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The Destroyer has fallen; the power of the Aspects are gone, and the remnants of the Black flight has scattered in all directions. 6 months after the battle for Wyrmrest and the defeat of Deathwing, strange posters appeared across Azeroth.
Upon the posters was a simple message:
To those who had defeated the fallen aspect Deathwing, a new challenge is purposed: Find the lost Prince of the Blacks and his brethren. The Flight leaders wish to speak to him, and his return will rewards those who assist it.
We have chosen the Kirin Tor to speak for us, so any further questions should be sent towards them. Enjoy yourself heroes, and be forever safe.
These messages caused a stir, as many attempted to find out what the reward would be: Power, Riches or a Favor from the Flights? The rumours flew fast and thick.
But, as the furor built, the war between the Alliance and the Horde continued to build, neither side giving an inch, which would make some areas hard to investigate as they searched for the Black Prince.
Go now, and do as the Aspects ask, and discover where he resides and what his plans are.
Standard rules for the RPs.
Classes are the normal choices; as in whatever of the ones that exist in the Warcraft universe.
This is before the Mists lift, so no Pandaria at this point(but knowing the RP's, it could easily end up heading out there).
Talia is a woman in her 30's, with long brown hair and greenish blue eyes. She stands at 6 and a half feet, and is muscled and lithe. Currently serves the Kirin Tor and is attempting to locate her missing father.
Kiran is a young man who has been training in secret for the last few years. He is dark skinned with black hair and eyes. He doesn't look imposing, and wears simple armour and carries a long blade.
"Tell me again why I have to do this?" Talia asked, shaking her head at her mentor.
"Because, we asked you to." Modera answered, crossing her arms and looking at the other woman. "They requested a mage to work with him, and I choose you."
"Yes, because I just love to baby sit." Talia grumbled, not looking at the other person in the room. "It's because we're both half pointy eared isn't it?" She asked, looking at Modera again.
"No." The archmage said simply and chuckled. "Look, he's suppose to head out and join in on the search, and since you are still looking for your father, you can help him."
"Fine." Talia said in defeat, throwing up her arms as she looked at the young man with her full attention. "Magi Martin. And you?" She asked.
"Kiran." The man replied and bowed. "Good to know we can work together." He said, smiling slightly.
"Oh joy." She muttered and headed off, forcing Kiran to run to follow her.
"Well, that should work well." Modera laughed.
The purified sayaad was possibly one of the strangest creatures one could find in Azeroth. A grown woman, she wore a long white modest dress. Massive feathered white wings spread from her back, the tips darkening somewhat. Her feet were in fact hooves, also covered in white feathers. Above her eyes, but below the beginnings of her curly black hair, two small rounded horns poked out from her forehead.
"Where are we going?" Tandra asked, situated withing a relatively small cage on wheels. Two large worgs pulled the cart by chains, and three Orcs-members of the Burning Blade-walked alongside.
"We already told you." The leader grunted. "To fix you!"
"Why?" The sayaad asked.
"Because somehow you have been clensed of demonic taint. And you're no good to us that way."
"Because we are warlocks. And warlocks need demons." The Orc stated.
"Generally as a means of just a bit more protection."
"Because it is better to be safe than sorry."
"Because we are no good to the Legion dead." The man commented, slowly growing irritated.
: Alexxa Everwind
: Howling Fjord
A haggard figure sat in a tight ball with their back against a natural shelter in the uneven hills. Rain splattered just beyond the small cover they were using to shelter a weak fire. The flames barely gave off warmth, just enough to barely steady the shaking, slender hands of the person shivering before it.
There were posters in Dalaran and rumors in the south of a bounty placed on the head of a high elf battle-mage who had killed a fellow colleague for his magic. Alexxa Everwind had disappeared soon after committing the sickening dead, and the Kirin Tor wanted to find her before it happened again.
The Queldorei barely whispered prayers under her breath, more moving her trembling lips as she tried to stave off the growing headache. Her gold-plated silver robes were dirty and torn along the fabric from her flight. She currently wore the hood up, hiding her long ears and shadowing the dim glow of her blue eyes. Straggly blonde hair framed a gaunt face with sunken cheeks and unhealthy pale skin.
She shifted nervously, one hand reaching away from the fire towards her polearm, propped nearby for easy reach. Alexxa wrapped her fingers around the shaft, letting the feel of the weapon be her comfort.
: Tetira Shadowstrider
The crowds pushed and squirmed, everyone trying to get a glimpse at the message tacked to the Trade District's news board. Simply trying to get away, a lanky, green haired figure shoved everyone who got into her path away. The young woman was tall, dressed in a white shirt with a short leather jacket and bulky pants with too many pockets. One hand was gripping the hilt of a pistol shoved in one of the two holsters on her belt, lined with too many different engineering gadgets and possible explosives.
The masses of people seemed to
, pressing in on her mind and causing her sweat. Wild eyes, grey with a slight shine, darted back and forth to where shadows seemed to twist and rear. Whenever she focused on them, whatever she had seen was gone. She wasn't panicking, at least that's what she told herself.
Tetira Shadowstrider ran into a man in the middle of the road, and sharp-tongued response countered whatever the man had to say about it. She scowled over her shoulder, eventually finding her way to the entrance she was looking for. Throwing open the door, the girl found a chair in a corner of the tavern and slunk into the seat, letting out a shaking breath. She rubbed the heavy, black wristguards she was wearing and pushed a soot-stained lock of hair behind slightly pointed ears, before finally relaxing a smidgen.
The man came dragged in chains, with a black bag tight across his face. He was sweating heavily, with the stench of fear fresh in the air. The lynxes growled. "Who is this you bring to MY presence?" Came the voice of a well-spoken, yet haughty young Blood Elf.
"We think it the prince sir, the black prince you be wantin'." Said Grog'tar, the ogre hired by the Blood Elf noble who was appointed commander of his ruthless
. The Blood Elf snorted, before snatching the hood off the exhausted man's face, he panted heavily, savoring every moment of fresh air.
"SHUT UP." Yelled Grog'tar, taking out a large warmaul and brutalizing the prisoner's back with a ear deafening *
*! The lynxes growled, as if motivated by the sudden act of violence. "You not be talkin' to Master without noble concent. No one duz."
The prisoner coughed up blood on the grass at the Blood Elf's feet, the Blood Elf crinkled his nose in disgust. All around the group was obscured from sight by the tall, thin, Eversong trees with their golden leaves, glittering in the morning light. "Be honest - where did you find this wretch? For he is not the Black Prince you lumbering fool, the Black Prince is a
, you know, the big scaly things with the black wings?"
"Oh." Said Grog'tar suddenly sad, looking down. "Me berry sorry Master Huukwinnd."
The Blood Elf snarled in irritation, "Look Grog'tar! And all you other goons who I've most like wasted my father's fortune on! Look at him, HE is not the Black Prince. And if I see you meat-headed mercenaries go off and bring back another gnome, dwarf, or human, I'm going to give you all to the trolls as ritual sacrifices and hopefully they'd give back some Amani Headhunters, they're probably more competent then you fools!"
A silence fell upon the group, other than the quivering human on his knees. "Yes-yes, I am...not..the black prince! Can you... let me go...now!"
The Blood Elf looked to the human, whom he scorned for not
the Black Prince, the highly-sought dragon who the Blood Elf would seek for his favor with the Kirin-Tor. "Tearsnarl, Ripfang, dinner." Master Hawkwind, the young ambitious Blood Elf said to his twin pets, the Lynxes tamed by wandering Orc Beastmasters that had sold them for a ridicously high price. But Hawkwind didn't pay the price, he instead had his Ogre hooligans who fashioned themselves the
take them for him.
As the lynxes pounced on the human savagely, Hawkwind turned and walked towards his yellow-feathered hawkstrider. "I want you to do better than that, Grog'tar." Said Hawkwind, mounting his noble steed who's feathers looked like gilded bristles. "Come back when you find him. And when you do, it
be him. If it's not, I shall roast you for a week and hopefully my lynxes will be hungry then, I've seen them lick their chops at the sight of that big chunk of ogre fat." Hawkwind smirked, taking his leave with his Noble Guard of four mounted Silvermoon guards at his side. He would do anything to find this prince, whether it be through fratricide or going bankrupt. But his plan wasn't to simply
the Black Prince to the Kirin Tor, no, he had a far more better, thought-out plan.
And I shall have the entirety of the Dragonflights groveling at my command.
Hawkwind grinned at the thought.
Talia Martin, Kiran Hartford
Kiran cleared his throat as he followed Talia through the bazaar. "Um, Magus Martin, why are we not on the move?" He asked her, looking around with slightly wide eyes at all of the things that were being sold.
"Do you know where the Prince is? Did the Temple tell you?" She answered with a question, looking over at the other half-elf who shook his head, a look of confusion crossing his features. "So, you want us to just start walking somewhere in the world, without any idea of where to go right?"
Kiran flushed, and bit back an angry retort. "I was merely asking Magus Martin."
"Stop calling me that; call me Talia before I knock your head off." Talia said, paying a vendor and walking to the next. "Besides, we need to be smart; every bounty hunter, thug, criminal and ex-war hero is going to be looking for the Prince." She told him. "So, we need to be smarter then all of them, and start finding information."
Talia grinned as she picked a scroll out of a hiding place and gave it a quick once over. "Okay! Follow me!" She told Kiran and headed off down the street at a trot, the other half-elf running to keep up.
"I jus' be fis'in in da rain, mon.... fis'in in da rain..." The Troll sang, trying to keep himself positive as he held his fishing poll out towards the small lake before him. He had light blueish-green skin and long blond hair which was pulled back into a long braided ponytail.
Looking at him, one would never suspect that his mother had been killed by centaurs in a raid, or that his father had died as a member of the horde army years before that. He tried whistling as he grew tired of singing, watching the bobber in the waters that rippled with each and every single raindrop.
"I's jus' gonna be onna dose days, ain' i' mon?" He sighed.
"You know what I think?" Tandra questioned.
"You think?" One Orc asked, clearly suprised.
"Not really..." The Sayaad derped.
"Busy day..." the human cloaked in dark (not necessarily black) leathers thought as he watched over the crowds in the trade district, "What are they all looking at?" He wasn't new to the entire crowd in trade district ordeals, but he never seen them like this. Clambering down from his perch he became a bit more visible to by-passers. He wore dark leather armor with a belt that had satchels upon satchels attached to it as well as a sheathed one handed blade. On his back there was another one handed sword for use. Along his torso there was a grey bandolier of poison vials and darts making it easy to tell he was a rogue by trade. On his lower back there was a single dagger sheathed as well. Along with the sword on his back, he had his crossbow locked firmly in place.
As for build, he was average sized, only 5'7" and his weight fairly average at a 130 lbs. He was far from muscular though, but more agile which was easily seen through his fairly quick movements. On both hands he lacked in an index finger, lost during a battle with an orc in the Barrens. His eyes were brown and hair was short and black.
He began to shove past the crowds to look at the board with a nod, "I see..." he grumbled before moving away to one of the taverns. Looking around he stretched slightly before moving to the counter, placing a few silver as he grabbed a pint of stout, his eyes grazing over to the girl in the corner table, "You seem lonely over there, Lass." He said with a chuckle, his voice a rather deep tenor.
Tiziana 'Tiz' Calvin
The heat, noise, sweat and stench from the massive crowd was nearly unbearable. Tiziana struggled with the masses of people, trying to make her way through towards the board. Her scaled armor stuck constantly to clothes and bags and whatever else it contacted, and the frequent pushes from every direction made it difficult to move in the right direction, or even keep balance.
Unlike most others, however, she made some progress. The polished red and gold on her shining suit of mail ensured her authority over the commoners in the crowd, and a decent dose of sheer will kept her moving. Slowly. A tall figure with green hair shoved her to the side, moving past in the opposite direction. She had obviously already read the message.
'Just a little further', the paladin mumbled between her teeth. An enormously tall man stood in her way, blocked her sight. She only needed to get past him. Slowly but steadily she penetrated the wall of flesh, gaining ground with every second.
* * *
The wind had worked up to a refreshing breeze by the time Tiziana came out from the Church. She was now armed with an arming sword, beautiful but simple in design. On her back hung a kite shield, and in a chain by her hip she kept a helmet.
'Now now, where to start?'
Talia Martin, Kiran Hartford
The two were tucked away in a corner of the Ledgermain, Kiran nervously sipping at a drink that Talia had ordered for him. "So, what's on the scroll?" He asked, surprised that the wine(of elvish make) was actually fairly sweet tasting.
"Oh, just a little bit of this and that." She answered and smiled. "Sadly though, it's not about the Prince; this is about my father." She told him.
"Oh?" Kiran replied, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah; my father is Telnar Martin, a great man and mage. He went missing shortly before the battle for Wyrmrest Temple, and I've been attempting to find him ever since." Talia said, reading over the scroll. "I've had both mine and his contacts hunting for him, and people keep telling me they've seen him, but it's always a few weeks or month old information. But this...this has promise."
"But what about finding the Prince?" Kiran asked again, looking at her face.
Talia blew out an exasperated breath. "Look kid, I don't care about finding Wrath alright? It's just not important to me, and I just want to find my father."
"Then you never should have told Archmage Modera you'd work with me. I was sent by the Flight to find the Prince, and I mean to do that." Kiran said and started to stand up.
"Sit down." Talia said forcibly, looking over the young man. "So why do you serve the Wyrmrest so loyally?" She asked.
Kiran sat back down, and shook his head. "My parents died years ago, and I was raised by the mortal servants of the Flight after a dragon found me in the wreckage of my home." He replied, staring at his hands. "I'll do anything to repay that kindness. That is why I became a member of the Sworn; to live up to that." He told her.
Talia raised an eyebrow and went back to reading her scroll.
: Tetira Shadowstrider
Tetira slightly flinched at the words, one hand grabbing the other's wrist to keep it from moving too far from the table. She clenched her teeth, looking over her shoulder at the source of the voice and snapping, "What's it to
?" she demanded with a sharp glare.
: Alexxa Everwind
: Howling Fjord
The rain was slowly ending, going from a downpour to a slow drizzle. Alexxa leaned over and carefully smothered the fire, before kicking around the supplies to try and hide the meager campsite. However, she didn't spend much time on it, and grasped her polearm and used it for support as she continued on through the wilderness.
Talia Martin, Kiran Hartford
The two had sat in silence for a while, Kiran picking at some food he had ordered while Talia finished reading the scroll. When it was done, she sat back, staring at the ceiling.
"So...as I'm sure you hear this a lot, what with what you are called: Are you a dragon?" She asked him, and the half-elf gave her a dark look before chuckling.
"No, I'm as mortal as you are." He answered and looked her over again. "Human-Elf, same as me?" He asked and she nodded. "Did you have as much trouble as I did?"
"Mother's family disowned her, Father's family has an issue with magi. My aunt and uncle on my father's side are good people though; they love him a lot and see me as another of their kids." She answered with a smile.
"Lucky." Kiran said simply and stood up. "So, where to next?" He asked her.
"Grizzly Hills; two fold thing. 1. Father was there before he went missing investigating certain sightings. And 2. There have been rumours of Twilights in that area; seems to me thats a good place to find a Prince who vowed to destroy his father's work." She answered and stood up and stretched. "Hope you don't mind flying; we'll take gryphons to Amberpine and go from there."
Narun raised his hands defensively, "Woah, woah! Just tryin' to make conversation! Light! Alright, nevermind!" He went back to his drink, blinking, "What's her problem?" He thought.
: Tetira Shadowstrider
Tetira scowled, anxiously rubbing her hands together, and, when that didn't help stop the twitching, removed one of the pistols from her belt and a gnomish army knife and absently started messing with the firearm. After a few moments of working to calm her nerves, she called over a waitress and ordered a drink.
Tiziana 'Tiz' Calvin
Tiziana occupied a bench outside the Cathedral, sitting down to think and plan.
"If I were a dragon..." she began speaking quietly to herself. "Nono," she interrupted and shook her head, "I can't think like that. I'm no dragon. And besides, I'd just become a hermit and no one would
Now thinking instead of speaking out loud, she continued her train of thoughts. "And what point would there be in looking for someone that can't be found, heh. No, I need to find some clues first."
Now talking again, she decided that "Dalaran will be a good place to start."
The third lieutenant's answer came, if not as a shock, then at least as a real surprise. The ship to Valiance Keep would take three weeks to arrive in Northrend he had told her.
"Do you know of a faster way? Another ship, a boat?" she asked. "No boats surviving that journey, ma'am," the young lieutenant answered, "but you could always fly, ha ha."
Not amused by the thought of
all the way to Northrend (even if there had been animals capable of the feat) and since sea travel was obviously not an option, she adopted an authoritarian posture and a stern face. With a sharp voice she told the young man to "square your uniform, lieutenant!" before turning and heading towards the Mage Quarter. An amused smile covered her lips the moment she faced away, and now she paced quickly to find a mage willing to take her to Dalaran.
Faithbender Praey & Nuhm Voidcaller
Praey is a twenty something troll shadow priestess with long bright pink dreads, azure skin covered in rainbow ruinic tattoos and emerald eyes. She wears heavy makeup and sheer, thin clothes that hug and show off her curves. Her body and face are dotted with piercings, including a gold piece sized lip plate and five inch holes in her ears.
Nuhm is a blood elf warlock appearing to be in his mid thirties (human years). He has long black-blue hair, pale skin and glowing light green eyes. He wears low slung long kilts and comfortable tops. He has a small, well kept goatee and a single nose ring.
Praey sighed contentedly and took a sip of her drink, her eyes closed. Nuhm raised an elegant eyebrow at her. "Why are you so happy?" he questioned, smirking slightly.
"Drinks good," Praey grinned, opening her eyes and glancing around the tavern. "Views good too," she added, winking at him.
Nuhm rolled his eyes but his smile grew. "I'll be happy once we leave this damn city. I don't like snow, or the cold, and I don't like..." he trailed off, leaning in so only she could hear. "Mages. You know how they feel about
," he scowled.
"Oh relax, jah silly elf boy," Praey laughed, taking another sip of her drink. "Afta we done relaxin' fo' a bit, we can go on dat dragon quest dat everyone's been talkin' bout."
Nuhm nodded, taking a sip of his own wine and scanning the tavern with boredom in his eyes.
Llynarai is a blood elf hunter appearing to be in her mid thirties (human years). Her fiery hair is messy and hangs to her ribs, she has pale skin and glowing green eyes. Her shoulders, collarbone and back are covered in demonic runes that she covers. She wears comfortable and practical leathers. Her companion is a young wintersabre named Shiboo.
"Remind me why we came here again," Llynarai groaned, looking out into the seemingly never ending forest. Shiboo sniffed the air and looked at his mistress curiously. "I know," the huntress replied, sighing slightly. "At least were in one of the warmer areas of Northrend, I hate wearing winter gear. Its so bulky."
The huntress and companion continued on their way in silence, Llynarais cloak blowing slightly in the wind.
Ashiena is a troll hunter in her late twenties with a bright blue fauxhawk, light blue skin and red eyes. She wears tribal leathers and wraps that she can move freely in. She has several tribal tattoos based off her various pets done in black ink. Her current travelling companion is a large green devilsaur named Doof.
Doof whimpered - the noise throaty and mean - and lean down to headbutt Ashiena in the shoulder. "Oof, whatcha doin' Doof?" the huntress questioned, reaching up to scratch the devilsaurs chin. He looked at her with large yellow eyes and whimpered again.
"Ah know, yah dun like waitin'... it shouldn't be too long now.." Ashiena replied to him, staring at the empty clearing. "Dis is where I heard he comes, when he does. Why dontcha go huntin'? Pass da time? Ah can't go, Ahm waitin' for dis bear.."
Doof tilted his head and sniffed Ashiena's hair for a moment before bounding off into the woods.
Ashiena sat down crosslegged and sighed, staring at the empty clearing for the thousandth time.
Talia Martin, Kiran Hartford
Talia looked around the pub as she was prepared to leave and stopped for a moment, seeing a troll and an elf; the troll had to be one of the wildest looking she had seen but there was something familiar about the elf.
"Talia? What's wrong?" Kiran asked, looking around, wondering why the more experienced mage had stopped. He absently clenched and unclenched his hands, and shifted his weight slightly, settling himself better.
: Alexxa Everwind
: Howling Fjord
Alexxa shivered as a gust of frigid northern air blew against her, normally she would have had the strength and concentration to ignore it, but the zephyr chilled her wet figure to the bone. The Queldorei grimaced, her headache splitting into her skull every few seconds, a painful reminder that she needed magic and she needed it yesterday. An absent hand to her satchel revealed, once again, that she had already used up all of her spare crystals.
A few weak tears trickled down her cheeks, "Light curse it all," she muttered hoarsely as she finally stumbled out onto the barely carved path. Perhaps there would be someone along the route...
The man scurried through the brush, keep as quiet as he could. Peeking out every once in a great while, he watched the giant canines go about their usual business.
He already had one picked out, holding his gun tight as he waited, attempting to find the perfect angle so he might scatter the worgs in confusion.
In truth, he was close to the creatures he was hunting, although he had no idea of his more beastly side...
He eyes one of the giant worgs through his sights. "Hmmmm..." The hunter grinned.
"Yeesh... I try to make conversation, get snapped at." He thinks, downing another ale as he keeps his gaze on the woman, "I wonder what she's so worked up about..."
He sighed, looking to the left of him, talking to one of the other patrons, "So... you know what's up with the bulletin?" The patron shook his head. No matter what though, Narun's gaze continually met the woman's side. He was curious, but the fiery mood of the lass was deterring him from anything more.
"Damnit," He thought, "That lass keeps catchin' my eye... why is that."
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