The Alliance

[Cenkrill]

Just one slight complaint, I didn't blink away... Firstly I can't even use the spell blink. And secondly I was stabbed and I fell to the ground...

[Fenikkusu]

Just one slight complaint, I didn't blink away... Firstly I can't even use the spell blink. And secondly I was stabbed and I fell to the ground...

we dont want you to die though, i mean, you the only bad guy!

[Doublehex]

My email is cut off by the shield.

Also, I whant to know which site you guys like: mine( www.geocities.com) or Blackmoore's(www.http://www.freewebs.com/thealliancerp/)

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

Just one slight complaint, I didn't blink away... Firstly I can't even use the spell blink. And secondly I was stabbed and I fell to the ground...

Doublehex posted;
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*As I allowed him to fall to the ground, I saw a light in the form of an odd symbol radiate from his forehead, and then vanish*
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Well im guessing that it was sum kind of teleporting spell...

[Gastone]

OOC: Has anyone noticed that Gastone, the guy who plays as Constanine de Valette, hasn't posted for ages? Or is it just me?

Well,sorry for not posting all this time,but like Cenkrill i wasnt able to enter WoW for some days now;not to mention that my connection crashed and i had to try to get into WoW from net cafes;anyway,i will be posting shortly,maybe when the reinforcements will arrive,since it seems all the action is done with the Cenkrill vs Garsthnar duel.

[Sin'Drowlithicus]

Umm... So far, I like Doublehex's first, since it's more along. But Blackmoore's "The Alliance" Banner is cool too. Leaning for Doublehex's....

(Don't be making me decide! :scratch: )

[Doublehex]

The thing galbryn really liked about Blackmoore is the latest post feature. So what I was thinking, was me and Blackmoore chould combine our sites.

[Cenkrill]

Look, I'm kinda getting bored with the fact that I pop-up, attack, teleport away. Sure, I'm the only bad guy but must I mysteriously pull off blink spell when I'm unconcious...

Just take me captive or something... after all I am one of Sylvanas' generals or what-not.

[Sin'Drowlithicus]

... Good Idea... why didn't we think of that? No wonder we lost against the Scourge in the game... :rant:

[Blackmoore]

When Stress test starts, I'll most likely be out for a week(duration of test). So, if there are posts considering me, just write me out with a broken leg or something.

[Doublehex]

I'll be playing the stress test too, altough my two brothers will be hogging it too.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

Well... if 2 of our most important posters aren't posting... well i guess we just put this on hold until stress test is over...

[Cenkrill]

Strees Test hasn't started yet though, so continue to post for now.

[Blackmoore]

Yeah, I'll post short bits that'll still have meaning.

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

Class: Undead Paladin (more of a warrior than a paladin-being undead kinds cuts you off almost completely from the Light).

Physical Appearance: Garshtnar looks a lot like what he looked like when he was living, besides the rotten skin and flies. He has white hair, muscular for a undead, and wears leather armor.

Equipment: A blade that have holy runes enscribes upon them.

History: In life Garshtnar was Malphrin Malastraun, a Paladin squire. However, he was killed in battle by Arthas. However, instead of becoming a zombie, he became a forsaken. On top of that, he wasn't forced to follow the lich king's will. He now seeks a cure for him self, if possible.


As I was speaking with Blackmoore, a soilder came up to him.

"Sir! The undead are making another attack at the wall! They're using siege towers as well as ladders!"

Blackmoore turned to me: "Garshtnar, can you handle the siege towrs?"

"Concider it done!"

[Doublehex]

Hey guys, I've been concidering of moving the rp to a freeware forum site that at least dosent have server problems like this site does. and the possibility of another forum wipe even more whants me to go with the idea. but what do you guys think? do you whant to stick with rpgforums or something else?

[Sin'Drowlithicus]

Whatever's best for the Alliance. I'll go anywhere with the rpg, so I won't really care where you want it.

[Fenikkusu]

Whatever's best for the Alliance. I'll go anywhere with the rpg, so I won't really care where you want it.

^what he said^

[The Flamestrike]

I'm baaaaaaccccckkkk! :clap:

Hmm, I'd rather that the Alliance stayed on Rpgforums.net. The Alliance threads have always been set here, and I'm used to them being here, ever since the very first 'Alliance, Rise Up!' thread, and it's sequel, and now this new one. But at the end of the day, it's up to you, DH.

BTW, it seems that we only have one actual bad guy (Cenkrill) in the whole thread at the moment. I don't know about you guys, but I think we need to address this somehow.

[Cenkrill]

Lets start by not making me run away every battle...

[The Flamestrike]

Lets start by not making me run away every battle...

Yeah, that does seem to happen...every time you fight us.

[Doublehex]

Theres nothing we can do about the major bad guy thing: we can't tell people that you have to be a bad guy, altough thta would be nice. The only alternative I see is a major npc being a bad guy.

[TheCrawlingChaos]

Hey guys.
Thats me, yeah, I havent vanished into the void yet.
I have 1 concern right know: When Trick went to Booty Bay, I already posted my first day there. However I dont know how long the trip to Booty Bay is, so I dont know if Trick is on the Future or present, right know.
What I do know is that Im pretty much out of the game until you guys get in the same time as Trick.
I would really appreciate it if you guys could speed your rp. I mean, spend three days waiting reinforcements or something, so that Trick would be in the present again and I could come back to the Roleplay.

[KnightOfNnee]

Name: Davorn Trythad
Age: 27
Race: Human
Class: Paladin/Soldier

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Sorry for the delay, back to school stuff and all.

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Inhale. Kill. Exhale.
I dance with death and it danced back. Sometimes I enjoyed killing the Forsaken, today, I do not. I looked into the eyes of my enemies and saw only emptiness. No soul, no emotion-Nothing. I looked into my own soul and saw the same. The emptiness I had sought to fill with the corpses of the twice dead; the same emptiness that had haunted me in my sleep for seven years had caught up with me now.
Inhale. Kill. Exhale.
I felt nothing. Can it be that I was Forsaken? Or is it worse? Was my flesh alive while my soul was dead?
Inhale. Kill. Exhale.
My life…is meaningless. I have saved hundreds of people I never knew. But I could not save the people who mattered most to me.
Inhale. Kill. Exhale.
I could not even save myself.
Inhale. Kill. Exhale.
Inhale. Kill. Exhale.

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Sorry for the short post, but my character’s part in this battle wouldn’t be as epic as anyone else’s. I think that Davorn would charge off the spot that needed the most defending and stay there till somewhere else needed him more. He probably knew of the duel only in passing. Anyways, I won’t be here this weekend. So either leave me out, or just write my character into your posts and carry him along. About our distinct lack of bad guys, When I get back I might create an evil guy. If I can think of something and no one minds.
By the way, this post is pretty different than any of my others. Tell me what you think.

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Night Elf
Class: Swordsman
Skills: Great Reflexes (dodges more than parries) Tracking
Equipment: Two scimitar blades with Demon Hunter carvings in both to aid in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir with druid carvings that gives the strength of the Earth to it's wielder; standard leather armor.

As Morte dove at me I dashed forward for the closest tree to counter his attack. By the time Morte landed I had ricocheted myself off a tree and was now flying towards Morte with Zeir growing bright. Morte was ready for my counter-attack and seemed to bounce off the dirt. We were flying in the same direction, 5 feet of distance between us. I forcefully stopped myself flying through the air by grabbing onto a tree. Morte floated down onto the ground and we were now facing eachother with a good 20 feet between us.

"Ready, Morte?"

"Ready."

As soon as the undead Night Elf said that we both split towards the trees, I went to my right while Morte went to my left. We were now just leaping around the forest, tree to tree, with grace that can be unmatched by others. I lost track of Morte and I suspected him of doing the same. As I turned a corner, Morte and I rammed straight into eachother. Our blades were thrown off into a distance, covered by bushes. As soon as I relized what happened I tried kicking Morte, who was laying infront of me. He took a good smack right in the chin but it didn't seem to phase him. Morte then kicked my gut extremely hard, causing me to bend at the point of impact. Morte jumped towards the nearest bush he saw that had one of our blades fly into. When he found a sword, he seemed pleased when we took out Zeir.

"Well, well, well. A mighty druid blade. I could easily learn every druid spell with this."

Morte spiked Zeir into the ground. I thought that he had learned how to use the shockwave but to my surprise I was entangled by tree roots.

"Surprised? Why? Did you not know how to use the true power in this sword!? Hahaha! You weakling! You hold all that skill but not a single bit of magic could be found. You should be made into a footman!"

I was still struggling in the roots while Morte was talking. But the roots did start to loosen up.

"There are so many things I could do with this, such as this!"

I saw Morte raise the sword in the air. I found out that he had cast a rejuvination spell on himself. I was still struggling in the roots, but I my arm now be able to move.

"Maybe I should try something else. Maybe a wrath spell!"

He pointed Zeir towards me, quickly gathering power. I had no room for a mistake.

"Wrath!"

As Morte attacked, I grabbed my scimitar with my off-hand. Cut myself out of the roots, and ricocheted Morte's attack right back at him with my blade. He was caught completely offguard and was hit directly in the face. I had to take the chance to try to get Zeir back but the wrath spell didn't effect Morte much other than forcing him off his feet. Morte swung Zeir out of my reach then tried attacking me. I parried his attack with my off-hand scimitar and whipped out my main-hand scimitar and struck. Morte was now on the defensive but soon this turned into a stalemate. I noticed that Morte was in deep concentration and was going to start an attack soon. I had to do something.

I dashed backwards into the trees and begun searching for Morte's blade hoping it would help. A moment later I found Morte's sword and quickly picked it up.

"Huh, what the...argh!"

"Hah! Fool! You can't use my sword against me! It is far too powerful!"

The sword was burning my skin, I felt immense power, power I couldn't control. Morte had no idea where I was, but he knew that I had tried taking his sword. My skin still burned, but suddenly, the pain ceased. I took the sword again and this time no pain.

"With you in such great pain now, you should be easily killed. And for cutting off my hand I will make your death slow. How do you feel about having all your limbs cut off, piece by piece."

I smirked, "I wouldn't be pleased with that!"

"Huh!? What in th...!"

I found out that this sword did have great power and that the power was now flowing through me. I quickly found out that I could send shadow bolts with ease. Morte found that out too as he received a bolt in the chest.

"How!? How is this possible!"

"Well, from the looks of this. This sword lets me use warlock spells. And my sword allows you to use druid spells."

"I have good reason for being able to use this druid magic!"

"You were a druid in your previous life?"

"Yes, you knew?"

"Of course I knew. You were one of the many druids I asked to help me learn magic. You were nice enough to oblige. Obviously, I didn't learn a lot from you."

"But why now? Why are you now able to use magic!"

"Don't know, maybe the power of this sword touched something. Maybe because I've been taking it easy lately. Unknown reasons."

"This is insane! This can't be happening!"

Morte stabbed the closest tree to him, creating a treant. He made 3 more and sent them after me.

"Summons huh? Maybe I can get something to help me out."

"Do it then!"

I tried to summon an imp, but I didn't understand how.

"So, you going to summon something?"

"Well, uhh...I could just kill those treants the old fashion way!"

I did that pretty easily but I still wondered why I couldn't summon anything. I then tried using the shadow bolt again but still was unable to.

"Hah! You've already forgotten how to use the magic!"

Morte used Zeir again to entangle me in roots. But I used Morte's sword to cut myself out quickly. But Morte only wanted to stall. Morte jumped off into the trees, leaving me in an open area. I thought that if I didn't move at all, I'd be able to sense Morte. I calmed down and focused. Even though I was completely in focus I did not feel a thing. I stood there for a moment, but in time I felt that Morte was right above me. I stabbed Morte's sword in the ground and a couple seconds later Morte attacked with Zeir perpendicular to the ground. I hopped back then bounced off the dirt floor and dashed forward. I timed this movement so well that I was able to grab Morte's sword and Zeir at the same time. Morte crashed on the ground.

"How you sensed me, I don't know. How you moved so perfectly, I don't know. How you do anything, I don't know."

"So, you're surprised that you were actually beaten?"

"No, I knew you would kill me. I knew that you would win. I just didn't know how you would do it or how you could do it. You can't even use magic yet your able to beat me easily."

"I don't even know how I do the things I do, but as long as I am still alive, I am fine."

"I wish I knew how you worked."

"I wish I knew that too..."

"Will you be killing me now?"

"...Yes."

I did not think. I just acted. I instantly use the 2 swords I weilded together. Creating a shadow bolt that was being fiercly forced with my shockwave. The power together threw Morte to a tree 15 feet behind him. I saw that the force of both the shadow bolt and the shockwave was taking its toll. I dashed after Morte and stabbed him with as much force as I could. Morte's own sword was forced through his unbeating heart. Zeir was spiked into his midsection.

"Are you dead again?"

Motionless. Peace at death again. Now he was saved from the pain of living again. Maybe this time he will be able to rest without being disturbed. I took the two swords and started walking back to Stormwind. I hope that the humans were able to hold off the undead while I was gone, because now I have seen new power in myself. I still don't understand it.
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OOC: Think thats all I'll have Rolen do for the raid. You guys can start using him to do whatever.

[Fenikkusu]

hey, when you guys use Rolen to do something, make sure all he does is fight melee or use his shockwave. Dont want him using spells he actually doesn't know.

[Doublehex]

Two things guys: one-whoever didnt send me an email with your character's name and bio please do that. A pic is optional. And two-can I get a recount on who whants to move to a new forum, because I started one.

[Sin'Drowlithicus]

Name: Darin Thaz Fuller/Captain Fuller
Race: Human
Age: 22
Class: Dark Paladin
Equipment: Black Plate Mail, Gauntlets, Boots, Plate Belt, Scabbard, a serrated Dark Greatsword (two-handed sword), a fine Dagger made for throwing.

Darin made his way over to Cenkrill's body, and dismounted Shadow. bending over, he checked to see if Cekrill was still alive, bthen remembered he's an undead. Sighing, Darin turned to face his Spirit Warriors.

"Form a defensive barrier around us, and cut down anyone who attempts to pass you!"

Springing into action, the Spirit Warriors flawflessly, beautifully, created an line of floating skeletons, blades ready to slash and carve. While this happened, Darin spoke again, this time to Cenkrill.

"Your job is not yet over."

With that, Darin picked up the undead's body and threw Cenkrill over his shoulder. Mounting Shadow once again, Darin summoned another wave of Spirit Warriors to supplement his current batch, and ordered them to hold off anyone who gave chase after the Dark Paladin. Darin rode his black steed toward the gate, stabbing a footman on the way and yelling "Give Lt. Gen. Blackmoore my best!"

A little while, Darin was still riding Shadow, as fast as possible, and toward a Forsaken Base, which let the Dark Paladin pass unharmed. Whis showed two thing; they were smart enough to see Cenkrill, and second, they saw this particular Paladin before...

Meanwhile, the Spirit Warriors were still fighting off pursurers, and by now, they had joined the rest of the Forsaken in the seige...

[TheCrawlingChaos]

Two things guys: one-whoever didnt send me an email with your character's name and bio please do that. A pic is optional.
I cant send you an e-mail, it says you dont have the option turned on to allow me to send you. to which address should I send?

[Cenkrill]

Note--- Just a really short one, I am in the stress test so I'm kinda busy obssessing over WoW :)

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Name: Cenkrill
Race: Forsaken
Age: 25
Class: Priest
Equipment: Broadsword, metal greaves and gauntlets, black hooded robe.
Description: Being buried for only a short time, Cenkrill has risen from the dead with only mild signs of decay affecting his hands and feet. He has blonde hair that just reaches past his jaw line and his eyes have golden irises. He is tall with a fairly masculine build and his face is hidden by his hood at all possible times. From a distance he looks human but up close you can see that his skin is pale.
History: Before his untimely death Cenkrill was a priest in a Lordaeron church studying the arts of magic, but soon his attention was drawn to those of a darker origin. He became obsessed with learning the dark spells and finding out their origin, and soon he became consumed by them. At this time the Scourge were everywhere and any act of dark magic lead to a quick execution. The Paladins killed Cenkrill on the same day Arthus ‘succeeded’ his father and lead Lordaeron to its doom. Soon after the Dark Lady Sylvanas claimed Lordearon for her own and Cenkrill was resurrected along with others to bolster her Forsaken ranks. Now he obeys her orders until he finds something else more worthy of his attention.
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The world around me came back into focus as eye opened my eyes. A Forsaken stood over me with a human at his side, one that was familiar from the battle before.
I sat up, looking over at the human, 'It seems I have allies in unlikely places. Now, who are you?' With that I waited for a reply.

[Doublehex]

Two things: one is my email is doublehex@hotmail.com The second thing is I finished the forum: here (http://s7.invisionfree.com/Roleplay_Boards/)

[Gastone]

It is nice;but even if it wasnt,i say move there,because personally,i again had troubles loging in worldofwar.net for 2 darn days.I say go for the move :thumbsup:

[Sin'Drowlithicus]

Name: Darin Thaz Fuller/Captain Fuller
Race: Human
Age: 22
Class: Dark Paladin
Equipment: Black Plate Mail, Gauntlets, Boots, Plate Belt, Scabbard, a serrated Dark Greatsword (two-handed sword), a fine Dagger made for throwing.

"I am Darin Fuller, former Captain under Blackmoore's command. I was watching the fight between you and that undead rogue. Let's just say, I feel incentive to serve men who are far more ambitious, or serve a greater power. I sensed something in you, and felt compelled to save your butt and bring you to this base."

Shrugging softly, Darin continued "As you may have seen, I am a Dark Paladin, and as such, I am able to summon fearless servants in the form of Spirit Warriors. I can even summon minor servants such as Skeletons and Zombies but they tend to fall to pieces. Aside from that, my skills in using Negative Energy is very good, and my swordmanship is far beyond the standards of norm. I would make an able follower under you, me, my steed, and my servants are your to command if you so desire it."

[Cenkrill]

Name: Cenkrill
Race: Forsaken
Age: 25
Class: Priest
Equipment: Broadsword, metal greaves and gauntlets, black hooded robe.
Description: Being buried for only a short time, Cenkrill has risen from the dead with only mild signs of decay affecting his hands and feet. He has blonde hair that just reaches past his jaw line and his eyes have golden irises. He is tall with a fairly masculine build and his face is hidden by his hood at all possible times. From a distance he looks human but up close you can see that his skin is pale.
History: Before his untimely death Cenkrill was a priest in a Lordaeron church studying the arts of magic, but soon his attention was drawn to those of a darker origin. He became obsessed with learning the dark spells and finding out their origin, and soon he became consumed by them. At this time the Scourge were everywhere and any act of dark magic lead to a quick execution. The Paladins killed Cenkrill on the same day Arthus ‘succeeded’ his father and lead Lordaeron to its doom. Soon after the Dark Lady Sylvanas claimed Lordearon for her own and Cenkrill was resurrected along with others to bolster her Forsaken ranks. Now he obeys her orders until he finds something else more worthy of his attention.
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The room was quiet as I contemplated what the human just said. ‘So, you do know about the Kajjdorr then, and the power it holds?’

‘Yes, I know all about the crystal.’

‘Then I propose that we find it, together. I cannot crush the humans who seek it alone.’

‘You seem swift to trust, Cenkrill. Especially for an undead.’

I looked at him and into his eyes, ‘I don’t trust you, nor will I ever trust you. For in death there is no trust, that was yet another thing we left behind.’

The dark paladin let slip a curl of the lip, ‘Well then, lets get to it.’

‘As soon as I recover my steed.’ I walked out of the room and down a short corridor until I was in the night air.

I reached into one of my satchels and pulled out a small animals skull. I spoke over my shoulder to the human behind me, ‘This will summon my mount.’ With that I waved my hand over the skull causing it to glow. ‘It will be here soon.’

As soon as I finished my sentence a shrill scream could be heard, that which fills the nightmares of the living. And with a gust of wind, my steed came galloping through the base towards us.

I mounted and turned my mount around, ‘We must not linger.’

[Cenkrill]

Sent you my characters bio DoubleHex :)

[DragonDunkinDonny]

Name: Darin Fuller
Race: Human
Age: 22
Class: Dark Paladin
Equipment: Black Plate Mail, Gauntlets, Boots, Plate Belt, Scabbard, a razor sharp Vorpal Blade.

"Very well."

Darin then got back on his dark steed, Shadow, and moved closer to Cenkrill.

"I am ready to move anytime, its your order."

[Blackmoon]

-- OFF TOPIC --

Hello again. Just thought to drop by to inform I'm still alive :). I returned back to Horizons recently and got readdicted and you know how that goes, I assume :cheesy:

Anyway, I will be posting something IC either later today or tomorrow, Oh, and Doublehex: I'm sending the bio to you in few mins. Hope it's good enough :)

And as for the forum-change: I'm fine either way.

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow

"Victory! We have victory!" I cried, as I slew the last Forsaken warrior on the walls. All around me, the Humans were driving the Undead off of the battlements, and pushing down their ladders. The walls had so far held against the attack, and the Forsaken army drew back to their trenches, screaming angrily.

I stopped laughing as I saw that below the tower, that 'Dark Paladin' Darin was doing something behind a group of spirit warriors. I didn't trust him at all. I didn't trust anyone that had links to the darkness. I jumped down, to see Darin grab-no, it couldn't be, it was Cenkrill's body. He took off on his dark steed, into the horizon. A couple of footmen chased him, but he created many spirit warriors that slew everyone that followed them. The ******* had betrayed us! I looked for Blackmoore, but he had been wounded by a Forsaken blade during the battle, and a footman was helping him to the sickbay. I had to follow them myself.

I leapt down from the fortifications, to see that the soldiers' bodies lying there. I followed Darin and his corp of spirit warriors to their stronghold. It was a Forsaken citadel, which must have been built very recently, as the Forsaken had only just begun their attacks.

Darin and Cenkrill rode through the gates into the base. I crept up towards the doors, as soon as they had gone through. To my surprise, there were no guards. I ran quietly across the wooden drawbridge bridge, and into the dark fortress. An ear splitting scream sounded as soon as I went through the doors and into the main hall. To my horror, I heard hundreds and hundreds of feet pounding down the corridors. A deep voice shouted:

"Find the intruder, and kill him!"

Great, now you've down it... I thought as I sprang into a small side passage. I looked out from the shadows of the passage to see a legion of Ghouls scrambling into the cavern. A Necromancer strode up angrily.

"Fools! You let him slip away! Find HIM!" he creamed, as he sent a blast of green fire, killing one of the Ghouls.

I quickly ran down the corridor. I had to find Cenkrill and Darin. But soon, I was hopelessly lost in the confusing tunnels of the castle. I was loosing valuable time. And all this time, the Ghouls were searching for me.

Presently, I saw an acolyte passing by. I reached out and yanked him into a small cave hidden in the stone wall. His bloodshot eyes were wide with fear.

"Please-please don't ki..kill me...I'll serve you..." he whimpered.

"So first you joined the Undead and betrayed the Humans, then you tell me you'll betray the Undead and serve me. Pathetic coward. Now show me where your masters Cenkrill and Darin have gone." I demanded.

With a frightned nodd he led me through the tunnels, past many chambers, towards the room Cenkrill and Darin were in. As I approached the room, I noticed him fleeing away towards a nearby band of Ghouls, to alert them to my presence in their outpost.

"So you betrayed me after all," I said, as I loosed an arrow straight into the man's back. He fell, dead, to the cold floor.

With that, I listened through the keyhole to Cenkrill and Darin's conversation...

[Doublehex]

I am pretty much almost certain that we will do the forum move. I just need Blackmoore's opinion on it.

[The Flamestrike]

I am pretty much almost certain that we will do the forum move. I just need Blackmoore's opinion on it.

IMO, I'd still prefer it if 'The Alliance' stayed on RPGFourms.net. This is where the story has always been set, and so it's kind of traditional here.

But still, I guess it's okay on any board.

[The Flamestrike]

Sorry to double post, but my editing time was up.

I've seen that on DH's website, the people who have sent in pics with their characters seem to have found them on other websites. Are we allowed to do this? I've got Terald's bio ready, but I need to know if we can use pics from other sites.

[Blackmoore]

I guess you're free to do as you wish, but I'd really prefer that it stay here on Rpgforums.net as we have alot of viewers.

[Doublehex]

It's okay in my book, because it's not like we're selling anything. And Blackmoore you give a very good point. However, we can probably find ways to get some recruiters. Maybe when we whnat more people, we post a topic here. So, I've decided that we will make the move. Remember, the site is s7.invisionfree.com/Roleplay_Boards

[Blackmoore]

I guess I can just transfer the posts. I just like to think as The Alliance as something that started here, and will end here.

I'm still confused as to why we're actually moving though. The forum downs were for good reasons. If they didn't take it down, then we might not have The Alliance anymore. As a little incentive, here's the IP adress to forums.rpgforums.net. Bookmark it. Next time the DNS can't be displayed or whatever, try it, you might be surprised.

http://216.82.116.243/

[Doublehex]

It's just for the best Blackmoore. Mostly evreyone thinks that another forum is better than rpgforums. Oh, and can you post a topic in the Roleplay//The Alliance forum of the new board contaning a dl of your WORD document? I'll sticky it.

[The Flamestrike]

It's just for the best Blackmoore. Mostly evreyone thinks that another forum is better than rpgforums. Oh, and can you post a topic in the Roleplay//The Alliance forum of the new board contaning a dl of your WORD document? I'll sticky it.

Most people have just said that they don't mind where the thread goes. Whilst I don't mind starting somewhere else, we'd loose all our OOC replies on this board, and it'd be very hard to get new members. I still think we'd be fine here, like Blackmoore. But if we have to move, I'll come too.

[Cenkrill]

I'd probably prefer to keep the thread here, because well, I only post in the FF when I come to this website, so then I'm going to have to go to two websites... and most of the time I just wont bebothered posting in this story :( What can I say, I'm a very lazy person :)

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

Well if the thread moves, ill move, but i reckon that it'll be best to stay here i mean the 1st Alliance Thread started here and i reckon we should end it here aswell...

[Doublehex]

Gah! Fine, I'll keep the Alliance here. *grumble grumble*

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

Class: Undead Paladin (more of a warrior than a paladin-being undead kinds cuts you off almost completely from the Light).

Physical Appearance: Garshtnar looks a lot like what he looked like when he was living, besides the rotten skin and flies. He has white hair, muscular for a undead, and wears leather armor.

Equipment: A blade that have holy runes enscribes upon them.

History: In life Garshtnar was Malphrin Malastraun, a Paladin squire. However, he was killed in battle by Arthas. However, instead of becoming a zombie, he became a forsaken. On top of that, he wasn't forced to follow the lich king's will. He now seeks a cure for him self, if possible.

‘The battle is won’ is what I heard someone cry. But I didn’t find out who said it. After I killed a suicide bomber that was about to hit the wall with a crossbow I ‘burrowed’ from an undead warrior, the crystal shard around my neck began to glow. When I raised it towards Stromwind Keep, it began to glow even more. I sneaked into the throne room(altough how any of the guards chouldnt see me is beyond me) and once gain raised the crystal fragment: it pointed to the throne. I looked around seeing if anyone was in there. Surpisingly not.

I walked towards the throne as the crystal glowed even more. When I was right infront of the throne, the crystal began to glow so much it chould act as a lantern in a dark cave.

Suddenly, a large rune appeared around the throne, and a shimering light replaced the throne.

I stepped into it, doing my best to shield the light from my eyes. I found myself in a small chamber with a rotted door. I pushed the rotted door out of my way and discovered that I was in an Undead fortress. I raised my crystal again: it pointed into a wall. I did a small knock to see if it was hollow.

“Hard as a rock” I wispered to myself in my dissapointment. Suddenly, the crystal pulled itself through the wall, and brought me along with it. I realized where I was now.

I was in the chamber of the next rune stone!

As I slowly walked towards the stone, I heard a footstep. I drew my blade and turned facing where I came.

No one.

As I drew closer, I heard the same footstep. I did the exact procedure.

And I heard the footstep two more times, until I found out what was going on. I took out a potion, and threw it at a wall. It revealed the caster that used the invisibility spell to hide from me.

He was human, and had red hair and a finely trimmed goutee. His hair was neatly tied up. He had a red robe on, and a wooden staff was on his back.

“Who are you? What do you whant” I asked him.

After wiping dirt from his robe, he asnwered. “I am Meriphius, Garshtnar. I have been sent to help you.”

“In what way?”

“I am a meber of The Dark Claw-“

“You’re a Warlock!”

“You are quick mouthed Garshtnar. And correct as well.”

“Tell me why should I bring not my blade into your gut?”

“Because I have a proposition for you.”

“State it.”

“We are a group of warlcoks trying to drive out the undead threat. We know that the Kajjdorr has the power to wipe them out. We’ll help you in the quest for it. In return, we whant you to give us the Kajjdorr.”

“How can I trust you?”

“Because of this.” Meriphius showed me a scroll with odd runes on it. “Those runes are the names of our leaders. If you are in possesion of this scroll when you say they’re names, they will lose their spirits to the Twisting Nether.”

I did a small chuckle. “You’re leaders must be trully desperate. But, if I whanted help, I whould of gone with Blackmoore.”

“But Blackmoore doesn’t have this.” He lifted up an amulet.

“What is that?”

“This amulte is the key to the final rune stone. You need this besides your crystal shard to get to the chamber.”

I snatched it from his hand. “Fine.” Meriphimus gave me the scroll as well.

As I headed for the second rune stone, I wandered what I had just gotten myself into.

[B]OOC: Man that was a big one. Anyways, just incase you guys were curious, Meriphimus is actually my second character from the stress test.

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

Class: Undead Paladin (more of a warrior than a paladin-being undead kinds cuts you off almost completely from the Light).

Physical Appearance: Garshtnar looks a lot like what he looked like when he was living, besides the rotten skin and flies. He has white hair, muscular for a undead, and wears leather armor.

Equipment: A blade that have holy runes enscribes upon them.

History: In life Garshtnar was Malphrin Malastraun, a Paladin squire. However, he was killed in battle by Arthas. However, instead of becoming a zombie, he became a forsaken. On top of that, he wasn't forced to follow the lich king's will. He now seeks a cure for him self, if possible.

‘The battle is won’ is what I heard someone cry. But I didn’t find out who said it. After I killed a suicide bomber that was about to hit the wall with a crossbow I ‘burrowed’ from an undead warrior, the crystal shard around my neck began to glow. When I raised it towards Stromwind Keep, it began to glow even more. I sneaked into the throne room(altough how any of the guards chouldnt see me is beyond me) and once gain raised the crystal fragment: it pointed to the throne. I looked around seeing if anyone was in there. Surpisingly not.

I walked towards the throne as the crystal glowed even more. When I was right infront of the throne, the crystal began to glow so much it chould act as a lantern in a dark cave.

Suddenly, a large rune appeared around the throne, and a shimering light replaced the throne.

I stepped into it, doing my best to shield the light from my eyes. I found myself in a small chamber with a rotted door. I pushed the rotted door out of my way and discovered that I was in an Undead fortress. I raised my crystal again: it pointed into a wall. I did a small knock to see if it was hollow.

“Hard as a rock” I wispered to myself in my dissapointment. Suddenly, the crystal pulled itself through the wall, and brought me along with it. I realized where I was now.

I was in the chamber of the next rune stone!

As I slowly walked towards the stone, I heard a footstep. I drew my blade and turned facing where I came.

No one.

As I drew closer, I heard the same footstep. I did the exact procedure.

And I heard the footstep two more times, until I found out what was going on. I took out a potion, and threw it at a wall. It revealed the caster that used the invisibility spell to hide from me.

He was human, and had red hair and a finely trimmed goutee. His hair was neatly tied up. He had a red robe on, and a wooden staff was on his back.

“Who are you? What do you whant” I asked him.

After wiping dirt from his robe, he asnwered. “I am Meriphius, Garshtnar. I have been sent to help you.”

“In what way?”

“I am a meber of The Dark Claw-“

“You’re a Warlock!”

“You are quick mouthed Garshtnar. And correct as well.”

“Tell me why should I bring not my blade into your gut?”

“Because I have a proposition for you.”

“State it.”

“We are a group of warlcoks trying to drive out the undead threat. We know that the Kajjdorr has the power to wipe them out. We’ll help you in the quest for it. In return, we whant you to give us the Kajjdorr.”

“How can I trust you?”

“Because of this.” Meriphius showed me a scroll with odd runes on it. “Those runes are the names of our leaders. If you are in possesion of this scroll when you say they’re names, they will lose their spirits to the Twisting Nether.”

I did a small chuckle. “You’re leaders must be trully desperate. But, if I whanted help, I whould of gone with Blackmoore.”

“But Blackmoore doesn’t have this.” He lifted up an amulet.

“What is that?”

“This amulte is the key to the final rune stone. You need this besides your crystal shard to get to the chamber.”

I snatched it from his hand. “Fine.” Meriphimus gave me the scroll as well.

As I headed for the second rune stone, I wandered what I had just gotten myself into.

OOC: Man that was a big one. Anyways, just incase you guys were curious, Meriphimus is actually my second character from the stress test.

[The Flamestrike]

Man, I wish I could get the stress test...

BTW, I've sent Terald's bio to you.

[Cenkrill]

OOC: I was also planning on bringing my second character of the stress test into this story, lol. Before I do though, I'll have to edit my short description above my posts :)

[Cenkrill]

Note--- Yet another short post :)

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Name: Cenkrill
Race: Forsaken
Age: 25
Class: Priest
Equipment: Broadsword, metal greaves and gauntlets, black hooded robe.
Description: Being buried for only a short time, Cenkrill has risen from the dead with only mild signs of decay affecting his hands and feet. He has blonde hair that just reaches past his jaw line and his eyes have golden irises. He is tall with a fairly masculine build and his face is hidden by his hood at all possible times. From a distance he looks human but up close you can see that his skin is pale.
History: Before his untimely death Cenkrill was a priest in a Lordaeron church studying the arts of magic, but soon his attention was drawn to those of a darker origin. He became obsessed with learning the dark spells and finding out their origin, and soon he became consumed by them. At this time the Scourge were everywhere and any act of dark magic lead to a quick execution. The Paladins killed Cenkrill on the same day Arthus ‘succeeded’ his father and lead Lordaeron to its doom. Soon after the Dark Lady Sylvanas claimed Lordearon for her own and Cenkrill was resurrected along with others to bolster her Forsaken ranks. Now he obeys her orders until he finds something else more worthy of his attention.
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‘We must hurry and make our way back. For if they continue on their quest without us knowing, we will lose them and have no chance of finding the Kajjdorr.’ I pointed towards a group of undead, ‘You, follow me.’

I road out the gate, the dark paladin Darin at my side, and a group of 10 undead warriors behind us.

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow

I watched from the keyhole as Cenkrill and Dariz began to leave with a group of Undead. I glared daggers at the traitor Darin.So that selfish bastard has betrayed us and all Humanity... I thought angrily.

Cenkrill and Darin rode out from the gates, as I silently followed them. It seemed that Darin was going with Cenkrill. I got ready for a long journey.

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

Class: Undead Paladin (more of a warrior than a paladin-being undead kinds cuts you off almost completely from the Light).

Physical Appearance: Garshtnar looks a lot like what he looked like when he was living, besides the rotten skin and flies. He has white hair, muscular for a undead, and wears leather armor.

Equipment: A blade that have holy runes enscribes upon them.

History: In life Garshtnar was Malphrin Malastraun, a Paladin squire. However, he was killed in battle by Arthas. However, instead of becoming a zombie, he became a forsaken. On top of that, he wasn't forced to follow the lich king's will. He now seeks a cure for him self, if possible.

As I stepped closer to the runestone, my conscience began to feed at me. ‘I may have just betrayed those who have been willing to help me. Yet, Meriphius may be the only chance I have of getting to the Kajjdorr.’

I laid my hands in the stone, and lifted up my crystal, letting it dangle a few inches away from the surface. Letters began to form on the stone.

Exiled, they were, for practicing magic that was no longer safe. West they sailed, towards a land inhabited by evil. Cleanse it they did, and taught creatures they deemed worthy their art. Now, their great city is ruin, with a rune stone buried beneath its well.

As I finished the sentence, Meriphius began to grasp his staff.

“Their art. Maybe it means the Elves.”

Meriphius smiled. “I whould agree. After all, the elves were exiled for Kalimdor for practicing magic.”

“But what does it mean by the well?”

Meriphius sighed. “The well of Silvermoon Garshtnar. The Sunwell.”

Suddenly, an arrow whizzed right by our heads and straight into the stone. We looked behind us: a necromancer and his undead lackeys have found us.

The necromancer raised his staff. “Kill the warlock! The dark mistress wants the betrayer alive!” The ghouls and skeletons charged. I drew my blade and struck at a skeleton, while Meriphius chanted a summoning spell. I ducked beneath an arrow when I noticed Meriphius’ felhound was slaughtered.

“We have to go!”

“I know!” Meriphius said, confirming the fact that we will end up like the felhound if we didn’t get out of there. I threw a choking potion at the ground, resulting in a hideous odor filling the small cavern.

“Over here!” Meriphius yelled, with part of his cloak over his mouth. “Repeat what I say!”

‘Mieropheous, sarnaman, throncam xinthos!’ The next moment, we were a few twenty feet away from Stormwind. Meriphius was already on the move.

“From Goldshire we should head north if we want to reach Quel’Thalas by week’s end.”

We were off.

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow

I strode across the green landscape of Azeroth, folowing Darin and Cenkrill's trail. It wasn't hard to follow. The Undead left a trail of pestilense across the ground.

Presently, I looked out and in the horizon, I saw two figures walking across the grass. One appeared to be...Garshtnar? What was he doing here? Still, I had to get to him and warn him about Darin's treachery. But then I thought: Maybe it would be wiser to keep that fact to myself for a little while and see what Garshtnar up to...

With that, I took off to him.


OOC: Doublehex, did you get my bio and pic for Terald that I sent you?

[Blackmoore]

Ok! I too will be entering a second character into my play. The post shall come later tonight!

[Doublehex]

Sorry about that flamestrike. My dad's filter has started to block out my email and geocities. So, I'll have to do it at school. I'll try to presuade my dad otherwise, however

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

ill post something 2morrow guys.. i think i might kill of this guy and bring my 1st character from death back to life... but we shall see...

[The Flamestrike]

Sorry about that flamestrike. My dad's filter has started to block out my email and geocities. So, I'll have to do it at school. I'll try to presuade my dad otherwise, however

That's okay. In the meantime, would you mind continuing the thread?

[Blackmoore]

OK..I was going to write, but you know, it seems people are running away. If anyone has any suggestions on what Blackmoore could do, post em'

[Doublehex]

As of right now, I got no idea what you can do. Oh, and btw, I got Terald and Cervantes on the site.

[Blackmoore]

It just feels as if I am kinda useless.

And my version of the site. Any reason to keep it up? If not, it goes down Sunday.

[Blackmoore]

Lo and Behold! As I open my old email account, I find that I had subscribed to the Original Alliance Thread. The first and only. I have many many tidbits of the first alliance and I shall be posting them in a new thread. Watch as the past be uncovered!

*Following post may not describe exact emotion of posts. Much researching must still be done.

[The Flamestrike]

You mean that you can post what happened in the original Alliance thread? If so, then REJOICE, people of Azeroth! The Alliance is returning...

BTW, Blackmoore, I don't know much that you can do in the story at the moment, but I wrote that you got wounded in the battle for Stormwind by a Forsaken. You could do something with that.

[Gastone]

As of right now, I got no idea what you can do. Oh, and btw, I got Terald and Cervantes on the site.


Whos Cervantes?

[Doublehex]

Whos Cervantes?

Or whatever your guy's name is.

[The Flamestrike]

Or whatever your guy's name is.

He was called Constsnatine. And thanks for putting Terald's bio up, Doublehex. It looks good!


BTW, Gastone, it's good to see you're still here.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

AHHHHHHH!!!, holy crap post the 1st alliance fan fic cuz i lost all my 1st characters info!!... lol i just pm'd M@d for it and he doesn't have it!! ur my last hope blackmoore!!!

[Doublehex]

No prob Flamestrike. Also, I'll try to get a new post done, after I do my homework. No promises tho.

[Gastone]

BTW, Gastone, it's good to see you're still here.


I was always here,i simply had loging problems too many times

[The Flamestrike]

I was always here,i simply had loging problems too many times

That's good. BTW, could you post something to show what Constantine was doing in the siege of Stormwind so that we know he's still in? You don't have to, it just might help.

[Blackmoon]

-- OFF TOPIC --
Uhh... hello ehh... again. :)

I once again got lost in Hz, so I pretty much forgot to post here. Sorry.

Anyway, I'm pretty much as confused as Blackmoore here, 'cos atm I can't find a way to properly fit Lunaric to the events that are happening.

I'll have a look here tomorrow, as it's getting late here.

[The Flamestrike]

Ummm... where HAS everyone gone? This thing's been dead for four days now. Come on, people!

[Blackmoore]

My imagination has gone dead! Someone give me a goal persue!

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Night Elf
Class: Swordsman
Skills: Great Reflexes, Tracking, Strong Insticts
Equipment: Two scimitar blades, aids in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir, used for a shockwave spell; a runeblade taken from Morte; standard leather armor.

I studied Morte's runeblade after my duel with him.

"Morte said he knew he was going to be defeated by me. How would he know that?"

I heard the sound of battle again.

"Stormwind is still under seige, I have to help!"

With a quick dash and a couple leaps off of trees, I was out of the forest. I could see that the humans have been winning against this wave of Forsaken, but there was definately going to be more coming. Plus, as far as I know, our own reinforcements have yet to arrive. If one division of the human's army is able to fend off the Forsaken's best, then I wonder why the human's have such a hard time with them. More were to arrive and I could feel it.

I ran into a group of undead and started slaughtering them with ease. Morte's runeblade was a perfect way to kill these weak creatures. It was rare for me to see living abominations as most were littered around the area. The biggest target was taken out first as usual. Now all was left was hundreds of ghouls, skeletons, and soilders. There were still quite a few gargoyles but the flying machines were keeping them busy. A very few frost worms could be found. I could see some undead retreating, all of them going to a common direction. They were preparing for the next wave of undead to raid Stormwind.

I got myself to the walls of Stormwind and took out Zeir. I used the shockwave to send myself in the air. As I flew in the air a gargoyle noticed me and dove at me. I took a swing at it and it backed off a bit but still had it's eyes set on me. As I landed on the fortress walls the gargoyle took another dive at me. Fortunate for me, I saw an old friend.

"Hey Lunarc!"

Lunarc turned his head and, with a puzzled look in his eyes, stared at me.

"Betcha a pint you can't hit that gargoyle in the eye!"
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Trying to work my way back to Blackmoore in hopes of continuing the story. Help me out Blackmoon!

[The Flamestrike]

My imagination has gone dead! Someone give me a goal persue!

Remember that me and Doublehex's character's are both missing from Stormwind. Right now, I need Doublehex to post his reply to mine.

[Doublehex]

I whould, but i can't think of anything to post. Plus, there's Fable...

[The Flamestrike]

Well, I was gonna let Doublehex post next, but seeing as the situation's getting desperate, with barely any replies, here goes...

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow

I ran over to Garshtnar and his anonymous robed friend. He looked up to me as I came up.

"Terald!? What are you doing out here?" he cried.

"I'll tell you later. It's a long story, and a very important one, too. But why aren't you with General Blackmoore? And who's that man?" I said, as I gestured towards the man. I waited for Garshtnar to speak.


OOC: Why can't anyone think of anything to post? There's the aftermath of the siege of Stormwind to take care of, Garshtnar and Terald's disappearence from the city, and General Blackmoore's wound in the battle.

[Blackmoore]

General Johan Christian Blackmoore
Race: Human
Class: Mainly Warrior, but has skills in basic healing and the ability to summon a messenger hawk.
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I finally awoke. My eyelids slowly opened, letting in the dim light. I tried leaning up, put a sharp twinge in my side prevented me. But nethertheless, I got up anyway. Limping to the door, I was stopped by a priest.

"General! I'm glad to see you awake."

"Where the hell am I?"

"The sick bay, barrack division 4. A arrow caught you through the side of your waist."

"Am I free to go?"

"I guess. Go easy on your waist."

"Thank kind priest."

I donned my armor and headed out to venture the battlefield. We were winning. I could tell we would win. I brought out my sword just in case as I walked the corner. There I saw an undead towering over a child.

"Undead! Unhand that child and face me like a man!"

The undead whipped around, slinging the glowing medallion around his neck.

"How dare you! You shall now die!"

I brought up my sword up and charged, but not without difficulty. I could feel the stickyness in my armor, the blood gushing from my side. I felt weaker and weaker by the moment, but I will not give up. We met swords, but quickly he parried and swiped. I doged.

"By the light! You're stronger than the average Undead."

Once again we met swords, but quickly I doged and was ready to slice his head until he rolled and tackled me. I was defenseless.

"Now, you shall become one of us."

He stood towering over me, but before steel met flesh, I grabbed his medallion. Instantly, a white light shot out from him, sending him crawling. I stood up and pushed him over face up and removed his helment. I fell in disbelief.

"Aedelas?!"

"Brother..."

[Doublehex]

[qoute]Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

Class: Undead Paladin (more of a warrior than a paladin-being undead kinds cuts you off almost completely from the Light).

Physical Appearance: Garshtnar looks a lot like what he looked like when he was living, besides the rotten skin and flies. He has white hair, muscular for a undead, and wears leather armor.

Equipment: A blade that have holy runes enscribes upon them.

History: In life Garshtnar was Malphrin Malastraun, a Paladin squire. However, he was killed in battle by Arthas. However, instead of becoming a zombie, he became a forsaken. On top of that, he wasn't forced to follow the lich king's will. He now seeks a cure for him self, if possible. [/quote]

"I'll tell you later. It's a long story, and a very important one, too. But why aren't you with General Blackmoore? And who's that man?"

My mind went blank. There's no way I chould let Terald who I sided with. But I didn't whant to kill him.

Suddenly I saw a dark blast hit Terald in the chest and Terald collapsed as a result of it. I looked back at Meriphius. Black electricity surronded his hands.

"What have you done?"

"Disposing of a spy."

"I'm sure there chould of been another way!"

"Regardless, we must get moving before more of your 'friends' find out of me."

I swore at myself and slowly treaded behind Meriphius.

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow

I slowly felt my eyes come back to life. It seemed to be early evening now, and the orange sun was getting lower in the sky. I felt myself aching all over from that traitorous warlock's blast. Why did he shoot me with that energy? And why didn't Garshtnar help me? Still, I suppose it's something to solve later...

I got to my feet. Garshtnar and that damned warlock were gone, but they had left a trail. However, I also needed to warn Blackmoore and my other friends in Stormwind about Darin and Cenkrill. I could either follow Garshtnar and that warlock, or return to Stormwind and warn the Blackmoore and the Humans. But what to choose? We half-Elves just have no luck... I thought.

Eventually, I chose to follow Garshtnar. I set off after their trail. I had a lot of ground o cover to reach them. How many times do I have to follow this Undead? This is the third time now... I muttered

[Scipio]

This is stupid i cant even delete my post. Sorry guys

[Scipio]

I'd like to join though.

Name: Grash Lightfinder
Race: Half Human/Orc
Class: Warlock
Weapons: An ancient rune-staff that glows red with crimson flames, and two daggers, one hidden in his left shoe, and one on his waist.
Pet: Zan'Thul, Voidwalker

Biography:
Born from the love between an Orc and a Human, Grash found himself an outcast of both societies. As he grew up, he was teased, and eventually chased out of his hometown, while his father was murdered horribly by the townsfolk. When he reached the Human lands, he found out his mother was murdered too, for "betrayal of the Human race".
One day during his travels, he met another halfbreed. "Greetings" he said. "What brings you here?" "I am traveling in search of a way to avenge the death of my parents. Why do you care?" "I can sense your anger, and might just be able to give you the power you seek. Be warned however, this type of magic is dangerous, and those that use it wrongly will fall to evil forever."
"I don't care. I will avenge my parents even if it's the last thing i do!"
Spending many years training in the forest, he perfected his knowledge of the Dark Arts. He continued his travels, accompanied by Zan'Thul, his pet Voidwalker.
Given up the search for kindred spirits, he now resides in the forest, practicing his demonic magics to be able to avenge his parents one day.

[Sin'Drowlithicus]

Name: Darin Fuller
Race: Human
Age: 22
Class: Dark Paladin
Equipment: Black Plate Mail, Gauntlets, Boots, Plate Belt, Scabbard, a razor sharp Vorpal Blade.

Cenkrill was leading us somewhere, me and some 10 undead in tow. But I sensed something coming and asked him to stop. he seemed to questioned me but I merely smiled. Moving forward with my Spirit Warriors, I hid in an ambush along with my servants and waited.

Galloping toward us, were a dozen or so Knights. We waited for them to get into position before launching outr ambush. The Spirit Warriors performed an flawles Pincer Formation, dividing the enemy in two and proceed to cut down the Knights. I could only smile evilly as I watched the Spirit Warriors move with purpose, in a clockwork style. Slash. Cleave. Parry. Slash. Cleave. Parry.

Soon the Knights were dead except for two that had escaped and fled to inform anyone at Stormwind. Chuckling malevolently, I got out of my hiding place and began a ritual that would net me more servants.

"Alhoma T'sras Ua Oshan...Presica!" At the final command word of the spell, green lights began glowing around the Knights, giving them an sickly green pallor.

The Knights, now no longer dead yet no longer alive. They rose back up, mounted their ghostly steeds, and awaited their new orders.

"Spirit Warriors, follow me! You boys, follow me too!"

Darin took off with his Spirit Warriors and Dark Knights behind him. Soon enough, he arrived and Cenkrill was confused momentary with the increase in Darin's forces but after being explained briefly, he became pleased.

"Let's keep going, sir. we're not done with your quest."

[Blackmoore]

Wow..I still can't believe I wrote that twist.

[Cenkrill]

Note---My characters history has changed to allow me to bring in another character :) And yes it's long, but I tried to shorten it, honestly :innocent:
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Name: Cenkrill
Race: Forsaken
Age: 25
Class: Priest
Equipment: Broadsword, metal greaves and gauntlets, black hooded robe.
Description: Being buried for only a short time, Cenkrill has risen from the dead with only mild signs of decay affecting his hands and feet. He has blonde hair that just reaches past his jaw line and his eyes have golden irises. He is tall with a fairly masculine build and his face is hidden by his hood at all possible times. From a distance he looks human but up close you can see that his skin is pale.
History: Cenkrill’s parents were both priests of Lordaeron, and it was only fitting that he follow their in footsteps. So he did, and became one of the best. Though he lost faith in the light after his parents both died of natural causes, he soon became reacquainted with it after he fell in love with a high elven priestess by the name of Selende. They became enthralled with each other, and soon became engaged, but their love was not to last. When the plague began to get out of hand Selende was sent to a village to help find a cure, that was the last Cenkrill ever saw of her.
Weeks later reports were received stating that the village was raised. While this was hard to bear, he once again lost faith in the light after he received Selende’s blood coated engagement ring, and this time he fell into darkness. In his sorrow the dark forces of magic quickly took hold and he became obsessed with learning them and about their dark origins. At this time, the Scourge were everywhere and any act of dark magic lead to quick execution. The Paladins killed Cenkrill on the same day Arthus ‘succeeded’ his father and lead Lordaeron to its doom. However he was not allowed to linger in death, for soon after, the Dark Lady Sylvanas claimed Lordaeron for her own and Cenkrill was resurrected along with others to bolster her Forsaken ranks.
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Now we road, our entourage extensively larger than what we left the undead encampment with. We were riding back towards the battle scene, which would still no doubt have a few fighters battling here and there. But the battle was not what I was interested in, I had to get back to make sure the humans and Garshtner were still there. If not, I would lose all hope of finding the Kajjdorr, of finding power.

As we got closer the sounds of carnage was all but dead. The distant noise of steel clashing in battle proved this. We came to a halt outside the walls, amongst the bodies of the dead, and re-dead.

'We should spread out, look for the members of the group who were searching for the crystal, find them we find it. And just incase you didn't realise, I want them alive.' With that I steered my mount through the dead, making my way slowly towards the gates of the city.

[Scipio]

So can i join or what?

[Blackmoore]

You'll have you wait until Doublehex comfirms your status.

[Doublehex]

I understand your history, but the converstion was kinda confusing. Why not put it into something like this:

One day, when Grash was heading through a forest, he meet a warlock, who eventually became his mentor in the dark arts.

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow

It was now nightime, as I ran acroos the countryside searching for Garshtnar and the anonymous Warlock using their trail. It seemed so long since this morning, I had woken up in Blackmoore’s camp, and found that wounded Dwarf scout in the field, then found an army of Undead attacking Stormwind, Darin and Cenkrill betraying us, and Garshtnar folowing that Warlock. But this morning seemed like years ago.

I wandered what Garshtnar had been doing with that Warlock. I hoped he hadn’t let us down, like Darin had. I hoped so.

Presently, I came up onto a small rock ledge. Below it, Garshtnar and the Warlock seemed to have set up a temporary campsite. The Warlock lay sleeping on a mat, whilst Garshtnar sat there on a rock, on watchduty. He looked very troubled. I wondered why, when I remembered that the Undead can’t sleep. A painful reminder.

It was either now or never. I sprang down wth an arrow notched on my longbow. Garshtnar yelled out:

“Meriphius!”

The Warlock Meriphius jumped to his feet, and narrowed his eys as he recognized me.

“You! Why can’t you stop following us!”

With that, Meriphius reached for his magic staff, but I shouted: “Not this time, Warlock scum!” as I shot a Searing Arrow from my bow which set the staff ablaze. Meriphius screamed as he dropped the burning staff and gripped his burnt hand in pain. Garshtnar drew his runesword as he shouted: “Terald! What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to see who’s side you’re on.” I replied.

“Terald…I’m with this Warlock because he…he can show me the way to the Kajjdorr. Nothing else.” Garshtnar said slowly.

“But have you left Blackmoore and the rest of us? Because you wouldn’t be the first.”

Garshtnar was puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Darin Fuller has betrayed you, me, Blackmoore and all of Humanity, by leaving with Cenkrill and the Undead. I'd have told you earlier, but Meriphius knocked me out.”

Garshtnar didn’t know what to say, it seemed. Suddenly, I spun round, and kicked Meriphius down to the floor, breaking a few of his ribs as he came at me with a long knife.

“It’s time I got even with him, after he attacked me.” I muttered, as I turned back to Garhstnar, to see his reaction to my revalation.

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

Class: Undead Paladin (more of a warrior than a paladin-being undead kinds cuts you off almost completely from the Light).

Physical Appearance: Garshtnar looks a lot like what he looked like when he was living, besides the rotten skin and flies. He has white hair, muscular for a undead, and wears leather armor.

Equipment: A blade that have holy runes enscribes upon them.

History: In life Garshtnar was Malphrin Malastraun, a Paladin squire. However, he was killed in battle by Arthas. However, instead of becoming a zombie, he became a forsaken. On top of that, he wasn't forced to follow the lich king's will. He now seeks a cure for him self, if possible.

"Then I'll just have to kill you".

With that, I drew my blade, and raced toward Terald, annd swung my blade at him. I felt his screams piercing my skin as I watched his body hit the floor.

He looked at me, his strength quickly weakining. "You too, Garshtnar?"

With that, I thrusted my blade into his torso.

[Scipio]

That'll be it then.

<Name: Grash Lightfinder
Race: Half Human/Orc
Class: Warlock
Weapons: An ancient rune-staff that glows red with crimson flames, and two daggers, one hidden in his left shoe, and one on his waist.
Pet: Zan'Thul, Voidwalker

Biography:
Born from the love between an Orc and a Human, Grash found himself an outcast of both societies. As he grew up, he was teased, and eventually chased out of his hometown, while his father was murdered horribly by the townsfolk. When he reached the Human lands, he found out his mother was murdered too, for "betrayal of the Human race".
One day during his travels, he met a warlock. "Greetings" he said. "What brings you here?" "I am traveling in search of a way to avenge the death of my parents. Why do you care?" "I can sense your anger, and might just be able to give you the power you seek. Be warned however, this type of magic is dangerous, and those that use it wrongly will fall to evil forever."
"I don't care. I will avenge my parents even if it's the last thing i do!"
Spending many years training in the forest, he perfected his knowledge of the Dark Arts. He continued his travels, accompanied by Zan'Thul, his pet Voidwalker.
Given up the search for kindred spirits, he now resides in the forest, practicing his demonic magics to be able to avenge his parents one day.>

Feel free to write me in, I don't know what would be the best way, so I will leave it up to you guys.

[The Flamestrike]

Ummmm...from the look of Doublehex's post, things are going too well for my half-Elven adventurer.

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow

I winced as I felt Garshtnar's sword hit against my armour. The armour beneath my tunic buckled against the thrust, but fortunately, the blade didn't get through. If it had, I'd have died then and there. I was glad that Blackmoore had lent me some armour for the battle in Stormwind. I didn't like armour before, but ever since, I've had an odd respect for it. Weird.

"There. Now you won't...annoy me anymore." Garshtnar muttered as he turned to the unconsicious Meriphius.

I sprang to my feet. I was bleeding, but only a bit, and I can take one little stab. I felt very angry. I had been betrayed twice in one day by people that I thought I could trust. That did it.

I hurled myself at Garshtnar, my sword drawn, bellowing a High Elven warcry. Garshtnar had thought that I was dead, so he was surprised as he spun around as I slammed my sword into his stomach, knocking him to the floor.

"So, Garshtnar, you've betrayed us all, just as I predicted three days ago. Turns out I was right after all. I can't wait to see Blackmoore and the other's faces when I bring you back to Stormwind."

With that, I started casting an ice spell to trap the wounded Garshtnar, so that I could take him back to the justice that awaited him in Stormwind. Just as I had done three days ago. Weird.

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

Class: Undead Paladin (more of a warrior than a paladin-being undead kinds cuts you off almost completely from the Light).

Physical Appearance: Garshtnar looks a lot like what he looked like when he was living, besides the rotten skin and flies. He has white hair, muscular for a undead, and wears leather armor.

Equipment: A blade that have holy runes enscribes upon them.

History: In life Garshtnar was Malphrin Malastraun, a Paladin squire. However, he was killed in battle by Arthas. However, instead of becoming a zombie, he became a forsaken. On top of that, he wasn't forced to follow the lich king's will. He now seeks a cure for him self, if possible.

'Damn!' I muttered to myself for a brief moment inside Terald's frozen prision. But then I remembered an old spell my mentor taught me. I repeated the words as best as I could, which was very difficult concidering the fact that I was almsot frozen. The ice had begun to melt away almost instantly. Within moments, I was free.

"You don't give up, do you Garshtnar?"

"Terald, listen me-"

"Listening time is over!"

"For you too elf."

I noticed that Meriphius has just decided to wake up from his little 'nap'. I watched as he cast a spell of negative energy that made Terald go flying off the cliffside. I ran to the cliff to see if there was any trace of him. If I chould possibbly save him.

None. Only rock.

I felt Meriphius' hand on my shoulder.

"Let us go Garshtanr. Silvermoon is not far off."

[Blackmoon]

Sorry. I haven't been able to login to this site for few days

Name: Lunarc Bloodbeard
Race: Dwarf
Class: Hunter/Warrior
Weapons: A Long Rifle called “One-Shot”. Two ordinary Battle Axes.
Skills: Survival, Tracking
Age: 79
Misc: Has an animal companion, a bear called Pint
Fighting always made me thirsty and only thing I could think right now was a pint of cool ale. Me and Pint made our way trough ranks of undead in order to find tavern, few barrels of ale or something to pour into my mouth. It seemed to me we were winning the fight, so I thought it wouldn't be that bad if I just had a sip.

My axes swirled around me and undeads fell before me when their legs were cut out. There was no clear thoughts on my mind, just wish to kill and wish to get ale. Pint was roaring behind me and occasionally sent an undead flying. I then heard a screech from the sky. More of those blasted beasts, I thought as I spotted a gargoyle flying in the air.

"Hey Lunarc!" I heard someone shout behind me. I turned to see who disturbed me on my killing frenzy. It took me a moment to become consicous enough to recognize the night elf.

"Betcha a pint you can't hit that gargoyle in the eye!" he said pointing at gargoyle floating above him. "If ye think that, ye havn't seen a dwarf in action!" I shouted back and took out One-Shot.

I first wanted to get gargoyle's attention, so I took a shot to it's wing. "Com' 'ere ye ugly bastard! The sculptor that crafted ye must've drunk few pints too much!" I shouted without actually knowing how much speech gargoyle's understand. Either way, it worked. The gargoyle turned to face me and when it did, I took a shot ... straight to the eye.

"Ye own me a pint now, night elf!" I shouted as gargoyle fell to the ground.

"It seems I do indeed, dwarf. But right now, we have more important matters", the elf responded jumping down from the wall he stood at. "Have you seen Blackmoore?"

"Nay, I hav not seen. But soldiers say, he's been taken 't the sick bay. They say he got injured." I said while donning One-Shot back to my back.

I took my axes and looked at the night elf. "If ye wanna see him, the sick bay is on the other side of this damned town. So we better get going", I grinned. "Just don't get yerself killed befor' ye buy me that drink!"

[Scipio]

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Name: Grash Lightfinder
Race: Half Human/Orc
Class: Warlock
Weapons: An ancient rune-staff that glows red with crimson flames, and two daggers, one hidden in his left shoe, and one on his waist.
Pet: Zan'Thul, Voidwalker
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As Lunarc stepped out of the tavern, he was stopped by a warlock.
"You..." the warlock said, "speak your name, Dwarf."
"The name is Lunarc, Lunarc Bloodbeard, laddie. And who might you be?"
"I am Grash Lightfinder, and your name sounds familiar... Did your family live in Stormwind? "Why yes laddie, they did. Why do you care?"
"You will not need to know that in death! Prepare to die, Dwarf!"

[Doublehex]

You were doing good until you started talking. Besides, orcs wouldnt be in lordareon, concidering the horde and the alliance declared war on each other.

[Fenikkusu]

Scipio, plz show some background on your character before you enter Stormwind or the game. Maybe two post will do it for ya. For now I'll ignore your post and work on what Lunarc left me.

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Night Elf
Class: Swordsman
Skills: Great Reflexes, Tracking, Strong Insticts
Equipment: Two scimitar blades, aids in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir, used for a shockwave spell; a runeblade taken from Morte; standard leather armor.

I put my long swords away and whipped out my scimitars.

"Then we better hurry. I have a great feeling that something is about to happen and we will need everyone we know to gather together."

We started running off towards the other side of Stormwind. Not much happened. The usual ghoul, skeleton, or abomination was found every so often. Each one was disposed of quickly by either Lunarc's axe or my scimitars.

"Do you know where all the others might be, Lunarc?"

"Was hoping ye knew, Rolen."

"Think they might have stopped in a bar for some ale?"

"Hah, if they have dwarven blood, then I believe it!"

After a couple of blocks we had fought several small groups of skeletons and ghouls. I took most of the time to watch Lunarc and his bear companion how they fought. I enjoyed watching them work together. But I always wondered how Lunarc could fight with full, complete rage.

"I don't get how you dwarves fight with so much rage, your focus doesn't get blurred at all?"

"Heck nah! Dwarves are extremely focused. Fighting with a bloodlust has been the way of dwarves for years!"

Lunarc's bear, Pint as Lunarc calls him, was valuable. A good strong example of how powerful nature could be. The bear threw ghouls around like they were toys and nothing more. I enjoyed sitting back and watching Pint take out everything for me and Lunarc. It seemed to not be shy around me which I thought was expected but Lunarc told me that usually Pint isn't this comfortable with strangers. Maybe it has to do with me being a Night Elf?

"Rolen, why must you see Blackmoore?"

"I have a gut feeling that something major will happen. According to my insticts, the undead are preparing for a second wave. With the numbers we have now we won't survive. But something also tells me that our reinforcements will arrive soon."

"Don't know if I should hope that your insticts are correct or not. The reinforcements will allow us to rest or maybe even leave and trust them with defending Stormwind."

"That's what I'm hoping for. If we can leave we can look for the Kajjdorr again."

After a while we found a significantly large group of undead. Lunarc took a shot with his rifle and start things off. He threw his gun to the ground and charged with Pint next to him. Normally I would look down at this. And I still do. But I trusted that he would be able to do just fine without me in his way. I pulled 10 out of 25 of the undead towards my way. In only a few seconds I killed the ghouls and skeletons, giving my time to study Lunarc's skill. I could tell he used rage as his greatest weapon. I looked down at complete rage but I could see why Lunarc would use it. He has his style of fighting and I have my own, I'll leave it that way.

"You kill each of those monsters as if they drank your last pint of ale!"

"Hah, it's the only way I know how to fight, Rolen!"

A small group of skeletons approached us.

"You think you can handle these skeletons alone, Lunarc. I want to jump up to a roof top and see how far away we are from the sick bay."

"By the time you come back all those skeletons will be scattered on the ground!"

"Good deal. Enjoy!"

I lepted on top of a building, trust Lunarc with the skeletons. I jumped around from building to building till I was on the tallest building and could see the other side of the city. As I was going back to Lunarc, I noticed a bar close by. I remembered its position and got back to Lunarc.

"Good work Lunarc!"

"Hah, child's play! Any idea how close we are?"

"Yea, we are almost there. But I saw a bar close by from here," I took out some gold from my pouch and gave it to Lunarc, "That should be enough for 2 pints."

"Ye only bet me one pint, why the extra pint?"

"You deserve old guy! Be sure to feed that bear of yours too. I'll be off to the sick bay, come over when you get done drinking."

"Aye, till next time!"

We went our seperate ways for now and I continued towards the sick bay.
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Maybe I make too many long post. :scratch: O well it's good. :thumbsup:

[Blackmoore]

Long posts= Pwnage. I won't post until you reach the stage that i'm at. I really wanna see what I get in return.

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow

One second I was hit by Meriphius's blast, the next second I was flying down through the air net to the cliffside. I'll never know why, but at that moment my last thoughts before I smashed down into the hard rocks below were about the taste of Dwarf wine during the breaks at Alleria's archery lessons.

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Night Elf
Class: Swordsman
Skills\Traits: Great Reflexes, Tracking, Strong Insticts
Equipment: Two scimitar blades, more effective in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir, used for a shockwave spell; a runeblade taken from Morte; standard leather armor

I stormed into the sick bay. I saw a priest taking care of a couple footmen. His attention was turned to me.

"May I help you? Is there something wrong?"

"I heard Blackmoore was sent here. Which barrack is he in?"

"He was in divisi..."

"Wait, 'was,' as in used to be?"

"Yes, he was in division 4."

"You know where he would be at now?"

"Defending Stormwind I suppose. He shouldn't be too far away since he only left a few minutes ago. For all I know he could be just outside division 4's barracks."

"Or on the other side of the city."

"Well maybe not for him. He still has a deep wound on his side. I'm afraid that he might fall during a battle because of his loss of blood."

This priest had a sign of threat in his eyes when I spoke to him. This priest was young and feared disappointing a man by telling him that he can no longer fight. Something he might regret soon, especially if Blackmoore dies because of the priest miscalculation of the wound's effectiveness on Blackmoore.

"If you think that he shouldn't be fighting then why did you let him out of here?"

"I could see the anger in Blackmoore's eyes. He wanted to fight and he wasn't gonna let anyone stand in his way. I didn't want to be in his way."

"Next time, don't hesitate."

I left the sick bay barracks and headed towards the area near the division 4 barracks. When I arrived there someone told me they saw Blackmoore go past a building not far away and I went towards that direction. As I turned a corner, I saw what has been happening.
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OOC: Have fun Blackmoore.

[The Flamestrike]

OT: Blackmoore, in the Alliance MS document, could you change my first post in the story (the start of the adventure) to first person please? That way it'd fit in more with the others.

[Doublehex]

Is it just me, or is this thread going slow all of a sudden?

[Fenikkusu]

It's been going pretty slow since after Cenkrill vs Garshtnar

[The Flamestrike]

It certainly seems that way. I can't think of anything to write at the moment. I want to see Garshtnar's reaction to Terald's falling off of the cliffedge.

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

Class: Undead Paladin (more of a warrior than a paladin-being undead kinds cuts you off almost completely from the Light).

Physical Appearance: Garshtnar looks a lot like what he looked like when he was living, besides the rotten skin and flies. He has white hair, muscular for a undead, and wears leather armor.

Equipment: A blade that have holy runes enscribes upon them.

History: In life Garshtnar was Malphrin Malastraun, a Paladin squire. However, he was killed in battle by Arthas. However, instead of becoming a zombie, he became a forsaken. On top of that, he wasn't forced to follow the lich king's will. He now seeks a cure for him self, if possible.

"We must move Garshtnar. Silvermoon isnt far off."

I pushed away his hand. "You damned bastard! You killed him! You killed him!"

I charged at him with my blade lunging at Meriphius. But he cast a froze spell on me. I was stuck.

"He whould of killed you Garshtnar. Now, I fear, you leave me with a choice. I chould leave you here, but I can't find out where the next runestone is without your crytsal. And you can't get to the Kajjdorr without my seal. Now, can you follow under the lead of a warlock?"

I was a fool then. A damned fool.

I agreed.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

umm... is this thread dead or what?....

[Fenikkusu]

c'mon people we gotta keep this story going!

[Blackmoore]

General Johan Christian Blackmoore
Race: Human
Class: Mainly Warrior, but has skills in basic healing and the ability to summon a messenger hawk.

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"Brother..."

"Aedelas! Stay with me!"

He shook his head. "I'm fine."

"Aedelas, how?"

"Blackmoore, take cover!"

I whipped around. There I saw Rolen with a throwing knife. And before I knew it, I had caught it. I don't know how, but I caught it. Rolen and Aedelas stood stunned.

"Johan, I knew you were good, but how good can you get?"

"Blackmoore, care to explain."

I grunted in discomfort. "Rolen, Aedalas Blackmoore, Lt General. Aedalas, Rolen, ally." And at that, I blacked out.

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Night Elf
Class: Swordsman
Skills\Traits: Great Reflexes, Tracking, Strong Insticts
Equipment: Two scimitar blades, more effective in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir, used for a shockwave spell; a runeblade taken from Morte; standard leather armor

"Aedelas..."

I felt stunned as to how Blackmoore, a human, was able to catch my knife. At the moment, though, I knew I had to get Blackmoore to safety. Aedelas lifted his head and looked at me.

"You were fighting him weren't you?"

"Shouldn't you be worrying about your general and get him to the sick bay?"

"Shouldn't you be worrying about your own blood?"

Aedelas was looking at me, preparing himself for a possible battle. Every few seconds he would look around my body searching for any possble hidden weapons. I was doing the same.

"Get him to the sick bay, Night Elf."

"Weren't we introduced? The name is Rolen. At the moment I want to know what happened to Johan."

"Maybe if you get him to the sick bay soon and he gets healed up he will tell you everything."

"From knowing myself, my patience might break before that. And who's to know that Johan isn't dead?"

"He isn't dead, but if he lays here for too long without treatment he might die, and who's fault would that be?"

Dispite my want to learn about Aedelas, he was correct. I had to get him to a priest now. I kept my eyes on Aedelas as I picked Johan up off the ground and started carrying him to the sick bay. As I turned a corner I found two footmen and asked them to take Blackmoore to the sick bay and also told them I would be there soon. I wasn't far from where Aedelas last was so I ran back to the location. As I arrived I found that there was no trace of his departure. I found several foot prints of other humans and undead, but no trace of anything that looked like Aedelas' boots. My next thought was that he had jumped up to the rooftops left like that, and if he could do that then it'd be too stressful to try and search for him.

I ran back to the closest sickbay and found that the footmen I talked to were just leaving. They told me the priest said that Blackmoore should be fine, and that soon he will regain composure. Until then they were going to defend the area. I remembered that I told Lunarc to come to the sick bay as soon as he finishes drinking. He should be coming along soon and Blackmoore might wake up during that time so the only thing I could do now was rest and wait for what was going to happen next.

[Blackmoon]

Name: Lunarc Bloodbeard
Race: Dwarf
Class: Hunter/Warrior
Weapons: A Long Rifle called “One-Shot”. Two ordinary Battle Axes.
Skills: Survival, Tracking
Age: 79
Misc: Has an animal companion, a bear called PintI kicked the door of the tavern open and walk in with grin on my face. Ahh... to be finally able to get some ale. The grin died as stench greeted me. There were rotting corpses everywhere. Mostly undead, but some humans as well. "Phew", I said waving my hand in front of my face to make the stench go away. "It be smellin' 'ere". I took my axes and started slowly moving trough the room. It was hard to tell when an undead was really dead and when it was just lying there waiting.

Pint followed me with keen eye as I moved across the room, ready to act if any of the undeads were still relatively alive. Apparently non were. "Anyone 'ere?!" I shouted. A silent and fearful voice answered me. It came below the bardesk. I walked to the desk, kicked it and growled: "Get yer arse up from 'tere and giv me a drink, will ya!" I saw a young boy rise behind the desk and look at me with frightened, doubtful eyes. "Nay, me be not a walkin' corpse", I said annoyed. "Me be a thirsty dwarf, so if ye won't get me something 't drink now, ye'll learn that thirsty dwarf be twice as dangerous as a walking corpse!" To give my words more weight I chopped my axe to the desk and it sunk deep to the wooden table.

As the boy turned away to get me a pint of ale, I started to remove my axe from the table. I had hitted with quite a force, so getting the axe off took some effort from me. Luckily, I managed to do it before the boy returned with a pint of cool ale. I took a loooong sip and sighted happily. I drank the ale and said: "Now go get me 'nother one. And get som' meat fer me buddy Pint 'ere too"

The boy ran off again, too afraid to speak anything. I shook my head and looked at Pint. Such cowardry didn't rate very high on my books. He brought me more ale and meat for Pint. I drank. Pint ate. I didn't ask what had happened here, as I wasn't really interrested. I donned my axe to my side and paid to the boy with the coins the night elf had given me. I then left the boy to worry about the corpses. The night elf had asked me to come to the sick bay after I'm done, so I started slowly moving towards the sick bay. There's no point rushing after a good pint of ale...

[The Flamestrike]

OOC: The numbers and speed of 'The Alliance' seem to have really slowed down. I'd kinda like to see who's still on here now. So if you still play this game, please post saying that you want to.

[Doublehex]

I'm still in. I started this thread, after all!

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

I'm in, but dont know what to post... plus i got sum things i gotta work out.. ill drop by to see if theres any progress...

[The Flamestrike]

I'm in, but dont know what to post... plus i got sum things i gotta work out.. ill drop by to see if theres any progress...

I remember you saying that you might kill your guy off sometime and get a new one. I was also thinking of giving Terald a rest for a little while now, and maybe change to a different character. An Orc perhaps, to give the story a new bad guy, to go with Cenkrill.

[Blackmoore]

I'm here. Just cooking up something nice for Aedalas.

[Blackmoon]

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I be still in :)

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

Yeh ill bring my old char back and continue with him from where i left off back in the old alliance rise up threads... yeh ill probably kill off my guy soon

[Sin'Drowlithicus]

I'm still in.

[Gastone]

I'm in also, but dont know what to post...i have to find a way to pop in again..

[Fenikkusu]

I'm still in if you havent guessed.

[Cenkrill]

I'm still in, but like most of you, I don't know what to post. I'm still checking the thread whenever I have the chance though, so I wont fall behind, and I'll post something when I think of something to post. :)

[Doublehex]

I hate writer's block.

[Sin'Drowlithicus]

I concur with Cenkrill...

[The Flamestrike]

I think I'll give Terald a rest for a while, and play as a new bad guy character. I know this guy might seem a bit over powered, but please bear with me on this one. Here goes...

Name: Raga Skullgripper
Race: Chaos Orc
Class: Warrior
History: Raga was born as the son of an Orc warrior into the Demon-worshipping Blackrock clan of Orcs. As an Orcling, he witnessed the destructive battles against the Humans in the Second War, but ultimately the crazed Orcs were defeated and the Blackrock clan were driven into hiding in the mountains, where they continued their worship of the Demons. There, Raga became a powerful fighter in the war against the Alliance, spawining a lust for blood in him, and Raga rose through the ranks through strength, malice and cruelty until he became the single Chieftain and leader of the clan, after Arthas slew Jubei'Thos. Raga ruled his Blackrock clan with an iron fist, killing anyone who tried to usurp his authority. The other Orcs followed him in their thirst for blood. He began a campaign of evil, attacking the Humans from the shadows whenever possible, until his clan was beaten back by a group of paladins under a man called Malphrin Malastraun. Despite this, Raga refused Thrall and Drek'Thar's efforts to convert the Orcs from the Demonic madness to the Shamanic teachings, and such was his exposure to Demonic worship, that Raga became a Chaos Orc, with the cursed blood of Demons in his veins. After the chaos of the Third War, he gathered up the other warriors of the Horde that would not make peace with the Humans, and added them to his own clan soldiers, to wreak death upon the Alliance. Now, Raga has made his way to Stormwind, where he and his warriors hope to destroy Humanity once and for all...


I smirked as I rode on my Wolf through the ranks of the Undead Forsaken, who were scattered about in their trenches outside the city known as Stormwind. Apparently, the Humans had driven back this attack. Behind me marched about half a thousand well armed Orc and Troll soldiers, and several catapults. I juped off of my wolf, and strode up to a Death knight.

"So this is the best assault that Sylvanas can pull off? A band of Undead throwing themselves at a wall of Human archers? She must be losing her touch." I growled.

"Quiet, Orc. We've been waiting for your 'reinforcements' for over an hour. And besides, Garhstnar is here."

The name Garhstnar sent me into deep thought, but outwardly I laughed mirthlessly. " Pathetic. All you've done so far is attract the Humans' attention. Now let me show you how to destroy this city."

I turned to my Troll general Xel'jun.

"Fire the ctapults! Reduce this city to rubble!"

"Yah, chieftain! FIRE!"

With that, the second attack began...

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Night Elf
Class: Swordsman
Skills\Traits: Great Reflexes, Tracking, Strong Insticts
Equipment: Two scimitar blades, more effective in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir, used for a shockwave spell; a runeblade taken from Morte; standard leather armor

Patience, something I lacked. Sitting here, waiting for something to happen, I don't enjoy doing that type of thing. I would rather make things happen, but I need to wait, despite my wants. I haven't seen an undead since after I came to the sick bay. I sat down and started examining Morte's blade. He was a powerful druid, one that I won't forget any time soon. The undead knew how to make their swords, this blade is both deadly and beutiful. Someday I'll unlock it's true power.

I pulled out Zeir's sword and compared it to Morte's. Zeir's was pretty basic, nothing very noticable out of it other than the druid carvings. Morte's sword had some very dynamic spikes and carvings in it. This sword would catch a pretty gold at any merchant shop, but I don't expect myself to be selling this thing soon.

*whistling*

"What in the world is that?"

*crash*

"No! Not yet! The undead reinforcements arrived! Everyone, back to your positions!"

I have no idea how to lead an army. But someone has to tell these people somethings happening. Everyone was rushing around, grabbing their weapons, making sure they left nothing behind before they went back to defending the walls.

*crash*

"What are those undead shooting at us!"

*whistling* I looked up in the air and saw balls of fire flying through the air. The undead weren't attacking, it's the orcs! Those reinforcements arrived, sooner than I anticipated. Atleast I have something to do now.

"Hah! Back to killing!"

[Blackmoore]

OOC: Alright Fenikkusu!

General Johan Christian Blackmoore
Race: Human
Class: Mainly Warrior, but has skills in basic healing and the ability to summon a messenger hawk.

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Once again, I awoke. Same bed. Same sheets.

"Blackmoore! I told you to be careful!"

"Quiet you. I wasn't going to let a child die. Do you have any healing spells that would completely heal me?"

"Yes one, but I need to disenchant something. Do you have anything? Preferrably amulets?"

"Yeah." I handed the preist Aedelas's Amulet. An expression of shock grew on his face.

"Blackmoore! Do you know what this is? This is the Amulet of the Kajjdorr! Unless, this is the fableled duplicate!"

"Go on priest."

"This amulet shall lead you to it's other part. The original or the fake. Both are required for the opening of the chamber. The power of the amulet lies in the history of the bearer. If good, it will grant it's control, if not, it will destroy you. This Blackmoore, will heal you."

"Thank you." With that, I donned the amulet. A blinding light shot out from the amulet and surged through me. I could feel the power coarsing through me, healing wounds. With no warning, the light moved to my sword, which split the light into 5 runes, embedding themselves into the sword. I was bewildered.

CRASH!

"What the hell was that?"

A footman rushed in. "General! The orcs have arrived! We need you out here!"

"Noted! I'll be there. Priest, many thanks. May the light be with you."

I left quickly, eager to test my newly powered sword.

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Lieutenant General Aedelas Blackmoore
Race: Undead
Class: Warrior. Uses Shield and Sword.

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I breathed heavily as the many thoughts ran through my head. How will I get around? What is happening? Where is Johan? I finally sat down on a rooftop and took out some spring water. I gulped down what remained and closed my eyes. I looked at myself. Flesh missing from my legs, leg bones showing. My arm bones showing. Bits of flesh remaining. I sighed. I was not used to my demise. I remember little, but I remember enough. I remember Thrall. I remeber Durnholde and I remember Slyvanas. All of it. I was ressurected by her and she uesd that amulet, whatever it was to control me. *****. I couldn't help but think what was to happen to me. Should I banish myself. I punched the roof. Stupid of me. I heard a creaking, then cracking and then me hitting the wood of the house. I shook my head and looked around.

"Hello?" No one there.

I rummaged through the house and found a cloak. I put it on, covering my steel armor, which still shone like a star. As I looked around, I tripped on a book, which I skimmed through. I could not believe it! I have a new goal, a new motivation, and a new life. I have to find Langston. I have to find Johan. I have to tell them about it.

About the Kadjorr.

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

Class: Undead Paladin (more of a warrior than a paladin-being undead kinds cuts you off almost completely from the Light).

Physical Appearance: Garshtnar looks a lot like what he looked like when he was living, besides the rotten skin and flies. He has white hair, muscular for a undead, and wears leather armor.

Equipment: A blade that have holy runes enscribes upon them.

History: In life Garshtnar was Malphrin Malastraun, a Paladin squire. However, he was killed in battle by Arthas. However, instead of becoming a zombie, he became a forsaken. On top of that, he wasn't forced to follow the lich king's will. He now seeks a cure for him self, if possible.

Ten days. Ten days since Terald tumbled off a cliff. Ten days since I was nearly killed by Terald. Ten days since I swore an alliegance to a warlock.

Ten days since I trully felt dead again.

Meriphius and I reached Silvermoon, but it was not a fabled city of legends as I whould remember reading from books. It was a city of ruin, of corrupted soil, of polluted air and streames. It was nothing.

I trudged slowly behind Meriphius, doing my best not to slip on the steep hillside. I had to control myself, to not strike at Meriphius. Part of my surrender was a collar around my neck. If I killed Meriphius, the collar would kill me as well.

At last, we arrived at the Sun Well, where the shard was pointing at.

"Open it" Meriphius ordered. I obeyed, placing the shard in the well. The water drained, revealing a flight of stairs leading underground.

"Lead on, undead."

I followed the stairs, leading myself into darkness.

[The Flamestrike]

Nice post DH, but you seem to be about 10 days ahead of everyone else.

[Doublehex]

Just say that evreyone is at the same stage that Garshtnar is at. And by stage, I mean timeframe.

[Blackmoore]

Anyone have any objections to my double character style posting? I know someone did this with a gnome in the Original Alliance.

[The Flamestrike]

I've got no problems with it, just as long as you make it easy to tell which one you're playing as.

[Blackmoore]

Ok...just to check activity, could everyone just post a section where their character is walking, killing or doing something.

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Night Elf
Class: Swordsman
Skills\Traits: Great Reflexes, Tracking, Strong Insticts
Equipment: Two scimitar blades, more effective in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir, used for a shockwave spell; a runeblade taken from Morte; standard leather armor

*Rolen flies over the fortress wall and lands gracefully*

"I have two questions for you all."

The orcs stared at me, waiting for me to make the first move.

"Would you like to retreat now and save your lives?"

The orcs continued staring at me with no sign of retreat. I knew this would happen due to their great amount of pride and honor for their race. It's very respectable.

"Ok, I'll just trash that question for you. Now question number two. Pick a sword, any sword."

Orcs grew more angry. Most of the support class orcs finished up on their last spells before they start attacking me. Their trademark spell, bloodlust, has been shared throughout the group of orcs of about 50, all eyes on me.

"Wait, wait, wait. I'm sorry, that wasn't a question...Give me a moment I'll think of another one."

I put my head down and into my hand. The orcs used this as a chance to attack me while my attention was elsewhere.

"Did you expect this!?"

I swiftly whipped out Zeir and launched myself in the air. As I went past the walls several archers poped up from their hiding positions behind the wall's top and let loose their arrows. The orcs were easily blindsighted and didn't expect this. Their frontline dropped faster than a deer shot by a hunter's arrow. I fell down from my flight and landed with my scimitars at hand.

"Since you won't pick a sword, I'll do it for ya. These shall be good enough. Now let the fun begin!"

War, something that was in my blood. Fear, something I induce to my enemies and not vice versa. Death, it has yet to come for me. Some might say I have a bit of orc in me. At any moment during a fight I can be seen with a smile on my face. I think that's the reason why I do so great in battle. Everything I am supposed to be afraid of makes me smile. Am I satisfied? No, of course not. Even though I smile at all times because I do something I love, as long as I am alive and as long as I know there isn't something that could out do me, I will never be satisfied.

Here's to war, here's to death, here's to fun!

[Cenkrill]

Name: Cenkrill
Race: Forsaken
Age: 25
Class: Priest
Equipment: Broadsword, metal greaves and gauntlets, black hooded robe.
Description: Being buried for only a short time, Cenkrill has risen from the dead with only mild signs of decay affecting his hands and feet. He has blonde hair that just reaches past his jaw line and his eyes have golden irises. He is tall with a fairly masculine build and his face is hidden by his hood at all possible times. From a distance he looks human but up close you can see that his skin is pale.
History: Cenkrill’s parents were both priests of Lordaeron, and it was only fitting that he follow their in footsteps. So he did, and became one of the best. Though he lost faith in the light after his parents both died of natural causes, he soon became reacquainted with it after he fell in love with a high elven priestess by the name of Selende. They became enthralled with each other, and soon became engaged, but their love was not to last. When the plague began to get out of hand Selende was sent to a village to help find a cure, that was the last Cenkrill ever saw of her.
Weeks later reports were received stating that the village was raised. While this was hard to bear, he once again lost faith in the light after he received Selende’s blood coated engagement ring, and this time he fell into darkness. In his sorrow the dark forces of magic quickly took hold and he became obsessed with learning them and about their dark origins. At this time, the Scourge were everywhere and any act of dark magic lead to quick execution. The Paladins killed Cenkrill on the same day Arthus ‘succeeded’ his father and lead Lordaeron to its doom. However he was not allowed to linger in death, for soon after, the Dark Lady Sylvanas claimed Lordaeron for her own and Cenkrill was resurrected along with others to bolster her Forsaken ranks.
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As I moved towards the gate, from atop my mount I could see the tortured faces of the dead, their eyes open, their mouths gaping.
But like the wind against a castle, I was not moved, not stirred. Their death was going to happen some day, we were all born to die.

I road through the gate, which lay shattered on either side by the Forsaken forces, who's bodies now lay scattered across the city along with the humans.

While searching the dead for the faces I wanted, I heard weeping coming from the shadows of an ally. Dismounting, I headed towards the darkness.

'Who's, who's there?' The voice was of a child, a girl no more than ten. She had her arms wrapped around her knees, tears running down her face.

The girl scrambled backwards along the ground. 'Who?' She stammered again, getting up.

I drew my sword, and with a push watched as her mouth moved into an all to familiar gaping position, her eyes open. Pulling my sword back freed her from her standing position and she crumbled onto the ground.

But like the wind against a castle, I was not moved, not stirred. Her death was going to happen some day, we were all born to die.

Death is destiny.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

Name: Spyck Daymen

Race: Human.

Class: Novice of the Dark Arts.

Age: 28

Appearance: 6'ft 4, Red hair covering some of his face, Medium Build, Black Colored Eyes, Not much of a people Person and doesn’t like anything that isn't Human...

Equipment:He wears a Dark coat with a long white under shirt with long red leather pants, and black leather shoes. He has a Sign of the Crescent Moon on his back.

History: Spyck has had a Troubled past; His parents were slaughtered by the undead. His thirst for demonic magic is overwhelming, his heart burns with Dark Powers...He now seeks revenge.
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As I retreated back behind the gates of the great city, the Orcs and Trolls scurried furiously through what was left of our ranks, only but a few archers on the towers and some militia were left to handle the Horde invaders. I was aching inside I needed to rest, my mind was in agony.

*I’ve lost all my energy, I can’t go on but I must, these people have lost there lives so I must keep going*

I reached into the sky, clearing my mind of everything… I took a deep breath and started to conjure something I have never before, it was an infernal but in a way it was different I could feel it.

I let out a huge scream “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

The sky got cloudy then lightning started to crackle, something came down, something big. It crashed just outside of the gates of the great city; it killed a small mob of Headhunters.

When it arose its color was different it was the color of my heart, it was black with red cracks all over its body, its flames were of a purple color.

With the last look at my infernal I knew that I needed to rest I had nothing left,. So I fell to the ground unconscious.

OT; Short post for now... dunno what else to write about

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

Class: Undead Paladin (more of a warrior than a paladin-being undead kinds cuts you off almost completely from the Light).

Physical Appearance: Garshtnar looks a lot like what he looked like when he was living, besides the rotten skin and flies. He has white hair, muscular for a undead, and wears leather armor.

Equipment: A blade that have holy runes enscribes upon them.

History: In life Garshtnar was Malphrin Malastraun, a Paladin squire. However, he was killed in battle by Arthas. However, instead of becoming a zombie, he became a forsaken. On top of that, he wasn't forced to follow the lich king's will. He now seeks a cure for him self, if possible.

As I walked the cavern floors, I noticed that it was incredibily soft,wet, and slippery. Even the walls held the same substance. It wasn't long til I hear the sound of Meriphius' light spell, illuminating the passage.

I started inly in horror.

The entire cavern floors and walls, it was all living, bleeding, flesh!

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Raga Skullgripper
Race: Chaos Orc
Class: Warrior


I laughed as I watch my catapults launch flaming boulders through the sky into the city's outer buildings, destroying them. Orc catapults were the best siege weapons you could have. Suddenly, one of the buring missiles smashed into the front gates, destroying them in a burst of fire and wood.

"The city is breached!" a guard cried. At last!

I gave a great roar, and turned to Xel'Jun the Troll captain.

"Do not stop the asssault until Stormwind is destroyed. Kill them all!" I cried, before I drew a long, curved blade.

"With pleasure, bossman!"

With that, hundreds of savage Orcs and Trolls swarmed through the Stormwind gates, slaying anybody in their path. I was at the front of the charge, bellowing as I ripped my sword through fleeing Humans, regardless of whether they were soldiers, women, or children.

"Death to the Alliance!" I screamed.

But it seemed a Nigh Elf warrior was putting up a fierce fight near the wall, holding his ground against my soldiers. I rode towards him on my wolf, and dismounted in front of him.

"So, another foolish Orc come to die?" the Night Elf said.

"Save your breath, faery. You'll need to save it for when I drive my sword into your lungs!" I roared as I raised my black blade.

With that, the duel begin.

OOC: Fenikkusu, you're on.

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Night Elf
Class: Swordsman
Skills\Traits: Great Reflexes, Tracking, Strong Insticts
Equipment: Two scimitar blades, more effective in battles against demons; a long sword from Zeir, used for a shockwave spell; a runeblade taken from Morte; standard leather armor

"Save your breath, faery. You'll need to save it for when I drive my sword into your lungs!"

The orc had his sword ready.

"One moment please. I'd like to switch weapons."

The orc was patient enough to let me put my scimitars away and take out Zeir's sword. But when I had touched Zeir's sword the orc charged at me. I jumped back and prepared to strike back but the orc took another try at me. I parried his attack and used Zeir's power to send him flying back.

"What's your name, orc?"

"You won't need know. Even if I told you, you won't be alive long enough to tell anyone."

"Well, maybe I like to know the name of my potential reaper before I die."

The orc was annoyed once more and charged. I charged as well. We met with swords locked. I was first to bring my sword back and try another attack. Slash for slash we met eachother. I wasn't using my shockwaves on him yet since I wanted to study his skill. The orc steped back and took a powerful swing at me, I dodged. Before he was able to attack again I jumped back farther away. I put my sword away and took out Morte's blade. I spun the blade around, throwing out shadow bolts at the orc.

The orc dodged the first few but one was going straight to his face and he didn't have a chance to move. The bolt hit him perfectly, but it didn't effect him at all.

"Hah, how weak!"

Hmmm, maybe I shouldn't use this anymore.

I put Morte's blade away but the orc used this as a chance for attack. I could only take out my scimitar to parry his strike. With my off hand I took out Zeir's sword again and launched a shockwave at the nameless orc. He was sent flying and landed roughly on the ground. I let him get up.

"Hows about we try this again? What's your name, orc?"

[Preach]

OFF TOPIC: Alright, whats up guys. Some of you might remember me...probably not. I was in the origional Alliance a LONG time ago haha. I had nothing to do as I am a lazy bugger and decided to check out the old threads. When I got here i saw the new Alliance. Last time I had to back out do to being busy. But now i have nothing to do so i decided to try and get back in. If someone wanted to give me a quick relay as to what is going on...that is if its alright for me to join? anyways. if its alright i will make my character and entry post. Thanks and talk to you all laters.

Some of you might remeber me as
Dungeon Master 69

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[Blackmoore]

DM!!! Yay!

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Raga Skullgripper
Race: Chaos Orc
Class: Warrior

I grunted as I got up. This Night Elf was stronger than the ones I'm used to killing.

"Heh, not what you're used to, hmm, little Orc?" the Night Elf mocked.

"Watch your manners, Faery!" I roared, as I pulled out my second blade. With that, I charged forward, sword over my head. The Night Elf raised his sword to block my blow, but at that moment I activated my sword's power. The steel ran blue with lightning, and as our swords hit, the lightning surged into the Night Elf's blade, hurling him to his feet. I chuckled as I approached him, sword drawn.

"Now, learn the name of your definate reaper: Raga Skullgripper of the Blackrock Clan!"

With that, I readied my killing blow.

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Night Elf
Class: Swordsman
Skills\Traits: Great Reflexes, Tracking, Strong Insticts
Equipment: Two scimitar blades, more effective in battles against demons; a long sword from Zeir, used for a shockwave spell; a runeblade taken from Morte; standard leather armor

"Rage, you will not match me!"

I smashed Zeir's sword against the ground, causing me to fly several feet in the air.

"Get back here, faery, and accept your death!"

"The name's Rolen, learn it well!"

In midair I started to spin. With my grace I put my sword away and pulled out both my scimitars. Me spinning with my scimitars, I appeared to be a twisting tornado of power and force. With full spinning force I was still able to notice Rage's movements for some reason unknown to me, but I didn't care to much about. I noticed how Rage was going to strikeback at me while I seemed to be defenseless. I attacked his swords, parrying his counterattack. After that I continued turning and kicked Rage at his side with all my force. He was thrown to the side.

As I landed, I noticed more happening. My eyes started to act on me. Everything around me became dark, I could see nothing, I became blind.

"Hah! You still have the blood of the demons in you! You have no idea what this means."

"Yes, as a Chaos Orc I still have the demon blood in me."

"This will be so much easier for me now. At the moment I am blind."

"Blind!? Hah, I thought this was going to be a real fight but now this will be easier than killing a child!"

"You have no idea. I might be blind, but I can sense your movements. I can feel your presence. I am able to notice your movements before you do them. All thanks to your demon blood. You have no chance of hurting me..."

"Without magic."

"Yes, without magic. Now, would you like to continue this battle or shall I do it?"

[Alakon]

Any room for a half-witted imp? :cheesy:
Brief run-down.
Was a familiar to an undead Warlock name Andregas. Warlock was killed in a power struggle with another. Imp's bonds are freed as a result of all the chaotic shadow magic thrown around.
Finds himself in a whole new world with people and large sticks. :clap:
Andregas searches for his lost pet.
I'm the imp.

[Blackmoore]

Sound Interesting. I like it. We needs some diversity, so give us some sample writing!

[Alakon]

The sun was warm, the air fresh, and grass soft, it was all in all, a lovely day.
How I hated it!
I have existed on this mortal plane for all of three days, and I have already learned the meaning of hate.
I rolled over, my small back complaining as I stretched out my tortured wings.
I growled at the injustice of it all, well... more like squeaked, an imp's lungs doesn't allow for much growling. Unlike that short demon. I had only stopped by to ask for some bread and maybe some cheese, and the dwarf had rushed out of his home waving a stick at me as if I mean't to burn his house down, well, the thought had occurred but only ver briefly. Now, a stick may not mean much to you mortals, but to a foot and a half imp, that stick starts to look very threatening.
Suddenly I heard a noise behind me.
I leapt to the air and spun around, and saw my attacker. It was the most fearsome thing I ever saw! The huge white woolly mammoth glared at me with evil eyes, while pretending to chew grass. Grass!
As if I would fall for such a pathetic disguise, it was obvious this menace planned to devour me in my sleep. It was covered in thick woolly hair and it maw opened and closed, as if imagining a tiny imp inside, it's little feet shuffling, ready to lash out...
Suddenly there was a roar and a growing shudder, it sounded like thunder, but I couldn't see a single lovely cloud on this accursed sunny day. Shade... I needed shade to rest my poor bloated head and away from that horrible creature. I nestled my heroic self in the cradling arms of two limbs, trying to imagine the comforts of home, a gentle soothing rock bed, while his siblings heated the rocks with their own demon fire, such charming children...
I awoke briefly to see a small army descend down the hills towards me.
I looked up and saw that it was just a couple of undead, nothing to be overly concerned about. Unless my master was among them!
Since I was so heroic and courageous, I did the only thing I could in face of such circumstances. I hid.

[Alakon]

Oops. Didn't know I needed a list, here goes.
Race:Demon/ Imp
Class:Familiar
Name:Poog
Descrip: Small. Not sure of the standard size, but Poog's one and a half feet.
Maybe that's 2 big. He's not exactly the brightest bulb, but at times he can come up with the most startling solutions. Problem is, they usually work!
He had a number of powerful tricks that he doesn't really think to use, and he's pretty much a loser.
Makes a refreshing change to most characters.
History: See above, cos I'm too lazy to write it again.

[Alakon]

Not that I'm really an authority on the subject. But maybe a villain (antagonist)
or stupid bad guy should be sorted out before you start this sort of thing.
Maybe that's why Warcraft: Gates of Legacy or somesuch died. :bow:

[Doublehex]

Interesting character you got there. I like it. Nothing is better than a cowardly imp. You're in!

Man I love this place.

[Alakon]

Do you mind Doublehex if I use your Warlock Meriphius as the dude that fought Andregas, my imp's original master. It could provide an interesting twist.
Just a thought.

P.S I really have no idea how to do this, I was only aware of the internet world two weeks ago. Be gentle on a poor soul and point me right. :innocent:

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

...you've only known about the internet for the past 2 weeks?.. man you've missed ages and ages of staying up and searching for answers no one has asked.. man you've got ages and ages to catch up, now 1st u got porn, tonz of file sharing, and these forums, and chatting with 50 year old men that pretend to be horny cheerleaders.. so yeh have fun!!!

[Alakon]

First, thanks for the effort to keep me bright and pure.
Second, I should rephrase my earlier statement.
I use the internet regularly for... various things:evil: , I just didn't know they had actual forums for games like these.
Bit of an oversight.

[Alakon]

Heres my second post. Seeing as everyone seems to be waiting with bated breath to see who decides to win the duel between Rolen and Raga,
I've decided to fill the gaps as I too sit anxiously on the edge of my respective seat.

Name:Poog
Class:Imp
Age:A sprightly 142
Description: ! and a half feet. Slightly dull, not exactly the most heroic figure. Oh, and did I mention he was a demon? An imp really, but a status to be proud of.

The air was filled with moaning, as the undead group marched, well, trudged their way down the dirt track., It was to my satisfaction that the dwarf that had beaten me with that awful stick has scurried inside like the cowardly rat he was. As I have spent some time with the denizens of the sewers I am an authority on these matters.
My brilliant interpretations of mortal existence were rudely interrupted by a hoarse shout “At ‘em lads!”
I struggled to see from my perch in the tree, but it appeared that the slavering beasts had been ambushed by more of the short demons, waving maces and various implements of bruising.
As the entire Dwarven ambush consisted of about a dozen dwarves, against an even thirty undead, I had to commend the Dwarves courage.
The air was filled with battle cries and the sound of steel and flesh, but the tree largely obscured the battle, so naturally I had to get closer to the action.
I swooped down, I rather like that word swoop, makes me think of a predator going for the kill… anyway I swooped down to the ground.
And was met with the rather disturbing visage of an undead ghoul gaping at me, I was so close I could feel the zombie’s putrefied breath against my skull like a hot wind. Dastardly things, those undead, no respect for people’s sensibilities or noses.
Some more of it’s flesh slid off it’s face and it made a grab for me, I made an impressive spin and flitted through it’s rotten embrace. Hmmm, don’t like the word flitted, makes me think of pretty little birds, the kind I can’t digest.
The ghoul grabbed again and managed to snag my leg, well, I wasn’t having any of that, it was time to perform one of my brilliant escape ploys. I belched a flame of fire in the ghouls face and with a stunning display of raw power, teleported myself…
Directly into the battle. Quite clever of me really, I mean, what better place to observe than smack bang in the middle of it?
I dived to the ground as a steel mace sailed through the air attempting to deprive my of my first class seat. Luckily, the nasty dwarf missed, and instead had smashed an undead warrior in the jaw.
The dwarves were doing better than I gave them credit for as far as I could tell, judging by the shouts and the general number of undead dead.
I had always wondered about that, how could an undead be dead? A mystery to ponder. But for the moment, the battle was of far more interest.
“For Khaz Modan!” a dwarf roared in my ear as he brutally assaulted a poor walking corpse, his hammer mangling and pulping the thing till it fell. Gore spattered the dwarf’s ugly red-bearded visage, and his beady little eyes found me.
“An imp! Foul servant of demons! May ye carcass rot in hell fer all eternity!” he shrieked, spittle flecking his mouth as he brandished his hammer. In altogether unnecessary demonstration, I thought. Oops, time to be elsewhere.
I poofed and crackled as I teleported, I’m sure the dwarf was suitably impressed.

[Doublehex]

Sure Akron, you can use Meriphius. He is there for all!

[Preach]

OFF TOPIC : Now its been a little while and still I havent been told whats been going on lately, so I am goin to put my character up there for accetance and then wait a little longer for a quick summary.

ON TOPIC :

Name: Preach
Race: Human
Class: Mage/Priest
History: Preach was born in Stormwind, he grew up in the convent of Stormwind Keep.His first years were spent as a priest apprentice, after 5 years he became adept. The idea of being a priest no longe appealed to Preach so he searched for another place to learn. He left the convent at the age of 15. After a few days travel he found a mages guild in Stormwind. He trained there for 15 years and became a master. He left stormwind in search of adventure.
Description: Preach stnds 5'10" and weighs roughly 150 lbs. He has flowing black hair and dark silver eyes. He has a large staff with archaic runes carved all over it. At the tip is a large blue gem. When casting a spell the gem glowed an eerie blue. He wears a skin tight black and grey body suit that is extremely flexable. He has a cloak that is dark red.

OFF TOPIC :

Well there ya go. Hope you like him. Tell me if its aright to join.

[Doublehex]

Sounds good to me. You're in!

[Blackmoon]

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I apologize. I've had a very busy week and haven't had the time to even open my computer really. And Alakon ... I just looove the character of yours :)

Anyway, I'm playing with a thought of maybe bringing in the character I plan to play on WoW: an orc shaman (that would mean not having Lunaric around any more, since I don't want to play with two chars). I'm not yet quite sure where he would stand here, since he wouldn't really fit to side with chaos orcs and undead without a very good reason.

Anyway, comments? If you want, I'll keep on Lunaric. :)

[The Flamestrike]

OOC: I'm back. Sorry for the delay. BTW, Blackmoon, I think you should stay as a Dwarf. Lunaric was a good supporting character, and I liked his humour when it came to his bear, drinking, and fighting. He was a bit like Gimli, really.

Name: Raga Skullgripper
Race: Chaos Orc
Class: Warrior

This was an interesting turn of events. The Night Elf was a Demon Hunter. This was going to be one of the greatest battles I've ever fought. Still, one little Night Elf won't stop me, even if he is a Demon Hunter.

"I'll say it again: Do you want to continue this batle?" Rolen asked.

"I thought that the Demon Hunters were long extinct, but anyway, I will continue this battle until your head is displayed for all to see on my blade!"
I roared, as I sent a large disk of fire scything through the air. Rolen easily anticipated it with his skills. It was just the bait for my trap, nothing more. Rolen sprang forward and ripped his magic blade through the disk, destroying it.
But I summoned all my wind powers together and darted forward, and just as Rolen turned to meet me, I attacked. My fire disk had caught Rolen's attention first, letting me get to him. With that, I thrust my sword straight at his neck, but his Demon Hunter skills managed to work in time, and he twisted away, and the sword only cut into his shoulder. Still, it was better than nothing. Wincing, Rolen painfully backstepped, avoiding my next swing, gripping his bloody shoulder in his hand.

"Now, faery," I said, putting emphasis on the 'faery' part, "Would you like to continue this battle or shall I do it?" I growled.

[Alakon]

Thnx to both. My imps' size has been modified.

Name:Poog
Size: Modification- Half a foot
Class:Familiar
Race: Demon/Imp
Age: 142

I blasted the infernal things, conjuring pillars of flame to consume them in mortal anguish, to wrap them in demon fire and burn their souls to cinders. I hurled mighty blasts of flame to destroy them.
One by one I annihilated my enemies. I surveyed the blackened battlefield, and exulted over my fallen foes.
Yup, I thought with satisfaction those flowers aren’t going to threaten me anymore!
I had just teleported myself somewhere high up on a hill where I had a lovely view of the surrounding wasteland. Imagine my shock and horror when I had turned around to see them! Lines of flowers were advancing on me, threatening me with their waving petals and deceptive swaying motion designed to lull me into a false sense of security. Well, not me! I wasn’t going to fall for that. I shook my head, this plane had so many cunning traps for an imp, and it was hard even for one of my vast intellect and cunning to keep up with it.
With that menace obliterated, I turned my attention to the horizon where I could see a little grey smudge. Smoke? Where’s there’s smoke there’s fire as my brood mother (in other words great x five grandmother) always used to say. And where there’s fire, there should be an imp.
I leapt into the air, departing the smoking craters below me and surveyed the land. I pitted my brain in an arduous battle of calculating the exact distance to the smoke, utilizing landmarks and using trigonometry to triangulate it using the position of the sun. Then with all of my stunning mathematical calculations, I decided that I was hungry, and teleported myself there.

At first it was total confusion, I flailed around against the beams of golden light, as it seared into my flesh, pricking and scraping and itching. I frantically beat my wings and clawed free, and found I had torn apart a pile of straw. I was quite pleased with myself. Then my poor ears were assaulted by a barrage of hoarse shouting and the ringing of steel upon steel. I noticed that I was surrounded by high stonewalls, how was I to get out? But I mustered heroic resolve not to panic, momentarily forgetting that I was gifted with a pair of lovely wings. I noticed that the grey smudge had not in fact been smoke, but the bleak walls surrounding me.
I noticed the great gaping holes crumbling the tops of the walls, I noticed some buildings were collapsing; I noticed the roaring and shouting of men fighting outside the walls. I noticed I was in a city.
I also noticed that the city was under attack, but what I almost failed to notice was the real action, happening in front of my face.
Two figures were performing a dance of death, both were extremely skilled, and both seemed deadly earnest. One of the figures was thick and burly, and his curving tusks, was the only word I could put to them, he wielded two blades, one as black as the depths of hell and he had a face to match. His opponent was a Night elf, and wielded only one sword, but had another at rest. He was tall and lithe, as was characteristic of his race. And he wielded his weapon with deadly grace; I jumped as a wheel of fire sliced through the air at the Nightelf, the Nightelf countered so quickly I barely followed. They both evidently used magic as well. But the Orc thrust at the Nightelf, the Nightelf was fortunate and evaded the attack, getting away with only a small cut to the shoulder.
This is really getting good I thought.

[Alakon]

Dudes, post something. I'd hate to be posting to myself.
Not much activity...

[Fenikkusu]

Out of character: Alakon, Rolen has 4 swords all together. 2 scimitars, 1 longsword, and a runeblade. At the time you poped up he had his 2 scimitars out. Now back to the battle.

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Night Elf
Class: Swordsman
Skills\Traits: Great Reflexes, Tracking, Strong Insticts
Equipment: Two scimitar blades, more effective in battles against demons; a long sword from Zeir, used for a shockwave spell; a runeblade taken from Morte; standard leather armor

I finally started to bleed. Since my being here in Stormwind I have yet to be wounded so much as I am now. Such a great thing that I am now fighting someone that could possible outmatch me. I dashed at Rage and started slashing at him. He parried all my strikes until he jumped back and swung his main sword at me. I parried but he activated the swords magic and I was electricuted and sent flying. I landed on the ground and dashed back at Rage but soon Rage did the same thing as before. I noticed that Zeir's sword as starting to get warm. Without thinking, I smashed my fist in the ground. The shockwave threw Rage off and he landed roughly on the ground. Still not thinking I threw myself with another shockwave spell towards Rage. I took a strong slash at Rage but he was able to parry my attack but when he hit my sword he was thrown off again by another shockwave.

Soon I started to feel a colder aura coming from Morte's sword. Yet cold, I still felt stronger. I started throwing shadow bolts through my scimitars. Unlike my previous try with shadow bolts, these were actually effective. Rage got hit by the first bolt in his chest and found out that these bolts actually hurt. He started dodging the rest of the bolts then threw three flaming disc at me. I knocked the first disc down, side stepped the second, then once again without thinking I shot the third disc with a shockwave, causing it to be sent back to Rage. Rage has dashing at me after he sent the three disc and expected to get another strike at me. Now he had to dodge his own attack. He side stepped, caught the disc, then continued dashing at me. I parried his swords but the disc he caught, he slashed into my gut.

I was now bleeding from two places, and Rage had not a cut on him. Even though my cuts weren't majorly serious, they were still effective. There was no way I was gonna run from this fight, even with things looking grim for me.

"Two cuts against my zero." Rage stood looking at his body, brushing off dirt. Mocking my injuries.

"Even if I had a thousand cuts, you only need one to die."

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Out of Character: Will finish my piece of this fight later today.

[Blackmoore]

General Johan Christian Blackmoore
Race: Human
Class: Mainly Warrior, but has skills in basic healing and the ability to summon a messenger hawk.


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Running out of the building I unsheathed my sword, preparing myself for battle. I scaled the walls with the nearing ladders and like the many other footmen, jumped down to the outside of Stormwind where the raging orcs ramming the walls of the city.

"By the command of Stormwind, I prevent you from breaching the city. If you refuse, you have no choice but death."

It was obvious they would rather choose death than giving up, but it was worth a try.

"Well then, FEEL THE WRATH OF MY BLADE!"

With the rage building, I charged towards the nearest orc, stunning him and sweeped at his legs, knocking him to the grounds. Now, usually I would have stabbed him but instead, I rolled back. Unsure as to why I had did that, instinct took over and began to chant.

"Arsan, Thromera, Santrogrea."

With awe, I watched my blade be encased into what only could be the power of the light. Not knowing what this power could do, I once charged the orc beside the one on the groud. Before he had a chance to reach for his sword, he had no arm. Watching with disbelief, he stared at me before falling. It had seemed the sword had improved my speed. The other orc had gotten up and had just about slashed at me, except I parried which shattered his sword. I kicked him in the gut, and beheaded him. With a mind full of questions, I ran towards the nearest siege machine. With a series of slashes, seven orcs lay dead and a siege engine now dismantled. Turning around, I saw Rolen, I could not see if he is in trouble, but who knows. But to get him a sea of green seperated us. I had began.

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Night Elf
Class: Swordsman
Skills\Traits: Great Reflexes, Tracking, Strong Insticts
Equipment: Two scimitar blades, more effective in battles against demons; a long sword from Zeir, used for a shockwave spell; a runeblade taken from Morte; standard leather armor

What controls me during battle confuses me, but I get the greatest adrenaline, the most enjoyment, the biggest high from it. I don't think during my greatest battles, that is why I am never able to use most of my skills at any given time until I become used to the skills my instict uses. I haven't had a thought about how I should act in this battle yet, or what Rage might do. I've only acted through what my impulses tell me.

I shot myself in the air with a shockwave and while I was in the air I started to throw a barrage of shadow bolts at Rage. The dark rain was easily harming Rage like he was getting stones dropped on his head. I could feel the cold, dark flow of energy coming through Morte's blade, through my spine, carried with my blood into my hands where it passed through my skin and into my scimitars. The only thing I had to do was fling the energy out of the scimitars constantly. Rage tried sending some projectiles at me as well, but his aim was so off due to the dark rain that I didn't need to worry about them.

A warm surge went through my body and into my hands. I noticed that the next swing of my scimitar shot out a shockwave straight towards the ground below, causing Rage's body to be pushed into the ground, unable to move against the weight of the invisible force. I was now falling onto Rage's body, still flinging shadow bolts at him. If he could move, he would. But I'm not sure he could.

I landed, my right foot between Rage's left arm and torso with knee bent to have my leg hover over his arm. My left foot landed next to Rage's body but I moved it to have it stomped into his right leg. My left-hand scimitar was extended and pressed against his right forearm. My right-hand scimitar was an inch away from his throat. If he could move, he would. But I'm not sure he could.

"One cut is all you need to die..."

I couldn't see his eyes, but I felt his anger. I'd imagine he was disappointed in his skills, and so was I.

I took my left scimitar and cut his shoulder the same way he cut mine, then raised off of him and slashed his midsection with my right scimitar. I stood straight up and stepped back a couple feet.

"Your two against my two. Tied game Rage. Whose gonna have that one last cut?"

[Alakon]

Ok, so you are using two at the moment? I assume the other's are put away in a scabbard, pack etc...?
btw I'll post later tonight

[Blackmoore]

FYI: Don't be confused as I now often write with two characters in one post.

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

Class: Undead Paladin (more of a warrior than a paladin-being undead kinds cuts you off almost completely from the Light).

Physical Appearance: Garshtnar looks a lot like what he looked like when he was living, besides the rotten skin and flies. He has white hair, muscular for a undead, and wears leather armor.

Equipment: A blade that have holy runes enscribes upon them.

History: In life Garshtnar was Malphrin Malastraun, a Paladin squire. However, he was killed in battle by Arthas. However, instead of becoming a zombie, he became a forsaken. On top of that, he wasn't forced to follow the lich king's will. He now seeks a cure for him self, if possible.

"What is this hellish place?" I cried out loud. I was actually afraid. Not since the battle...

I felt a tug on my collar. "Come on, you wurm."

Through many twists and turns in the flesh-cave, we found ourselves in the chamber of the next rune stone. I did the procedure, activating the runestone.

You have conqured fear, but have you conqured the depths of the deep? Deep within Booty Bay, the next stone lies.

[Cenkrill]

I'll post later today if I have the time, but right now I have to go to a family BBQ. :)

[Cenkrill]

Name: Cenkrill
Race: Forsaken
Age: 25
Class: Priest
Equipment: Broadsword, metal greaves and gauntlets, black hooded robe.
Description: Being buried for only a short time, Cenkrill has risen from the dead with only mild signs of decay affecting his hands and feet. He has blonde hair that just reaches past his jaw line and his eyes have golden irises. He is tall with a fairly masculine build and his face is hidden by his hood at all possible times. From a distance he looks human but up close you can see that his skin is pale.
History: Cenkrill’s parents were both priests of Lordaeron, and it was only fitting that he follow their in footsteps. So he did, and became one of the best. Though he lost faith in the light after his parents both died of natural causes, he soon became reacquainted with it after he fell in love with a high elven priestess by the name of Selende. They became enthralled with each other, and soon became engaged, but their love was not to last. When the plague began to get out of hand Selende was sent to a village to help find a cure, that was the last Cenkrill ever saw of her.
Weeks later reports were received stating that the village was raised. While this was hard to bear, he once again lost faith in the light after he received Selende’s blood coated engagement ring, and this time he fell into darkness. In his sorrow the dark forces of magic quickly took hold and he became obsessed with learning them and about their dark origins. At this time, the Scourge were everywhere and any act of dark magic lead to quick execution. The Paladins killed Cenkrill on the same day Arthus ‘succeeded’ his father and lead Lordaeron to its doom. However he was not allowed to linger in death, for soon after, the Dark Lady Sylvanas claimed Lordaeron for her own and Cenkrill was resurrected along with others to bolster her Forsaken ranks.
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Sending my mount away, it fled into the shadows and vanished. Walking back into the main street, there was not an enemy in sight, besides those who are dead. It appears in the carnage they had forgotten about the gates that lay behind me smashed and ran to the other side of the city to fight the orcs.

Not like it matters, the undead army from this direction are dead, until now. I lifted my hand and chanted, 'Ashnar kalakas, Masuteph!' Dark tendrils extended from my hand and dived into the bodies of the dead around me.
One by one they rose, corpses of the Alliance and Forsaken alike.

I pointed my sword in the direction of an untouched region of the city, the houses of unguarded citizens.

'Attack, slaughter them all.' My minions made towards the targetted area, I followed on foot, 'This city shall fall.'

[Blackmoore]

Lieutenant General Aedelas Blackmoore
Race: Undead
Class: Warrior. Uses Shield and Sword.
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I was ready to exit the house. Before I could do anything, the clanking of bones and armor was heard. The undead were coming. What could I do? Should I help them? This part of the city was defenseless...

I made my decision. I knocked down the door and rolled out. Taking out two throwing knives, I threw them and shattered the spines of two Rattlecages nearing me. There was plenty of battle. Unsheathing my sword and shield, I charged to the nearest attacker cracking him into pieces. Obviously, the summoner had experience, but didn't spend enough time. I could already hear the screams. I had to work quick, but still not be seen. I was beginning to enter into rage...lives depeneded on me.

[The Flamestrike]

OOC: Fenikussu, he's Raga, not Rage.

Name: Raga Skullgripper
Race: Chaos Orc
Class: Warrior

The anger that I felt at being trapped by my foe, and have him cut me back whilst I was down was a rage that I never felt again in my life. As Rolen held me down and smirked at me, I felt the Demon blood in my veins getting hot. Hotter than usual, that is. I was pretty then that this would be the toughest fight in my life. THis Night Elf had great skill with both sword and magic.

"You should have killed me whilst you had the chance, faery!" I roared, as I summoned my brute strength and tore myself from the ground, bloody and torn. Angrily I staggered up to face Rolen. If he was surprised at me ripping out of his trap, the Night Elf hid it well. I have to say, for all his cockiness, at least the Night Elf was proud.

"Come on then Raga, let's see who'll get the final cut!" he yelled back, as he unleashed another volley of Shadow Bolts from his runesword. That runesword was powerful. If I did kill this Night Elf, I had to remember to take it with me.

The Shadow Bolts flew through the air at me, but I summoned a wall of flames to halt them. Anything made of Shadow is afraid of fire or light, and the Shadow Blocks flew right back at Rolen.

"Not this time!" I yelled, as I watched the bolts zoom towards him.

Rolen was somewhat taken by surprise, but his skills let him quickly dodge most of the bolts. However, not all. One of the last Shadow Bolts struck Rolen in the leg. He grimaced as he gripped his wound.

"So, I guess I get next cut, eh Rolen?" I smirked, as I prepared a fire disc for the killing blow.

He looked painfully up at me. He was grinning.

"And I get the one after that!" he roared, as he deflected the fire disc back into my arm with his sword. I growled in pain as the wound in my arm appeared.

"So Raga, we both have three wounds from each other now. Who'll be first to last cut?"

"Good question, faery."

[Fenikkusu]

Heh, he is Raga. Sorry guess I need glasses. :scratch:

[The Flamestrike]

Well, I already wear glasses, so I guess that explains it. :spy:

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Night Elf
Class: Swordsman
Skills\Traits: Great Reflexes, Tracking, Strong Insticts
Equipment: Two scimitar blades; a long sword from Zeir; a runeblade taken from Morte; standard leather armor

This battle was all about who could handle pain during battle. Neither me nor Raga was going to lose composure, the only way to slow one of us down would be to kill us. We were at a standoff for about a minute. I charged at Raga first and Raga charged back. At the point of impact with our swords we both activated powers from our swords. I shot a shockwave out from my scimitars and Raga electricuted me with his sword. We both flew back, Raga was the first to get up and charged at me. I bounced up off the ground and prepared to dodge. Raga took out two disc and threw them at me from about 10 feet away. I fired back two shadow bolts and destroyed the disc. Raga took a swing at me but I was able to jump back before he got to me. I parried his next in a way where I was able to touch the black sword with my fingers if I reached far enough. Raga swung with his other sword and I parried that as well. We were locked face to face.

"You know what happens next, don't you?" Raga asked.

"Yes...but do you!"

I grabbed Raga's left arm and used his own attack against him. Raga was beginning to get electricuted like I have been several times. He was thrown away to the ground, landing on the back of his neck. He sat up rubbing his neck.

"How is that possible!? You were the one that was suppose to be shocked!"

"Not sure, but what ever I did worked."

I wondered if he thought trying to electricute me again would fail like then. If he did happen to check to see I doubt I could repeat myself. That just happened and I'm not sure how. I suppose I have a magic touch when it came to swords. I touch that I don't control.

I pushed myself at Raga with a shockwave. Raga layed down flat on the ground and I flew over him. My scimitar was perpendicular with the ground. I gave Raga a good slash that came from his waist to his torso. I landed several yards away and shot myself right back at Raga. Raga stopped my scimitars with his off hand sword and took a stab at my shoulder with his black sword. I was moving to fast for Raga to impale me but he left a very nasty and long slash in my body. I landed rolling on the ground. I looked at my injury and the slice went from the top of my shoulder to my waist. My leather armor could no longer stay on me. I slowly raised myself up and threw my armor away. Raga just got up a few seconds before I did and his cut was more of a paper cut compared to my large slash.

"You should stop, Rolen. I practically cut you in two. You have no armor to protect you also."

For some reason I couldn't talk. All I felt was the pain going through my body. Raga's presence was even fading away. Raga was still speaking but I could not hear him, he was most likely mocking me or saying how much fun he had fighting me. My egotistical ways have finally got to me. I should have killed him when I had the chance.

"You are so hurt right now, you can't even hold your swords!"

Raga was right. I noticed my vision had came back. I had dropped my scimitars and was on one knee. My blood was spread around the ground. I felt only numbness and pain. My vision, blurred. My thoughts were of nothing. I looked up and tried to focus on Raga. I saw a long glowing sword, I thought that this was the sword that was going to finish me off. Death came to me in the form of a chaos orc.

"If you let Rolen live, you will too."

An unknown voice echoed in my ears. I looked over and saw a figure standing above me holding the long glowing sword. The voice, I heard before. The body's figure looked very familiar as well. I thought hard on who it was. I had a good guess on who it might have been and used up all the energy I could get out of me to say his name.

"...Blackmoore..."

[Alakon]

I'm probably not going to post much for a couple of weeks, I got some major studying to do for the end of year exams.
Still, when next I return I shall introduce the enigmatic warlock known as Andregas... (threatening music)

[KillyEdanna]

is it me or is there a serious lack of female characters in this rpg...?


Name: 'Killy'
Race: Female Forsaken
Age: 21 at death...
Class: priest
Equipment: little more than the tunic/gown she had on when she died. she has a mace given to her by her old friend who recognized her
History: Killy isn't a name that she gave herself it was one that developed when she woke up in the midst of a dying town, several years after she had been buried there... (since i can't summarize... here's the story)

I awoke atop of a mound of dirt and mud, eyes hazed and joints sore. Pushing myself up, I sat on the mound facing what at first seemed like a large rock. I kept blinking to clear my view noticing other pillar-like rocks surrounding me. It was raining and dim. Weather that should make it cold, I thought. I was soon absorbed in confusion when there was a voice behind me.

"What are ye doing out here girl? It's bad enough with this plague floatin' about this hell hole."

Some part of me knew that this 'hell hole' was once home, though I could not put a name to it. Come to think of it... I couldn't remember my own. The realization made me start.

"Didn't you hear me girlie?" the woman's voice said again behind me. "Ye need to be gettin' inside."

I could here her coming closer, footsteps squishing in the mud. She stopped and begain once again a slight sound of fear filtering into her voice.

"Don't you be sitting there girlie. This place isn't as safe as it used to be." She paused. "Ye be sittin' on the grave of the first who fell to this plague."

I started at the word. Grave? Suddenly my vision became clear and I could see that this lump I once thought of as a rock was quite a bit more. I immediately scrambled backwards and right into the womans legs, breathing heavily.

"Lets get you inside," she said and reached down under my arms to lift me. She had barely touched my shoulders when she took a step back. "Get yeself up," she said a little less bold than before.

Leaning forward I placed my hands infront of me and rocked back onto my feet. I must have slept wrong I thought as joints cracked. I then took a step around.

"This rain must be cloudin' mah vision," the woman said. "Ye could almost look like the one that lies buried there," guesturing towards the grave. "In fact," she stepped closer.

Just then a breif flash of lightning lit up the surroundings. I was staring into a horrified womans face.

"Get ye back demon," she said beginning to reach for a dagger at her side.

Thunder pealed and an after image of the woman flashed to mind a somehow familiar face. I stepped forward in an effort to understand what she ment. I could remember this woman somehow she just seemed changed, older.

With speed that I nearly missed altogether, the woman darted forward, dagger in hand. Before I could react the blade had pierced my sholder and left a wound behind. Staggering back awkwardly I turned slightly as I closed my eyes and concentrated. Lifting my hand to my sholder a bright light emitted from my hand and flowed into the wound. Though I could not see this actually occur I knew it was happening in a corner of my brain that was tingling. Process over I opened my eyes and looked at my sholder. All seemed well... though the reaction of a familiar person confused me more.

"You called me demon why?" I whispered in an oddly echoy voice. As I turned towards her the lightning flashed once more immediately followed by thunder and I understood. My reflection in a puddle caught my attention. Startled I fell back to the mud benieth me.

The lack of cold, my voice, the creak in my joints. I was dead. With this sudden realization brought a name came to mind.

"Kaydee..."

The woman dropped her dagger.

"...what happened to me?"

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Now that I've spent more time than I had originally intended on that explaination and have seen where I want to go with the origin of the character... eh I blabber. Kaydee is the one that gives her the mace. But that's another story.

I would be willing to join if you guys will let me. ...and I do intend on taking bits of this that I catch with my character and working it into a story that is begining to come to focus in my mind.

[Cenkrill]

I see no problem with you joining :p
And yeah, there is a lack of female characters (even though I'm going to introduce a female character into the story soon) :)

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

Welcome to our rpg and to the forums Killy, dunno where everyone else is *looks around* but yeh blackmoore should be here with sum cookies n teh sweet sweet ale.. or beer whichever u prefer

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

Class: Undead Paladin (more of a warrior than a paladin-being undead kinds cuts you off almost completely from the Light).

Physical Appearance: Garshtnar looks a lot like what he looked like when he was living, besides the rotten skin and flies. He has white hair, muscular for a undead, and wears leather armor.

Equipment: A blade that have holy runes enscribes upon them.

History: In life Garshtnar was Malphrin Malastraun, a Paladin squire. However, he was killed in battle by Arthas. However, instead of becoming a zombie, he became a forsaken. On top of that, he wasn't forced to follow the lich king's will. He now seeks a cure for him self, if possible.

It has been six hours since we have unconvered the Runestone beneath Silvermoon and have discovered the next runestone's location is beneath Booty Bay. But, before that, I must escape.

However, it is not as easy as one would think. Meriphius has a seal that is the only way to open the gates leading to the Kajjdorr. The runestones just lead you there, apparently. I must steal the seal from Meriphius before I escape.

But I can't kill him. This damned collar around my neck will kill me the instant I slay the bastard. I must steal the seal without him finding out and waking up in this dead of night.

I slowly trodded to Meriphius, who was sleeping beneath a blanket, being sure not to make any noise. Once I reached Meriphius, I slowly lifted off the blanket, revealing the relic hanging around Meriphius' neck. With that, I slowly lifted the seal from Meriphius neck, and slowly through Meriphius' thin red hair. After minutes that seamed like hours, the seal was free from Meriphius.

The moment that I clucnhed the seal in my palm, however, Meriphius awoke.

"Traitor."

[KillyEdanna]

Name: 'Killy'
Race: Female Forsaken
Age: 21 at death...
Class: priest
Equipment: little more than the tunic/gown she had on when she died. she has a mace given to her by her old friend who recognized her
History: Killy isn't a name that she gave herself it was one that developed when she woke up in the midst of a dying town, several years after she had been buried there. After somehow re-befriending an old friend she abandons her old town which is still dying of a wasting plauge swearing to catch up with her old friend at some point. At the current time she is trying to find out why old healing powers had held true to her when she is quite the opposite of living.

I had wondered all over this slowly dying land. When the area is filled with other dead no on seems to take notice of another one. I eventually found the way into a recently ravaged town. Walking amoungst the buildings I came upon the corpse of a young girl, a clean sword wound through her middle. Closing my eyes and focusing, I reached my hands out to her and warmth spread slowly into my hands, a feeling I had come to yern for in the cold of death. I unhappily sent that warmth into the hole in her and worked at restitching organs and flesh. For some reason being undead gave me a better idea of anatomy. I opened my eyes as the light faded. The little girl began to stir. I backed a little more into the shadows so she wouldn't be scared of my coutenance. Throwing a motherly concern into my voice I spoke.

"It's okay child."

She opened her eyes and turned to me a little fear on her face.

"Who did this?" I said gesturing to the shadows of the room behind me.

She pushed herself back into the corner and grabbed at a stuffed doll that was nearby. "Bad men," she whispered.

<**** class! ... i'll edit this to finish it up in a couple hours.>

[Doublehex]

Sorry-you get only an hour to edit a post. Oh, and by the way, welcome to the roleplay, I really like the fact that we finnaly have a female characterm altough she's probably butt ugly concidering she's dead.

[KillyEdanna]

i wouldn't say butt ugly. but yes, she is dead. her friend isn't, though i'm not sure about adding kaydee. picking up where i left off in my post above...

"Can you tell me any more about the bad men?" I asked hoping she was still a little bit out of it from my spell that she wouldn't notice my appearance.

The little girl looked lost in thought for a moment when she wrinkled her nose. "They were smelly."

Happy that there was no breeze in this stagnant alley I asked, "Like the rotten meat?" The little girl whimpered. I edged closer getting a feeling that it was more undead like myself. I don't like probing into people minds but this youngster was never going to tell me much more. I could already sense a frantic prey feeling emmitting from her as she started to wake more from the spell. I had gotten too close.

The girl tried even harder to disappear into the alley wall behind her. "You'll hurt me just like the other one did," she squeaked and began to scream.

Though everything was quiet when I came in I was sure anyone or anything within earshot would head this way with such noise. I raised a hand which begain to glow which almost made it look like it had while I was living. The girl immediately quieted down and fear fled from her face. "Now this won't hurt" I said aloud and mentally to her. As gentally as I could I skimmed through her recent memories and paused on the one that I wanted. A barely decayed man with a broadsword at his side and a black cape that engulphed the girl's view. Though I had not seen the man face to face his reputation was definately mentioned amoung the Forsaken that I had stayed with.

Cenkrill.

Knowing that this man's past might be nearly identical to my future frightened me. I refused to become one slaved to anything. I may be dead but I am not jealous of the living to seek them out and end their lives. If I fell to the spell of Sylvanas my will would definately be diminished. It was her fault that my hometown is dying and though she probably had a hand in re-animating me she must have overlooked my more holy ties and telepathic abilities. It was only because of these abilities that I have been able to resist her pull. And that is a constant battle that gives even one such as myself nightmares.

Cenkrill was what I did not want to become, a bastardized priest whose healing powers does nothing but spread disease. I found that I could barely use my powers on myself without causing pain. Healing that is aimed towards the living can be quite detrimental to the dead. I had also found that I had unwillingly recieved similar powers to that cursed priest.

Bringing my attention back to the girl infront of me I felt compelled to let her run to family and friends. Though the unfocused stare in her eyes and the reading told me that there was no other way.

"Would you like to be with your family and friends?" I asked.

"I do," she responded flatly, innocence absent because of my spell.

I reached out my hand, hating what I was about to do yet knowing that there was no other way I touched her forehead with my cold, boney hands.

"I am sorry," I whispered as her eyes twinkled for a second and closed. Her head slowly rotated to one side and she became as cold as my hand.

I stood and stepped back. Even lying there, dead like all the others, she seemed out of place. That alley corner seemed lit as I turned from it and left the remains of the town to once again follow the tracks of a man cursed without knowing it.

[Alakon]

OOC: Managed to sneak this one behind my teachers back.
It's not too great, but it covers the basics.

Andregas.
Race: Human
Age: 86
Class:Warlock
More info to come…

He walked slowly down the darkened passageway, dusting billowing from each footstep, the sharp clap of his boots against the stone floor. The darkness pressed in, surrounding him and the darkness contained creatures, the hall was filled with twittering, and the inane gibbering of the not quite dead creatures.
On contact with him though, the shadows retreated and the creatures fled from him.
He was not a holy man, but his brand of evil was vile enough to deter even the most sinister of demons.
He was a Warlock, a Dark Servant.
But he was not one of those who had fallen victim to the seduction of the Well of Eternity, or a twisted servant of the demons. He was the emissary of the entities known only as the Old Gods.
They were masters of this world long before the shattering, before the night elves, the dragons, even before the Titans themselves.
They ruled the world with absolute power, the elements and world changed at their very whim. But when the Titan came, it sealed the Old Gods beneath the earth, in an unbreakable prison. For all their might, they were powerless to stop it.
But they could still reach out to those dark and twisted in mind, and use them.
Andregas had been devoted to the Old Path since childhood, for they were the true gods to him.
In his prime, they revealed themselves to him in the bowels of the earth where their walls were thinnest. And they charged him with a task.
Andregas swept through the land, and in his wake followed a vast multitude of people, all converted to the Old Gods, and they all journeyed to the place designated, a place secret and surrounded in shadows. And there, they built their underground city.
Andregas was placed the highest of the high, and there were none there who did not instinctively cower before them. For he commanded them not with respect, or even power, but with fear. Of him and the power he represented.
In the time of his testing that initiated him a servant of the Old Gods they revealed that there was a way to free them, and it would be revealed to him with the coming of the demons.
Decades later the demons came, and their fire swept across the land, but Andregas, with a flash of insight that sometimes came to him knew it was not time to reveal himself.
When the Nightelves won, and Archimonde was destroyed, something happened. It was the greatest of all things in the history of that vast city, but it was never to be mentioned.
But with it came the knowledge of what he must do.
He summoned an imp, whom had dubbed itself Poog, and with it, he was to begin a ritual that would start the process of freeing the Gods.
But his plans were for naught, when a Warlock that was not of Andregas’ cult attacked him, and in the ensuing battle Poog’s prison was shattered and the imp escaped. Andregas, in a rage, opened a portal to follow but not before he had extracted the name from the Warlock.
Meriphius.
And in the hands of a warlock, a name was a dangerous thing indeed…

[Alakon]

By the way, hello and welcome Killy. Like your posts.

[Cenkrill]

Name: Cenkrill
Race: Forsaken
Age: 25
Class: Priest
Equipment: Broadsword, metal greaves and gauntlets, black hooded robe.
Description: Being buried for only a short time, Cenkrill has risen from the dead with only mild signs of decay affecting his hands and feet. He has blonde hair that just reaches past his jaw line and his eyes have golden irises. He is tall with a fairly masculine build and his face is hidden by his hood at all possible times. From a distance he looks human but up close you can see that his skin is pale.
History: Cenkrill’s parents were both priests of Lordaeron, and it was only fitting that he follow their in footsteps. So he did, and became one of the best. Though he lost faith in the light after his parents both died of natural causes, he soon became reacquainted with it after he fell in love with a high elven priestess by the name of Selende. They became enthralled with each other, and soon became engaged, but their love was not to last. When the plague began to get out of hand Selende was sent to a village to help find a cure, that was the last Cenkrill ever saw of her.
Weeks later reports were received stating that the village was raised. While this was hard to bear, he once again lost faith in the light after he received Selende’s blood coated engagement ring, and this time he fell into darkness. In his sorrow the dark forces of magic quickly took hold and he became obsessed with learning them and about their dark origins. At this time, the Scourge were everywhere and any act of dark magic lead to quick execution. The Paladins killed Cenkrill on the same day Arthus ‘succeeded’ his father and lead Lordaeron to its doom. However he was not allowed to linger in death, for soon after, the Dark Lady Sylvanas claimed Lordaeron for her own and Cenkrill was resurrected along with others to bolster her Forsaken ranks.
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Night came, after a day of bloodshed this would be a nightmare to haunt the survivors for eternity, if there were going to be any.

Men, women and children abandoned their homes, carrying torches to escape death. Their terrified faces illuminated by the burning glow. To them this would be the greatest of horrors, losing their homes, family members. But to me, this was a summers night.

A woman darted in front of me but fell to the ground dead after one of my servants impaled her. Bending down, I picked up her torch and through it into the closest house. The fire quickly spread, the smoke covering the moon causing darkness to sweep across the city.

Screams of women filled the air as their beloved husbands died trying to protect them, knowng that those who they fought for would soon follow. The children lay dead beside their parents, brothers and sisters, their blood soaking the street.

There was hardly any resistance, those who fought were weak, just like all of humanity.

[KillyEdanna]

Name: 'Killy'
Race: Female Forsaken (independent thinking undead more like...)
Age: 21 at death...
Class: priest
Equipment: little more than the tunic/gown she had on when she died and a cloake she got from a corpse. she has a mace given to her by her old friend who recognized her
History: Killy isn't a name that she gave herself it was one that developed when she woke up in the midst of a dying town, several years after she had been buried there. After somehow re-befriending an old friend she abandons her old town which is still dying of a wasting plauge swearing to catch up with her old friend at some point. At the current time she is trying to find out why old telepathic and healing powers had held true to her when she is quite the opposite of living. She also unwillingly recieved the power to end life.

I knew that not all humanity was weak. Though walking through these abandoned dead towns for weeks and seeming to be on the other side of the matter was starting to seem very contradicotry. No, I said to myself. There is still a part of me that is very much human. Because I was lost in my thoughts it took a moment for me to realize that the town ahead seemed very alive. Alive and bright. Bright and on fire.

I quickly stepped to the side of the road and ran towards the town under cover. I could hear the screams of women and the pleading voices of men over the carnage. The power of the emotions felt by the living threatened to bowl me over as I launched a probe into the fray. Ignoring the pain of many, though my once beating heart ached, I searched until I felt a hole in emotion. No pity, no love. Just one sole emotion; a seething, encompasing hate. This being would strike fear unto the living with one glance. I quickly pulled back from the being returning to my own body afraid that I could somehow be sensed. But I had learned enough to know it was who I had been looking for.

Cenkrill.

I began to walk into town though suddenly a numbing question came to mind; should I join him?

At first I thought it was the will of Sylvanas breaking through but that was never strong enough, her focus being elsewhere. I had stayed with small groups of the Forsaken before and learned quite a deal before I would wipe them out. If I joined with him I could learn a great many things and steal away to tell an old contact in the night. It would also be so easy to just end this man's reign of terror, killing the undead and rasing the dead.

This decision could not take forever though. I needed to decide. This was not the time to ponder back and forth weighing the positives and negatives. I needed to act.

And I decided to act dispicably. I walked into town and found a Forsaken tormenting an old man. Glancing behind me I saw no one paying attention. I laid a hand on the undead's sholder and murmered "Your time is truely over." Healing the dead is something that has always been a contradiction. The warrior gave a dead shrieak as my hand started to glow and toppled over soon after. I knelt down in front of the man who was near death. Not risking a full healing I trickled a little bit of life into him and caught his eyes as he opened them, absorbing his recent memories as quickly as I could. I wanted to know how they came, how fast, how many. It wasn't quite quick enough. I heard a shifting of metal behind me and cancelled my rapport. Then I noticed the void behind me. It was him.

"What are you doing?" his hollow voice asked.

My mind raced but I've had to talk my way out of odd situations like this more and more recently and came up with a response quickly.

"Exacting my revenge," I rasped in my normal voice dropping all hint of humanity I strived for. He gave no response so I continued. "This man had kept me locked up in his basement experimenting on my for years. He used all matter of healing spells and salves on me. I was a lab rat with no escape. I am strong enough to overpower him but not the whole town..."

I could tell he had absorbing less of my words and more of a suspision. "Exacting your revenge?" he said and before I could respond with a lie of a slow poision spell he had placed his sword threw the old mans midsection. He fell over eyes wide with a gurgle.

Staying emotionless when something sacred is estinguished before me is also something I had gotten used to. I rose to my feet as he pulled the blade out of the mans body, still-warm blood pooling around my feet.

"Your name?" he asked flatly as I turned to face him. The image of any childhood nightmare and reason why adults wake up in a cold sweat from disturbing dreams. A man that bastardized the role of priest. He stood before me now, metal gauntlets creaking over fingers that were nearly bone, broadsword in hand and cape snapping in the wind.

"Killy," I responded trying to match the empty tone.

He looked skeptical at first.

"Welcome to my ranks Forsaken, Killy."

With that he turned and stalked away skewering fleeing townsfolk along the way.

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

Class: Undead Paladin (more of a warrior than a paladin-being undead kinds cuts you off almost completely from the Light).

Physical Appearance: Garshtnar looks a lot like what he looked like when he was living, besides the rotten skin and flies. He has white hair, muscular for a undead, and wears leather armor.

Equipment: A blade that have holy runes enscribes upon them.

History: In life Garshtnar was Malphrin Malastraun, a Paladin squire. However, he was killed in battle by Arthas. However, instead of becoming a zombie, he became a forsaken. On top of that, he wasn't forced to follow the lich king's will. He now seeks a cure for him self, if possible.

I shook my head, trying my best to remember why my spine was aching and my back was against a wall. Then I remembered: Meriphius casted a spell on me that made me go flying. I watched him as he held the seal in his.

"Is that what you whanted, traitor?"

A rage inside me grew. I raced towards him, and tackeled him. We were beating each other with our fists when we realized Meriphius lost the seal. We looked to our right-there it was.

We raced for it, and touched the seal at the same time.

Lights flashed from the seal at the exact moment, and a pain greater than a thousand blades struck into me. I felt something within me leave, and then something enter. I regained my consience seeing Meriphius looking at the top of his hand.

"Look traitor, at your right hand."

I looked, there was a symbol (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/seal_good.jpg) on my hand. I didn't know what to make of it.

"It came from the seal. The symbol on your hand was on one side of the seal, while the symbol (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/seal_bad.jpg) on my hand was on the other side of the seal.I guess now, we both can open the gate to the Kajjdorr.

He paused for a moment, and then held out his hand.

"And look at what I got: a shard from YOUR crystal. I don't need you anymore Garshtnar Garwood. Goodbye."

With that, he vanished.

[Blackmoore]

General Johan Christian Blackmoore
Race: Human
Class: Mainly Warrior, but has skills in basic healing and the ability to summon a messenger hawk.

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"...Blackmoore..."

"Rolen, hang on." With that, I casted a healing spell on Rolen, which should've given the energy to move if one attack were to stray towards him. I looked up. There I saw an orc...not any orc, a chaos one. He had magic, one that I would helpless against. My armor was strong, but against magic, it would not last long.

"Orc! Walk away now, and you shall live!"

"Never!"

"Orc...the minutes of your life tick by."

Without warning, he launched a series of fireballs. Before I knew it, the sword had launched my instincts. The sword grew a brighter glow and before I had a chance to blink, fire was no more. I turned around, Rolen was clinging on to life by threads. I had to get him back, orc or not.

"Orc! Catch!" I took a sword near by and threw it. The orc was quick and caught it, but little did he know, that this scene was nearing an end. "Behind you Orc!" He turned around, blood dripping from the back of his knees. I ran back to Rolen, and gathered him up in a fireman's carry.

"Orc. Rolen isn't done yet. I'm not done yet. It's only the beginning."

Lieutenant General Aedelas Blackmoore
Race: Undead
Class: Warrior. Uses Shield and Sword.
Skills: Enginneer. Allows use of explosives.

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I continued my defence. I had ravaged through many monsters, that carried nothing but death. I looked no different. Humans and monster alike, feared me. I had no choice. I knocked out the humans I saved. They would hate me, but in that midst of unconciousness, they would realize why. I had lost sight of the bastard undead leader, but fear not, he would be found. Instead I stumbled upon something new. From the rooftop, I watched.

"Welcome to my ranks Forsaken, Killy."

With that he left quicker than the bitter winds of Northerend. She still stood. I jumped down.

"Your rampage ends now."

[Doublehex]

Hey guys, I got a quick question: where's booty bay? How long do you think it would take on footo to get there from Silvermoon?

[Blackmoore]

Booty Bay is on the south of the Eastern Kingdoms..not too sure where Silvermoon is though.

[Fenikkusu]

Silvermoon is at the far north of the Eastern Continent. Booty Bay is at the south. I don't know the time it takes to get through the whole continent but it'd guess maybe 15 days.

[KillyEdanna]

Name: 'Killy'
Race: Female Forsaken (independent thinking undead more like...)
Age: 21 at death...
Class: priest
Equipment: little more than the tunic/gown she had on when she died and a cloake she got from a corpse. she has a mace given to her by her old friend who recognized her
History: Killy isn't a name that she gave herself it was one that developed when she woke up in the midst of a dying town, several years after she had been buried there. After somehow re-befriending an old friend she abandons her old town which is still dying of a wasting plauge swearing to catch up with her old friend at some point. At the current time she is trying to find out why old telepathic and healing powers had held true to her when she is quite the opposite of living. She also unwillingly recieved the power to end life.

I was relieved that the deception was easier than I had thought. Apparently, this relief wasn't going to last long.

My mind was focused on guarding myself and not surveying the surroundings. I was expecting nothing hostile since the town was now more filled with dead than living. Though it wasn't the living that I had to worry about.

I heard a shift in the roofing above me I turned around to see a warrior fearlessly jump off the roof right over my head and land nearby, sword in hand.

"Your rampage ends now," he said.

It took a split second to realize that line was aimed at me. I thew up a shadow shield though I yearned for a brighter sheild which would have caused all sorts of problems if I was seen by the ranks that I was now a 'part' of. I tripped backwards as the man came at me, blade hacking at my defenses. I expected to see a human wielding this blade but was stunned to see another walking dead. I had only moments before this man would break my shield and I needed to figure out why he was attacking me. As he was beginning to get through my shield, I could feel the wind generated by his attacks, I thought of my 'attempt' at an escape. Sending a mind blast at him, stunning him while dashed into a house with him soon roaring behind.

"Your kind has used the title of priest long enough," he roared. "Corrupting once holy powers to your cursed race."

He wasn't a part of the ranks I thought confused. I lacked the time to contemplate that more, he had once again raised his sword.

"I will end you now," he rumbled and began his advance.

There was only one thing that I could do. Prove him wrong. Before he was within arms reach I summoned a small holy bolt and sent it towards him. That spell has as little effect on the pure living but much more to the dead and corrupt. He weakened his grip on his sword and backed up.

"No Forsaken priest has ever hurt you that much have they?" I asked. Summoning my true sheild, I stood there. An undead priest surrounded by a holy shield.

"Did you ever think that I might not be?"

<OOC - was not expecting that. definately made me scramble for an answer. thanks blackmoore. lol>

[Blackmoore]

Good play! I like throwing turns in the story. Makes it all more fun! FYI, so you don't get the wrong idea, I'm going for the untrusting, but we'll be a team style.

[KillyEdanna]

You can be untrusting for as long as you want... just remember I have holy on one side and dark on the other. I can hurt you immensely and heal myself at the same time. Teamwork sounds like it will be good once Aedelas get's it through his skull.

I'm starting to wonder how he's resisted the Dark Lady's pull though... Possibly family ties?

I'll hush up and let you tell your tale.


...how the hell does one get 2,700 posts? *stares* lol.

[Doublehex]

Alot of hard work, and a little bit of laziness. :lol:

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

Class: Undead Paladin (more of a warrior than a paladin-being undead kinds cuts you off almost completely from the Light).

Physical Appearance: Garshtnar looks a lot like what he looked like when he was living, besides the rotten skin and flies. He has white hair, muscular for a undead, and wears leather armor.

Equipment: A blade that have holy runes enscribes upon them.

History: In life Garshtnar was Malphrin Malastraun, a Paladin squire. However, he was killed in battle by Arthas. However, instead of becoming a zombie, he became a forsaken. On top of that, he wasn't forced to follow the lich king's will. He now seeks a cure for him self, if possible.

It was the best of times...

It was the worst of times.

I had ran across the forsaken fields of Silvermoon, and hid among the humans in search of Booty Bay. After two weeks worth of travel, I learned there was still another month.

And I learned something else as well. Stormwind was undersiege. When the tavern owner told me this, I was stricken with guilt. I had left evreyone that I trully cared for, to be slaughtered by 'red orcs'.

I had two choices set before me. Go to Booty Bay, and learn of the rune stone's next location, or go to Stormwind, and help in the defenses.

I had to pick soon.

I picked Stormwind. I went east, towards Goldshire, and Stormwind Keep.

[Blackmoore]

So...I've found that we are missing Trick, Valette, Davorn, Spellmaster...that it? Trick's been sent a PM, I'll see if he has any messengers and if I can catch him online.

And for 2700 posts...That's nothing...you've yet to meet Ash Housewares...15 000 posts...

[Doublehex]

Yeah, I miss that old goblin.

maybe we should email them.

[Blackmoon]

-- OFF TOPIC --

Hello. I don't think, I'll be posting on this thread anymore. Lack of time and inspiration, I'd say. Also, I haven't yet read the latest posts, but I think I've also been absent for a bit too long.

[Blackmoore]

Are you sure? I hate to see you go, but if you must, then take your leave.

[Preach]

OFF TOPIC:

hi guys, sorry for not posting, ive been waiting on a quick summary of whats goin on, i swear ill post as soon as possible.

[The Flamestrike]

OOC: Terald's back, hooray! BTW, sorry to see you go, Blackmoon. We won't forget you though.

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow

I felt very sluggish as I slowly came to. My body ached all over. I seemed to lying be in a soft bed. Everything around me was hazy orange. My last memories were of tumbling from a cliff...and Garshtnar's betrayal. I seethed inwardly at it. You damned bastard! I muttered at Garshtnar as I tried to rise from the bed. A hand sofly restrsained me.

"Don't move, Prince Terald. You're safe at the moment." a warm voice murmured.

I looked up, curious at who this was.

It was the Elf Priest Tarethad!

"You survived the destruction of Quel'Thalas!" I cried.

"Yes, and you're lucky to have survived that fall, Prince Terald."

[Alakon]

Poog-

I watched the battling duo with some interest, after all it had been some time since I had seen mortals fight. But I was contemptuous of both, they were so engrossed in their own petty brawl, that they failed to notice the true threat, who was scant metres away. Me, naturally.
Of course I could have incinerated them, being the all-powerful heroic figure that I am, but I thought, why bother? They were beneath my notice, so I flew off to find things that truly mattered, with the divine guidance of my stomach.
My sudden departure had nothing whatsoever to do with the fireballs they were flinging about, since there fireballs were naturally nothing to me.
I flew off in search for food.

Out of Character: Short post for now, not much I can do at the moment.
Too little time.

[Blackmoore]

OFF TOPIC:

hi guys, sorry for not posting, ive been waiting on a quick summary of whats goin on, i swear ill post as soon as possible.
Ok sum up from the TOp of my head. I may miss some things.

Currently:
Terald: Just woke up from a fall caused by Garshtnar
Garshtnar: Headed back to Stormwind after betrayl from a warlock
Johan Blackmoore: In battle saving Rolen from Raga
Rolen: Refer to above
Aedelas Blackmoore: With Killy in the alley doing battle
Killy: Refer to above
Cenkrill: Terroizing a section of Stormwind

I missed alot, but that should be ok.

[KillyEdanna]

oh we're by stormwind?

*pulls out wow atlas and tries to figure stuff out... and fails horridly.*

you guys can yell at me for never finishing II or III. i'm kinda new to the universe.

[Blackmoore]

S'okay! We're in a quadrant of Stormwind.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

OT; Aye i was thinking guys, maybe we should just end the rp right here for another time, cause like well the shipping date for wow will be november 17th and thats less then a month away, so yeh... i might post a bit soon but i think that we should either hurry it up a bit or just stop

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

Class: Undead Paladin (more of a warrior than a paladin-being undead kinds cuts you off almost completely from the Light).

Physical Appearance: Garshtnar looks a lot like what he looked like when he was living, besides the rotten skin and flies. He has white hair, muscular for a undead, and wears leather armor.

Equipment: A blade that have holy runes enscribes upon them.

History: In life Garshtnar was Malphrin Malastraun, a Paladin squire. However, he was killed in battle by Arthas. However, instead of becoming a zombie, he became a forsaken. On top of that, he wasn't forced to follow the lich king's will. He now seeks a cure for him self, if possible.

I was in the forest then, when I started hearing the voices. I was kneeling down, inspecting the corspe of a dead deer, when I heard it first. I jumped up, and drew my blade.

Traitor.

Murderer.

LIAR

"Where are you? Show yourself!"

Nowhere...


and EVREYWHERE.

"Who are you?"

I stayed silent, hoping for an answer.

I got none.

"Who are you?"

Again, nothing.

"WHO ARE YOU!"

Nothing. I ran through the forest, hoping to escape the voices, but they never left. I only escaped them when I ran into a tree, and entered an unconscience state.

I awoke hours later, in the middle of the night, with the light of the moon shining upon me. Using my blade, I picked myslef up.

I realized I was within sight distance of Stormwind.

But was in me?

[Preach]

Name: Preach
Race: Human
Class: Mage/Priest
History: Preach was born in Stormwind, he grew up in the convent of Stormwind Keep.His first years were spent as a priest apprentice, after 5 years he became adept. The idea of being a priest no longe appealed to Preach so he searched for another place to learn. He left the convent at the age of 15. After a few days travel he found a mages guild in Stormwind. He trained there for 15 years and became a master. He left stormwind in search of adventure.
Description: Preach stnds 5'10" and weighs roughly 150 lbs. He has flowing black hair and dark silver eyes. He has a large staff with archaic runes carved all over it. At the tip is a large blue gem. When casting a spell the gem glowed an eerie blue. He wears a skin tight black and grey body suit that is extremely flexable. He has a cloak that is dark red.

I was walking down the roads of stormwind when the attack begun, I started running towards the sounds of battle a good 5 minute jog away, the screams and battle crys could be heard throught the city. I turn down an alleyway to save some time. A large boulder from a catapult slams into the bulding right above my head. I roll for cover into an alcove, debris falling towards me I grab my head for cover. A few quick spikes of pain and then a larger rock hits me in the head and I pass out. I woke up some time later, the sun was now starting to set, the sounds of battle all around me. I stand up and crawl over the pile of debris surrounding me. Standing at the top of the pile I think to myself Praise the light I was lucky!. I grab my staff and run into the streets. I start to run towards the closest area of battle. The first few orcs that run by me get the blunt of my staff in the face quickly, dropping them. I come to a small clearing, A tall human facing down a chaos orc, another person, on the ground was in the small clearing, I watched in awe as the human and the Orc talked.

OFF TOPIC: I know it isn't much, Just so you know I am really tierd, I didnt know wether to write in first or third person, and I havent written in fantasy in a long time. Please bear with me and give any suggestive input, good or bad. If I get anything wrong just let me know and we can move on.

[Cenkrill]

Everyone is writing in first person so you made the right choice :p (at least I think everyone is)




PS. I'll write another entry tomorrow :)

[Blackmoore]

This kind of posting is nice. A post every two or three days. I like it.

[Doublehex]

At least it's better than never. :)

[Cenkrill]

Name: Cenkrill
Race: Forsaken
Age: 25
Class: Priest
Equipment: Broadsword, metal greaves and gauntlets, black hooded robe.
Description: Being buried for only a short time, Cenkrill has risen from the dead with only mild signs of decay affecting his hands and feet. He has blonde hair that just reaches past his jaw line and his eyes have golden irises. He is tall with a fairly masculine build and his face is hidden by his hood at all possible times. From a distance he looks human but up close you can see that his skin is pale.
History: Cenkrill’s parents were both priests of Lordaeron, and it was only fitting that he follow their in footsteps. So he did, and became one of the best. Though he lost faith in the light after his parents both died of natural causes, he soon became reacquainted with it after he fell in love with a priestess by the name of Selende. They became enthralled with each other, and soon became engaged, but their love was not to last. When the plague began to get out of hand Selende was sent to a village to help find a cure, that was the last Cenkrill ever saw of her.
Weeks later reports were received stating that the village was raised. While this was hard to bear, he once again lost faith in the light after he received Selende’s blood coated engagement ring, and this time he fell into darkness. In his sorrow the dark forces of magic quickly took hold and he became obsessed with learning them and about their dark origins. At this time, the Scourge were everywhere and any act of dark magic lead to quick execution. The Paladins killed Cenkrill on the same day Arthus ‘succeeded’ his father and lead Lordaeron to its doom. However he was not allowed to linger in death, for soon after, the Dark Lady Sylvanas claimed Lordaeron for her own and Cenkrill was resurrected along with others to bolster her Forsaken ranks.
~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~

Suspision swirled in my mind. This Killy, she seemed to be different, she did not seem to be hollow, hollow like myself.

I continued down the street, on either side skeletal images could be seen through the smokey haze slaughtering unguarded civilians. At the end of the street was a small church, so far untouched by the plagued hands of my minions.

'If this Killy is not what she seems I will...' I spoke to myself but soon stopped mid-sentence.

Can this be? This is not possible, or is it?

I made my way closer to the church for a better look.

It is her, she is alive.

Her white silken robes bellowed out behind her as she fled the church. A past memory of a former life come back to haunt me, Selende.

[KillyEdanna]

Name: 'Killy'
Race: Female Forsaken
Age: 21 at death...
Class: priest
Equipment: little more than the tunic/gown she had on when she died. she has a mace given to her by her old friend who recognized her
History: Killy isn't a name that she gave herself it was one that developed when she woke up in the midst of a dying town, several years after she had been buried there. After somehow re-befriending an old friend she abandons her old town which is still dying of a wasting plauge swearing to catch up with her old friend at some point. At the current time she is trying to find out why old healing powers had held true to her when she is quite the opposite of living. And also is among the ranks of the Forsaken around Stormwind.

Though I had an obvious concern in front of me in the form of a doltish warrior circling me, I sent a fragment of my mind in the direction that I saw Cenkrill stalk off in. I was careful with the probe not wanting to be sensed especially when my blurry mind's eye found Cenkrill. I was suprised when I did.

When looking through my minds eye I see much less form and much more emotion. I knew what I had found was Cenkrill because of the dark pit of black and grey I had found. I was stunned by the slight trickle of lost love driping out of his form. I was so stunned that I almost lost my concentration. I paid a little more attention to the image in my mind's eye and the image became clearer as I searched for the reason for this love.

As the image cleared I saw a woman dressed in billowing white run out of the church left alone by the Forsaken. I was curious as to why this woman might have been causing any emotion from Cenkrill and intended to find out until I was reminded of my body in the house blocks away. I had gotten distracted.

Leaving a mental flag on that feeling lost in blackness I returned to my body to find the warrior bashing at my holy shield which was starting to weaken. Rotating my shoulders to waken myself a little more from my self-induced trance, I rasied my hand.

The warm glow that emitted from my hand traveled through my shield and wrapped around the undead warrior's hand. With a curse he dropped the sword and cradled his hand. I dropped my shield.

<OOC - i had written this before (and more to my liking) earlier when the forums crapped out>

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow

"So what are you doing here? Are you alone?" I asked Tarethad.

"Oh no. There are many of us here." he replied.

"What do you mean?" I asked slowly, sitting up.

"Oh, I forget to tell you. A scout group, led by the Elven Ranger Andricus
Snowdarter a few nights ago, found you unconscious, lying at the foot of a cliff, barely alive. They brought you back here, and me and my fellow Priests healed you. You're in a secret Elven base in southern Lordaeron. There are about 800 other Elves and half Elves here."

This was very interesting. A plan started to form in my head.

"I wish I could spend more time here with my Elven kin, but I have to return to Stormwind. It's under siege to the forces of the Horde." I said, as I got out of the warm bed.

"And what are you going to do when you get there? Charge the Orcs all by yourself?" Tarethad asked, roling his eyes.

"No, but with the help of your Elven warriors, Stormwind could be freed from the Horde's grip."

Tarethad looked at me as if I had told him to jump off of a bridge.

"We can't just march off from here to fight off every army of the horde that crops up, Terald."

"But my friends are in danger, Tarethad! If we don't act now, Stormwind's fate will be the same as Que'Thalas!"

"I understand your plight, Terald, but it doesn't work like that." Tarethad murmured sympathetically.

"And besides, who are you to command us to march south?" a cold voice said. In strode a Ranger, holding a longbow, eyes narrowed.

"I am Andricus Snowdarter, and we don't take orders from those we find at the bottom of cliffs."

It was time to show this guy my heritage. I had to accept my destiny as the Kig of the Elves, or otherwise Stormwind would be crushed. I stood up to my full height, and stared at Andricus.

"Listen, Ranger! I am Prince Terald Sunstrider, son of King Anasterian Sunstrider, and I tell you now, we must save Stormwind!" I yelled.

Andricus's expression melted into submission and surprise.

"My-my lord, it is as you say. I will gather our soldiers and prepare to march."

With that, the surprised Ranger took off to gather the army.

"So you've chosen to accept your destiny as a leader of Elves at last, Prince Terald. I am at your command." Tarethad said, as he bowed to me.

"On your feet, Tarethad. Right now, we need to reach Stormwind as soon as possible!"

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

Class: Undead Paladin (more of a warrior than a paladin-being undead kinds cuts you off almost completely from the Light).

Physical Appearance: Garshtnar looks a lot like what he looked like when he was living, besides the rotten skin and flies. He has white hair, muscular for a undead, and wears leather armor.

Equipment: A blade that have holy runes enscribes upon them.

History: In life Garshtnar was Malphrin Malastraun, a Paladin squire. However, he was killed in battle by Arthas. However, instead of becoming a zombie, he became a forsaken. On top of that, he wasn't forced to follow the lich king's will. He now seeks a cure for him self, if possible.

As I looked from a hill at the massive chaos Horde forces assaulting Stormwind's batterd walls and gated, I asked myslef, exactly how I was going to save Stormwind from it's imminent doom. I mean sure, in my so far few adventures, I've killed mindless undead and abominations, and maybe a few Necromancers, but these were Orcs. Undead had no intelligence: Orcs had some. Undead have no honor: Orcs have at least a twisted form of honor, one honor they will fight more passionly than an Undead Zombie would ever be capable of.

Then, at last it hit me, altough I hated to have to come to it. I had a jewel tucked away in one of my leather pockets: one that can summon a small army of Heavenly Defenders, ferocious beasts of the Light that are keenly effective against the Burning Legion and any of their foul creations, or those corrupted by them. Chaos Orcs, in my book, were corrupted.

However, there is a back side: I am undead, well, physicaly at least. The Heavenly Defenders will probbaly kill me on site. If I summon them, I will have to somehow get past their prejudice feelings for what I have become and convince me I still follow the light and allow me to lead the, against the Chaos Orcs.

I took out the jewel: whitter than any other star, shaped like a pillar with holy runes enscribed upon them. I repeated the words. Bedhind me stood the Heavenly Defenders, Wolf-beasts that stand on hind legs, wear plate armor, wield a broad sword, and are the most zealous defenders of the Faith you will ever find.

Their leader, wearing golden armor enscribed with jewels, aproached me steadily.

"Horrific creature of the Underworld! How dare thou release us from the glorious presence of the light! State the reason of your summoning, or have your head forever split from your neck. Speak quickly!"

I took a quick, easy breath(or as quick as one my darkened lungs would allow me) and began my defense. "Good defenders, warriors, and servants of the Light, I ask a favor that I fear that no servant of the Light will ever be able to repay. The Humans of Stormwind Keep, the one becon of hope for the Kingdoms of Man and those who follow and worship the Light, is undersiege by a large enemy of Chaos Orcs, servants of the Burning Legion and thier damned wills. I ask that you help me aid Stormwind in their defense against the Orcs."

The Guardians have began to gave me a look, a look between belief and disbelief. Their leader gave me one, final answer. "Undead, how is that I may now forever know that you are trully are a servant of the forever-living Light. You're appearnace alone reeks of the stench of Chaos!"

"Because, good Guardian, I was slain defending a fort of Man as a paladin against the Undead. I awoke as this, but without their control. I began on a quest to find some use in the world, beliving I chould still live. One day, deep within the tunnels of the dwarven provinces of Khaz'Modan,
I doscovered a rune stone that spoke of a crystal called the Kajjdorr that, according to the stone, is capable of returning me to life. I seek that stone now. But now is not the time of my selfish journey: now is the time to save these Humans of Stormwind Keep, worshipers of the Light evreyone of them, from the forces of Chaos, the enemies of the Light!"

I took another deep, quick breath, awaiting the leader's respons. For a moment that seemed to last forever, he just stood there, studying me. Then, he kneeled. And his men followed.

"Garshtnar Garwood, as you call yourself, you are greater than all of us bonded into one. Even in death, you follow the light, and even in death, you protect the races of man that forsake you. You risk your undeath to summon us. It is my honor, to follow you into battle."

With that, I lifted my blade, and faced the enemy. "Then, in the name of the Light, charge!"

And we did.

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Night Elf
Class: Swordsman
Skills\Traits: Great Reflexes, Tracking, Strong Insticts
Equipment: Two scimitar blades; a long sword from Zeir; a runeblade taken from Morte; standard leather armor

"Arghh..."

"Rolen, are you alive?"

I opened my eyes and saw Blackmoore was looking down at me. He was carrying me through Stormwind. Why? I wasn't sure at the time.

"Uhhh...put me down."

He let me down and I stood on my feet still confused. I sat down with the feeling of a lost of energy.

"What just happened?"

"Well, you were injured in a fight with a chaos orc, almost killed."

I started to remember slowly what happened to me. I looked around my body and saw the large gash in my body. When I noticed this, a shock of pain came at me. I winced at the pain, holding back.

"Are you sure you are alright? I will carry you to the sickbay if I have to."

"No, that won't be necessary. You are needed in the front. Go lead your army, I'll be fine."

"Well if you say so...I leave you with this."

Blackmoore raised his hand towards my wound and put a healing spell on me.

"Thanks."

He left me, trusting my word. I slowly lifted myself up, pain still worked its way around. I felt like I was being weighted down with a kudo on my back. I unstraped my harness holding my two swords and started dragging them on the ground. I looked around with no aim. Cluelessly I walked for several minutes. I looked down at my waist and saw only my sash, my scimitars were missing. I was in too much pain and too much confusion to think much of it now. I wondered around some more as aimlessly as ever. A voice came from what seemed to be a distance, but was only coming from a nearby building.

"Whoa, stop right there Night Elf! Are you blind to the fact that you are severly injured!? Come here, come here!"

I looked over and saw the man that appeared to be a priest. He was running towards me. I stared at him like he was wasting his time.

"What are you doing!? Cmon hold up stop walking away, you need help!"

"Where...am I?"

"You just past the sick bay."

"Good."

I looked around and it appeared what the man said was correct. I looked at the man again, then my vision began to fade. Last thing I heard was.

"Oh no!"

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow

The united Elven forces of almost a 1,000 soldiers from the resistance base marched up to the top of a hill, and looked down upon the carnage that now gripped Stormwind like a vice. Hundreds upon hundreds of well armed Orcs and Undead relentlessly attacked the brave but crumbling Human defenders. I took a few steps forward, flanked by the Ranger Andricus and the Priest Tarethad. The enemy was vast.

"There are too many Horde forces. We can't defeat them!" a young Elven Captain cried. There were nods of agreement from the troops around him.

"Maybe. Maybe we will all perish in a black battle far from home, but we will meet them in battle nonetheless, a red battle, an evil battle that will be sung of in days ahead! Now, if you are truly loyal to our Human allies, then chaaaaaaarrrggge!!!!!" I roared, as I drew my sword.

With that, the unified Elven forces charged on horse and foot down into the valley, drawing weapons, and screaming Elven battle cries. I charged at the head of the massive army of gold and blue, with Andricus and his bow, and Tarethad wielding his staff at my sides.

As our army rushed towards the Horde forces, they turned to meet us. The Troll and Undead archers raised their bows and javelins, preparing to unleash a deadly volley onto our ever advancing ranks.

But suddenly, they were slammed into disorder by a wave of glowing wolves, throwing their army into chaos. At the head of this new force of the Light was...Garshtnar!?

I had no time to ponder this however, as Terald Sunstrider's army of the Elves and Garshtnar Garwood's army of the Light both crashed into the Horde ranks.

I gave a great roar as I swung my sword, and cut down an Orc soldier in front of me. I looked to the right, and saw Garshtnar cleaving through the Troll ranks. So he was on our side after all! Then our armies began the battle to free Stormwind from the Horde!

[Cenkrill]

First off it was just undead, then there were chaos orcs, now it's the entire Horde? Please people make up your minds :p


Also, some of these things sounds oddly faimiliar *Goes and watches LOTR movies* yup, that's what I thought :p


(Sorry, I just like to criticise :p )

[The Flamestrike]

First off it was just undead, then there were chaos orcs, now it's the entire Horde? Please people make up your minds :p


Also, some of these things sounds oddly faimiliar *Goes and watches LOTR movies* yup, that's what I thought :p


(Sorry, I just like to criticise :p )

I'll just get this straight. The Forsaken attacked first, but were defeated and forced back, but were not ALL destroyed. And Raga Skullgripper had Chaos Orcs allied WITH other Horde forces. Hope that helps.

And yes, I did base the Elven charge on the Riders of Rohan. :thumbsup:

Imagines:

Raga Skullgripper: Late as usual, Undead scum! Come on, get off your ships!

*Garshtnar, Rolen and Lunaric jump off of Horde ships*

Lunaric to Rolen: There's plenty for the both of us, may the best Dwarf win!

*Massive army of the Defenders of the Light follow*

[Doublehex]

Yeah, I think we're focusing our sieges on Stormwind a little bit too much.

[The Flamestrike]

Perhaps, but the reason I got a battle at Stormwind started was because up until then, the only fighting was with Cenkrill.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

OT: lol yeh sorta funny how it turnin out like the two towers.. ill post something to finish off with siege.. then we can try and get into something else.. :idea:

[The Flamestrike]

The Two Towers? I thought it sounded more like the Battle of the Pellenor Fields.

[Doublehex]

The first battle was The Two Towers, the second is forming into Pelenor Fields.

[The Flamestrike]

Oh I see. Man, I remember when in the first Alliance thread, the battle at Orgrimmar was based on Helm's Deep...

BTW, I was thinking of doing a characters index list, not just of players, but also of NPC's and anything else.

[Alakon]

I personally don't mind the similarity to LOTR, that trilogy rocked! :worship:
But I agree that the Stormwind battle should be finished up at some point, with a suitably climatic ending. Maybe a confrontation of Leaders? :scratch:

[The Flamestrike]

I personally don't mind the similarity to LOTR, that trilogy rocked! :worship:
But I agree that the Stormwind battle should be finished up at some point, with a suitably climatic ending. Maybe a confrontation of Leaders? :scratch:

Great idea!

Name: Raga Skullgripper
Race: Chaos Orc
Class: Warrior

I gasped in frozen alarm as a combined force of Elves and defenders of the Light quickly tore through the ranks of my forces, slaying everything in their path in a frenzied rage. At their head were two mighty figures: a tall, bright half Elven Warrior and a strong, well-built Undead Warrior, both cleaving down Orc, Troll and Forsaken forces with their longswords, yelling their battle cries. I was amazed by the fact that an Undead was slaying his own, or that a half Elf was leading an army, but now was not the time to ponder things like that.

I gathered myself together, and ran into the enemy ranks, hacking and slashing with my sword.

As I fought, I noticed many of the Horde forces had lost heart, and started to retreat. Angrily, I roared:

"Get back here, you maggots! Get back here!"

Some of the Chaos Orcs reformed, and made a desperate charge, but we were being pushed back. If only I could get to and kill their leader...

[KillyEdanna]

I think Killy is starting to wonder why the undead warrior that has been threatening her is staring into space...

[Doublehex]

Cenkrill, I think that's your cue...

[Alakon]

Yay! :clap: I am proud to annouce, I managed to squeeze some time out of my busy schedule of sitting on my *** and staring into space wondering about the real world to post Poog's third, or is it fourth :scratch: part.
P.S I writ the above post again, don't get confused.

Name:Poog
Race:Imp
Class:Freed Familiar
Weapons:The power of imagination.
Description: Judge for yourself.

A Nightelf and an Orc, I was contemptuous of both. Pitiful creatures, so involved with their own little dispute that they didn't notice the true threat before them... me. As such they deserve to be smote down by my mighty hand, but... why bother? They were beneath my notice, I shook the straw off my wings and flitted off to find what was truly important, with the divine guidance of my stomach. As I flew by the side of an old building,a window had the nerve to open just as I flew past!
It clipped my wing, but as usual I managed to save myself, I drew back, eying this new threat. It was apparently just sitting there, but my voice of experience knew other wise. I saw movement in the darkness, and swept towards it intending to blast it with all the power at my command, but as I dove it, the beast shrieked a battlecry and something clipped me just behind the ear!
As I plunged I caught a glimpse of my assailant, it was a short dumpy woman, dressed in drab brown, waving around a stick, I skipped aside on the floor at it came crashing down.
Another dwarf with a stick, perfect.
I made a mad dash for the window which I deemed the lesser of two evils, but the window, evidently possessing a sadistic nature, closed just as I careened into it. The dwarf made a grab for me, all the while
yelling at the top of her considerable lungs. Fortunately she missed, and she managed to hit the window, which served it right.
I dived out the window through the slight gap, scraping my wings, but I could live with the loss of a bit of skin and membrane with that woman behind me. I burst out with the woman's screeches following after me, I shuddered at yet another narrow escape.
As I passed through the streets of the apparently abandoned city, I caught a whiff of something. I paused to identify the smell. Bread! On my short stay on this mortal world, I had acquired a taste for the substance called bread, I could see why it was a popular addtion to any meal. The taste was hellish (or as you mortals would have it, heavenly), not to mention the nutritious value inherent in the weevils.
I followed my eager nose down the streets, being careful to avoid any walls, or spiteful windows.
I found the source of the smell, I could almost see it wafting out the window, drifting in the breeze towards me, tantalizing, enticing.
I looked at the window with some skepticism, I was most certainly not going to risk my neck on that thing. I planned to eat, not be eaten.
But, all my worries were solved, I spied a small pipe at the top, obviously made for small, hungry Imp's.
I soared up in the bright sky, shielding my eyes, and popped into the whole. I admit, that pop is not a very heroic word as befits someone of my talent and persona, but I cannot deny that that's what it sounded like. It was a most definite pop.
Anyway, I popped down the chimney, and was blasted by a wave of black, Shadow Magic! I sped down the chimney to confront the mage, I shot out in a cloud of blackness, that made my eyes tear and filled my lungs.
The Shadow Mage was there, sitting on his throne of glory, thinking himself above me.
I puffed out my chest and showed him I wasn’t afraid, the mage waved his wand at me “Goo!” he threatened.
“I will throw you into oblivion mage!” I screamed at him. “WAHHHHHHHH!” he screamed back.
I flew in for the kill, but the wily mage, anticipating such an attack pointed his wand and me, which shot out a glob of grey. Splat! Blinded again, I clawed at my face to get the vile substance off.
I drew back “Impudent mage!” I said ominously “Do you not comprehend the powers that I possess!”
At that moment the Mage’s guard showed up.
“Just what is the problem Jacob! I left not two minutes ago, and already you’ve made a mess!” the stout lady said. I eyed her warily, for she had in her hand…you guessed it, a stick. A big dirty stick, covered in more of the greyish goo.
“Good heavens! What on earth is that!”? It was a comment I would have found amusing at another time, but not now.
“Gooyah!” the mage said authoritatively. I decided it was best if I made myself scarce again, the mage would not be flattered by confronting me! I spied the object of my search, right under the hole from which I had come.
What a cunning ploy! They knew no-one not as brave as myself would never attempt to go through the black magic.
I snatched up the bread and made an imp-line for the window, the Mage assailed me from behind, the coward, shrieking his battle-cry “WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!”
To speed my escape I poofed again. Hmm… maybe teleport’s a better word, oh well.
I had no time to orient myself, there was a roar and a thunderous charge, I got one glimpse of a glowing wolf-like creature bearing down on me. I wasted no time, I sped up out of range, to my surprise the wolf thing leapt after me! I was clever as well as good-looking so the wolf’s jaws found nothing but smoke.
I had teleported roughly thirty meters above the battle, so I could observe the front lines descending upon each other.
Chaos orc’s, I saw with some surprise, I had thought that wretched Orc Thrall had gotten rid of them.
‘Perhaps this could be turned to my advantage’ I thought as I munched on the bread.

[Cenkrill]

Cenkrill, I think that's your cue...
Actually, I think she means Blackmoore's undead character Aedelas (I can't bebothered looking for the correct spelling, I'm slack :p )

[Cenkrill]

Note-- I hate writing love scenes :p

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Name: Cenkrill
Race: Forsaken
Age: 25
Class: Priest
Equipment: Broadsword, metal greaves and gauntlets, black hooded robe.
Description: Being buried for only a short time, Cenkrill has risen from the dead with only mild signs of decay affecting his hands and feet. He has blonde hair that just reaches past his jaw line and his eyes have golden irises. He is tall with a fairly masculine build and his face is hidden by his hood at all possible times. From a distance he looks human but up close you can see that his skin is pale.
History: Cenkrill’s parents were both priests of Lordaeron, and it was only fitting that he follow their in footsteps. So he did, and became one of the best. Though he lost faith in the light after his parents both died of natural causes, he soon became reacquainted with it after he fell in love with a priestess by the name of Selende. They became enthralled with each other, and soon became engaged, but their love was not to last. When the plague began to get out of hand Selende was sent to a village to help find a cure, that was the last Cenkrill ever saw of her.
Weeks later reports were received stating that the village was raised. While this was hard to bear, he once again lost faith in the light after he received Selende’s blood coated engagement ring, and this time he fell into darkness. In his sorrow the dark forces of magic quickly took hold and he became obsessed with learning them and about their dark origins. At this time, the Scourge were everywhere and any act of dark magic lead to quick execution. The Paladins killed Cenkrill on the same day Arthus ‘succeeded’ his father and lead Lordaeron to its doom. However he was not allowed to linger in death, for soon after, the Dark Lady Sylvanas claimed Lordaeron for her own and Cenkrill was resurrected along with others to bolster her Forsaken ranks.
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I followed as she ran through the now ever-present shroud of smoke towards a large building. She ran up the stairs and through the large wooden doors, slamming them shut. I followed soon after, pushing them open and entering the what seemed to be priest sanctum.

I looked around the room, no one. The room was empty besides a few tables and bookshelves that surrounded a spiralling stairway that lead to the rooms above. With no other doors to go through, I climbed the stairs.As I reached the top I saw the back of the memory that haunted me the most.

She stood staring out from a balcony at the city below, the fire burning and the smoke twisting into the clouds. He white silk robes floating in the wind, unmarked by the bloodshed below.

I approached but she did not stir or speak until I was right behind her.

'Kill me. So much has been taken from me already...' Her voice was tormented with despair.

'So much, yes. But not everything.' I placed my hand on her shoulder. 'I have come back for you.'

'Cenkrill?' She turned, tears streaming down her cheeks. 'It is you!' With that she kissed me, but pulled back as the bitter cold of my lips penetrated her secure warmth. 'You're, you're one of them!'

'I live an undying death, torn between two worlds, like them. But it does not mean I am one of them.'

'I...' She paused, then embraced me, our lips meeting once again, but this time she did not pull away.

[Doublehex]

*shiver* That jusy creeps me out. A lot.

[The Flamestrike]

*shiver* That jusy creeps me out. A lot.

Me too. My hairs are standing up on end...

[KillyEdanna]

ewwwwwwwwwwwww

[Blackmoore]

Cenkrill wins. Hands down. Awesome writing everone! Mine shall come soon!

[The Flamestrike]

Cenkrill wins. Hands down. Awesome writing everone! Mine shall come soon!

What??? You mean my Warcraft rendition of Pelennor Fields didn't win!?!?! I am outraged! :lol:

[Doublehex]

What??? You mean my Warcraft rendition of Pelennor Fields didn't win!?!?! I am outraged! :lol:

Huh? What happaned? Was there a competition or something, and no one told me? This is an outrage!

[The Flamestrike]

Huh? What happaned? Was there a competition or something, and no one told me? This is an outrage!

So you're outraged too? Good, because I'm outraged!

BTW, DH, could you post something on the battle outside of Stormwind? I'm looking forward to seeing Garshtnar and Terald kill a few Horde members...

[KillyEdanna]

*cries* I just wrote a whole thing on me watching cenkrill again and it didn't work.

...basically stated that Killy got pulled back by the erruption of love emitting from Cenkrill and was utterly confused, discusted, and yearning all at the same time with it. probed Selende's mind and knows their relationship.

that was it in a nutshell.

*cries some more over lost post*

edit - *delayed outrage at the whole 'best ever' thing and glares*

[The Flamestrike]

*cries* I just wrote a whole thing on me watching cenkrill again and it didn't work.

...basically stated that Killy got pulled back by the erruption of love emitting from Cenkrill and was utterly confused, discusted, and yearning all at the same time with it. probed Selende's mind and knows their relationship.

that was it in a nutshell.

*cries some more over lost post*

edit - *delayed outrage at the whole 'best ever' thing and glares*

Uhoh, the outrage is spreading far and wide...

BTW, sorry about your lost post. Trust me, I know how it feels.

IC:

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow

I laughed as I stood side by side with Garshtnar, hacking through the Horde ranks.

"So you're on our side again?" I uttered as I ripped my blade through a Troll berserker.

"You could say that," Garshtnar muttered as he stabbed an Orc warrior.

"So what happened after I took my little...tumble?" I asked whilst I mashed up a Ghoul.

"It's a long story. Ask me when all this is over." Garshtnar replied as he slew a Necromancer.

"Right. I'll take the Elves into the city and finish off the enemy in there, whilst you and the Defenders of the Light take care of this lot." I suggested.

"Sounds fine to me," Garshtnar answered.

With that I left Garshtnar to his work as I led the cheering Elven forces through Stormwind, slaying the Horde soldiers we came across. I looked back to see that most of the Horde outside had been defeated. Stormwind was free!

Even as I cried out, I saw Cenkrill! And even worse, he was standing over my old friend, Serelde, the High Elven Sorceress. But for some reason, the beautiful High Elf was calm and peaceful, as was Cenkrill. Almost as if they cared for eachother... However, I had to stop Cenkrill from doing anything to harm Serelde. I knew that Sorceress from Dalaran, and she was one of the kindest Elves I had met.

I sprang between Cenkrill and Serelde. For a second, he seemed surprised, but then his face darkened as he remembered our fight days ago in Gen. Blackmoore's camp.

"So you didn't die the last time, little halfling? Well, not this time!" Cenkrill drew his sword.

"Don't you dare touch Serelde, Undead scum!" I shouted, as I raised my sword.

"Wait, Terald, Cenkrill and me, we're..."

"Leave it for later, Serelde. Let me put an end to this Undead monster!"

OOC: Sorry if that ended up sounding corny. It's the best I could come up with now. Cenkrill can post the next event.

[Cenkrill]

Note-- Selende is no longer a high elf, I changed her to a human (it just seemed more realistic). But for you not knowing is my fault, I should have told you all that I changed Cenkrill's history slightly... again. :p
Oh, and she's a priest not a sorceress :) But besides that it's all good. We can just say that she lived at Quel'thalas for awhile enhancing her magic skills or something and that's when you two met :)

And I assume we are still on the balcony?

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Name: Cenkrill
Race: Forsaken
Age: 25
Class: Priest
Equipment: Broadsword, metal greaves and gauntlets, black hooded robe.
Description: Being buried for only a short time, Cenkrill has risen from the dead with only mild signs of decay affecting his hands and feet. He has blonde hair that just reaches past his jaw line and his eyes have golden irises. He is tall with a fairly masculine build and his face is hidden by his hood at all possible times. From a distance he looks human but up close you can see that his skin is pale.
History: Cenkrill’s parents were both priests of Lordaeron, and it was only fitting that he follow their in footsteps. So he did, and became one of the best. Though he lost faith in the light after his parents both died of natural causes, he soon became reacquainted with it after he fell in love with a priestess by the name of Selende. They became enthralled with each other, and soon became engaged, but their love was not to last. When the plague began to get out of hand Selende was sent to a village to help find a cure, that was the last Cenkrill ever saw of her.
Weeks later reports were received stating that the village was raised. While this was hard to bear, he once again lost faith in the light after he received Selende’s blood coated engagement ring, and this time he fell into darkness. In his sorrow the dark forces of magic quickly took hold and he became obsessed with learning them and about their dark origins. At this time, the Scourge were everywhere and any act of dark magic lead to quick execution. The Paladins killed Cenkrill on the same day Arthus ‘succeeded’ his father and lead Lordaeron to its doom. However he was not allowed to linger in death, for soon after, the Dark Lady Sylvanas claimed Lordaeron for her own and Cenkrill was resurrected along with others to bolster her Forsaken ranks.
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Selende knew this half elf, this Terald? It did not matter. We fought on the balcony, our clashing swords echoing, joining the sounds of battle below.

'Now you die!' He lunged at me again, but I parried.

'The living always say that, but they can never seem to finish the task.'

Selende stood in the corner, terrified at the battle that now took place before her. She looked like she was about to scream.

Terald then brought his sword down from above his head again, but blocking his blow sent him staggering backwards. I glanced over the balconies edge, High Elves fought what was left of my small army.

He regained his composure and also looked down at the burning city. 'Looks like your outnumbered.' He smiled.

I glanced over at the stairs then back at the half elf.

'Then I will take my leave.' I outstretched my hand and blasted his mind with shadow magic, the force causing his head to be flung back.

Grabbing Selende's hand I made my way down the stairs, but at the bottom we were confronted by two High Elves. I turned, but at the top of the stairs stood Terald, blood gushing from his nose, smeared from where he had tried to wipe it with his hand.

'Elves can never win a battle one on one, they must always cower in groups.' Turning back to the two High Elves I cast a spell. A glazed look took hold in one of the elves' eyes, causing him to turn to the other and stab him. The surprised elf fell to the ground, blood erupting from the wound in his chest.
Running past, I sent my mind controlled minion at Terald, who had no choice but to kill him.

I vanished, along with Selende into the war torn streets.

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

Class: Undead Paladin (more of a warrior than a paladin-being undead kinds cuts you off almost completely from the Light).

Physical Appearance: Garshtnar looks a lot like what he looked like when he was living, besides the rotten skin and flies. He has white hair, muscular for a undead, and wears leather armor.

Equipment: A blade that have holy runes enscribes upon them.

History: In life Garshtnar was Malphrin Malastraun, a Paladin squire. However, he was killed in battle by Arthas. However, instead of becoming a zombie, he became a forsaken. On top of that, he wasn't forced to follow the lich king's will. He now seeks a cure for him self, if possible.

"Graagh!" an orc's final cry of life as I sent my blade through his torso.

Suddenly, I felt the weight of something heavy as it tackeled me. Whatever it was, when I chould I pushed him off me.

"Die!" It was a chaos orc, one that seems to be more skilled than his other brethren. His broadsword clashed with mine, as sparks flied.

"Die!"

"Is that all you orcs ever say?" I said with a smirk as I kicked him away from me. The orc leaped into the air, attempting to slice me into two. I quickly side steped out of his path, and sliced his right arm off. I heard the think of his blade and his hand fall to the ground.

The orc cried a great scream of pain and agony, and then dissapeared in a purple cloud of smoke.

I felt the weight of a Guardian's arm on my shoulder. It was their leader. "Garshtnar, by the glory of the light, we have won a great victory for him. But, we must go."

"I understand. Farewell."

With that, nearly nine hundred Guardians vanished in golden light.

At last, the battle is won. And a new one begins.

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Night Elf
Class: Swordsman
Skills\Traits: Great Reflexes, Tracking, Strong Insticts
Equipment: Two scimitar blades; a long sword from Zeir; a runeblade taken from Morte; standard leather armor

Where am I...? What happened to me...? Why am I here..?

I looked around, everything seemed dark and blurry. I felt numb, like I was unable to control my movements. I heard nothing and couldn't sense anything. But one feeling I had was a feeling of safety.

"Welcome to the Emerald Dream." A voice from a distance came at me. I knew whom it belonged to.

"Zeir...what happened...?"

"Seems you past out."

"But you...you're suppose to be dead."

"I was allowed to rest in the Emerald Dream for the rest of eternity." Zeir's face was calm, like it used to be. He never worried about anything. He was a lot like me but much less careless and did everything perfect. Where as I just happen to screw up a lot.

"Well...I should be saying thats great...but still I am confused."

"I brought you here to tell you something."

"That something is?"

"Heh, usually I'm the one to get straight to the point." He looked up at something, something that when I looked at it disappered. I was reminded how I usually waste time toying around. Zeir was always focused and always got to the point, he never wasted time. "I need to tell you that right now, you have a choice."

I stared at him blankly. I didn't understand what he was saying, or what was happening, but I took his word.

"You can either stay here in the Emerald Dream for the rest of eternity, dead to the rest of the world, but at perfect peace..."

Zeir looked at me again. He knew what I was going to say even before he told me the other choice. We were best friends, we knew every little thing about each other.

"Or return back to Stormwind, losing chance of resting in the Emerald Dream forever."

"Zeir, you know what I will say."

"Then, I have only a short time."

"What do you need to do...?"

Another blank stare came out of me. Zeir, with his joyful smile, just look up in the sky where I saw nothing but he saw something that deserved his attention.

"I need you to fight me for the last time."

"Finally words I understand."

Zeir took out his sword, the same sword I've been using since I arrived in Azeroth. I reached over my back to grab Morte's runeblade, but there was nothing. I reached on the other side for Zeir's sword but nothing again. I looked for my scimitars and again, nothing to be used.

"Rolen..."

"Zeir..."

"Ready?"

I looked up at Zeir. He had his full hard leather armor. I didn't even have a cotton shirt. I stared into his eyes, eyes that showed confidance. The last thing I thought about was saying no to this fight, even without a sword I was going to battle.

"...Yes." I replied.

"It was nice knowing you."

"Likewise."

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

Well damn im gonna have to write a big post up to cover all this.. great work guys.. ill post later tonight

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow

Angrily I stepped over my comrades' corpses and ran after Cenkrill. Stay there, friends, perhaps I can get a Paladin to resurrect you once all this is done. I had to save Selende. I could never forgive myself if that Undead beast brought her to harm. Because I had once loved her, too, and she had been with me, in our short time in the wonders of Quel'Thalas. But when she found out that I was really a half-Elf she left me for Cenkrill. However, we still cared for each other. But inside, I wondered...if she actually loved Cenkrill? Impossible!

I dashed down the streets, ignoring the cheering High Elven troops and dieing Horde warriors as I followed Cenkrill and Selende. But I would never catch them at this rate.

So I dropped onto one knee and readied a freezing arrow as Cenkrill and Selende ran for the gates.

Straight and true may this arrow
Go speeding to my craven foe. I muttered.

Then I fired.

The freezing arrow struck Cenkrill in the leg. He stopped running, and bent over, pulling the arrow from his leg.

"Cenkrill, no!" I heard Selende cry, just as she cast a healing spell on him. But I was already there, sword drawn.

"Stand back, Selende, and I'll put an end to this nightmare," I gasped, as I readied my sword. Cenkrill did the same.

However, Selende sprang in between us, screaming:

"Both of you, stop it! Terald, Cenkrill isn't trying to hurt me, he loves me!"

I gasped in shock.


OOC: This thread's got the highest post count in the whole forum! We've beaten the original Alliance threads! :clap: :winner:

[Doublehex]

And we're not even at Kalimdor yet :)

[The Flamestrike]

And we're not even at Kalimdor yet :)

*sighes* Aye, those were the days...

[Fenikkusu]

And we're not even at Kalimdor yet :)

Kalimdor!? Hell most of us haven't even left Stormwind!