the ladies jokingly let out in unison. The man just rolled his eyes and sighed.
Again, it was Arros who made the decision.
"Thule Ravenclaw was killed many years ago. I doubt there will be anything left of value, but go anyway. The rest of us will travel south and find a suitable cave. I don't want us spotted from the air..."
Post by
Behelich
Hascakkin
Strahnbrad
"Do not get sad, ladies, I'll return soon!" - laughed Hascakkin, then took out a glass pendant with a violet liquid inside it and gave it to Arros. - "This is my blood, keep it with you so that I will find you." - he turned to the volunteer. - "You might want to close your eyes..." - he hissed, then grabbed the cultist by his belt and soared up to the sky. - "Ladies and Gentlemen, Fel Airlines crew greets you on board and wishes you a good journey! Please, restraint from smoking during the whole flight. Emergency exits
are not included
. Off we go!"
Post by
Persen
Jessara Gaunt
Strahnbrad
The two females shook their heads, then turned their attention back to the other cultists. "This way then" Arros stated, and the party started moving. The small army of restless undead swarmed around, scouring every nook for potential enemies.
They entered the abandoned ruins of Alterac and continued south. A cavern entrance soon came into sight. The undead poured into the cave, and the five cultists followed.
"Dark in here, isn't it?" Leera said and laughed as one of the skeletons burst into flames, lighting the cavern up like a giant walking torch.
Post by
Behelich
Hascakkin
En route to Fenris Island
"So, what's your name, companion?" - asked Hascakkin, flying at deadly speed towards his direction. He wasn't sure the cultist was able to hear him, let alone answer, but he didn't care - in company of other sentient creatures he either chattered without ever stopping.. or slaughtered everything that moves and shoved everything that doesn't.
Post by
Persen
Cultist
En route to Fenris Island
"Bob!" the man shouted, frowning when he saw Hascakkin's reaction. "What?"
((A cultist named Bob. Oh, the irony.))
Post by
Behelich
((I don't get the irony))
Hascakkin
Fenris Island
"I'll call you Robert mcDamn, for the sake of dignity." - chuckled the demon. Finally, they got to the island, and Hascakkin just folded his wings and dropped to the ground.
Five feets before they want "Splat!" he unfolded the wings again, and landed with inhuman accuracy, carefully putting Bob on the ground. - "Did you like the flight, Robert?"
Post by
Persen
((They all have fancy names... and then there's a Bob))
Bob
Fenris Island
Bob simply muttered for an answer. He didn't mind flying, but being grabbed by a demon and
airlifted
could hardly be called flying.
"Let's get to business, eh?"
Post by
Behelich
Hascakkin
Fenris Island
"Very well." - replied Hascakkin, morphing back into his human form. They paced to the keep, and to keep himself entertained, the warlcok hummed under his nose. - "
I'm the fly in your soup, I'm the pebble in your shoe, I'm the pea beneath your bed, I'm a bump on every head, I'm the peel on which you slip, I'm a pin in every hip, I'm the thorn in your side, Makes you wriggle and writhe.
"
The gate was, fortunately sealed. Grinning widely, Hascakkin blasted it open. Inside were several Rot Hide gnolls who turned their heads to face the intruders and knelt the moment they felt dark auras of the newcomers.
"Tremble before Bob, high necromancer of the Scourge! Bow to your new master!" - yelled Hascakkin, then turned to his companion - "Sort them out while I'm pillaging."
Post by
Persen
Bob
Fenris Isle
Well, this is awkward...
Bob decided to simply wait until Hascakkin was done, since he had no idea of what to do.
Post by
Behelich
Hascakkin
Fenris Isle
Hascakkin lifted his gauntleted hand and started a communication with Arros.
"Big A, I've got some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that anything worth more than one gold piece was taken away. The good news is that there's plenty of alchemist stuff left, as well as a cellar full of reagents. The Rot Hides are still here, at least some of then, and after some hard work this place can be reinforced again to serve as our outpost. So I suggest setting up a portal between here and wherever you are. What do you think?"
Post by
Persen
Jessara Gaunt
Cavern, Alterac Mountains
The five remaining cultists were again discussing their next course of action, when the glass pendant began glowing vividly. Shortly thereafter, Hascakkin's voice could be heard, suggesting opening a portal to Fenris Isle.
"I've never visited the Isle, so I'd need to get my bearings first. Unless I can use the communicator as a beacon", Arros replied. "I'll give it a try. Hold still, please!"
He reached into his satchel and grabbed a portal rune. Holding it between his hands and rubbing it lightly, he began searching for the arcane streams connecting the pendant to Hascakkin's gauntlet. It took a few minutes, but then he began rubbing the rune harder. A faint glow appeared, growing stronger every second. A moment later he violently tore his hands apart, ripping open a portal. It took a second to stabilize, but eventually the blurred image of Hascakkin's grinning face sharpened. "Done!" the mage panted and took a step back.
Post by
Behelich
Hascakkin
Fenris Isle
Hascakkin bit himself in his right hand and with his own corrupted blood began drawing runes around the portal. Once done on the Isle, he stepped through it and repeated the process in the cavern.
"Splendid, now you can turn it on and off with that thing." - he pointed at the pendant, then looked around - "And now tell me, how much did you miss me and how boring it is without my company, I know you're thinking about it."
Post by
Persen
Jessara Gaunt
Cavern, Alterac Mountains
"Neat trick. And we actually took the opportunity to make some plans while you weren't continuously interrupting", Leera remarked. "But now it seems we're setting up at the Isle instead. Fair enough, creating a hold in Lordaeron is much more useful to the cause then slaughtering some farmers to get to their horses. I suggest we get going."
Arros nodded in approval, but then pointed out that they would be surrounded by Horde on all sides, and thus needed to avoid detection. "Leave the undead here for now", he decided, then stepped through the portal to Fenris Isle.
Post by
Behelich
Hascakkin
Fenris Isle
"Great, now I can finally get you acquainted with my friend. If you excuse me for a minute..." - he muttered, then started chanting in a horrible mixture of Eredun and Nerubian. Exactly a minute later a rift in Azeroth's fabric opened and through it stepped a ten-feet saronite-clad figure, holding a giant runed claymore.
"Ladies and gentleman, please welcome, all the way from the Twisting Nether specially for you - Zuril Gozin!"
Zuril growled, throwing his claymore up in the sky and catching it again.
"Zuril, I think these Rot Hides need some military training. Take care of it, but try not to dispatch them, will you?"
Post by
Persen
Jessara Gaunt
Fenris Isle
"Impressive", Arros said in a genuine tone. He then faced the other cultists. "See what we can find here, shall we?" he said and entered the main building. "Take a look around, then meet upstairs."
The group spread out to search the old keep and it's premises.
Post by
Joemaster240
((this is just an intro post for him so it's there. I'll figure out where to plop him in later))
Character:
Grimshaw "The Reaper" Deathscythe
Race: Forsaken/ Human (Former)
Class: Warlock/ Warmage (former)
Location: Undercity
Description: Grimshaw was one of the many that fell in Lordaeron during Arthas's rampage against his former kingdom. For many years from then he served under the lich king. He was freed along with many other forsaken when Sylvanas freed herself. Now he faithfully serves her as a warlock seeking to further a simple goal of his, to see all those who dare live, while he and his former people died.
Grimshaw walked quickly through the undercity. He had received orders to go and help assault the citadel known as Zeramas. "I shall leave none alive." He said a trace of what could be considered a smile on his face.
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