The Alliance

[Doublehex]

In the first alliance thread, when we were at this stage of the roleplay, we were in Kalimdor.

Well, Garshtnar was at least.

[The Flamestrike]

In the first alliance thread, when we were at this stage of the roleplay, we were in Kalimdor.

Well, Garshtnar was at least.

I remember now. You were with that Troll Xarx. Aye, the good ol' days... :buddies:

[Blackmoore]

Aye...Galbryn and Johan were quite the team. I think most of must should move on. If Trick doesn't return soon, I'll have to write for him.

[Alakon]

Dude, don't cry (pats Killy consolingly on the shoulder) I'm sure they'll make it up to you.

BTW, to all Lord of the Rings fans, I got a site off my friend that yous may like.
LOTR Very Secret diaries (http://www.ealasaid.com/misc/vsd/)
Then again, you might be offended.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

lol yeh well we'll have to get out of StormWind asap... but damn'it im so freekin busy its not funny and its halloween?!!!! gotta scare sum ppl.. my next post will be me getting the heck out of stormwind

[Preach]

OT:

to be honest, i dont know what the hell is actualy going on, I havent seen any posts that would require me to post, still dont know wtf to start with. Umm basically i need a reason to enter. Well talk to you later, waitin for a post that requires my char, almost thinkin of entering him somewhere else in stormwind. Let me know what u think is best.

[The Flamestrike]

OT:

to be honest, i dont know what the hell is actualy going on, I havent seen any posts that would require me to post, still dont know wtf to start with. Umm basically i need a reason to enter. Well talk to you later, waitin for a post that requires my char, almost thinkin of entering him somewhere else in stormwind. Let me know what u think is best.

You don't have to post something really important to start with. Just post about what you're doing at the time.

[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.

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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What seemed like hours were mere minutes, nothing was left. Everyone had died all the men and women have perished by the hands of the horde. The once gigantic standing gates of Stormwind are now rubble. My cloth ripped my body bruised and wounded, my mind dazed. The last few of us were fighting for our lives; I and 4 other footmen were all that was left of the ground units.

*How could this be?*

*We are losing and the great city will fall…*

Chaos Orcs started to swarm in thought the gates.

*Just great more enemies…*

I picked up a near by sword and started hacking away at ghouls close by, then I took a shield off a nearby corpse and fought like never before. Slicing my way through the ranks of skeletons and ghouls.

The 4 footmen then were with me were dead. I stood strong and threw down the shield and sword. The ghouls and countless Orcs swarmed towards me with fiery rage.

*It is time…*

I brought my hands toward the Orcs, they grunted with disbelief, then they ran with there axes and spear in the air letting out huge war cries.

*I am the last defense...*

*Damn’it where the hell are the others?!*

They set alight the houses everything was on fire; I pulled my hands into the air and focused,

“YOU SHALL! NOT! PAAASS!!!”

With those words spoken a shield around me elapsed a shield of dark purple flames, the Orcs ran straight into me only to be repelled back a mere 20 yards,

*I can’t hold this for long…*

Veins started to pop all around my body, my muscles tensed, and my mind cleared. I took one deep breath and released the shield of energy into one huge bolt of flame

“ARGHHHHHHH!!!” I screamed with anger.

The bolt hit many Orcs scorching them, shrieks could be heard from the foul beasts, there burnt carcasses fell down onto the ground.

*…Crispy…*

I knelt to the ground to take a breather, but then suddenly a faint booming noise could be heared, it was coming from out side.

*Just great... what now?*

Elite chaos Blademasters came sprinting to me un-sheathing there swords ready to chop me into pieces, but then the sound of galloping horses was in the air.

A booming horn let out a shrieking sound. The Orcs stopped and looked at each other then turned around. It was Garshtnar and a Terald on horseback with a whole army behind them.

*Finally…*

They cut through the ranks of horde scum with ease, but I was glad that I could finally rest, just then from behind an Orc came up against me and stabbed my torso,

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh” I cried

I put my bloody hand upon his head and used soul tap,

“Your soul is mine…” I coughed with a blood filled mouth.

The Orc’s face went blank he let go of his blade and fell to the ground quivering, as he’s soul rejuvenated my body, I took out the blade and stood up, I looked around and all the elves were cheering.

*Well looks like it’s over for now…*

*But where are Terald and Garshtnar?*

Then I saw Terald pursuing 2 others, a priestess, and an undead, he looked familiar, it was Cenkrill. I clutched my head remembering what he had done to me; he will pay with his life.

I followed Terald down the streets of the cheering elves. I ran around the corner and Terald and Cenkrill had unsheathed there swords ready to fight when the young priestess separated them and said “Both of you, stop it! Terald, Cenkrill isn't trying to hurt me, he loves me!" with that said Terald was speechless. Cenkrill started to mumble under his breath.

The priestess held Cenkrill close to her, and then a tear fell down Teralds face.

*How could she even have feelings for that thing?*

*Well he’s time will soon end once again…*

“CENKRILL!!!” I shouted with a booming voice.

“WE HAVE SOME UNFINISHED BUSINESS!!!”

Cenkrill looked straight at me.

“I thought I had taught you a lesson human, you’re nothing but a weakling and pitiful excuse for a warlock”

He lifted up his hand and started to conjure a Curse.

“I guess you humans will never learn”

Terald then wiped away the tear, he snapped, he took out his sword with anger and raised it to Cenkrills neck.

“No don’t Terald” screamed the young priestess.

I then started to conjure a spell that I had been waiting to use on Cenkrill ever since the day we last met ‘Curse of Agony’ I raised my hand and clenched my fist.

“Now we shall see whose weak...”


OT: Hope its good enuff, now it’s up to you guys now, sorry if I stuffed up your plans on what you were going to do but had to write about something. Gona go play sum gw…

[Alakon]

What battle was that? Helm's deep with some Balrog?

[Doublehex]

I think he was trying to post the events of three pages all into one post.

[Alakon]

So that's why we had the battle again.
S'all good then. :thumbsup:

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

yeh sorry bout that guys, just havn't posted in a while so yeh sorta put everything in one post, next time ill put it in sections..

[Preach]

OFF TOPIC:
So, I am going to take it that, we are in Stormwind, it is being attacked by Chaos orcs and undead? In that case ill make up something to make my guy usefull then. Ill post tomorrow, scratch my last entry post.

[The Flamestrike]

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

Angrily I held my sword at Cenkrill's neck. I was going to kill him at last. But Selende tugged my arm softly. She was weeping.

"No, Terald, please, please don't kill him..." I stared at Cenkrill.

I paused to speak. "But it would be justice to slay this...thing. He deserves death many times over."

Spyck Daymen, who had joined us, nodded slowly.

"Then let us be done with it!" he cried as he grabbed a sword from a corpse. Vut I stopped him.

"No. I won't slay him for Selende's sake."

At this, Cenkrill looked up, and Spyck's eyes darkened.

"But I never, ever want to see him here again."

[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.
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'Your love for her will be your undoing.' I pulled out my animal skull and summoned my mount with it.

The win howled as my undead steed appeared out of the shadows of a nearby alley. The human and half elf cringed at the noise but regained their composure as the wind settled back down into a soft breeze.

'Now if you'll excuse us, we'll be going. I helped Selende onto my mount despite the protest in her eyes of riding such a beast.

I jumped up behind her and turnt to face the half elf. I reached out with my thoughts and spoke into Teralds mind. 'She's mine now.' I made a mocking smile then rode out the gates.

[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

I slowly woke up and saw a priest looking down at me with a worried face.

"Ahh, you're up! Praise the light! I was worried about you. You were moving around, rolling around in the bed. I was hoping you would survive whatever you were going through."

I sat up with ease but the priest got more worried.

"No, you shouldn't be moving around after you've been sleeping like you were."

"I'm perfectly fine. For your information, I'm at the best condition I've been in since ever."

The priest looked at me like I was crazy but he didn't know what I went through.

"If I tried to explain to you, you'd only be more confused than you already are."

This man didn't know that I had just fought my greatest rival and fulfilled a promise. I've learned what I wanted to learn. Even though I learned a lot I need to be able to put my teachings to test. I left the sick bay, grabbing my two swords along the way. As I stepped out I saw that Stormwind was no longer at defence and everyone was celebrating a hard fought victory. I continued walking without sharing joy with the defenders because there were still two more swords that I needed to grab. I walked out of the city and towards where my battle with Raga was. I looked around, saw my scimitars, picked them up and walked back into Stormwind.

Zeir told me that I should find the Kajjdorr quickly and not waste a moment. I asked him if the Forsaken were getting close but he was not worried about them or the Horde. His worries were with one main person. Someone that had a key that unlocked the door to the Kajjdorr. He told me not to let him, or anyone else that might use its power wrongly. I promised him I wouldn't let him down. I saw in his eyes that he trusted my words and felt no need to worry about it. I wondered if he was being too confidant.

After some roaming, I saw Blackmoore with some of his men celebrating their victory. I came up to Blackmoore and grabbed his arm.

"We don't have time to waste."

"Huh? Rolen? Good to see you alive!"

"Look, we need to find the Kajjdorr. I've been told that there are some people outside of the Forsaken that are searching for its power. They are said to possible want it for evil uses.

"Well we can't let that happen. I'll gather up some people and Garshtnar and we will leave for it. But for now I'd like to rest."

"Understandable, but please don't waste time."

[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.

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 Cenkrill rode off into the darkness of the woods with the priestess known as Selende, me and Terald looked at each other and knew that she wasn’t safe with that thing, but there wasn’t anything that we could do because this emotion called love is more powerful then any spell or curse more powerful then any sword or hammer we could do nothing but hope.

“What now?” I said with a low toned voice, looking deeply at Teralds still enraged face.

“I’m guessing that we find Blackmoore” he replied.

“Very well then”

With the last word Terald turned around and walked slowly back to the still cheering Elven army. I followed but looked back into the woods that Cenkrill rode into.

*Next time we meet Cenkrill it will be our last…*

I turned around and followed Terald into the group of celebrating Elves, awaiting our next orders from Blackmoore where ever he may be.

[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.

I had had enough. I could feel various things going on around me; the chaos orcs defeat, the disappearance of a great light force, a curious leader of them, Cenkrill's attraction to a woman - Selende as I had found - and their leaving, and the depletion and soon to be absense of any other undead in the area. Well, let's just say that they were going to be made perminently dead.

This last thing worried me the most. If this warrior and I were found we would surely be destroyed. There was only one thing that I could think of doing but trying to focus on the events occuring around me and watching the undead warrior in front of me was preventing me from making a decision. Until I was forced to.

"We have no time for this," I said steping towards the warrior and ebbing off my shield a little bit.

He responded with his sword blade coming for me. It almost did if not for my shield.

"Damn it," I swore as I felt ichor, and remains of blood flow towards a slash in my left arm. Swearing was something that I never did in life. I don't remember having so much of a temper either.

Flinging my right arm towards him, mace now in hand, I knew I was getting nowhere. He easily deflected it and I nearly lost my grip on my mace. Somehow I managed to lift my left hand above my head and was about to send a blast of pain towards the dolt when I heard footsteps near the door of the house that we were in. I had just enough time before the door opened to redirect my blast. As the door opened I sent it right at the human scout that opened it. The man toppled over groaning and another two charged in.

I was forced to take a couple steps back so the warrior was between me and the two that entered. Suprisingly the bull-headed warrior lowered his weapon at the sight of these men. I cast a shield over him. The fool better have protection of hes going to stand there like that.

"Surrender yourselves," one of the humans squeaked at the sight of our animated corpses. The warrior stood up straight and sheithed his sword. I backed up farther into the shadows. Why is he standing there like that I thought. I had given up trying to explain my plight to humans that crossed my path eariler because they would either scream unsensibly or try to attack me. I was reading another blast, less pain because I didn't intend to really hurt anyone unless they ment to do such to me.

The warrior then spoke to me looking slightly over his sholder. "Undead, if you are who you say you are you will surrender with me."

I lowered my hand with the creaking of joints. This man was right. I need someone to actually listen to me but part of me was beginning to fret like a trapped rabbit. I hung my mace to my side and ignored the pain in my arm as I stepped forward and cancelled the sheild on both the warrior and myself.

Swords still pointed at the both of us, the two scouts looked at us in utter disbelief. I finally noticed that they were little more than sixteen years old. I looked at the man that I had toppled that was still there groaning still. He must have been the one in charge. I took a couple careful steps forward as the two backed farther away. One finally noticed that they were leaving the groaning man unguarded. He stepped forward blade between me and the man.

"What do you think you are doing?" the undead warrior said behind me.

"Fixing my mistake," I said looking up at the face of the boyand trying not to look as horrific as I plainly did. "You can slay me if I don't."

I crouched near the body as the boy's blade moved towards me but farther from the body, accepting my words after a pause. I raised my right hand over the man and whispered a pardon to him as I felt the warming spread into my hand and to his body easing the pain I inflicted. I stepped back and as the man woke from his pain and grabbed at his sword and standing switfly. Faster than I had anticipated. I was going to be too late with a shield.

As the sword came down I heard a clanging of metal onto metal. I looked up from my fallen position on the floor. The warrior had stepped over me and blocked the blade.

"We have surrendered. This is unnecisarry."

"They what?!" he said turning to the boys. They nodded. "Tie their hands," he ordered causing the boys to snap to attention and do as such, trying not to actually touch us and confisgate our weapons.

Mentally to the warrior I asked What now?

We wait, he thought plainly. As we were lead out the house door swords pointed at us and me left with the confusion of why I felt slight recognition from the human leader towards the undead warrior.

[The Flamestrike]

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

I was fuming with stifled rage at Cenkrill as I went to find Blackmoore. Why didn't I just kill that b****** when I had the chance!? I growled. Spyck came up behind me, noting my anger.

As I thought about the beautiful Selende being helplessly carried off by Cenkrill, I grew angrier and angrier. At last I broke.

"I SHOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING!" I roared as I kicked an Orc helmet away. I fell to the floor, filled with grief.

Spyck came up to me, and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry Terald. Someday, somehow, we'll find and free Selende, and put an end to that b****** Cenkrill."

The words soothed me a bit. I rose from the blood stained streets, drying my eyes on my cloak.

"You're right, Spyck. Cenkrill can't escape justice forever. And when it does finally catch up with him, and we free Selende, we can dance on his grave."

Spyck chuckled. "And I'll be dancing with you on the tombstone. Come on, let's go find Blackmoore."

"Thanks for that, Spyck."

"No problem."

As we strode across the war torn streets of Stormwind Keep, my heart lightened at Spycks's words.

I still love you, Selende. And I'll find you and free you from Cenkrill, someday, somehow... I thought silently.

[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 but he loves to make things burn.

Equipment: He wears a Dark coat with a long white under shirt, he wears long red leather pants with it and black leather shoes.

History: Spyck has had a Troubled past; His parents were slaughtered by the undead. His thirst for dark magic is uncontrolable, his heart burns with dark
powers... He now seeks revenge.
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"You're right Spyck, Cenkrill can't escape justice forever. And when it does finally catch up with him, and we free Selende, we can dance on his grave."

I Chuckled. "And I'll be dancing with you on the tombstone. Come on, let's go find Blackmoore."

"Thanks for that Spyck" Terald said kindly.

"No problem"

As we strode across the streets, I realized that I’ve actually made a friend. Our hate for Cenkrill has made a friendship between us two. I might now have a bigger purpose in life other then avenging my parent’s death, but is the thing that killed my parents still alive? Where is it? Who could it be?

I wish I knew...

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Something short, really can’t do much without Blackmoore posting.

[The Flamestrike]

OOC: Nice post. BTW, Blackmoore, you're up next.

[Galbryn]

OFF TOPIC!:

Hi all. I was just breezing the sites, waiting for WoW, when I thought about seeing how you all are doing. All I can say is Wow!! This thing looks great. I just wonder how much of it will continue after the release of the actual game. I wish I could jump in, but I fear I would trail off somewhere, or worse, have my schedule get nutso again. Plus, you guys are way ahead and that's a lot of catching up to do. But I did want to say hi, and give this thread a nice BUMP!! :)

Gratz on it's success all. :thumbsup:

Feel free to email me anytime guys.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

OFF TOPIC: Hey Galbryn, good to see your still alive, Maybe you should jump in for a bit? like a cameo or something, that would be sweet.

but yeh guys what will happen when retail comes? i guess we'll see when it comes...

[KillyEdanna]

i like my character too much to let it die... again.

[The Flamestrike]

OFF TOPIC!:

Hi all. I was just breezing the sites, waiting for WoW, when I thought about seeing how you all are doing. All I can say is Wow!! This thing looks great. I just wonder how much of it will continue after the release of the actual game. I wish I could jump in, but I fear I would trail off somewhere, or worse, have my schedule get nutso again. Plus, you guys are way ahead and that's a lot of catching up to do. But I did want to say hi, and give this thread a nice BUMP!! :)

Gratz on it's success all. :thumbsup:

Feel free to email me anytime guys.

Cheers Galbryn. I'm glad to see that this thread is as great a success as it's majestic ancestor. :lol:

[Blackmoore]

Sorry guys, I've been very busy lately. It just slipped my mind.

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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The battle was over. It was merly a draw. Nobody won. Most of Stormwind lay in ruins and the Horde were hurt, but were healing. They sent out constant attacks against us, but nothing the footmen can't handle. We had to wipe out the Horde now and here. If we didn't, resistance would be futile. In the mean while, I celebrated for what we could. The remaining taverns rattled with joy and celebration. My heart ached to attend, but other matters remained. I went to the standing military command center, and sat in my office, the candle still burning from weeks ago. I revealed a piece of parchment diverted to Ironforge.

Lieutenant General Thuzan Blunthorn,

Due to recent attacks, the forces of Stormwind plunder below military standards, we are constantly under attack and our forces take heavy casulties each time. I request for a 3000 men to help aid Stormwind. As well, for confidential reasons, I request one gnomish sea machine delivered to Booty Bay. Please quick and may the light be with you.

General Johan Christian Blackmoore

I folded the parchment, placed it into an envelope and applied the official wax seal.

"Messenger, take this to Ironforge with haste!"

"Can do!"

With that, I decided to head to one of the civilian quarters. What I saw, gave me rage. Undead bones littered the area, and blood was fresh. And then... I saw my brother, imprisioned and under watch. I ran towards them.

"General!" one of the men saluted.

I saluted back. "Release them."

"What! I beg my pardon, sir?!"

"You heard me, release them."

"Never will I let undead roam the streets freely. If you oppose me, then I don't stand for the army." With that, he unsheated his sword.

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

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We trotted along the gloomy streets. If it only been those three, I would have killed them, but my senses feel the air brushing against me, the ten or so rouges, keeping a close watch on me. The priest beside me, I didn't trust, but allies are nice to have. I kept my head down and waited for something to happen.

"Release them."

My eyes bolted open and head shot up.

"What! I beg my pardon, sir?!"

"You heard me, release them."

"Never will I let undead roam the streets freely. If you oppose me, then I don't stand for the army."

It was Johan. The leader of this squad unsheathed his sword and shield and charged towards Johan. The rogues, without warning disappeared back into the shadows, obviously sensing somthing. I felt it to, but there was no time to waste. Using my skill as an engineer, I pulled out a bottle of acid. The chains dissovled like bread against water. Within, seconds the priest was free and the two footmen were dead. I began my way to Johan.

[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 looking from the hills at the ruins of stormwind. It has been two days since the battle, and the chaos orcs have costantly been skirmishing with the footman of the city. I wonder if there just trying to weaken us for another assault. Bah, they just whant battle.

I quickly noticed Terald was running up the hill towards me. He hasn't gotten a chance to talk to me since the battle, and I really haven't been whanting him to. I guess I have no real choice here.

"Garshtnar, we need to talk. Now."

"Well, what is it."

"Why did you almost kill me?"

"Because you survived."

"You know what I mean."

"You tried to kill the warlock."

"Why would you protect a warlock?"

"Because I did."

"DAMN IT Garshtnar! Tell me why you did it, or else I swerar by all that is good, I will kill you here as a traitor."

"He had a seal that was a key to the Kajjdorr. I needed him."

"Why not just kill him?"

"This." I pointed to my collar. "If I kill him, I die."

"You're like all the others. You kill others for yourself. I trusted you Garshtnar! I thought you were diffrent. Leave now, or I will send my men to kill you on the spot."

"I thought you were diffrent too."

[The Flamestrike]

OOC: I'm not too keen on Doublehex's post. I was trying to make Terald into a more trusting, kinder person to Garshtnar. But still, here goes...

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

I sighed slowly. Now that I thought about it, Gashtnar was right. I had to try.

"Look, I won't pretend it's easy being an Undead, but I'm willing to put all the emnity between us in the past if you will. Agreed?"

Garshtnar paused for a few seconds. Then, at last, he slowly nodded.

"Fine. Now let's get out of here and back to Stormwind." he murmured.

Suddenly, a footman ran up to us.

"Sirs, General Blackmoore of the 51st-"

"Just get ot the point, boy," Gasrhtnar cut in. I grinned at the footman's gulp.

"General Blackmoore requests for both of you to attend a meeting of captains in the barracks."

With that, we both strode down into the ruins of Stormwind, and for now, allies.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

OT : Don't really know where i am atm, but ill post something tommorow when things become more clear and keep it up guys... :thumbsup:

[Blackmoon]

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Great posts people :) Just dropped by to say that really :cheesy:

Beta of EQ2 ended, so I now had the time to read all those 5-6 pages, that you had posted since my last visit :p

[The Flamestrike]

Well Rooty, the Horde forces have been defeated by Terald and Garshtnar's reinforcements, and Stormwind is in the aftermath of the battle.

BTW, it's good to see you back here, Blackmoon. Perhaps you could even get Lunaric back...*wishful thinking*

[Blackmoon]

Well... think of this as sort of a warm up post, ok? Right now, I'd very much like to join back in, but I can't promise what will happen when EQ2 is launched later this week.
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"Get me 'nother ale, barkeep!" I shouted while banging my fist to the table.

The barkeep looked at me with bored eyes and said "You've had over 10 already."

"Sooo... ye'd be thirsty too if ye had just slayed an army of bloody chaos orcs alone! Ain't that true, Pinty!?" I said looking at my bear companion. The bear was sitting in middle of the room. He looked at me with a glare saying "Oh, please...."

"Hmph, 'lright, there *might* have been a few soldiers with me, but I did most of the work!" I turned my attention back to the barkeep. "Now... get ... me .. that ... ALE!!!!" I yelled. My face was red and I was jumping up down banging my hands into the table. Ok, I might have a bit drunk, but not too much to cloud me mind.

The barkeep bowed lightly and said: "In a minute, good dwarf". I looked at this brave man who despised death by demanding a thirsty dwarf to wait for his ale. My hand was already instinctively reaching my axe. The barkeep went pale and run to get me the ale. I relaxed. "See Pinty? It works everytime."

I was really thirsty. The long siege of Stormwind was over. The situation had looked dire, but then those blasted pointy ears had come to help. Surely we would've won without them aswell, so there's really no need what-so-ever to be grateful to them. At least, I had no plans of being grateful to an elf.

Now, where's that damned bastard of a barkeep and -more importantly- my ale! Ahh... there he comes. "Thank ye", I said and grabbed the pint from the barkeep. The man quickly went away to server other, impatient customers, who were giving me annoyed looks. Bah, let them think what they will. Most of them were useless lay-abouts anyway. I left some coin to the table and walked out of the tavern. Pint followed me out, after enjoying some fearfull looks from the tavern patrons.

I looked around. Things looked more peaceful now than in many days. The battle was pretty much won, just small skirmishes all over the place. "Com' on Pinty!" I said as I started to walk around the city. I had no real destination. Just walk around the city and maybe be lucky enough to find an orc or two. Fighting and drinking ... what more could a dwarf want?

[Cenkrill]

Abit rushed (Me and my brother are taking turns playing the Final ST, and it's my turn :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 stopped by a small pool deep within the forest. Helping Selende unmount, we proceeded to sit by its edge.

She stared at me for awhile, then spoke. 'There's so much to talk about.'

'I have all eternity to tell you what you wish.'

'Then lets talk.' We talked until it was near dawn.

I got up. 'You should sleep now.'

'You do not sleep?'

'The dead cannot sleep.' With that she let out a weak smile and went to sleep on the grass.

I stood staring into the darkness, going over events recent and old. One memory clung to my mind, the human warlock was familiar. When I was about to dismiss its vague pulling of my mind, images flooded my head.

The fire danced in the moonlight, while screams echoed in the air. It was my first mission given to me by Sylvanas, my first victory in her name. I slaughtered countless humans that night, but two faces stood out in my memory, and they both linked in features to the warlock.

They barricaded the house, fighting to keep us out, but to no avail. Soon their home would collapse due to the fire wreaking havoc on its frame. I presume they were about to escape through a window but it was to late, I broke their door down and entered their failing sanctuary.

I grabbed the husband by his neck and snapped it, his head fell limp as I dropped him to the ground. I proceeded to do the same to the wife, but she fell to her knees and wept. Placing both my hands on each side of her head. I tilted it up so I could see her face. I violently twisted my hold and her head also fell limp.

Just as I was about to leave I noticed a child in the corner, a boy, who witnessed everything that just took place. As I began to advance towards him, I retreated. The roof let out a shudder and began to collapse, I barely got out the door before it all came down.


I presumed that the boy perished in the flames... apparently not.

[KillyEdanna]

OOC - i'm creating a new character in an attempt to make Killy more of a former priest (thus nicer... just more holy) and get rid of the brashness.

Name: Kaydee Muir
Race: Female Human
Age: 23
Class: rogue
Equipment: a fan of smaller blades she has them stashed around her person. She has two dirks and sword (the exception) on her hips and two shorter curved blades behind her sholder blades. She also has throwing blades. Her leather armor is tight, but not tight enough to squeak her presence and she has a brown and green cloak she wears to block prying eyes.
History: Orphaned at a young age, Kaydee was orphaned. She didn't end up growing up in any definable place though at her young age she found dwarves funny and thusly, as she grew up, developed a taste for dark ales and danger. She trained herself behind closed doors in the monestary (which for some reason took her in despite the trouble she tended to cause) that eventually took her in. She got the idea from the rumor of a catburgaler she had heard of and ended up finding in the monestary pilfering an old relic. Instead of turning her in she just watched in silence. The burgler noticed her while escaping and revealed that she was a woman (not a man like in the stories) and left her a pair of daggers to get her start. Eventually the high priest in the monestary found out about her training and instead of chastising her sent her along as a priest's protection to a town suddenly stricken by disease. From there she went out on her own occasionally returning to the monestary and the town where she was assigned.

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I grinned to meself once the dwarf left the tavern, bear in tow. I silently saluted the man with my glass as the door shut and reflected on the day.

I could tell that the battle had been large when I snuck towards Stormwind, chaos orcs lining the perimiter and signs of battle from that point to Stormwind and even into Stormwind itself. I had walked into town with my cloak drawn back so I wouldn't disturb an already shaken people by a mysertious cloaked person since there was some rumor in circulation about a man dressed in much the same. I made my way to this tavern, found a room for the night and returned downstairs to enjoy the atmosphere of a half terrified town that was realizing it's not the end of the world.

I surveyed the patrons with a careful eye, leg up on the table infront of me. Many were old, tired warriors attempting to drink away old memories and new. I wasn't looking for them. Then there were the young ones drinking just to get drunk. I wasn't looking for them either. Something in the middle. I had left my more obvious blades locked in my room for the night and was dressed comfortably in tight patched leather pants and a nicely stiched shirt with a provocative V-neck. My eyes fell upon a man that would do. Not to old. Clean enough. Drinking at a comfortable rate. I was about to critique him more when another man blocked my path.

"Hello beautiful," he beltched, a drunken smile smothering his face.

I couldn't help but make a discused face which he must have taken for acceptance as he slumped down on the chair across from me. I could have tried ignoring the man but he was just too large to ignore. He tried to lean across the table to get my attention as I made a face to one of the barmaids who giggled at my misfortune and skampered away. Bloody fairy.

"How would you like to come back to my house with me?" His breath and over all stench steamed across the table towards me and I might have retched if he was much closer.

"I'll have to pass," I said through a strained smile.

He grabbed my hand. "Aww. You're beauty is rare here and I'd like to see some more of it."

I feigned a slight intrest leaning forward holding my breath and reaching a finger from my other hand - since the other was covered by a pancake of a hand - into a hidden pouch in my pants. "Not tonight," I said coming to a decision patting his hand with my other hand. I stood and took steps towards the bar where I saw my target for the night.

The large man attempted to stand, but it seemed the amount of alcohol had finally gotten to him dropping back into the chair, nearly breaking it, and slumping over, asleep.

As I reached the bar I asked for a wet rag to nullify the power on my fingernail and another drink. Something lighter to give the right impression as I sat down next to my target. My sudden appearance did startle him slightly. His mind must have been recalling the battles or zoned out in poetry. I didn't care which. To inturrupt his stare I raised my hand and turned giving him a full view of my front.

"Hello," I said dropping my accent to sound alluring. It worked. It always worked.

"Hi," he said after the sudden stun, taking my hand and kissing it. Oh this one will be a keeper, I thought. For someone. I waited. "Do you come here often?"

I grinned both to myself and the man who finally got uncomfortable looking at me and began staring at his hands on his on the mug in front of him. I picked a response. "I was going to leave a couple days ago but when I went to leave the guard said something about orcs or some sort of foul beast and I had to stay."

At the word 'Orc' the man shuddered a little bit. So 'e had been in the battle I thought finally. Now, how to play this.

"I've been so worried about all of you men out there the past couple days I haven't been able to sleep right." He didn't react. "Must be something about the covers," I said tilting my head in thought and glancing away. "Maybe I've just been too cold." He looked at me out of the corners of his eyes. I smirked.

"This tavern has been a little cold."

I nodded. "I asked the owner for a little more wood for the fireplace but I can't keep the thing running for long enough." He turned his head and looked at me.

"I could start a fire for you." I wasn't quite sure if he really ment it litterally or had an idea I planted back in his mind beginning to sprout. Time to see which.

"I don't know if I could sleep in that bed another night," I sighed. "I have my clothing all over it and my needles and yarn all over to keep myself busy from worrying." Replace the needles and yarn for daggers and map and you might be closer to the truth.

"Well I..." He stopped. Ethics were getting to him. This, I had to stop.

"You what?" I inquired with a slight smile.

He coughed. "I have space in my room if you would like to stay."

"That would be great," I said and faked a small yawn.

"Tired already?" The sun had set some hours ago and I had a hard time sneaking through the enemy lines.

"A little," I said finishing the yawn.

"I could escort you upstairs then."

"Thank you," I said as he paid for his drink and my own and took my hand.

He took me up to his room and cleared his bed of some random pieces of armor, started a fire, and mumbled something about sleeping on the bench nearby when he came back. He was nearly out of the door when I stopped him in his tracks.

"Where are you going?" I asked in as frial of a voice I could fake. He closed the door as I stood there hugging myself. "I felt so bad for all you men out there," which was true, "and I was stuck indoors unable to do anything," not true at all.

He started walking back towards me.

"I wasn't sure our forces would win..." I said followed by a sob.

"For those left at home defenseless we fought and we won," he comforted close enough to reach for me. And he did. He held me at arms reach and looked at me trying to catch the attention of my eyes that were beginning to tear. I can act quite well when I put my mind to it. I stepped forward forcing him to embrace me.

"You did your job. And I would like to thank you for it."

I was lucky that he was buzzed enough to fall into it. I turned my face towards his as he guided my lips to his with his hand. I knew the night was going to be decent. Nothing amazing. But then nothing has ever really been.

I helped him forget about the battle for the night. I woke before dawn and returned to my room after contemplating rumaging through his equipment. He's been through enough I thought. Besides the man had used axe. Not my style. I returned to my room and dressed in my normal attire and strapped on my weaponry. The man would never recongize me in this. They never did.

[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.

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 Terald went off looking for Garshtnar, I headed fort he tavern. I walked in and saw many warriors drinking away there painful memories of this blood filled battle. I took a seat at the bar.

“Give me a ale” I said with a humble voice.

“Here, free of charge” replied the barkeep with a grin on his face as he handed me a big mug of ale. I drank slowly and looked around.

I even saw that dwarf named Lunarc drinking like a fish with his bear pet.
Huh? Never thought I’d see him again

A young female rogue took a seat some seats down from me. She took no notice as I glared at her ever so often.
Now there’s something you don’t see everyday

I closed my eyes for a second; but every time I do close them images of my parents flash through my mind.
Mother? Father? Help me…I need you!

All I could hear in return was whispers and shrieks of pain. I searched deep inside my mind for the face of this thing.

My mind stopped… I knew who killed them; it was him all along I should have known ever since I first laid my eyes on that thing I hated it.

“Cenkrill…” I spoke under my breath

I went outside into the morning; I was gaping at the Rising sun.

“YOU HEAR ME CENKRILL!!!” I shouted with rage

“THIS TIME IT’S PERSONAL!!!” I howled with anger

I dropped down onto the ground, clutching myself, shaking with hate. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked behind me and it was that female rogue looking at me with a puzzled face.

“You alright?” she spoke with a staggered voice.

“No” I replied quietly.

“Can I help you?”

“No one can”

OT: thanks Cenk for the thing, and Blackmoon are you going be playing eq2? what about wow?

[Blackmoon]

-- OFF TOPIC --

Blackmoon are you going be playing eq2? what about wow?I'm European so I'll be waiting for WoW some time. And I have no wish to even try to get an american to 'adopt' me. I'll buy EQ2 and play it until WoW is released in Europe. After that, EQ2 will fly out of the window :)

[KillyEdanna]

rootY... is that the night of my thing?

(Kaydee sees men a little more than playthings and occasionally good fighters)

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

OT: so ur euro huh? no wonder, yeh killy it's just the morning after your rogue post the aftermath of the tavern i guess...

[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.


A few hours quickly passed since Teralds's apology. I have taken residence in the room Blackmoore gave me, concidering Terald's character.

It is a well known fact that elves are quick to make enemies, and slow to forgive. Terald fit the first part perfectly, but the second part...

In an instant, Terald chould bareky stand to be around me. In another moment, he trusted me as a friend. Then, I was his worst enemy again. Then, he named me a traitor. Quickly after that, he forgave me.

I begin to wonder if elves, including Terald, are to be trusted.

I'll have to watch my back.

[The Flamestrike]

OOC: This'll be a long post, to make the thing between Cenkrill, Terald, and Selende deeper.

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

I sat on the bed in my room at the Stormwind inn, sorting through my belongings. As I rummaged through my bag, I found something hard and smooth. Knowing that it couldn't be a weapon, becuase of it's small size, I took it out of my bag.

It turned out to be a small golden brooch, with a tiny piece of pure sapphire in the centre. As I stared at it in my hands, a flood of memories shot back to me. I sighed I gazed into the fire at my thoughts.

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The moonlight shimmered through the beautiful, elegant trees of Quel'Thalas, lighting up the form of two people sitting on the hill, one, a beautiful young Human woman, the other, a well-built half Elf, who absorbed all the happiness gradually.

"Terald, this has been one of the best days in my life." she said, as she leaned over and kissed the half Elf, who was called Terald Sunstrider, a ranger of Silvermoon.

"I know, I feel just the same, Selende," he answered, as he too kissed her back.

As the glowing white moon illuminated them, they both still sat in it's, and their own, embrace.

It was a truly wonderful moment in both their lives, and one they would both remember later.

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Several long weeks later, Terald was with Selende again, this time in a peaceful glade by a large river.

"I must go soon," she told him. Terald's face fell.

"But-but back to Lordaeron!? Surely, I thought we could spend more time with each other."

"I wanted to stay here with you, as well. Believe me, I do, more than anything else. But I can't."

"Why not? I love you, Selende!"

"And I love you too. But once I told my parents I was in love with a half Elf, they were mad at me. They said...they said I shouldn't be in love with some hybrid species, and that I should be with someone else. Like...like Cenkrill." she blurted, unwept tears in her eyes.

"Cenkrill...who's he?" Terald asked, his voice rising slightly.

"He's a Human priest back in Loraeron. They say I'd be better off with him."

"But, Selende, I thought you loved me..."

"Oh, I do, Terald, I love you greatly. But I can't deny my parents' words. I'm returning to Lordaeron tomorrow."

"Then I guess this is how it ends between us. Goodbye, Selende."

"Goodbye, Terald."

With that, she handed the half elf a small, shining brooch with a jewel in the middle.

"This is for you. It's said to have a magic power of preservation. My father gave it to me."

"You can't give me this!" Terald gasped.

"I have to. Farewell, Terald. I'm sorry about all of it, but it can't be any other way."

With that, the Human woman walked away into the trees of Quel'Thalas.

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Three months later, Terald got a message from Lordaeron that Selende had vanished on a mission to an infected village, and that Cenkrill was slain for committing black magic. The young half Elf was broken with sorrow, as he would be forever afterwards, at the loss of his lover.

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I sighed as I remembered it all. It as so far, yet so near. And now both Selende and Cenkrill had returned. I had to try to get Selende back, for her and my sake.

I sighed I gazed into the fire at my thoughts.

[KillyEdanna]

OT: so ur euro huh? no wonder, yeh killy it's just the morning after your rogue post the aftermath of the tavern i guess...

The character or myself? Would sound cool if I was huh? I'm American. Kaydee has a slight lrish sound to her... similar to the accents the dwarves have.

Blated updates for Killy and another for Kaydee will be up tonight maybe... if beta doesn't take me over again... (Beve server4)

[Preach]

OFF TOPIC: ok, im goona post a NEW entry post. srry it took me a long time, i had to wait for an oppourtune time, this seems like one of those times.

ON TOPC:

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.


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When the attack began i got to the hospital as soon as i could. It was quite in there, for the first little while. Then the bodies just started pouring in. Everyone seemed to bein the utmost agony, I didn't know who to help. It was utter chaos, as the nurses and doctors tried to organize the people. I started making my way over to the soldiers that had non-fatal wounds. I went up to the first one. He grabbed me by the shoulders and started screaming

"GET ME OUTTA HERE, HELP ME"

"Calm down, we'll get you outta here as soon as possible."

My words didn't even seem to affect him, as though he were in another world. A world of pain, where nothing else matterd but escape. He let go of me and sat back down, screaming to himself. His screams melded with the others. I too started to go into another world. I could hear nothing, only see and use my powes. I started to heal the people who would be best affected by my powers. Hours went by, it seemed like days. Exhaustion was taking me. I could see it in the fellow doctors. Many bodies were being dragged out, tossed into carts and dragged away. Lifeless corpses, staring with everlasting blame. Their deaths were nothing im comparisson to the deaths on the battlefiels. Finally the battle stopped. Still the screams and cries echoed through the hospital. Other priests and doctors raced to help as many people as possible. After another hour or two, the screams died down, now just the cold, regretting mumbles of hurt soldiers could be heard. I didn't even want to hear them in fear of acting out at them. I asked my supirior if I was dismissed. His face filled with frustration he didn't even look at me. He was to worried going over the names of soldiers who were in the hospital, assembling a list of KIA and MIA. He just waved me dismissed and went back to work. The list seemed to go on. I quickly left to building to escape the screams. Finally I felt myself return to reality. The screams still burned in my head. I headed to the tavern to calm the voices with a drink, ok maby more than just one.

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As i entered the tavern i noticed I was not the only person looking to drink away my pains. There were footmen of all sorts. A female rogue, A dwarf, and a young human stood out in the crowd. I sat down at the bar next to the dwarf and asked the bartender for a strong ale.

"By the looks of you, you were in the hospital eh?"

"Uhh yeah, yeah i was." I answered

"Drinks on the house m'boy, you saved a few soldiers I can tell by the look in you're eyes"

The bartender poured a dark liquid into a mug and handed it to me. I took it gratefully and began to drink it with a vengence. After i downed half the mug i just looked around at the crowd and tried to ignore the screams in my mind.


OFF TOPIC: Yeah, hows that for an entry post. Goddamn, it feels good to have my old groove back, its been too long since i wrote in fantasy. It feels good. Now I am open to all other characters. anyways, im done no so...bye

[KillyEdanna]

Beta lag is starting to bug me. Here's a nice little update.

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.

Hands tied behind my back I had little else to do but follow and become consumed into my own thoughts. Cenkrill with emotions for a living breathing human, another living dead with the ability to think beyond the Dark Lady's will, and the sudden loss of the undead. I was awakened from my pondering by a voice and our halt.

"Release them."

I looked at the man who had said the words, an obvious man with authority. But why had he ordered our release. Apparently uor captor was too.

"What! I beg my pardon, sir?!"

"You heard me, release them."

I knew that this scout had a problem with authority and didn't like that his younger underlings had gotten myself and the warrior to surrender and not him. But mainly he would rather see both of us buried once more.

"Never will I let undead roam the streets freely. If you oppose me, then I don't stand for the army." He drew his sword and turned on the warrior in front of me. I could barely react before the man was on top of him. But the warrior had been ready. throwing a caustic acid on the ties that bound him he was free enough to block the man's attack and retrieve his sword as the acid reached me and nullified my ties and nearly my hands as well. I ignored my absent mace and sent up a shield as one of the other guards turned on me. He battered at my shield and I sent a wave of pain followed by weakness towards him and he toppled over as the warrior had already taken out two guards.

It was hard to remember what exactally happened next as the leader of the men rushed forward to stop his men from killing us and the warrior and I had little else to do but fight back. Somehow I ended up in a room with a guard outside. I once again returned to my thoughts and let time pass picking up pieces of information from unguarded minds outside.

<OOC - Kaydee's up next. It was a lame post but atm I've got to go. later all.>

[Cenkrill]

Note--- Bit more life in this thread please :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 weaved my forsaken mount through the trees back towards Stormwind. Strange that we had only just fled that place a night before.

'Are you sure you need to retrieve your horse?' I was no about to lose her from my sight without good reason.

'I refuse to ride this beast any longer.' She smiled. 'I wont be long.' She dismounted as I only just realised that we had arrived at the edge of the forest. 'And besides, I need to pick up a few other things.' She then walked at a brisk pace down towards Stormwind, that was still recovering from our attack.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

OT: Look guys, wow is out.. don't think i'll be posting much, so yeh are we gonna go on? or are we gonna call it quits and leave it for another time?..

[The Flamestrike]

I think that now that WoW is out, we should leave the Alliance for a while. It's obvious from the lack of posts that this thread has really died down a bit. We've had the massive battle at Stormwind, and now we're in the aftermath of it. But I'll leave it up to DH.

[Doublehex]

I think that despite the fact WoW is comming out, we should continue it. I know it will be REALLY slow, I think we can all take breaks from WoW(or in my case, half-Life 2), and continue posting. We are The Alliance. We will not falter!

[KillyEdanna]

*raises a glass*
to not faltering!!!

I would rather not see it die. I check quite a bit... specailly since kaydee has come along.

did anyone see the connection between kaydee and 'killy?' and I'm so close to giving killy a real name!!

it can't end.

[Blackmoore]

Don't worry. This may seem really unoften, but a post be it OTF or On topic, at least 1 every 2 weeks is fine. I remember the longest Original Alliance vacation was almost 1 month. Don't worry.

[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.

Two weeks have passed since the victory at Stormwind, and I have wasted too much time helping Blackmoore and the others help rebuild Stormwind. I had spoken with Blackmoore the day before, asking for supplies so I may continue my journey for the next runestone, at Booty Bay. Blackmoore gave me enough food for a week's end, sharpening rocks, supplies for a tent, and food for the horse he has supplied me with. i gave him my thanks, and went on my way.

Upon leaving his tent, I ecountered Terald.

"And where are you going?"

"Towards Booty Bay, the next runestone."

"You know, after our last ecounter, I have to keep an eye on you, ya know."

"And why's that?"

"To make sure you don't stab another elf." He gave me a smirk.

"What of your elves?"

"You mean Tarethad? He already knows: he's in command of the forces until I return. He's not going anywhere."

"Then, let's get a move on."

[Alakon]

Shouldn't be a problem for me. I'm the only loser not to have WoW, so I'm going to be moping around for a while. I'm trying to rectify this problem however, down at the farm. So in short order you should see a little gnome dude with the name SQUASHBOB hanging over his head. In the mean time I'm gonna rack my brains for another Imp post.
Happy Wowing, hope someone gets Onyxia eventually. :buddies:

[Guntank]

Dealice Langston
Race: Human
Age: 18
Class: Combat Rogue
Physical Appearance: Dealice looks two years younger than she already is --- which is surprising --- with red single-braided long hair, ruby-red eyes and a shapely 5'2 frame. Dealice mainly wears brown Padded Armor over a white tunic and short skirt.
Equipment: A shortsword and dagger, usually dual-wielded, and a small blunderbuss pistol
History: Baby sister to Durnholde's former Lieutenant Karramyr Langston, Dealice was present during the fall of Durnholde when Thrall and the new Orcish Horde raided the fortress, killed its lord, and buried Durnholde into the ground --- in that order. After the battle, the remaining Human populace was spared and set free; Dealice was spared with them and, along with her weak-minded brother and family, moved to Lordaeron. That didn't last long, either, as a year later Dealice eventually found herself fleeing to Kalimdor with Jaina Proudmoore's human remnants where, to Dealice's surprise, that very Sorceress (who reminded Dealice of a friend of hers in the past) would eventually hold a ceasefire with the very Horde and Warchief that destroyed her first home.

Since then, making a home in Theramore, Dealice's family had lived there for another few years in relative obscurity, surviving the battle of Hyjal and Admiral Proudmoore's arrival in Kalimdor. Dealice's mischeviousness would eventually get the better of her, however. Recently, she chased herself out of Theramore Isle for some unknown reason (it was so embarassing that not even Dealice would elaborate on it) and eventually found her way back to Khaz Modan. Hearing certain rumors would further draw the mischevious, curious girl to Azeroth and Stormwind, of all places...

[KillyEdanna]

Another female rogue... *glares*

...kidding. Welcome. I'll update Killy and Kaydee once I remember Killy's real name.

[Preach]

Shouldn't be a problem for me. I'm the only loser not to have WoW,

Youre not the only one without wow. However soon i shall have it. but in any case this board has been moving so slowly, i check it every day or so just for a hope of seeing a new post or two. So far no luck. still i will keep checking vigerously. Untill this gets back on the road i will just sit on the sidelines. ill post when i am more sure as to whats going on.

[Guntank]

I have WoW...I just haven't even started on it since I'm waiting for the pre-paid game cards to come out at EBGames (no way I'm paying for this by credit card, especially online -_- ). So I'm good as 'not having WoW' until two days later, anyway... :innocent:

[Alakon]

One question to all. I looked at the cost of WOW and it says 15 bucks a month, is this US dollars?

[Blackmoore]

Correct

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[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.


Many weeks have passed since Terald have joined me on the hunt for Booty Bay. We have faced several oppositions, some by bandits, others by survivors of the Stromwind attack. But one of our latest was by a Doom Guard. It was very apparant that this was Meriphius' work.

But, did he already arrive at Booty Bay? Or is he stalling?

That question rolled through my mind ever since we left Stormwind. If he had already arrived at the bay, he chould be two runestones ahead of us. If not, he chould be preparing for an ambush on us. Neither was good news.

"Where is your friend, you think?

"Meriphius?"

"Yes, the one with the red hair."

"I have two ideas: one, he arrived ages before us, and we're lazing behind.

"And the second idea?"

"He's preparing an ambush."

"Not too friendly, now is he?"

"Nope."

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A few days passed after that, and we approached Booty Bay. But there was a problem.

It wasn't there.

"By the light, Garshtnar, who chould of done this? There's nothing here, but ashes."

"Meriphius, Terald."

"Damn him. Do you think-"

"That he destroyed the runestone? Unlikely. He woeships those things as if there gods."

"Where is it then?"

I lifted the crystal shard, which was more of a crystal splinter, admiring it's beauty. I walked several paces northward, and noticed it seemed to be shining towards the sea. No surpirse there: I walked towards the sea, and noticed the crystal seemed to dim as I approached the shore.

"The hell?"

"What is it Garshtnar?"

"The runestone, I don't think it's at the sea floor."

"Where is it then?"

I looked around for a bit, then it hit me.

"There."

"Where?"

"Here."

"Here?"

"Here."

"You sure?"

"Yes"

"You're positive?"

"Yes."

I was in the ruins of a cottage. Terald stepped near me, and I quickly laid the crystal shard in the ground.

We sank into the ground.

[The Flamestrike]

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

I couldn't even cry out as the ground swallowed us up. But before I could struggle against the downwards pull, I found myself lying on a cold, hard floor. Nearby Garshtnar lay.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah..." he muttered back, as we both got up.

As we stood upright, I surveyed our surroundings. We were in a dark tunnel, with a blue glow drifting up from somewhere further down the cave.

"Think we should go down there?"

"Where else can we go? We can't go back the way we came." Garshtnar replied, as we started to walk down the tunnel.

We entered a huge cavern, with a roof that seemed miles above. I was reminded of the mines of Khaz Modan. I was wondering how the cavern was lit, and I found my reason, in the form of a glowing runestone in the centre of the massive room.

"The next runestone..." Garshtnar sighed with satisfaction as he reached for it.

But suddenly, another figure entered.

It was Meriphius.

[Doublehex]

Glad that we're slowly picking up the pace again.

[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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The two undead, Forsaken or Scourge, began their trot towards me. Three men lay dead on the ground, pools of red life pooling from their wounds.

I nodded. "Aedelas. There is no time. I fear our comrades have already ventured to Booty Bay. Little knows what could've have happened to them. We must travel with haste."

"Brother, I agree. The area is well known, but first, we must quickly travel to Durnholde, or what remains of it. I have something I must take. Either way, this girl...Killy or something of the matter must come. We both are at risk, staying in Stormwind."

"Fine...Follow me."


More elaborate stuff tomorrow.

[Guntank]

Dealice Langston
Race: Human
Age: 18
Class: Combat Rogue
Physical Appearance: Dealice looks two years younger than she already is --- which is surprising --- with red single-braided long hair, ruby-red eyes and a shapely 5'2 frame. Dealice mainly wears brown Padded Armor over a white tunic and short skirt.
Equipment: A shortsword and dagger, usually dual-wielded, and a small blunderbuss pistol
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If Dealice ever had to ask herself whether she preferred being in Stormwind City or all the way back on Theramore Isle, she'd have no answer readily available; as a general rule she'd just rather be in a place, any place, where there's at least nine or ten Humans for every Orc, Undead and Night Elf in the area. She chuckled a little; Theramore Isle was too close to Orgrimmar for comfort (in more ways than one, Dealice snickered), but apparently the situation in Stormwind City wasn't any better off.

Dealice slapped herself mentally. She was not going to let it get in the way of lunch.

Seated in the tavern all by herself and with a plate of tasty-looking food and mead in front of her, Dealice went to eating her lunch, otherwise oblivious to all around her save her food and weapons. Feeling the cold touch of steel at her belt, Dealice felt a little better; it seemed a good idea to carry them around even to lunch --- especially after how she got herself metaphorically chased out of Theramore Isle a few months ago --- two blades to defend herself and a blunderbuss pistol to put a shot between the next kobold's eyes if needs be, and somehow Dealice couldn't help but get a feeling she'll need them soon.

...Especially since having a Blackmoore become partially responsible for the defence of Stormwind City recently wasn't helping matters any.

Dealice frowned, half her appetite fading from her instantly; she didn't want to think about that name, but here she was, and memories of the former Lieutenant-General in her childhood inevitably brought memories of three others. One of them, Dealice knew too well, was her brother Karramyr Langston's, who all but worshipped Aedelas Blackmoore where he stood while the latter was still alive, who took his every word to heart, tried his hardest to please his idol. And it didn't get him and Dealice very far, his weak-minded soul far too fickle to stand up to the Lieutenant-General and his infamous 'pet orc'.

Which was the self-explanatory second name, that of the Orc Warchief who ultimately killed Aedelas Blackmoore after...Dealice refused to go any further, pursing her lips and mind shut. That was the unpleasant memory of the third name, that intertwined with Thrall's, that not even Dealice would like to remember and ever really forgave Blackmoore for. It shouldn't have happened. She or Karramyr should've stopped it, but Karramyr didn't and Dealice, only thirteen when it did, couldn't...

But at least with what Thrall did to her home five years ago --- Gods, Dealice gasped, has it really been five years? --- those two negated each other out a little. Dealice still liked Thrall a little more than Aedelas, though, just for that.

Still, it was Blackmoore's rumors that brought Dealice to Stormwind City, and Dealice intended to make use of her wanderlust. She needed to see this Blackmoore with her own eyes, find out what he was planning --- find out if an invasion against Kalimdor and Thrall was forthcoming and, if needs be, stop it. And by the time Dealice came to that conclusion, she was no longer hungry.

She paid the tab and, finishing her mead and gathering her equipment, left the Tavern. Hopefully, she'll catch this new Blackmoore before they wandered too far away.

[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 sound of clapping filled the walls of the cavern. Again, and again.

"Bravo, good friend. I trully didn't suspect you would be capable of getting past my doom guard, but I suppose you're to stuborn to be killed."

"Why did you destroy the town?!" Terald spluttered out.

"Me? Destroying a town takes much too long. I didn't do it."

"You're demons?"

"Nope."

"Then who!!" I pulled Terald back, so that I can hopefully keep him calm.

"You don't whant to know, Terald."

It was begining to be too quiet for the few moment the two sides refused to speak to each other. Then, I saw a red ball of fire begin to form from Meriphius.

"Duck!" I quickly said before pushing Terald to the ground, and following suite. The explosin hit a wall, altough the cavern did not collapse on us.

"Through the great dessert lies your next prize, and continues the journey everforth. In a great temple, is a gift that you seek." Meriphius quickly escaped in a puff of smoke.

I quickly rushed to the runestone. The runes were gone.

"What does it mean?"

"For a elf, I whould think it would make sense."

Terald rolled his eyes. "Kalimdor?"

"Close. The barrens."

[KillyEdanna]

OOC - I didn't really realize that things have been progressing somewhat here. I guess I'll take a little time away from project work and warcraft.

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.

<totally scratch the pervious 'locked up in a room' entry>

I knelt to begin mending the guards that the undead warrior had cut his way through. The first woke up to my healing him and promptly began screaming.

"Will you shut him up," cursed the warrior and returned to his conversation with the human commander.

I mentally hushed him and moved on to another. The undead and the human went back to being oddly absorbed with each other. As when I was alive, I was soon consumed with my work and everything around me became blurred as I focused on the injury in front of me.


Name: Kaydee Muir
Race: Female Human
Age: 23
Class: rogue
Equipment: a fan of smaller blades she has them stashed around her person. She has two dirks and sword (the exception) on her hips and two shorter curved blades behind her sholder blades. She also has throwing blades. Her leather armor is tight, but not tight enough to squeak her presence and she has a brown and green cloak she wears to block prying eyes.
History: Kaydee was orphaned at a young age. She didn't end up growing up in any definable place though at her young age she found dwarves funny and thusly, as she grew up, developed a taste for dark ales and danger. She trained herself behind closed doors in the monestary (which for some reason took her in despite the trouble she tended to cause) that eventually took her in. She got the idea from the rumor of a catburgaler she had heard of and ended up finding the burgular in the monestary pilfering an old relic. Instead of turning her in she just watched in silence. The burgler noticed her while escaping and revealed that she was a woman (not a man like in the stories) and left her a pair of daggers to get her start. Eventually the high priest in the monestary found out about her training and instead of chastising her sent her along as a priest's protection to a town suddenly stricken by a weaking disease. From there she went out on her own occasionally returning to the monestary and the town where she was assigned.

Cloak pulled tight around me I walked towards what I figured was the center of command. It was pretty quiet for a supposedly bussling city. I turned a corner and noticed a small scene unfold infront of me. A guard run towards a man with an officer air around him. Then a prisioner behind the guard broke loose, I could smell the fumes of acid waft it's way towards me making me wrinkle my nose. Instead of taking down the commander like any normal prisoner would the undead, as i had realized, broke through his guards and slayed the guard that was near to attacking the commander.

This is good timing, I said and walked towards the injured men and a healer that had started to work once the men were hit. I knelt down near her. "Are they going to be okay?" I asked. I didn't expect any sort of response haing been around priesly types before. I figured she had her hands full and started to get back up, but her hand over the fallen man's wound caught my attention.

I glanced up at the commander who was having a in depth conversation with the undead warrior that had escaped. What was going on here? An undead warrior giving a human commander pointers while an undead heals the living? My hand went to my belt as I reached for the priest's shoulder with the other. I touched her shoulder and startled her out of trance state. She spun on me.

Once again I was starting at a face that I had seen on one of my trips back to the town where I had my first and only assignment for the monestary. It was the one I was supposed to protect. What is a sixteen year old supposed to do when the damn priest catches the same damnable disease that she was supposed to be fixing?

"Kaydee," she said looking away immediatly. She was either reliving the last time we saw each other or the overall failure of that town. It was a ghost town when I was there last. Everyone finally dead and gone. Wether they were going to be raised remains to be seen.

"Sadin..."

"Don't call me that anymore," she said, sounding near to tears. "I'm not her anymore. I lost that name when I was buried several years ago."

I knew this wasn't going to be a comfortable reunion especially when I saw the commander and the warrior start walking our way.

[Alakon]

Name:Poog
Race:Imp
Class:Freed Familiar
blah blah blah

"Keep moving!" I shrieked at them.
"What for? We've already done what you wanted" the chaos orc grunted.
"Foul traitorous orc, do as I say or I will be forced to unleash my full powers on you!" I warned him. The band of six laughed mirthfully.
"It was you that convinced us to abandon Stormwind in the first place Imp, and we follow for the promise of bounty. Now we need to rest" the orc insolently lay on the ground in a pose of comfort.
"We need to reach Booty Bay quickly you fools!"
"What is so important there that you are so eager to get Imp"
I immediately saw what the wily orc was attempting to do, he wanted me to tell him everything so he could run off and steal it for himself. Well, I won't let him get away with that.
"Treasure, gold beyond your wildest dreams" I said waving my arms for emphasis
"But it will all be stolen if we don't get there soon"
"Well we ain't moving anywhere until we get some rest aye boys" they all grunted their assent.
A sharp explosion next to the deceitful orc's head soon convinced him otherwise. I smiled smugly as they all trotted fearfully before me, they are learning respect. Not like the others, all mocking because of their greater size, teasing me... the little- grrrrr. Well, I'll show them, I'll show them all.
I looked at the accursed sky and saw something that although perfectly natural back home, was probably out of place here. A small black speck, an imp or demon of some sort.
As the speck grew nearer I saw that it was a manner of beast I wasn't familiar with. It was a huge bloated thing, with wide ribs, and a smaller object trailing below it, an infant of some kind.
"Tell me orc, what manner of beast is that?" the orc sneezed oddly and replied "that is no beast, demon, but a Zeppelin, our ticket to Booty Bay"

After convincing the sharp nosed pilot I wasn't a bug, and to stop waving a stick at me, he was only too happy to provide transport. I'm not certain, but I think those axes the orcs kept flashing in his face must be some sort of signal of friendliness. I'd have to remember that one.
"Here we are sirs, Booty Bay, have a pleasant day, no, no charge sir, only too happy to help" the Goblin must have had pressing business elsewhere because he took off as soon as we hopped off.
I looked around at the town in surprise, it didn't seem the place to hide such a magnificent treasure.
"Alright orcs, get to work" they grinned evilly and soon the town was filled with the sound of the dying.
Hours later I screamed in frustration.
"Its not here!" An orc came running up to me with his companions in tow.
"We looted and burned the city Imp, we found not one thing of value, it's already been marketed elsewhere, you lied to us!"
"Shut up orc, do you hear something?"
I flew up and saw a distant figure, no, two figures in the distance. Using my far sight, I saw who they were.
Perfect...
"Hide orcs, your reward is making it's way here as I speak. Two humans are coming who will find the treasure for us"
"And when they do?" the orc asked.
I simply laughed.

OOC: Hope you don't mind Doublehex, but it seemed to fit. Btw, I know you's are an Undead and half-elf, but my Imp's not too good at telling races apart.

[The Flamestrike]

*sigh* No-one's posted here for over a week now. I just guess the Alliance is over now. Well, if anyone is still reading this thread, I'd like to say that it's been great playing, and I wish you all the best of luck.

[Doublehex]

Hold it! Hold it!

I am not ready to give up The Alliance. Its just that alot of people are probably preococcupied with WoW. Give me a day, and I'll reply. Hopefully, others will follow.

[Doublehex]

On second thought, right now's fine... Oh, and I'm ignoring Alakon's post. It ruins the story I have laid out.

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.

Many days have passed since Terald and I discovered the rune stone beneath Booty Bay. After leaving the rune stone cavern through a portal we discovered behind a cracked wall, we stole a unscathed goblin ship and set sail for the barrens, west from Azeroth.

“Garshtnar” Terald began as I was making sure the gasoline pipes powering the boat was intact, “What’s in the barrens? Why would the rune crystal be there”.

“It’s within an ancient temple.”

“But, Garshtnar, there are THOUSANDS of temples in the barrens.”

“All part of some old, dark civilization preceding the night elves, yes. What’s your point?”

“THOUSANDS Garshtnar. It could take us a decade just to thoroughly search a few dozen of them.”

“We’ll just have to be lucky, I suppose.”

Suddenly, we heard a rumble in a bunch of cardboard boxes a few feet away from us. Terald quickly moved over there, and pulled out a rebellious little imp.

“Who are you, stowaway?” Terald quickly addressed the imp.

“The names Poog, elf” the imp responded squeakily.

“What were you doing on board?”

“To get off Azeroth! Ever since I got dropped off there, I got nothing but trouble!”

Terald faced me. “What do you reckon we should do with him?”

I smiled. “I got a pretty good idea.” In a few moments we placed him in a card board box not much bigger than the little trouble maker, which we put some large holes in to keep him alive, and secured it. It was shaking more than a mimic.

“Get me outta here or I’ll-”

“Be quiet, or we’ll throw you over board.”

That shut the little pest up for the rest of the trip. I’m quite proud of that, considering all the nose he would make gabbing when we got to the Barrens.

[Alakon]

*hangs head in shame* :o
Ok, I can live with that.

Imp

I squatted sullenly in my small prison, listening to the cursed humans conversation. I swore silently that I would have my vengeance on the smelly one that had me imprisoned. The first thing I would do when I got out is poof down to Booty Bay and find out where those cowardly orcs were doing when they let me get captured.
I had to escape somehow, I plied all of my mental prowess to the problem, and decided that I was hungry again. I quickly teleported back down to Booty Bay where I had left some cheese and poofed back up into my accursed Prison.
I was quite pleased with myself, now I wouldn't starve at the hands of these barbarians.
How to escape...?

[Blackmoore]

Sorry, give me a day or so to think up a twist.

[Cenkrill]

I thought this story was long dead, guess I was to caught up in WoW.

I'll post soon. :)

[Cenkrill]

:)


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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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There’s something wrong, she should be back by now. She’s hiding from me, that or she’s been killed for being seen with me.

The sounds of hooves distracted me from my deathly thoughts. I gave a quick flick of the reigns and urged my haunting mount forward. There along the weather beaten path rode a merchant, his horses pulling a large trailer, used for sleeping and carrying tradeable goods. I retreated back into the shadows, but then an idea struck me.

After dismissing my horse, if it could be called such, I walked onto the road ahead of the weary traveller. He ordered his steeds to a halt and greeted me.

‘Hail good sir! What is it that you seek?’ Now closer you could see he was an aged man, around his 50th year of life

‘I wish for a ride to Stormwind.’

He chuckled, the lines of age creased around his eyes and mouth. ‘It is only down the road, but I see no reason not to.’ He gestured towards the door at the side of the trailer. ‘Make yourself comfortable, but if I see any of my goods missing, I’ll have your head.’

‘I’m sure you will.’

He eyed me suspiciously for a second then turned back to the road ahead. ‘Hurry along then.’

I climbed through the door and was greeted with a variety of items. Vases, bowls, plates, cups, jewels, gold, even swords, axes, guns and every other variety of weapon. It amazed me how many things could fit in such a small space.

There was a slight jolt as the trailer was pulled along towards the gates of the ‘grand’ city that now lay half in ruins. I wondered for a second why the merchant wasn’t more worried about the sight before him, but then I remembered that the carnage that laid waste to the city of Stormwind would only bolster his sales. People would scramble to replace things broken in the chaos.

I was roused from my thoughts by voices from outside; the merchant was conversing with someone.

‘What business do you have in Stormwind?’

The merchant chuckled; I imagined the wrinkles creasing his face. ‘Gold my friend, all about the gold.’ He chuckled again.

In a more annoyed tone, ‘So you are a merchant then?’

The old man sighed; obviously his version of humour was completely lost on the guard. ‘Yes I’m a merchant.’

‘Does anyone accompany you?’

‘Just me and…’ I entered the merchant’s thoughts, controlling his body and words. ‘Just me and my goods.’ I made the old man smiled, creasing his wrinkles once again.

Now able to see through the merchants eyes I could see that the guard eyed him suspiciously.

‘Mind if I take a look inside your trailer then?’ The guard moved towards the door.

‘You can, though it is rather full, I’m afraid my trade goods may fall out. But if you feel obligated to do so you can, but be warned, you will be picking them all up and paying for my lost time.’

The guard took a step back from the door, ‘You may pass.’

I marvelled at how easy it was to enter, though now I had to continue to control this merchant, unless he be allowed to call for help.

I made him weave through the streets, with no actual goal, or any idea of where she would be.

[Cenkrill]

Just a little bump :)

[Doublehex]

I'll post again guys either later today(unlikely, since I have a history test to study for) or tommorow. See you then.

Oh, and I got EQ 2, and found a really good roleplay buddy. Wait, should I have said I got Eq 2?

Here comes the pitchforks...

[Cenkrill]

Cough*Bump*Cough

[hotshot]

off topic
hi i read the first 5 pages of this thread then realized there were 50, so i don't know what happened after that. it sounds fun though, so is it to late to join?
my character
name thrallk
class orc warrior
appearance large, bulky, muscular and stupid
history thralk was born and bred to be a security guard for a evil and powerful forsaken mage. when he was 30, the tower was overtrown by the mages own sevants, helped by the security and zombies (which were made by the mage.) thralk was ha drunk alot the night before and was unconcios when the mage was killed. when he woke up the tower was in a mess and as he was walking round the tower wondering wtf!!!, he found the dead mage and realized he was free. this was a problem because he did not know how to do anything but guard stuff, so he set out on a journey to find a new and hopefully a kinder master.

[Doublehex]

It needs some work. Mostly spelling and grammar. Oh, and no wtfs.

[KillyEdanna]

so... how's everyone :xsmile4:

[BZ912]

I know there is 58 pages already but would it be okay to join?

Name- Ned Spragglesprocket
Class/Race- Gnomish Rogue/Engineer
Physical Description- Short (of course), shocking red hair and green eyes. He has a small goatee.
Equipment- Defias black leather armor, a long sword and kris, and is backed up by his pet mechanical battle chicken.

History- Ned grew up in Gnomeregan an orphan. Left to the streets he resorted to thievery of every kind. Despite all this he was a patriot and hen the weapons accident happened and troggs invaded he has spent every waking moment pursuing some task in which to take back the city. He has moved place to place across Azeroth from Stormwind to Darnassus. He now practices his skill and gains friends in the hope of someday retaking his home.

[Guntank]

I'm still here -_-;;;

[Doublehex]

BZ912, welcome to the alliance!

[BZ912]

Thanks, can someone give me a summary so I don't have to read 58 pages?

[Doublehex]

Heres a quick outline:

Story primarily revolves around Garshtnar Garwood(mycharacter) follow a trail of rune stones to the Kajjdorr, a spirit crystal capable of returning him to mortaility(hes' forsaken).

However, Stormwind got sieged. Twice. First it was the undead, led by Cenkrill(a character owned by the member Cenkrill), and the second being chaos orcs. Stormwind prevailed twice, thanks to Blackmoore's genius startegies(Blackmoore's character).

Garshtanr and his elevn friend Terald(Flamestrike's character) traveled to Booty Bay, which was decimated by some unknown force. There, they found not only a rune stone, but Meriphius, Garshtnar's rival. Meriphius escapes, and teh next rune stone is in the Barrens, in one of THOUSANDS of dessert temples.

That's pretty much it.

[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 landed with a splash, upon the dessert coast. Even upon my rotten skin, I felt a great measure of heat. I noticed that Terald was sweating like a waterfall. Well, not REALLY like a waterfall, but you get the picture.

"Well, where do we begin?" Terald asked, looking at me curiously.

"I guess we'll ask start wi-"

Suddenly, we heard the roars of orcs. We leaned to our left and saw a group of half a dozen rushing towards our ship. Most were half naked, a few had leather armor on them.

"Kill the intruders!"

I looked at Terald. "Looks like we got company" I said with a smile.

[Alakon]

*aghast expression*
How could you ever have forgotten to tell him about my Imp!
*screams of outrage*
He's like the focus of the entire thing, the only reson for it's existence.
*yells and screams some more then composes self*
Anyway...

Imp

I heard the bellows of the orcs outside and a warm fuzzy feeling lit up inside my little black heart. I squashed the feeling immediately and poofed outside to see if it was indeed my orcs come to rescue me.
I saw the smelly one that had gotten me imprisoned, standing there smugly like he owned the multiverse.
Well I'll show him!
With a surge of demonic power I transformed! Leaping at him I bared my fangs and attacked!
Bet he was surprised to see a furry undead hamster attacking his ankle!
"Tremble mortal!" I commanded him.
With a surprised gasp he kicked my furry undead butt over the side.
Looking closely at the orcs as I sailed over, I couldn't really determine if they were mine or not, but it didn't really matter.
I turned to face my assailants with all the power at my command, and a bit of left over cheese.

[The Flamestrike]

Heres a quick outline:

Story primarily revolves around Garshtnar Garwood(mycharacter) follow a trail of rune stones to the Kajjdorr, a spirit crystal capable of returning him to mortaility(hes' forsaken).

However, Stormwind got sieged. Twice. First it was the undead, led by Cenkrill(a character owned by the member Cenkrill), and the second being chaos orcs. Stormwind prevailed twice, thanks to Blackmoore's genius startegies(Blackmoore's character).

Garshtanr and his elevn friend Terald(Flamestrike's character) traveled to Booty Bay, which was decimated by some unknown force. There, they found not only a rune stone, but Meriphius, Garshtnar's rival. Meriphius escapes, and teh next rune stone is in the Barrens, in one of THOUSANDS of dessert temples.

That's pretty much it.

Phew, it's been ages since I was last on these boards. Man, so much to catch up on...

Anyways...

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

"Looks like we got company!" Garshtnar smirked, as a grouping number of Orcs charged across the sand towards us. I could feel the heat on my skin, but I didn't hesitate to join the fight.

"Quel'Thalaaaaassssss!!!!!" I roared as I took off towards the Orcs, firing arrows as I went.

"The Allllliiiiiiaaaaannnnncccceeeee!" Garshtnar cried as he unsheathed his blade and ran forward.

[BZ912]

Off Topic: Thanks for the summary.


Name- Ned Spragglesprocket
Class/Race- Gnomish Rogue/Engineer
Physical Description- Short (of course), shocking red hair and green eyes. He has a small goatee.
Equipment- Defias black leather armor, a long sword and kris, and is backed up by his pet mechanical battle chicken.

History- Ned grew up in Gnomeregan an orphan. Left to the streets he resorted to thievery of every kind. Despite all this he was a patriot and hen the weapons accident happened and troggs invaded he has spent every waking moment pursuing some task in which to take back the city. He has moved place to place across Azeroth from Stormwind to Darnassus. He now practices his skill and gains friends in the hope of someday retaking his home.
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I lay here tied to a cactus with a group of orcs prodding with their axes. If I'd just restrained myself and not picked their pockets. Especially the fat one with the half dead squirrel in his money pouch. A particularly ugly one prodded my side which shot more these Light forsaken prickles into me.
Out of the corner of my eye and saw movement out of the corner of my eye and said," Hey look over there".

The orcs turned and ran off yelling," Kill the intruders".

With no time to think I whistled and the once dormant battle chicken in my backpack sprung to life tearing through it and into my bonds. Within a few seconds it ripped them to shreds and I picked up my weapons and charged after the orcs screaming," Gnomeragan!"

[Blackmoore]

Still ere' ...Just trying to get to 60 before all of you!

^Lvl 50 UD Warrior

Hellzyah!

[Alakon]

B*****d!
I ain't even got the game an' you're on fifty! My dad won't let me use his net unless I do well at school instead of being a clown. *sigh* three years left of secondary...
Hey! I would like every single one of yous to congratulate me, for I have completed not one... but two short stories for the first time in my entire life! :xsmile:
Btw, hello Bz912, nice to see another poor oppressed member of society like myself.

[Alakon]

Name: Andregas
Class:Warlock
Age: Don't ask.
Weapons: Naught but the fiery hands of hell.
Goal: Retrieving his Imp, which is incidentally, Poog.

I paced the hallowed halls of my gods, their likenesses etched in the wall by the scrabbling hands of my minions as they moan pitifully at their fate, for they are bound to me in eternity, as shall all in time.
But the Imp, the hell-cursed imp, the one piece of the puzzle I have yet to put in place, somehow manages to elude me, my agents have failed.
No matter, I still have things to prepare.
I stepped onto the dais, and was consumed in a portal of darkness.
I stepped out into the gloom, the room was musty and reeked of death. The walls were streaked in blood, blackened and smeared into diagrams. I looked curiously at one, a particularly potent one if you knew what you were doing.
And looking at the blasted flagstones at my feet, I saw that this one didn't.
"Master? Is that you, I cannot see" a rasping nasal voice issued from the ceiling
"Yes it is I, and doubtless you can't see djinni, I have not allowed it of you."
"Gather your underlings Djinni, we have work to do"
"Yes master" the voice dwindled away. I waited patiently, until the tell-tale darkening foretold their arriving. Shadows rippled on the walls, and dark creatures formed, I smiled, a mirthless smile.

[Alakon]

Name:Andregas
Class: Warlock
Location: Ashenvale
History: A dark servant of the five ancient and evil gods sealed beneath the earth.

"Begone foul one. Your taint shall not be tolerated here" the Druid warned me.
A smile touched my face at that, "And who are you to stop me?" I looked up at the towering Night-elf, his fists the size of my head.
He roared and gestured at the Moon Well deep in the grove "You shall not have it darkling" he raised a fist a a trembling issued from the ground.
Thick roots ripped from the ground and sought to ensnare me, reaching out for me. I gestured and flames erupted along them, incinerating them into ash.
As my signal, the woods burst with dark shapes, the Druid bellowed in fury as he was assaulted by a myriad of evil beasts from all sides.
The ground groaned and buckled underneath him, and my minions were thrown from him, great jagged rocks came pushing through the scarred earth, slamming into my great beasts. I raised my hands and summoned the Djinni, the Druid's eyes widened as he beheld the shimmering creature that was there but not quite.
The earth quietened as my Djinni pit it's powers against the earth, and as one, my minions rushed on him. The Druid put up a valiant fight, surging through the tide like some behemoth. He shape-changed, infusing himself with the essence of a powerful bear. With a roar he threw his enemies from him and kept them at bay. Seeing me, madness crept into his eyes and he lunged for me. I rose up into the air by force of will and cast a searing bolt of fire, he tumbled to the ground, his massive frame twisted as he landed, fur singed and smoking. My minions fell upon him, and the sound of his dying was sweet to my ears.
I strode forth and the dark ones parted for me, the Djinni bowed and departed. I ignored all of this, it was as it should be. I approached the moon well with greed in my eyes. I produced a flask, crafted to hold the enchanted waters of the Night elves precious moon wells. For they would be essential in unfolding my plan.
Scooping up the waters I smiled triumphantly. Hide from me now Imp!

[Doublehex]

Level 18 Paladin :)

Anyways, I will be posting later today, including a fight with orcs and a vsiit from a mysterious wanderer thats not Medivh.

[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.

My boots stepped in the red sand of the Barrens, the dusty winds wizzed past my blade and skin, and my eyes were clouded by the sand storms.

I was ready.

Feeling the wind push caused by the orc's charge, I quikcly determined they were hitting us from the left. I turnned quickly, and did a circular slash,hoping to hit one of them. I felt blood splash across my cheek: a last curling cry.

I quickly drew my blade from the carcass, and blocked another orc's frenzy as his club hit my blade. It would not be long until I collapsed from the pressure.

And as I was about to do so, Terald leaped in the air, and stabbed the orc in the neck. The orc stumbled into a lifeless corpse.

The last one, seeing he was outmatched, sprinted in the opposite direction, possibly towards another town. We would be gone by the time if he arrived.

I heard Terald kick a lifeless body of an Orc, making sure it was dead.

"They were too easy."

"Likely raw recruits, Terald. Do not underestimate them"

"Wise advice Forsaken" said an unfamiliar voice that reeked of wisdom and age, but had the hardness of an orc.

I quikcly turned-the figure was cloaked in leather, and wielded an old staff with the figure of a wolf at the end of it. In it's jaw was a shining blue crystal.

"Stay your staff orc" I quickly responded.

"I mean you no harm, Garhstnar Garwood, altough you mean me plenty."

"How do you know my name, orc?"

"Know many names, such as your friend Terald, a half-elf who is heir to the throne of Quel'Thalas."

Terald gave me a surprised look.

"Who is this figure?" he asked me softly.

"I am known many names. Some call me the sage. Others call me the Soothsayer. I call myself the Revealer."

"A prophet? Like Medivh?"

"Far from him, but very close."

"Are all of your kind so confusing?" I quickly asked him.

"No. I am a rarity. But enough of these questions! You bring you good news!"

"And what is this good news you supposedly bring?" Terald asked him with sarcasim in his voice.

"I know where the runestone lies."

[Doublehex]

Okay, we need someone to reply.

Now.

[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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The the sun rose over the horizon. Or at least tried too. I awoke to thundering crash.Without sense, I blurted out "Fate, chance or Deathwing himself!" After peering a fair closer, I has seen that the messenger hawk had made it's landing. It's last landing....of a crow. The crow lay dead, it's corpse smouderling from the lighting. A shame. I reached around it's leg, retrieveing the message.


The clock strikes Eight, it be fate.
Mightiest of warriors may take a lance, it be chance.
Deathwing himself, has no matter in this.
For now, there is no eternal bliss.
The stones lay, must'nt be no delay,
The southern tip, shall not be it,
The desert winds, and musty smell
Shall lead some to pain and hell
Those who know, will become to know
Those in need, shall call for heed,
And one now...

The rest of the message was torn off.

"Bloody hell! If you're going to give me a riddle, finish it off!" muttering to no one in particular.

The rain continued to pour. I donned my armor. Today, I thought. We will set out. We will set out....

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The rain was worse. It was as if the gods were crying. My brother, Aedelas stood ready along with the two girls, names unknown to me. It mattered not...for now.

"We set out. Brother, we cannot afford to go to Durnholde. Time is of the essence. We must travel out to Booty Bay. Word has it, it needs help. We shall stop there first. Hopefully, we will encounter Garshtnar and Terald there...hopefully.

We all peered out into the rain, which could now only be a work of magic. Something was delaying us. The others payed no heed, I, felt it...something was wrong.

"....Mount up. Undead, keep your hood low. We travel to Booty Bay."

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We arrived to Booty Bay. I sensed something was wrong. And I was right. The smouldering buildings of Booty Bay lay there. A handful of Goblins, already buidling a shelter, and a Orc Wyvern master stood there, giving refuge to the horde. The alliance...no where to be seen.

"Easy. The alliance appear not friendly at this moment. Brother, pretend you are with the Forsaken. Guide us around."

"Good thinking. Don your hood. I shall take mine off."

We trotted around the buidlings, obviously the fire was magic. This was not the work of the Bloodsail Bucaneers. Far from it.

"GAHH!" Sharp images of blood, orcs, fire, demons, dust stroms, a peak with warlocks... shot through my head. Losing my reins, I slumped and my horse ran torwads the Wyvern master. Aedelas quick to his mind, grabbed my reins and slowed me, but it was too late. I had nabbed the attention of the master.

"HALT!"

I felt him near, his spear ready to strike. Luckily, Aedelas stepped in front.

"Greetings."

"Out of the way Undead." He ripped back my hood. Luckily, I remained slumped, hiding the Alliance Insignia. "HUMAN! What buisness does he have?!"

"Mine, kind Orc." It was the Undead priest. "I'm...uh...fairly new at the ways of the Mind Control. I lost control of him when my horse stepped on a sharp rock."

The orc glared. "Don't do it again.....Did you need something?"

"Maybe. Let us rest and I will return."

"Fine. Camp is set up over at that tent. Be wary of the Alliance, word has it, they waged war with the Goblins and attacked. Our flight master stationed here before, is missing."

We trotted over to the camp, then quickly veered off to the side.

"Pffffff" I exhaled. '"Good thinking..."

"Brother, what was it? What caused you to lose control?"

"An image...it was a mountain...with orcs...and demons...peak was covered by haze..."

".....Dreadmist Peak." Muttered Aedelas.

"The Barrens...that's the message..that's bound to be where the two are..."

"The onyl way there now is by Wyvern...."

"We'll have to risk it."

We dismounted and I walked iregulaary, as did the other priest, as if mind control by the undead priest.

"Orc!" Snapped Aedelas. "We ride. The Crossroads. With haste."

"What about thsoe two?"

"They share, one on each."

"I suppose. Mount up. It's a long flight. The Maelstrom has been acting odd laetly, be wary. The slightest mistake and the storms of magic will consume you."

Aedelas nodded.

"May your axe never dull."

And we flew...to the Crossroads.

[Doublehex]

Man it feels good to be back in action! :)

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 do you mean you know where the runestone lies?"

"I know many things, Garshtnar. Many things."

"Then tell me where it is."

"That is not my duty."

"Then waht is it?"

"Follow me, and you shall see."

I turned to look back at Terald, but he wasn't there. Actually, it would be more accuratley to say I wasn't there. I was traveling through some rift between worlds-I relaized the orc had teleported me here.

"What did you do?" I yelled, with a great amount of anger in my voice.

He remained silent.

"Tel me now, or I shall rip out your tounge, do you hear me?"

"You're becoming them."

For a moment, I was mad at his response. Then, I realized the crazed maniac was right-my attitude was becoming more what I was. Am I loosing my control over myself?

Suddenly, there was a flash of light. I was atop a large tower, with a mosiac roof of skeletons and demons and ghould fighting each other in the frame. Around me, were thousands of mountains and a vicious sand storm, and so great was the storm I could not see the ground.

I looked around. I was alone.

[Alakon]

I think I was lost in there somewhere... oh well.

Name: Andregas
Class: Warlock, Dark Servant
Location: Underground Citadel.

" Master..." the acolyte rasped to me "your minions grow restless, they are strong now, can we not enact the plan?"
"Silence, it is not your place to think, only I know the entirety of the endeavor, it is far more wide-spread than you might think. And as such, timing is crucial. My dark warriors shall be unleashed only when I say"
"Yes master" the acolyte withdrew submissively. I sighed to myself, it was in motion, but my servants were becoming too sure of themselves with our swelling numbers. They cannot appreciate the plan's delicacy.
I turned about, walking quickly to the raised dais, where a shallow bowl rested, it was engraved in ancient symbols that took my sages decades to decipher. I approached the bowl, the dark water it held seemed endless, save for the faint shimmering deep within, the moon well waters had catalysed it, and now communion with my Dark Masters came more easily now, and the bonds which bound them were loosened. Not weakened, but loosened to allow my masters a free hand.
I gripped the sides of the bowl and began the ritual, on completion of the rituals the bowl began to chill. The black waters turned a pale blue and a hollow roaring began within my head.
Then suddenly, blindingly, they spoke, and their words cut like knives through my brain. I reeled back, but never broke contact. Instructions rolled out like the thunder of rocks off a cliff. When it ceased, I collapsed to the floor.
When I roused, I knew what the next step must be.
I left the hall, with my minions trailing along behind me.

I looked at the crevice in the earth, it was the only path to the earth depths that allowed direct communion with the Old Gods. It was where I had recieved my initiation as master of the Dark Servants. I watched as my dark spirits converged on the site, and began their ritual of summoning. I would build a mighty fortress here, to keep safe the path to my gods. Powerful magics would be wrought, and dark beasts would safeguard it until it was time.
I frowned, the next phase would be the creation of the warding stones. It was necessary to have exactly five warding stones, each in their nexus of power, for that was the number of the Old Gods.
For such powerful warding stones to be created, I needed artifacts of power to shape and mold them, but the whereabouts of such artifacts was unknown to me. Any such items of sufficient power were lost or destroyed during the sundering. Yet I was assured of the existence of such things. My eyes narrowed, I would need the Imp, my scrying had discovered that it was presently in Booty Bay. I would have to detour there and recover it.

[KillyEdanna]

gah!! can someone please inform me when things wake from their slumber like this?!? lol

2 things...
Whereabouts it Kaydee and Killy/Sadin
and i'm thinking about adding my favorite played character in game... but not until I clear up my other two's storylines


*continues camping insane ghoul in game*

oh yeah... lvl 32 hunter 37 warrior and a handful under 20

*grins*

[Blackmoore]

Sorry Killy, I kinda forgot the exact whereabout of everything, so I placed you with me on a flight to XR.

[KillyEdanna]

Sorry Killy, I kinda forgot the exact whereabout of everything, so I placed you with me on a flight to XR.

oh. so that explains the whole priest thing.

i will re-read and post again later today.

[The Flamestrike]

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

I looked around, amazed and agnered. Garshtnar had been there one second, talking to the old man, and gone the next. I looked all around me. Even with my Elven sight, I coud only see sand, sand, sand, sand, sand...I could feel the heat on my skin, burning away...The sweat dripping...

I kicked a rock angrily, only to cry out in pain at its heat. That damned Revealer! I thought. Garshtnar had been the one that seemed to know where to go, but now he was gone into thin air, taken by the "Revealer". A month ago, Garshtnar had been my greatest enemy, but I had come to trust him since seeing his good actions during the Battle of Stormwind. And now he had vanished. Just like Selende with Cenkrill. I felt a cold rage grabbed me, despite the heat.

I slashed and thrust with my sword at an imaginary foe, pretending it the Revealer, crying aloud,

"If I ever catch up with you, you'll taste my-ahhhhh!"

I shouted as I tripped on my own blade and fell down a sand hill, still cursing and swearing at nothing. Suddenly, I had a run of luck. At the bottom of the hill, I had found an oasis of clear water. I gratefully drank, craving the water and refilling my water flask to its very top.

Suddenly, I heard an eagle cry slashing the air. I looked up, to see a couple of Wyverns approaching. Great, more enemies...

I notched an arrow to my bow and prepared to shoot the first Wyvern, and it's rider.

[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 storm was brutal-hundreds upon thousands of rough sand ripping and tearing at me at every given moment. I knew that if I stayed here any longer, I would die a second death. I saw the mosaic picture-that of a demon, it’s hooves standing on a pile of bloody skulls and corpses. In one hand was a flaming sword, the other, a burning whip.

I knew not who the demon was, but I did not care. I had to get out of here.

Then, I heard a crack. I looked down-the roof. It was cracking!

Now normally, this would be a good thing, but I could not see through the mosaic-roof. Who knows what could be at the bottom?

I fell.
***

Hours passed before I awoke. Rarely do I get to see the dark as an undead. This was one of those rare times.

As I looked around where I was, I realized I was in a room of worship. But not by the standards of the light-skeletal remains covered the room, with swords and daggers sticking out of them.

I quickly said to myself that I had better get out of here. Fast.

I searched a way out, careful to not step on a dagger or some blade. There was no way out: only a bloody wall. I frankly went to the opposite end of the room: same story. For what seemed like hours I searched the walls for some entrance to anywhere else.

There was none.

Suddenly, there was a ringing. Well, a buzzing would be more accurate. It was painful, even for me! The sound would kill a living man-good thing I was already dead.

It rang for moments and moments and moments! It seemed as if what remained of my spine was about to break!

Then it stopped.

But I realized then I had a bigger problem.

The skeletons were moving.

[The Flamestrike]

It's good to see someone's replying. Now we need Blackmoore and Killy to respond...

[Doublehex]

And Cenkrill too.

[KillyEdanna]

Name: Kaydee Muir
Race: Female Human
Age: 23
Class: rogue
Equipment: a fan of smaller blades she has them stashed around her person. She has two dirks and sword (the exception) on her hips and two shorter curved blades behind her sholder blades. She also has throwing blades. Her leather armor is tight, but not tight enough to squeak her presence and she has a brown and green cloak she wears to block prying eyes.
History: Kaydee was orphaned at a young age. She didn't end up growing up in any definable place though at her young age she found dwarves funny and thusly, as she grew up, developed a taste for dark ales and danger. She trained herself behind closed doors in the monestary (which for some reason took her in despite the trouble she tended to cause) that eventually took her in. She got the idea from the rumor of a catburgaler she had heard of and ended up finding the burgular in the monestary pilfering an old relic. Instead of turning her in she just watched in silence. The burgler noticed her while escaping and revealed that she was a woman (not a man like in the stories) and left her a pair of daggers to get her start. Eventually the high priest in the monestary found out about her training and instead of chastising her sent her along as a priest's protection to a town suddenly stricken by a weaking disease. From there she went out on her own occasionally returning to the monestary and the town where she was assigned.

I had little chance to talk to Sadin after our abrupt reunion. We rushed out of Stormwind with the commander and his undead brother. It would be much easier to infiltrate horde territory with two forsaken than alone. Even I had to admit that. As to what the plan was, Blackmoore was not sharing. If Sadin had probed to find out I wouldn't know because she didn't share or even look at me for that matter. At night, she immediately went to sleep and left the rest of us to delegate who was going to stay up to keep watch. More than once I heard her groan and mutter in her sleep. I caught bits of it occasionally. It just worried me more. Seemed as if she was having nightmares full of her failures as a holy priest. I kept this to myself. Who was I to share it with anyhow in a group of strangers.

We had finally left the blasted desert for the added humidity of the coast. Not that I had been to Booty Bay before, but I was pretty sure that it wasn't supposed to be blasted to nothing. I tried to keep calm hiding under my hood and cloak though my hands itched for a blade everytime I heard any unfamiliar voice speak. At least they weren't yelling warcrys, I thought.

Just then the horse with Blackmoore on it trotted away, guildless since he was slumped over the saddle. His brother tried for the reins but the horse had already gone too far. Straight into a orcish Wyvern Master. The orc grabbed the reins but saw Blackmoore underneith. My hands instinctively reached for my daggers as the orc exclaimed and caught the attention of two nearby trolls. ****. This isn't going to be good.

Relax, I heard in my head. Sadin had already pulled her horse forward and waved the trolls away. She spoke. "I have not yet masted the ways of mind control. I lost control of him when my horse miss stepped."

I conciously untensed my hands and downcast my eyes as one of the trolls glanced at me. "Don't do it again," the orc grunted. When we didn't move on he continued, contempt for the undead like poison on his tounge, "Do you need something?"

"Maybe," Sadin said shooting him a glare. "Let us rest and I will return." She murmmered something under her breath in what must have been gutterspeak. I heard the warrior stifle a dry laugh.

I ignored the rest of the conversation perterbed that Sadin would not only speak in that tounge but joke at it. Dismounting, I tried my best to walk with a little less fluidity than normal. Can't I at least pretend that she does know how to control us, I thought. I heard a little dark chuckle and hid the immediate mental phrase that came to mind as I figured out that she had been reading my thoughts. Don't tempt me, she said mentally. I then found myself afraid. This is definately not the priest I tried to protect to my best ability at that damned town, or even the ghoul that rose from the dead. She was different.

Blackmoore turned to both of us when we reached some semblance of safety and informed us that we would be heading to Crossroads. Quickly. There was only one way of doing that. We returned to the Wyvern Master and soon enough I was strapped to a blasted cross between a bat and a lion. The orc hadn't liked the idea of giving the two forsaken one so Blackmoore and I were stuck riding one together after the priest convinced the Orc that she could indeed control the beast through one of us. She had slipped me two vials of a glowing green liquid before she mounted and mentaly told me to keep them at hand. I did as I was told. Not that I had to act like I was controlled that much, but what was I to do?

As we were all in the air, priest in front followed by Blackmoore and myself and then the warrior. I tried not to be distracted by the muscular body in front of me using my hands for nothing more then keeping hold. I inquired to myself what the potions in my hand were partially curious, partially because I knew she was listening in. I was not let down.

I swore I heard her clear her voice inside my head. Blackmoore flinched under my hands. Apparently I wasn't the only one who heard her. I'm using my mentalist abilities and talking to you all. And everyone in turn can speak and be heard.

I heard General Blackmoore next. It won't be long before we reach crossroads. And myself and the lady behind me have little to not cause suspicion immediately. I finally realized what he was talking about, my cape trailing behind me, legs, arms, and face exposed to not only the wind but anyone who could see us when we land. There would be no way that we would be able to explain ourselves fast enough. We would be at the edge of a Horde blade faster than we could think.

I already thought of this, she said. I handed the rogue, Kaydee, seated with you, General Blackmore, a potion that will help me to alter your human appearances before we land.

Good thinking, priest, said the warrior.

Call me Killy, Aedelas. I heard him grunt a response. Just a note about this potion, I can keep your forms shifted and help you to understand some Horde languages I have picked up, but if it comes to any kind of battle and the facade must stand through it I will be of no help because of the amount of concentration this keeps.

I will make sure you stay safe, I heard myself say. I could tell that she hesitated. It will free the others to keep a look out. I paused. Just like old times.

She ignored the comment. The Crossroads are on the horizon, drink the potion now so I can set the illusion in place.

Blackmoore looked back at me a questioning look in his eye. I nodded as if to say you can trust her and pulled one of the vials out of my belt and handed it to him, careful not to drop it as wind rushed by. He paused and looked at the fluid and made a face at the heat it emitted, but downed it regardless. I pulled mine out and quickly followed suite sending a mental 'done' after Blackmoore. The fluid was lukewarm which was disturbing enough. It tasted of mold and sour milk and seemed to creep into every cavity of my gullet as I swollowed it down. I closed my eyes as a nearly nausiating quiver flowed over my body followed by a hot flash that travelled from my insides out. I heard Blackmoore grunt in pain in front of me. The priest must have cut the link to aedelas because Blackmoore was cursing up a storm and I found myself tingling all over in a painful manner.

I didn't say it wouldn't hurt at first. I heard her say.

I glanced at my shoulder and saw it swim in my vision. I closed my eyes and held on tighter hoping to land soon.


Name: 'Killy'/Sadin
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.

<more to be added shortly (potion)

[KillyEdanna]

<OOC - here's Killy's part I couldn't edit in time. And I have to rewrite it because of that. *sigh*>

I couldn't help but be callous towards Kaydee and the others. How would they ever know what I've gone through? Aedelas at least had his brother.

I landed and dismounted checking the illusions once more as the humans landed. They were both stiff getting off the wyvern mentally complaining of raw nerves. This is when they first got a look at each other and stared, which is hard to differentiate from a normal undead look. I hadn't been too kind to either of them as far as looks go. Kaydee still had a majority of her hair, a slightly bluish tint to her skin, and that wolfish sparkle in her eye though they were a little milked over. Part of the flesh around Blackmoore's jaw I left in the process of falling off exposing his jawbone and some of his teeth. They would just have to get used to seeing themselves rot, I thought and mentally told them both as well as to calm their nerves and act a little less lively than normal. I scolded the general when he slowed down tenfold. Aedelas's wyvern landed and he dismounted. Kaydee, legs still stiff, missed a step and stumbled forward. Blackmoore was quick to grab her before she fell. I saw a taurean cow turn away a discusted look on her face. A quick glance at her thoughts told me she not only thought us discusting as animated dead but thought Kaydee and the general even more unsettling since she saw them as an item. A quick scan of the crowd showed much of the same. I made a note to tell them later. They could play off it if they wished as long as it didn't make them sick as well.

Turning from the Wyvern Landing we stepped out onto the crowded streets of the Crossroads.


<OOC - good to be back.>

[Alakon]

Name: Poog
Class: Imp
-----

I struggled to free myself from under the orc's arm, the dead beast had fallen on me when my previous captors dispatched it.

I managed to acquire an astonishing amount of sand in my gullet in my attempts, but the orc was unbudging. I paused for a moment to bite the insolent creature, then wriggled furiously, burrowing through the sand.

I flew up and surveyed the scene around me, not a soul was to be seen, barring the useless mortal carcasses lay strewn on the ground.

I looked around approvingly, this was a far more pleasant vista than dirt and sludge and the miasma of the cold and damp. At least I could stretch out my glorious wings to the sun, a faint warmth compared to home, but soothing nonetheless.

Then a shriek cut through the still air and I looked up to see some manner of beast winging through the air, I crouched hidden as I waited to see what would happen.

A party of wyverns landed, and an odd assortment of mortals dismounted, the foremost appeared to be rather worse for wear, and a couple of others seemed to be undead. The rest were a mix of the usual humans and some cattle.

-----

I crept closer to get a better look, suddenly the sun dimmed, in a cloudless sky, and a feeling of chill crept up my spine.

A foul wind blew, bringing the stench of corruption and decay.

The party looked around, confused, and I would have laughed had the feeling not been so familiar.

"So, Imp. I have found you" I spun around and was confronted by the fearful visage of my former master looking down at me.
"Who are these mortals Imp? Were you planning to devour them, such a great feat for one of such small stature"
I snarled at him, but it came out more of a hissing squeak.
"They are no matter, it is you I have come for" The group looked up at the sight of a dark cloaked man, apparently holding a conversation with the ground.
I tried to teleport, but instead I was jarred physically, my body was ringing in sympathy.
"Not this time Imp, there shall be no escape for you" He grinned at me evilly...

ooc> wait, now I'm confused. Isn't Blackmoore and Killy where Terald is.
If not, I think I'm lost. I haven't played the game yet.

[The Flamestrike]

I'm confused too. At the end of my last post, I was firing at the Wyverns Killy and Blackmoore were riding, thinking of them as Horde riders. But now Killy and co. seem to have landed without a hint of danger. What happened?

[KillyEdanna]

I thought we (Killy, Aedelas, Blackmoore, and Kaydee) were trying to catch up to Garshtnar and Terald and half of their party had already departed to another location by way of creepy old orc transport...

Also thought that we were flying away from Booty Bay which had been decimated... Didn't really think it was my party that was the ones on wyverns Terald was shooting because he said they approached like were coming in for a landing...

We were at Booty Bay but Blackmoore's vision...

Damn it. I confused Rachet and Booty Bay.

Clean up at register four.

Yet another nice entry that gets to be omitted fully. Sorry all.

[Alakon]

all is not lost, we only have to redo your last one to be landning in the blistering desert. (minus the cow and place)
That way my post lives!
I'll admit that this is due because I want my super-cool evil warlock to be introduced to party.
Can you forgive me?
:surprise:
Post later, I got rugby and a girl to chat up... :lol:

[Doublehex]

Killy, re do your post saying that Terald was firing at you guys thinking you were forsaken. We'll just ignore the last two posts.

[The Flamestrike]

Hate to say this guys, but I'm gonna be away for almost a week to help my dad with some DIY. I'll see if I can stop by at a library and post, but the chances are pretty low. See you soon!

[Alakon]

Gah! Shame on you. Especially for posting this when I was gonna post. You just ruined my day, er... night.
Anyway, have fun :clap:

Btw, you first Killy. I can't post till you do. Oh, you can't till Flamestrike does too. Eh... double shame!

[Doublehex]

Oh joy! I dont need to wait for anybody to post! Work hard with your dad, flamestrike.

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 fragile skull split into two under the great weight of my boot. With the warrior now lying on the floor, still clinching it’s rusted sword, I quickly went to my next target. The skeletal warrior quickly did an overhand swing, meaning to gash me in the shoulder. But I was faster, and parried the attempt. With that, I quickly sent my fist into it’s rib cage. One of the ribs snapped, and it fell to it’s knees. I kicked it’s skull, and it went flying.

I quickly moved on, attempting to stay alive as long as possible while I search for some way out. I made a lot of close calls, but I managed to survive.

Suddenly, I heard a sound I can’t quite explain. Then I heard an explosion, with green fire surrounding the ruin. I lifted my head, since I ducked at the moment there was the explosion, and noticed a new pathway leading down a flight of stairs.

I looked for the cause of the explosion, but I didn’t find it’s source. It didn’t matter-I quickly turned left, and sprinted down the flight of stairs, with dozens of skeletons chasing after me, some wielding scimitars, others wielding staffs of magical power.

I was running so fast, down the twirling flight of stairs, that I swore I was about to lose my touch with gravity. But it was just my head, playing tricks on me.

When I reached where the stairs led me, I quickly turned my back, faceing the stairwell, to assault my pursuers.

They weren’t there.

I waited a few moments longer, thinking perhaps they slowed down to attempt to trick me.

They didn’t come.

I ignored it, and attempted to find out where I was, and determined that I was in a torture chamber. And it was pretty easy to do so: with all of the spiked coffins, pulling tables, and of course, mutilated corpses.

I quickly left the chamber, only to see two steal doors, filled with rust and dirt, probably leading into two different chambers.

Decisions, decisions….

[KillyEdanna]

[QUOTE=Doublehex]I ignored it, and attempted to find out where I was, and determined that I was in a torture chamber. And it was pretty easy to do so: with all of the spiked coffins, pulling tables, and of course, mutilated corpses.
QUOTE]

those are iron maidens. goes along with the idea of the cold, deadly embrace they have.

[Alakon]

Okay, Doublehex, you're gonna have to update me/us. Seeing as you're the DM maybe you could tell us where every one's supposed to be? :scratch:
Cos otherwise I get lost...

[Doublehex]

OKay:

Blackmoore+KellyEdana's Characters: your're transformed into forskanen(not a permenant transformation,howeever) and riding wyverns to the crossroads(an intersection and trading post between Mulgore and Durotar) however...

Terald: you see the wyverns thinking they're about to attack you. So you open fire with your bow.

the Imp: youre still in a cage on the ship(we didnt take you out. we hopefully won't forget you. :P )

and that shoudl be evreybody. We still need Cenkrill, however...

[Cenkrill]

and that shoudl be evreybody. We still need Cenkrill, however...


I'm still in Stormwind, just having a bit of writers block :\

I'm just trying to think of something interesting to do... (At the moment I'm trying to find Selende who went back into Stormwind).

[Blackmoore]

Ditto with writers block. Hard to think when you're doing Strath, Scholo and UBRS/

[Doublehex]

Well guys you'll think of something eventually. Just think of it soon!

[Alakon]

OKay:

Blackmoore+KellyEdana's Characters: your're transformed into forskanen(not a permenant transformation,howeever) and riding wyverns to the crossroads(an intersection and trading post between Mulgore and Durotar) however...

Terald: you see the wyverns thinking they're about to attack you. So you open fire with your bow.

the Imp: youre still in a cage on the ship(we didnt take you out. we hopefully won't forget you. :P )


lol, well, seeing as everyone's suffering a severe case of brain cramp, later I'll entertain you with my Imp's ramblings while he's trapped, forgetting of
course that he can 'port.
Who knows what deep and dire thoughts could be running through his mind? :scratch:

[Alakon]

Name: Poog
Class: Imp

Cheese… the sum of existence could be explained by this one manifestation of hellishly delightful product. I pitied the poor fools who were coerced into trying to retrieve this life giving substance from those mammoth four-footed freaks though, but I had to admire the audacity of the mortals that would go to such lengths.
But, my black little heart swelled up with anger to think of those mortals, and not so mortal that imprisoned me. Fools! I thought, no cage can hold me!

Still, I had to admit that it was quite cosy in here, it reminded me of my den back home. We had quite a lovely home, situated quite conveniently between the Yuth Geyser and the Ravine, our brood never wanted for warmth, or food. Every Red Twilight, the geyser would erupt, soothing the squawling little imp hatchlings, and the motion would send the tasty Irith bugs into flight.

Good opportunity for the Brood mother, the older of us were warned to mind our neighbours while she was gone. Of course there being in excess of two hundred of us, she could hardly expect us to keep track of each other, nor stay underwing all the time. So we went exploring into the fel caverns, nasty critters there, ate four of my siblings on the way through.

We came to the Hrush den, no-one disturbs a Hrush, even the Eredar Warlocks aren’t stupid enough to try and command them.
So, naturally, I went to show my siblings how brave I was by going in, of course I wasn’t going to myself eaten! The Hrush was asleep, luckily for it, or else I would have been forced to give it some action!

I fondly recalled the time I first teleported, no-one else could do it, it was a unique all to my own. The fel hounds were roaming the passages, looking for some snack, unfortunately for them, they found me instead.
Faced with the option of either fleeing home like a coward to my mother, or turning and facing the brutes, I took the heroic choice… and ran.
After all it takes a real hero to run from his fears, doesn’t it? Errr… not that I was afraid, I was… Never mind.

Unfortunately, they could run faster than me, and so they attack me from behind because they were obviously afraid to challenge me face to face.
As contemplated existence in the bowels of the beasts stomach, I pondered such enigmas such as the nature of the universe, the inherent problems of inverse chaotic ley lines running through parallel tributaries to form a semi-coexistent portal between worlds, and how I was going to explain to my mother how I got all gooey.

With the thought of incipient punishment, and the unpleasant concept of being slowly digested over the course of the next ten thousand years provided me with enough incentive to try and escape.
My first teleport, not only did I succeed in getting home, but I also managed to bring along a sizeable amount of the fel hounds guts. Naturally, I was recognized as the hero I always knew I was, do you think I use hero too much? Well too bad, it’s what I am.
Unfortunately, my disruption of the ley energies attracted the attention of the local overlord.

ooc: how's that for an irrelevant post! Pretty good huh? :clap:

[KillyEdanna]

*applause*

i will report on being shot at when i'm not dead tired and have two projects due today.

*waves goodbye and collapses*

[KillyEdanna]

okay now i know what was really bugging me. Blackmoore had our party set out from Booty Bay... but had us flying all the way over the sea to the crossroads. quite a distance. (Booty bay is in Stranglethorn Vale, at the very bottom of the Eastern contienet... and the Barrens are in the mainland of Kalimdor)

So... is it that the party had already flown over the sea to reach the barrens where Terald is standing?

someone make an executive decision! lol

[Alakon]

*bow*
I'd be more than happy to let someone take care of that lol, but in the meantime, more rambling!

Name: Poog
Class: Imp
Location: In a box!

Meeting the overlord was one of the less pleasant memories I have of my original plane, but I feel the encounter would have been far more agreeable had he been less inclined to growl and spit in my face.
After he had wound down to his point it was pretty much "you go, you stay"
having no real idea what it was he was talking about. From then onwards I had to endure what you mortals call 'pass the parcel'. I was taken to three various overlords who scrutinized me with overbearing arrogance, until finally I was taken to him! Note, that the use of the word him, is not so much a title of fear and respect, as it is that no-one actually knew his name.
However he is our local Demon King as it were, he's not that high up in the order of things as it went, but he was a trusted overlord in Sargeras' favor.
I was brought before the Demon King, he looked at me as one might scrutinize a mortal, and I thought some sort of polite response was required. So, taking the example of the other minor overlords, I spat in his face.
He laughed heartily at the compliment and said "thou art brave imp, or mayhap merely foolish" I was a bit miffed at this, but he continued "in either case, word of you has reached my ear, indeed the fabric of ether has twisted and bent in your coming" I felt rather proud of that, not many demons can claim to hold the ether in subjection.
Then the demon King smiled charmingly and growled "it hath been revealed to mine ears that thou has some part to play in the mortal realm, for one hath need of thee" before I was given a chance to protest, what dire circumstance could require me to go down among the mortals, the world contracted around me and I was there.
I blinked my eyes, I was surrounded in total blackness, and I was immediately struck by the chill. Then a green light flared up, and I was slightly warmed by it, when a face loomed up into the light. The man of pure evil, even to my standards, that I would become inextricably tied with in the next few days.
"Greetings small one, I am your master"

:worship: :worship: :worship: :worship: :worship: :worship: :worship:

[Blackmoore]

okay now i know what was really bugging me. Blackmoore had our party set out from Booty Bay... but had us flying all the way over the sea to the crossroads. quite a distance. (Booty bay is in Stranglethorn Vale, at the very bottom of the Eastern contienet... and the Barrens are in the mainland of Kalimdor)

So... is it that the party had already flown over the sea to reach the barrens where Terald is standing?

someone make an executive decision! lol
LVL 59!!!

Anyway, to simpilfy matters, we are currently by where Terald is standing. Near XR. Wyverns can travel long distances, and I thought I made it clear that we were flying near the Maelstrom.

[Doublehex]

Great job for you blackmoore.

Anyways, I'll be posting later today.

[Alakon]

:scratch: Where's everyone gone? I'm feeling lonely.
So lonely...

[Doublehex]

Sorry, just can't seem to figure out how to continue. I'm sure it will come to me eventually.

[The Flamestrike]

:scratch: Where's everyone gone? I'm feeling lonely.
So lonely...

I know how you feel. I hope Blackmoore or Killy posts about my attack sometime soon.
:worship:

[KillyEdanna]

*tumbleweed*

I'm not quite sure as to who's wyvern should be hit and how ridged the other wyverns are in their fight pattern... like would they just keep going or get angry and follow the other one down to avenge him in a way.

opinions? I'll post tonight if someone gives me them.

[Blackmoore]

That's the best part about a FF, you can do whatever. If you want my UD guy to get an arrow through hsi chest and have ot kill thralls feet, be my guest.

[Alakon]

Imp to the rescue! I so glad you didn't all silmutaneously combust. :surprise:
Anyway,quick solution, Wyverns come, dude on ground either hides (where I dunno) or faces them. I think Killy or evil undead lady-dude would be sorta interested in what hes doing by himself in the desert.
Start blathering, some sort of disturbance, (either Dhex returns, or me evil dude pops up, etc...) Then whatever follows, follows...
Or maybe we could get swallowed up by a huge sand-worm, or get caught in a ginormous sand-storm, or a super-evil demon comes down to obliterate us or... I'll stop now.
I so happy...
Eh... did you all notice your avatar's are stuffed up? As in, they've gone buggy.

[The Flamestrike]

Imp to the rescue! I so glad you didn't all silmutaneously combust. :surprise:
Anyway,quick solution, Wyverns come, dude on ground either hides (where I dunno) or faces them. I think Killy or evil undead lady-dude would be sorta interested in what hes doing by himself in the desert.
Start blathering, some sort of disturbance, (either Dhex returns, or me evil dude pops up, etc...) Then whatever follows, follows...
Or maybe we could get swallowed up by a huge sand-worm, or get caught in a ginormous sand-storm, or a super-evil demon comes down to obliterate us or... I'll stop now.
I so happy...
Eh... did you all notice your avatar's are stuffed up? As in, they've gone buggy.


Actually, Terald can't hide; he's already attacking thje Wyverns. I'm not sure if he's meet Killy or Kaydee yet, but Blackmoore has, so he'll be a little surprised to say the least...(hint)

[Alakon]

*tumbleweed*

I'm not quite sure as to who's wyvern should be hit and how ridged the other wyverns are in their fight pattern... like would they just keep going or get angry and follow the other one down to avenge him in a way.

opinions? I'll post tonight if someone gives me them.

I think it might have more immediate impact if Sadin's wyvern is hit, just imagine the dude's surprise with an undead breathing in his face! And wyverns are a tightly knit species, if one of their flight is hit, they generally try to protect it instinctively... at least I think so.
Btw, does anyone really check these forums often. I check them mostly everyday, but it's vexing to see nothing changes.
Then again, it's even more vexing to see your story get shunted to the bottom.
Anyway, someone post soon! I'm bored!

[Doublehex]

I'll post later today, I promise! In fact, I'll post when I get home.

Let's just hope others follow.

[Alakon]

Yippee!
Well, while I'm waiting, another Warlock post. Now since me last post was cut, where was he... ah, da big unholy construction site.

Name: Andregas
Class: Warlock
Location: Entrance to the Hall of the Old Gods (big long tunnel going to cave)

It was glorious, a new Bastion of power, the first of many such strongholds upon the surface. Dark Spires soared into the sky, the tops lost in the roiling mass of greenish clouds. The corruption of natures force obscured the sun, and brought decay of a different kind. The trees withered upon themselves, growing grey and bleak, the earth grew cold as the dark towers leeched the very life and substance from the land.

Light flashed from within the clouds, illuminating the area in a frightening green hue. Great barracks rose out of the earth, walls high and forbidding, and shrines with terrible creatures crouched upon them were hidden deep within the corrupted forest. Smooth walls of blackness cut off this black citadel from the rest of the world, cruel hooks and spires jutting out at obscene angles.

Yet for all its similarities, this was no construction of the undead, this citadel stronghold was crafted and shaped by living hands, however dark the minds that possessed them.

And it was uncomplete. The five black towers each supported a glowing sphere, a shifting maze of colour that was painful to behold, yet the spheres were insubstantial, unreal, for they were not fully anchored in this plane. A frown creased my brow as I thought, the spheres were not yet sufficiently in place to do more than play havoc with the local weather, not at all my intended purpose. And I could not yet make an open move until I had achieved it. Voices came out of the mist, whispers of dark spirits and purposes, furtive shapes crawled everywhere swarming to their respective duties.

Every once and a while as I passed through the city, I would see one of my underlings performing one task or another, and I would exchange a brief nod with them, I smiled a little to seetheir naked fear as I passed them, but soon forgot it; I had more important things on my mind.

I came to the entrance, this was the sole passage to his gods, and it must be guarded jealously, I looked appreciatively at the seal that had been placed over it. Two pillars curved up over the entrance, and the gate itself was a golden iris that would open or close at his command, a nice touch of them to put skulls into the pillars I thought. Soon, this would all be one massive citadel, and its all just to safeguard one little crack in the ground, it was laughable. But I didn't laugh.
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As the warlock turned away, lost in a world of his own, eyes watched him from the forest, and then winked out.

ooc> yay, ur turn 2hex, and then killy hasta do one. Ye have to! :mad:

[KillyEdanna]

<ooc - convienently i need to get into a creative mode and make a lot of noise because my fiancee pissed me off and wants to sleep *clicks away* can't wait to hear flamestrike's response :)>

NOTE - disregard Killy's last post.

Name: Kaydee Muir
Race: Female Human
Age: 23
Class: rogue
Equipment: a fan of smaller blades she has them stashed around her person. She has two dirks and sword (the exception) on her hips and two shorter curved blades behind her sholder blades. She also has throwing blades. Her leather armor is tight, but not tight enough to squeak her presence and she has a brown and green cloak she wears to block prying eyes.
History: Kaydee was orphaned at a young age. She didn't end up growing up in any definable place though at her young age she found dwarves funny and thusly, as she grew up, developed a taste for dark ales and danger. She trained herself behind closed doors in the monestary (which for some reason took her in despite the trouble she tended to cause) that eventually took her in. She got the idea from the rumor of a catburgaler she had heard of and ended up finding the burgular in the monestary pilfering an old relic. Instead of turning her in she just watched in silence. The burgler noticed her while escaping and revealed that she was a woman (not a man like in the stories) and left her a pair of daggers to get her start. Eventually the high priest in the monestary found out about her training and instead of chastising her sent her along as a priest's protection to a town suddenly stricken by a weaking disease. From there she went out on her own occasionally returning to the monestary and the town where she was assigned.

The gut wrenching pain of the transformation continued and I went through switching moments of feeling weak and stifly gripping Blackmoore in front of me. It seemed unending, hot and cold, on and off... then I felt the most uncomfortable lurch. Looking up with blurry eyes I looked at Killy's wyvern which was beginning to spiral down. The lurch was the one I was on decided to do the same. The Crossroads faded in the horizon.

I blinked to clear my eyes as quickly as possible and glanced behind me to notice Aedelas's wyvern plunging towards the ground with an utter lack of fluidity. The transformation pain had begun to fade when I heard Blackmoore curse. I then noticed the arrow protruding out of Aedelas's wyvern. The other wyverns were reacting to the fall of one of their own, riders be damned.

As Aedelas's wyvern finaly crashed to the ground I saw him roll to the side out of the beast's death throws. I looked down to see what had shot at us and saw a lone figure standing tall below.

"****," I said.

Done, Killy's 'voice' announced followed by a feeling of suprise as she opened her eyes.

"There's no possible way that it's Horde attacking us," Blackmoore said, voice battered by wind.

"Try to explain that to the wyvern."

We were close enough to definately see that it was definately not an enemy of ours. The figure drew back his bow and shot at Killy's nearing wyvern wounding it enough to make it waver in flight. He shot again and the wyvern dropped lower a little bit faster. I could see Killy working frantically to get detached from the harness, throw up a shield, jump from the crashing wyvern. After a moment of stun she ran over to where Aedelas was standing sword half drawn, but still a distance from the unidentified archer.

But that still left the wyvern Blackmore and myself were on. I drew the dirk from my side and plunged it into the membranes of the wyvern. Drawing the blade back cutting a gash in the wing made the wyvern bellow in betrayal and take it's attenton off the archer and to the both of us on it back.

"This is not going to be pretty," Blackmoore yelled as he pulled his sword and cut into the wyvern's forearm. It quivered underneith us in pain and frustration. "Cut the harnass and be ready to fall," ordered Blackmoore.

Having little time to argue the fact that it was still a bit of a ways to the ground I began to cut at the straps that held the both of us to the saddle. I had barely cut into them when the wyvern decided that it had had enough of being tortured and wanted us off now. It began to climb straining the already weakened ties. I immediately hoped that Killy was paying attention.

With a snap the last of the ties broke and Blackmoore and I began to fall. As much as I did not want to, I threw the dirk from me and pushed away from Blackmoore, not wanting to become a cushion to anyone's fall but my own. Not like it would be survivable. Warmth suddenly enveloped me and I saw a halo of light surround Blackmoore. Luckily, Killy had been paying attention but I doubted the shields were strong after the repeated use of her spirit.

With some attempt of grace I tried to ready my body for the landing but still landed with an unorganized thud and lack of breath. Blackmoore hadn't made out any better. And he hadn't thrown his sword away from him. He had a gash along his arm and didn't move much except to groan of pain.

Killy began to rush over to aid us as best she could and Aedelas in an angered rage fully drew his sword and rushed the archer.

In the rush of the whole ordeal I had forgotten one thing. As I saw real red blood seap out of Blackmoore's wound. Living blood flowing from the skin of an illusion of undead. I got to my feet and ran towards where the now visibly human figure and Aedelas were fighting blade to blade, the archer had thrown his bow aside.

Killy had her hands full with Blackmoore and couldn't possibly be of any help. This will be an interesing fight to try to break up and explain at the same time. Scooping my hand down I pulled my dirk the dirt where it had fallen as I passed. Reversing the hilt in my hand to not to injure Aedelas or the human I continued running cursing along the way.

[Blackmoore]

*Claps*

Nicely done.

Post tomorrow I hope.

I'll also post a screeny of my 60 UD Warrior.

[KillyEdanna]

i love re-reading it and seeing where there was a bit of a lack of format or letters missing in words. but it's done so yay!

i would consider blackmoore or flamestike next.

*gleefully sits back ans waits*

[Alakon]

Dhex, you promised!
Btw, niiiiiiiice post, good to see people posting... (hint hint)

(Whoop whoop, I made it to the next page all by myself)

[Blackmoore]

First things first.

http://img101.exs.cx/img101/2835/blackmoore2hb.jpg

and my post, sorry will be tomorrow. I promise.

[Doublehex]

OOC: sorry for not posting-my internet decided to go down.

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 himself, if possible.

I began to ponder which path to take-left or right, right or left-both could be either good or bad choices. Either chould lead to some horrible monster more than willing to devour my bones.

Suddenly, I heard a roar. In a flash, I turned around, facign the flight of stairs I had came from. The roar came again, only this time, it was louder. MUCH longer.

I knew I didn't have alot of time to lose whatever was chasing me. I quikcl;y took my right, and sprinted down the pathway as quickly as my frail legs would allow. What was moments seemed to be hours as I ran down the corridor, knowing that a creature that I dread to face could be right on me.

Suddenly, evreything stopped. Even time. Evreything, for a quick moment of time stopped.

Then there was a flash of light, altough I wouldn't say it came in a flash. Then there was darkness.

But I wasn't in the corridor anymore. In fact, I was in a temple chamber.

And I saw a huge statue-had to be as large as a house-forged of bronze, that resembled a serpentis female like figure. And in it's clutches was something I was searching for for a very long time.

The next runestone.

[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 fell. Nothing more. Like many times, I fell. With the wyvern injured, the only way off was off it's back. So I jumped. It must've been a sight to see. A undead warrior attacking a wyvern and then jumping. I could only imagine what the horde would think of a race, it still untrusts. I struggled with my sword, trying to sheath it, but the wind would prove otherwise. Figuring I would not get it in in time, I clutched it tight against by body, but apparently, it was not tight enough. My armor hit hard against the dry, dusty ground, around 30 feet where the wyvern landed and collided with the inn. The dust rised into the air, blocking my shimmering illusion of an undead. The liquid of life poured freely from my arm and shoulder, pooling on the ground. It seemed my sword had cut into my arm, leaving a gash. Not risking my allies, I refrained from bandaging my self quite yet. I groaned, turning over. I felt as if a heavy blanket had been lifted from me. I picked myself up despite pain and rolled into the nearest foilage. It seemed my illusion was gone and no doubt the humans was bound to collaspe anytime. I watched as she stumbled up, dazed and ran towards the two figures; probably Aedelas and the other priest and ran for the hell of escaping. I was alone. Aedelas, who seemed fine except for an arrow in his side, was enraged, sword drawn, taunting the attacker to quench it's thirst for blood. I was alone in Crossroads as an injured human. Nothing good could come from it. It was certain. I bound my wound with a silk bandage as best I could and slightly rose. Too bad it wasn't slightly enough. The glint of my armor caught the sharpest of archers and with the twang a of bow, arrows marked my place.

"HALT! YOU VENTURE INTO HORDE TERRITORY! IN THE NAME OF WARCHIEF THRALL, SURRENDER YOUR WEAPON AND YOU WILL BE TREATED FAIRLY!"

Thrall? Surely Aedelas would have to say something to him. Unfortunately, I could do nothing at the moment. I unsheated mysword, and planted it firmly in the ground, and placed my hands to be bound. By the light, I dearly hope, the Horde will spare me.

[KillyEdanna]

...thought we were decently outside of the crossroads.

[Blackmoore]

...I have got to stop skimming these.

[Alakon]

OOC: You know what I just realised? My imp still in the box. And no-one cares...
Everyone kinda just left without me knowing.
So... where should I be?
I was thinking it might have been sorta fun to have 'poofed' and accidentally caught in Dhex's rift. But I think it's too late for that.
Any suggestions?

Btw, how many people are still alive? I mean seriously, doesn't it seem like everyone just keeps disappearing? I mean, there was that Goblin dude, I think a gnome guy, uh... a bunch of people.

[Blackmoore]

Your imp knows fire. Work some magic =P

[Doublehex]

I'm still here.

But no one cares. :(

[KillyEdanna]

still here also

[Alakon]

Isn't that sad? I reckon we should make an effort to post more, or maybe just check the forums before we log into WOW. Don't let this die!
Err... post later, I've got a teacher breathing down my neck.

[The Flamestrike]

I'll always be here, watching, lurking, waiting for the right time to post...

[Alakon]

lol. Uh... I was going to post something, but I've got 40 hr famine. (u guys have that in the u.s doncha?) And my famine is a theme famine, I've got to live like a street bum for the weekend; which means a blanket, newspaper and some used matches. It's hard, but fun. So, don't wait up. :D

[Blackmoore]

I'll always be here, watching, lurking, waiting for the right time to post...
C'mon, you've got an undead warrior running towards you. Make some magic!

[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 himself, if possible.

As I descended the very rough surface of the serpentis bronze, I began to wonder what the hell was chasing me in tunnels. I quickly tore the thought from my mind, assuring myself that it was some random expierment the priests forgot to kill before they left the temple, and continued my ascension.

When I finnaly reached the runestone, and was about to touch it's smooth surface, to reveal it's knowledge, I felt something go aroundmy forehead, and unspeakable pain quickly followed.

I screamed a hissing scream, and stared at the attacker: Meriphius.

"M--"

"So, we meet again Garshtnar! I truly didn't think you'd survive the tunnels."

I couldn't speak of th beast-the pain! It was too great...

"It is the Zar'Karla. It is fate itself and it hunts you, and only you. By unleashing the knowledge of the runestones, fate is displeased with you, and it hunts you. You're surposed to stay dead forsaken, and once you're dead, you're not supposed to return to life. You will die Garwood, either by my hands, or that of the Zar'Karla's giant maw."

He released the amulet-band that he wraped around my forehead, which sent to sprawling to the platform's hard surface. I heard the sounds of the runestone's humming, as Malphrin learned the location of the next runestone. He looked down on me.

"Where the runestone lies next, you will not survive."

After that, I heard only silence. An hour passed before I managed to gather the strength to raise my rotting corspe up. I searched for the kajjdorr shard, and used it to exert the knowledge of the next runestone.

"Ironforge."

[Alakon]

Whoop whoop, famine has finished! But I think I contracted a disease off a bum, oh well, life gives as it gets I s'pose. :p

Note: FYI, i making it that my imp was hiding in the dunes, and is witnessing the encounter between doozy doo and doozy don't, as per my earli-earlier post(minus the warlock).
Now, as I wait for a conclusive encounter... Introducing yet another character (temporarily) in my post!

Name:Andregas
Class: Warlock
Description: Dark, forbidding, evil... just your average run of the mill evil warlock. Likes the colours black and purple, maybe some pink to set off the hem.
Location: Dark Bastion (Entrance to the Hall of the Old Gods)

"Masster" the misshapen beast hissed, squatting at my feet "the dephyriths tell me there's something moving within the forest. Something with not friendly intentions methinks"

I took this information in without comment, but Daelgri was used to my silences. It was fortunate that I had brought the wretched creature with me, for his uncanny talent with all factions of my dark society and his power of mindtalk was invaluable.

I paced the room restlessly, thoughts flitting through my mind as I thought about the consequences of discovery.
"Tell them to prepare wards, and to report any further action"
Daelgri nodded, and his small black eyes went blank as he reached out with his thoughts.

The tower in which I stood was the lastest construction, it would be the focal point of the citadel, and it stood highest above the others. I gazed out the window, the wind swept my cowl back and my face was bared. My face... no longer the youthful powerful face it once was. I had gone through many transformations in my quest, I shrugged and turned from the window, my sacrifices were of no importance, and they had been minor and necessary ones.

Daelgri was locked into his trance, drool oozing from his slack lips. I frowned, Daelgri was not usually so long in his conversations. I took hold of him, thinking to shake him from his trance when suddenly there was a sharp groan, and the tower shuddered. A shriek resounded from the black depths below; rushing to my window I saw a great contusion of images and light coming from the edge of my Citadel. The newly raised wall had crumbled, and all manner of beasts were swarming through. As my minions swarmed forward to repel the invaders, I saw that they were in fact no beasts, but women.

Dark of skin, and fearless, the raged through the wall, even as it darkened with black magic as my dephyriths used their arts to repair the wall. It shimmered and wavered as the edges slowly came together. The warrior-women rallied and gained entrance just as the wall melded behind them.

Their were about fifty in number, a pitiful few against my hundreds, some were sitting proudly upon great animals of the forest.
They were illuminated in white and blue by bright spirits which danced among them.

As my forces converged on them, beast and spirit, they let loose a great war-cry and leapt forward to engage my minions. Light flashed as spirit fought spirit, and the women slayed my minions with savage abandon. The ground trembled with the force of these new-comers entry, and great ribbons of colour emanated from the diminutive group as their spirits wove magic to shield them. Darkness writhed through them, and they faltered, but those bright spirits counter-attacked, dispelling the spirit magic.

It was then that I realised who my attackers were, they were the Kal'dorei. Known as night-elves to the rest of the world, and I had apparently violated their woods.

Their magic was old, and powerful, dredging their power from ages past. My spirits were greater in number but lesser in strength. And their beast-warriors far outclassed my frail beasts, I was holding my hold only through sheer weight if numbers.

I pursed my lips in contemplation, I was not truly worried yet; these were the lesser of my minions, and easily replaced, but I wanted to forestall any future endeavors of these Kaldorei.

Name: Shin'dae Feathermoon
Class: Priestess of the Moon
Description: A proud warrior-women of the Kaldorei, she harbours growing concern for her people and their continuing survival.

(2nd person perspective)

Shin'dae panted as the limp body slid off her blade, she was growing weary, the foul beasts seemed endless in number. Beside her, her sisters fought valiantly, but it was obvious that they too were tiring; underfoot many sisters lay fallen, their blank gaze upon this unnatural creation, instead of upon Elune.

A flash of light detonated right next to her face as her wisp warded off another blow, the huge dark shadow that was the enemy spirit collected itself on the wall, shadowy limbs flying out.

One of her fellow warriors was tumbled from her night-cat from a flailing limb. and she was quickly swarmed under by a mass of small furry bodies, tearing and rending, her screams rang out as she called upon Elune.
Shin'dae came quickly to her aid, blade lashing out, words of anger ripping from her throat. A large body tackled her from the side and she was sent sprawling to the ground. She gained her feet quickly to face her attacker, but it was gone again.

Her companions nightcat was tearing into it's rider's attackers, and they were thrown about. Shin'dae pulled the bloody and wounded warrior to her feet, and placed her upon her mount.
She leapt upon her own night-cat and they bounded in among the enemies, slashing here and there with tiring arms, as they kept coming.

All of a sudden, the shadows and beasts melted away, leaving the Kal'dorei in a confused group, they quickly came together, so they might face death together.
An avenue appeared in the center of the milling mass, and Shin'dae could see one solitary figure walking comlacently towards them.

"What is this? Why have you attacked me?" were his first words as he came upon them.
She could not reply, confounded as she was by his blatant words. Was it not obvious what he was doing? He was defiling the land with his evil and corrupt magics, and his forces were forces of darkness.
Shin'dae looked around and saw how truly few there was of them left. Perhaps only two fifths of their strike force.

"What is it that I have done to provoke this attack?" His words were earnest and sincere, and his handsome profile was creased with confusion.
"Your works here are an abomination" she declared, having at last found her tongue "and are no better for having a human enact them".
"I think you are mistaken my dear' he said shaking his head 'there is nothing here to object to"
"These beasts, spirits, this very place is sapping the strength out of the land, they causing destruction. You know this well, do not delay your undoing with pretty words"
"Boldly spoken, but words without knowledge and simply fools words. How is it that you know that I have caused this disruption?"
"Because it is with your coming that this has happened! Are you to tell me that this is some coincidence, that these unnaturally spawned creations are not of your own design, that this black place is of some innocent purpose?" she demanded.
"Ah, I see' he paused, lost in thought for a time 'all shall be revealed to you, Kaldorei; come, I do not wish for you to stand out here with such dark suspicions in your heart. Come, and I shall explain"...

OOC: Question: Seeing as Andregas and others aren't my main character, can I do them in second person perspective, and just do my Imp in first? It would make it easier for me. :)

[Guntank]

(What do you know, I'm back. ^^ Now, for a post...)

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Dealice Langston
Race: Human
Age: 18
Class: Combat Rogue

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Keeping herself stealthy and maintaining virtually complete silence as she shuffled towards the Crossroads, Dealice cursed herself for leading herself to a wild goose chase --- she had come all the way to Stormwind after hearing of certain rumors but now, those certain rumors had instead led her back through that same half of the continent onto Kalimdor soil once more. She never thought she'd be so close to 'home' again only scant weeks after she left...and wandering in clearly-marked Horde territory, no less.

What was she doing? Dealice laughed at herself mentally; was she chasing a ghost, or just looking for the past good times? Not even Dealice was too sure anymore. She wasn't even sure if she was supposed to be doing this.

Karramyn, had he still be alive, would surely be laughing at her predicament right about now.

Aimless as she was, though, Dealice's travels did eventually bring her stealthily to the Crossroads, the famed 'toll booth' of the Horde, and she had no sooner felt relief at seeing that she wasn't the only Alliance member in this cursed place when she saw the single Human standing there. Dealice closed in, narrowing her eyes and suddenly widening them when she finally got a view of that armored Human; she not only recognized that particular person, she also knew who he was.

Then Dealice saw the arrow and the relief was short-lived. Johan Christian Blackmoore was being made into a prisoner of the Horde.

"Great." She muttered to herself.

If Dealice was ever going to find her brother's idol of past years, she was going to have to prevent that from happening; already she could see, from her hidden vantage point as she lay low against a foothill nearby, the Horde snipers positioned somewhere away from Johan and the few others beginning to move to capture him. Wasn't there something Dealice could do as one person?

Her hand brushed against her belt, and Dealice smiled. There was something she could do as one person.

Keeping hidden and reaching into her pockets, Dealice began quietly preparing some Flash Powder and smoke reagents and loading it into a bomb she normally used to distract others while the Horde continued moving in towards the man, and after a short while, Dealice was ready. Her grin widened. This was it!

She tossed the grenade between Johan and the Horde snipers, and was rewarded as a loud explosion was followed by an immense cloud of smoke that clouded the snipers' vision, preventing them from having a clear shot at Johan and giving the Human knight a chance to escape. Dealice sighed, and kept herself unseen as she waited and watched; hopefully, Johan would have the sense to actually use this opportunity to run...

[KillyEdanna]

WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wtf is going on now?

i don't think anyone is a prisoner of any side.
none of the humans, being general blackmoore and kaydee, are identifiable as human because of the potion that killy had them drink.

...aren't we just working on trying to make sure they survive the wyvern crash and explain to terald that he's not facing a party of forsaken he just shot from the sky, though aedelas is making that hard since he's full of rage and running at terald sword drawn seeing his brother with a bloody wound...??

i think we need a cry of order here.... maybe.

[Blackmoore]

WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wtf is going on now?

i don't think anyone is a prisoner of any side.
none of the humans, being general blackmoore and kaydee, are identifiable as human because of the potion that killy had them drink.

...aren't we just working on trying to make sure they survive the wyvern crash and explain to terald that he's not facing a party of forsaken he just shot from the sky, though aedelas is making that hard since he's full of rage and running at terald sword drawn seeing his brother with a bloody wound...??

i think we need a cry of order here.... maybe.
Well...I dunno. I thought you were just holding an illusion over us. But I'll roll with the punches..

[KillyEdanna]

Well...I dunno. I thought you were just holding an illusion over us. But I'll roll with the punches..

*pouts*

i just really don't know where that leaves killy and kaydee if the illusion/transformation was dropped and they were both by you. and i didn't think we were that close to the crossroads.

but lead on... I'll think of something.

[Guntank]

*pouts*

i just really don't know where that leaves killy and kaydee if the illusion/transformation was dropped and they were both by you. and i didn't think we were that close to the crossroads.

but lead on... I'll think of something.

-_-;;;

Killy, what kind of illusion was it? What was its effect?

I've got to pay more attention before coming 'back'... :o

[KillyEdanna]

back to page 61 for the first post on it then 64 for the edit

[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 himself, if possible.

Once I learned of the next runestone's location was in ironforge, I took my time scaling down the enormous bronze statue. As I did, I began to think of what my next step would be. How will I get to Ironforge? I will have to go through a huge amount of dwarven terriotory just to get to teh city limits. Then after that, I will have to find a way to sneak into the enmorous city, and then try to discover the source of the runestone, which I doubt few dwarves will know about, and fewer still will be willing to aid a forsaken.

When I set foot on solid ground, I tore my worries from my mind. I will deal with these problems when they present themselves. For now, I had to find a way out of this dungeon-tomb.

Suddenley, the ground rumbled, much like earliear when I was in the dungeons. I heard the roaring, the growling. The fear that I have never felt before in my after-death.

Fate had found me.

And I ran.

[Blackmoore]

Terribly sorry for my absence. I guess, it's me slowing down the story. I'll try to post in the near future.

[Guntank]

Secondary Character

Name: Sanne Stormgunner
Race: Gnome
Gender: Female
Class: Mechanomagus (Engineer/Mage Dual-class)
Weapons: RstdXP-200%LV40 Magus Runner Mech (DANGER! Highly Experimental!), Wand of Fireballs

Physical Appearance: Sanne is a very short girl, typical of Gnomes, standing at no more than 3.5' with a medium-slim build, relatively flat busts and long legs (by Gnomish standards, that is). Her hair is pink, tied into twin ponytails, with light peach skin and big, round green eyes. Usually Sanne wears a small blue magus' robe, pink shoes and a white silk scarf.
The Magus Runner has three modes; Runner, Flyer and Swimmer. The Runner Mode's physical appearance is very similar to the Magitek Armor from Final Fantasy VI --- only standard Orc-sized --- and the Flyer and Swimmer modes have the legs, lower body and arms hunched upwards and down parallel to the cockpit.

Background: Sanne Stormgunner was born in Gnomeregan, before the Second War, to veteran Gnomish mage Lohengrin Stormgunner and artisan Gnomish engineer Rinny Hookeslaw. Initially, since Sanne's father spent much of his time organizing Gnomeregan's defences against the Horde, Sanne was simply not slated to be a mage to begin with; instead, her mother began training Sanne in the beginning ways of Engineering ever since she was 3, and the girl remained happy in Gnomeregan for the rest of the Second War. When it ended and her father got more free time, Sanne began sidetracking a little to learn Mage skills from him as well.

All of a sudden, Gnomeregan was invaded by the Dark Iron Dwarves when Sanne was only 14. The Gnome city was evacuated; Sanne and Rinny escaped when the first waves of Dark Iron Dwarves breached Gnomeregan's inner levels, and eventually made it to Ironforge along with most others. Lohengrin, however, participated in the co-ordinated attempt by Gnomeregan's defence forces and an Ironforge Dwarven army to retake Gnomeregan, and died when the forces were routed. Rinny died a year later, just managing to complete Sanne's training as an Engineer.

After her mother's death, Sanne continued her studies as an Engineer and a Mage for another year before deciding to undertake Rinny Hookeslaw's unfinished project: the Magus Runner, a heavy attack Gnome mech capable of flying and swimming that would allow the Gnomes to go anywhere in Azeroth and Lordaeron, past mountains and lakes, and attack anywhere in the world. Seeing nothing else better to do like all Gnomes do (and intrigued by her mother's last project) Sanne took it upon herself to continue learning, and to finish learning at last was to finish the Magus Runner for good.

Currently, despite Sanne's efforts to tweak it, the Magus Runner remains incomplete. Its Flyer Mode is highly unstable and incapable of prolonged flight like the Gryphons, its Swimmer Mode is not completely waterproof, and its Runner Mode's weapons are not finished. The girl could occasionally be seen jetting around Ironforge and Kharanos trying to test and calibrate the Magus Runner, usually with little success and hilarious results...

[TheNewHorde]

OFF TOPIC

Am I allowed to join? Or does is this like a private thing? Cause this seems like fun. Please tell me if I can join or not.

[Alakon]

Not that I'm running the show or anything, but judging by the lack of activity, a little stirring of the pot won't go unappreciated.
So, if you can fool everyone into thinking you are at least a half-decent writer, we'll go head overs heels with joy.

Ummm... I feel a little ashamed to say this, but if everyones kinda tired of this one or anything, I'm starting up a fresh one in the RPG forums, although I'm more than happy to do this at the same time. :o

[TheNewHorde]

So, if you can fool everyone into thinking you are at least a half-decent writer, we'll go head overs heels with joy.


Ok, I'll be joining. But is that quote suppose to be sarcasm or do you mean literally I suck? I know I suck, so I'm not offended... (maybe abit...) But I know I ain't good, so I sorta want to know was that just a joke?

[Doublehex]

If you suck, just do this: write it as if it was going to be a book. Then you should do fine. :)

[Alakon]

Dude i waz only joking. I'm no star myself. As far as I can tell, you seem to be a fairly decent and humorous writer. I'm just saying that if you can provide us with some entertainment or whatnot.

[TheNewHorde]

I know ur joking, just wanted to make sure. LoL, I am oversuperstitous, don't mind me. I'll begin as soon as I am able to read all 68 pages!

P.S. The word "Dude" actually goes way back. It means like the long hair of horses, but because Albus, the singer, have hair like that, people call him dude. And with time goes on, dude changed its meaning to 'cool'.

[KillyEdanna]

So... umm yeah.

[Alakon]

Oh ****! I totally forgot about the Alliance (winces from thrown implements from Dhex) um, uh, err, some organization and clarification is required for this confused little imp.
Doublehex? Blackmoore? Anybody?
... it sucks to be alone, I have to resort to binging and, that dreaded word ...socialising. *sigh*

[Blackmoore]

Oh ****! I totally forgot about the Alliance (winces from thrown implements from Dhex) um, uh, err, some organization and clarification is required for this confused little imp.
Doublehex? Blackmoore? Anybody?
... it sucks to be alone, I have to resort to binging and, that dreaded word ...socialising. *sigh*
Yeah...stupid Honour System.....Actually, I'm just as confused as you are.

[The Flamestrike]

O for the days of the Alliance! They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the west. Behind the hills, into shadow. How did it come to this?

[Alakon]

One word. Wow.

[Guntank]

o_o

Okay...first, let's begin with the Crossroads stuff.

Dunno about Blackmoore (Aedelas) and Killy's end --- they can sort this out alone --- but on Blackmoore (Johan)'s end, perhaps it could be said that whatever Killy had casted on Johan had worn off when he was wounded (I remember Blackmoore saying that Johan did bleed in that post, although he bandaged it up)? Forsaken don't exactly 'bleed' red blood, after all; That could be a telltale sign of disguise even if the enchantment hadn't worn off, and give the Horde guards --- and ultimately, Dealice --- the slip that Johan wasn't who he looked like he was. She recognized Johan, knew that he was indeed who she thought he was, and threw a smoke bomb between him and the Horde guards.

...At least, that's what I make of that particular situation.

[Doublehex]

I think the problem we have isn't where we are in teh sory-it World of Warcraft. We are all so drawn into it that we just can't seem to have the time to continue this. I even admit that I can lose an entire day to WoW. I would love to continue this, but if not, it was a great run, we made alot of new friends, and lasted for almsot a year. It was a great legacy and will always be rembered. I know I will.

*raises cup* Cheers!

[The Flamestrike]

To my fellow members of the Alliance RPG:

Frankly, I'm amazed that a small debate thread started over a year ago by a member named Galbryn has grown to be such an epic like this. It's a real shame it has to end now, but all the same, why focus on the bad points, it's been a total blast playing here as a half-Elven ranger named Terald Sunstrider, who eventually had to learn to forgive, not to avenge. I've had some rare old days on here, fighting Cenkrill, travelling with Garshtnar, defending Stormwind, etc. It's really been awesome in this thread. Kudos guys.

I just wish we could've (somehow) finished this great story. There are so many loose ends. Did Garshtnar ever turn human? What happened to Meriphius? Did Terald find Selende? Where did Rolen go? Did Blackmoore get taken by the Horde? What was Cenkrill's fate? Where the runestones ever found?

We may never know.

I guess this is it, then. Farewell, everyone. Here ends the Alliance. I hate to say it, but this might easily be my very last post ever on these boards, now that the Alliance's gone. It was the main thing that kept me here. But I'll always have fond memories of this great place and the experience of being in the Alliance RPG. Goodbye, guys, good luck, and take care.

- The Flamestrike, A.K.A Terald Sunstrider, half-Elven ranger of Quel'Thalas

[Blackmoore]

Well Written by all. It's WoW, it's inetivable. We were all drawn to these boards for one reason. Wow. Alas, I would've loved to see an end to this saga, but none the less, it's been much fun.

BM

[Doublehex]

Its a said thing. I love The Alliance. It just reminds how a bunch of guys who never met each other once in real life can forge an epic, one post at a time. Before we conclude this amazing tale of good and evil, friends and lovers, hereos and villians, I would like to note that I opened a RolePlay forum dedicated to a fantasy setting of my creation, Adune. the link to the site is here (http://s6.invisionfree.com/woa). Join in, and let's actually finish something for once!

[KillyEdanna]

but i liked this

*whines*

oh well.

later all.

[deadlytroll]

would it be ok if i join

[Alakon]

Sorry bub, but it's dead. Didn't you read the sign?

R.I.P> The Alliance.

Here lieth a great and mighty saga, given birth by a community of loving care and tender ministration, it shall ever remain in our hearts. Lost but not forgotten.

Born Post #1 died Post # 663

[Cenkrill]

Perhaps this tale of destiny, glory, desire, hate and betrayel shall be relived once again in the Rp-PvP server?

[Blackmoore]

Cenkrill! Where have you been? Anyway, I sure as hell wouldn't mind it. If we can do it...go for it.

[KillyEdanna]

as much as i shouldn't be saying name the server and the side (since we kind of had a bit of character split) and i'm in.


...and I shouldn't be saying it because I have a warrior sitting on the back burner and a tauren druid rushing towards end game content as quickly as possible.

[Cenkrill]

Hmm, that is a problem. We have both alliance and horde characters so we wouldnt be able to play with each other... :(

[KillyEdanna]

time to rework characters?

[Doublehex]

Whoa, whoa. Evreyone is willing to do an The Alliance style RP...on World of Warcraft?

Absolutley awesome! Guys, I say we head to Mealstorm--it's the offical server of RPPVP.com (http://www.pvprp.com) and it has an upmost awesome community. Who's with me?

[KillyEdanna]

Whoa, whoa. Evreyone is willing to do an The Alliance style RP...on World of Warcraft?

Absolutley awesome! Guys, I say we head to Mealstorm--it's the offical server of RPPVP.com (http://www.pvprp.com) and it has an upmost awesome community. Who's with me?


i'd be up for it. just on next to never

[beefayjo]

Hi! I'm fairly new.... actually I'm the newest of new to RP'ing stuff. I like warcraft but I've never played WoW. Wondering if I could join up if it isnt too late. If I can join is a good knowledge of the lands and history of warcraft required? thanks

[Doublehex]

Hi! I'm fairly new.... actually I'm the newest of new to RP'ing stuff. I like warcraft but I've never played WoW. Wondering if I could join up if it isnt too late. If I can join is a good knowledge of the lands and history of warcraft required? thanks

This thread died a long time ago, beegayjo (good god, how did you come up with that name?), but we are all thinking of going to one of the RP-PvP servers at World of Warcraft.

EDIT: Okay, evreyone who is interested, perhaps we should meet on an IM chat channel sometime to discuss our Alliance-to-PVPRP plan? I'll be needing two things: your IM name, and your time period (ex: I'm on the East Coast)

[Galbryn]

Hey everyone!!
Doublehex let me know you were all thinking of hitting a RP-PvP server. I wouldn't mind heading over ther to check it out. I enjoyed the days of the Original Alliance storyline we had, but time is a luxury I don't have anymore so I could not continue.

My free time is usually reserved for some gaming. So I would definately be willing to continue our adventures in real time on Azeroth in game. I am defiantely interested in this, and would be willing to put some decent time into this (that Real Life allows). Anyways, here are my thoughts regarding it:

1. Let's go Horde. I have an Alliance toon, and really don't want to play a paladin on another server. Orc Warrior or Tauren Shaman would be my initial picks for my toon. I can also come up with a decent back story for them.
2. Let's all pick a server. I don't care which, but I don't want Double deleting his established Alliance on his server. Might as well hit a different server.
3. Before we do this, we need to get ALL the important people from our initial thread (Cenkrill, Blackmoore, Double, etc..) to agree to this. But don't let this deter all you newer people. The more the merrier right?? We can always bolster our numbers.

I think this would be a lot of fun, but I am dead set on Horde. My Alliance days are spent on Magtheridon. I have a level 60 Paladin there, my epic mount, tons of gear, and am well established in a guild to which I help lead. If I am going to start over, I want to do so with sights unseen. Also, I would love to RP a horde toon. Being evil (or misunderstood depending on which side you are on) would be a new fun experience to play.

My email is GPrime50@yahoo.com it is also my yahoo messenger name. Feel free to IM or email me anytime guys. I won't be checking into this thread too much, but I'll try to keep an eye on it. But you all have my contact info in case things develop. Nice to see you all again. :)

Your friend,
Galbryn

[KillyEdanna]

as far as i know Cen and myself have created forsaken (matching our char names) to Twisting Neather.

[Galbryn]

I think Double has something on Maelstrom. We should try to coordinate something here in order to meet up. Double made an Orc Warrior. I'll be doing that or Tauren Shaman. Cenkirll, Blackmoore, and all others, lets get the server straight before we dive too far into our chars. I do know that Horde is the Faction :)

[Doublehex]

Here's the deal guys: I'm doing Maelstrom because that's the most populated. I choose Horde so I can continue my character's story from Argent Dawn. His name is Agram, so if you want to meet me up there, you know who to message.Also, I suggest downloading this addon, RSP (http://www.curse-gaming.com/mod.php?addid=1028). It allows you to add a last name, title, and physical description to your character, Helps the RP.

[Blackmoore]

So Horde or Alliance and where?

Also, I will try to contact M@D and see what I can do.

[Galbryn]

So Horde or Alliance and where?

Also, I will try to contact M@D and see what I can do.

Horde on Maelstrom according to Double. I think his warrior is there progressing nicely. I will make a toon there as soon as I can.

It will be interesting playing the other side ole friend ;)

By the way, what is everyone going to play??

[Blackmoore]

I'm torn as to what to play....I'm open to suggestions. I'm not sure I could make another warrior as, I have a level 60 one and a lvl 32 one. So...suggestions?

[Galbryn]

I made two chars, but one I think I will go with.

Double made a Orc Warrior.
I made a Tauren Shaman named Galbrok.

The rest is up to you. Play what you wish to play. But if you already made a warrior, why not try a race and class you haven't experienced yet?? ") Just my thoughts. :)

[Blackmoore]

Welcome the new undead rouge to the world of Azeroth, Blackmourne.

[Cenkrill]

I am an undead warlock on Twisting Nether, it is just as populated, if not more so (seeing it was made after the other 2 rp-pvp realms, so tons of people moved to it) than the other Rp-PvP servers.
My brother and a friend are also playing on that server... so I don't really want to change...

[Galbryn]

I have no problem with Twisting Nether...

I can move. But this is an alt. My main is on Mag.

[Doublehex]

I hear there's not a great RP community on Twisting Nether. Also, there are some kickass guilds on Maelstrom that we can either a)join or b)allign with if we form our own guild (which I would not mind doing. ;)

[Galbryn]

I care not either way. But I'm not starting anything til everyone gets on the same page. I can move to the Nether or I can leave those newly made toons on Mael. Either way is fine with me. But I'm not going to begin into it until we all make a final decision. Keep me informed guys.

Galb

[Doublehex]

I will move wherether the majority wants to go.

[Doublehex]

I've decided to move the topic to here <<http://www.pvprp.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=18542#18542>>. It has a better RP community, and I'm an aquaitence with the head moderator there. :D

[KillyEdanna]

Killy's name is already taken on that server. I think I'll make a Kaydee...

or a random orc... or I dunno. when i hear about more people and names of chars over there I'll follow suite.

[Shanda]

oh dear
i must have been both blind and dumb by missing this....
(just read all the 70-something pages)

to bad it ended, cus it was a great story, really great.
and shanda "the abit clumsy" mage missed it...

blind and dumb..

[Doublehex]

Can someone give us a comfirmation on where we are going? Twisting Nether or Maelstrom? I still say Maelstrom, because it seem slike a better server, community wise.

[Galbryn]

I'm thinking Maelstrom guys. I checked it out. There are heavy rpers there. The general chat was filled with it when I was there with little common speak. Seems fun. I'm almost willing to roll there and lock my heals in the sand. Besides, we roll there we all start out on equal ground as brand new Hordies. Also, we need to make up our minds soon, otherwise some of us are going to roll and not want to leave. So, lets solidify a decision.

If nothing is official by tomorrow night, I am going Maelstrom. And everyone is welcome to join us there.

[Cenkrill]

I still say Twisting Nether...

[Galbryn]

Hahahaha...this will never get started....LOL

[Doublehex]

So far, it's 2 Maelstrom, 2 Twisting Nether. What about evreybody else?

[Shanda]

hwo are you going to organise this? cus i would be very greatfull if i got the chance to join

[Galbryn]

My main concern is the community. There is no point hitting a RP-PvP server if they don't RP. I saw on Maelstrom, the it is in abundance. I don't know about the Nether. Personally I don't care which server. If the Nether is a good community (I'll check the official forums), then I say we go there if people are dead set on not moving.

Bottom line, we must get on the same page for this. And we must make the choice. I'll post what I find soon.

Galb

[Galbryn]

Checked the forums and Maelstrom may have that stronger community. I quote this from the Nether forum: "...I've been really disappointed by most of the guild names I've seen Horde side, not to mention guild goals; I have yet to see a real RP guild around. ...The only guilds I see forming here are PvP guilds." This alone is upsetting. If we are going to roll on a RP-PvP we might as well hit one with somesort of community, not one with guilds that have names like "Peanutbutter". I play on a PvP server already that does not Roleplay (Magtheridon). Why would I want to head to a RP-PvP server that has the same rules as a regular PvP??

Perhaps you people from the Nether can shed some light on this. But it apears Double is right and Mael may very well be the stronger Roleplay oriented RP-PvP server. But this is becoming too much work. If you are dead set on not compromising, then there is nothing we can do, and those that want to continue these adventures in real game time, then can follow go wherever the group chooses to go.

[Blackmoore]

I'm either one...just let me know.

[Galbryn]

Maelstrom it is. The community seems better. It is the more official RP out of the two. Those that care to join us look for me, a Tauren Shaman named Galbrok.

BTW Doublehex is Agram.

We are going Horde here. Pick whatever race/class you wish to play, and if you care to inform us, post here with your toon, or email me gprime50@yahoo.com

See you in Azeroth.

[M@D_3D]

Grrr.... This sounds so tempting...

Yet as much as I would like to relive the good old days ( :worship: ), my RL does not allow me to do so. The main reason being the non-existence of my subscription, as well as any free time to dedicate to gaming... Although I wish you guys great success in this new adventure! Have fun! :happy34:

And thanks for the invitation, Blackmoore, it means a lot to me. :winky47:

P.S. GALBRYN!!! Long time no see, hehe. :happy14:

[Galbryn]

Grrr.... This sounds so tempting...

Yet as much as I would like to relive the good old days ( :worship: ), my RL does not allow me to do so. The main reason being the non-existence of my subscription, as well as any free time to dedicate to gaming... Although I wish you guys great success in this new adventure! Have fun!

And thanks for the invitation, Blackmoore, it means a lot to me.

P.S. GALBRYN!!! Long time no see, hehe.

Well, resubscribe :P LOL. Nice to see you too. And feel free to email me anytime. My real life duties keep me gaming only about two hours a night if I am lucky. Plus, on Magtheridon I help to lead a guild as an officer. We have over 200 members there, 70 some level 60s and the power gamerz there are enjoying the MC runs. I however, need a slower pace, and decided to roll on Mael for some fun with the Horde. But I maintain my duties there, and my toons on Maelstrom are alternates.

But I can understand why you may be hesitant to return. Let me assure you we are in no race to the finish. We simply play when we can. :) Besides, it would be more fun with the old group together again. :)

[The Flamestrike]

Oh, blimey...when was the last time I posted in this thread, or on this board for that matter? I thought this thread had died, and been buried, many years ago...

Anyhow, nice to see a few old faces on here again. Galbryn, M@D, Cenkrill, Double, Blackmoore, etc...Brings back some very old and fun memories. :buddies:

Well, doing the Alliance on WOW...that's an interesting idea. Stuff like the siege of Stormwind or the victory afterwards might be excellent on there. I'd love to give Terald and Raga another go.

However, I know it won't be happening for me.

Why?

One, is the fact that due to a severe lack of real money, I don't have WOW anyway, so any sort of play is impossible for me. (:shock1:)

Two is that I have no free time left. The long, dreamy days of last year have been replaced with an increasing amount of schoolwork that I have to make space for. Friends and relationships are also climbing the list, as is my training in the military.

Three is that I'm slowly losing overall interest in Warcraft right now. Seeing as WOW is inaccessible, and there's little else Warcraft-related to do in the meantime, and I have to conserve my free time, Azeroth simply isn't a large part of me anymore. My interest would probably return if a new game was put out that you didn't have to pay a load of cash for regularly.

Now, I'll come in now and again to see what's going on, seeing as I'llalways have a place in my heart for ths thread. Just don't expect to hear much from me.

Cheers!

- The Flamestrike

[M@D_3D]

Heh, as far as I know, the original thread has been long gone since that darn forum wipe (or even the wipes before). Some of the dedicated folks here have been continuing the storyline and playing it all over again. Props for keeping our memories alive, guys! :buddies:

[Doublehex]

Well M@D and Flamestroike, if you do want to relive the glory days, I started a RP a few days ago that may intrest you. http://s7.invisionfree.com/Roleplayers_Hall/index.php?showforum=34

[M@D_3D]

Sorry, dude, I can barely spare 10 minutes a day to check my guild forums, so I'm definitely passing on that... :(

[Doublehex]

Okay evreybody, list your names here so we can contact you IG!

Doublehex=====Agram

[KillyEdanna]

Okay evreybody, list your names here so we can contact you IG!

Doublehex=====Agram


definately just deleted the character i made there yesterday. We'll see about making another.

[KalziEast]

Whoa... A lot of posts have come since I first posted here O.O... I was on page 5 and was stupid, lol.

[Jokasben]

i'll join...have you started yet?....73 pages...i hope you have started.

name: Grunedeff Wildhammer (Groon-def)
race: dwarf

gender: male
class: hunter
weapons: he is just starting his hunter training so he has just his gun and an axe
apearance: 4'3'' 243 lbs. brown hair that he puts back in a long ponytail/braid , it extends to his knees...his beard is held together with a single metal "clamp" wile each side on his mustash has thair own "clamp" of the same size. Dark grey, round eyes and rough features. He has the standard rock hard/broad build of his race, but is oddly silent and swift when occation calls for it.
history: Grundeff is the great-grandson of "Thane Khardros Wildhammer" the leader of the wildhammer clan during "The War Of The Three Hammers"but his grandfather and grandmother(obviously a son of Thane Khardos and his wife) chose to live in ironforge instead of acompany their clan(who knows why...). both his father and mother died at the claws of dragons as they attempted to reclaim Grim Batol when is was held my the horde.thinking it best for him to finally meet his clan, the bronzebeard leaders sent him to the slopes of Aerie Peak at the age of 10.

I dont want to reveal any more about his history then that at one time......it is long though aint it?

anyway...This acceptable?

[XWolfmanX]

hi guys
didnt know where to post this so i'll stick it in here
im new to world of warcraft and you all seem very experienced at the game and such
A couple of my friends have started playing and they are with the alliance so i was wondering what would be the best or wisest character and race to choose?
someone suggested elf and another said a human paladin
Help would be greatly appreciated :)
Thanks in advance :)

[Arinnaya]

hi guys
didnt know where to post this so i'll stick it in here
im new to world of warcraft and you all seem very experienced at the game and such
A couple of my friends have started playing and they are with the alliance so i was wondering what would be the best or wisest character and race to choose?
someone suggested elf and another said a human paladin
Help would be greatly appreciated :)
Thanks in advance :)

I will attempt to give you some basic ideas on playable races, assuming you have already played some RPG on your computer, or a Dungeons and Dragons group roleplay.

The Humans are - well - nothing special. You can play either as evil or righteous,a knigh or a mage, as humans are a pretty generic race. One thing to remember, though: in the world of Azeroth, the men and women are nowhere as common as in other roleplaying settings. Their capitol, Stormwind is just one huge medieval-style castle. You can play as a champion of the Seven Kingdoms, or other enclaves, but still, there are huge parts of the world untouched by human hands. This also means that other races are on par with the humans as it comes to world (and NPC) populations. They are also a commonplace choice for players, the second most popular race in the world: that means you will see a great number of similarly-looking 'friends' around the world.

As for the Night Elves, they are not so close to their DnD counterparts: They appear most close to the Wild Elf/Wood Elf concept, showing some vague similarity to the elves in the Lord of the Rings epic story. They are mythical but not magical. Having a beautiful forestland as their home, and exhibiting a close connection to nature is one of the gifts they can offer. They are also one of the few elder races that have access to the druidic powers. The name 'Night does not only refer to their appearence, but also their nocturnal life, and the worship of the allmighty moon goddess: Elune. The Night Elven capitol is as charming as its inhabitants: Darnassus is acually built on the top of the world tree Teldrassil! As people tend to chose their avatars by appearence, Night Elves are still the #1 choice (well, until the expansion), meaning that you will see them almost unrealistically common.

Dwarves do show a profound similarity to the DnD concepts: they are not famed for their beauty or cunning mind, but their stout resilence and crafting expertise. The mountanlands of Khaz Modan constitute separate world themselves, and their capitol - Ironforge is a spectacular sight to behold, built underground, into the depths of mountain. The dwarven race is said to be created by the Titans from molten rock when the world was young, and their descandnts are still fervishly searching for the clues of their origins, excavating all around the world. Dwarves would certainly deserve more, as they are somewhat unpopular: their women even more (despite the claims, they are NOT ugly, even if a bit stocky). And they can become paladins, like humans.

Gnomes are a really excentric and enigmatic race: Even more than in DnD. These tiny creatures (they can barely reach the waist of a human) have an uncanny ability for tinkering. In such a 'steampunk' world, as WOW, this means, they are fully-fledged engineers. gnomes also have a good talent for arcane magics, and - strangely - they still make up for abled warriors. They have no capitol to call their own: Gnomeregan was destroyed with the their last failed experiment. All gnomes have close ties to the Dwarves, and are in a constant competition with the Goblins - another 'steampunk' race . vying for ultimate suppremacy in tinkering.

The Draenei are a race that is still to come. From the information, that is available from the BC beta, they are going to be the WOW equivalent of the DnD Celestials. Ever made an Aasimar paladin? Looks like you will be able to renew the experience. The Draenei are a race of extraplanar origins, naturally talented divine spellcasters of pure good alignment. Their city Exodar, will be a major hub of the Alliance in northern Kalimdor soon.

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I would also find it a good idea to add some info on the HORDE races, before you choose sides: the horde races might look evil or ugly (essentialy all horde races are opportunist bastards), bet they are far less stereotypical than the allaince ones.

The Orcs are based upon the DnD concept but little: Brutish barbarians, they might look first, but still, despite their tragic history (becoming slaves of the demonic legion, living only to rampage and destroy), Orcs posess a strong, and noble spirit, led by the famous shaman, (#1 noble hero in the world), Thrall. Orkish landscapes are mostly savannah or desert-like, where the hunters can roam the land freely. Though Orgrimmar (the Horde's mighiest city) cannot rival Stormwind or Ironforge in architecture, its 'barbarian' styled buildings are nice and unique. If you hear the call of the war drums, then it's time to play with an orkish champion...


The Tauren are truely unique to the Warcraft world. These minotaur-like hulking giants are cultivating a peaceful, nomadic culture in middle and southern Kalimdor, since millenia. If the Night Elves might look 'treehuggers' for you, then the Tauren are total 'hippies'. The Tauren capitol Thunder Bluff is just a grand group of indian tents and totems. In other aspects, they are similar to the Orcs, save that the tauren are neither corrupted, nor warlike. They cultivate Druidic tradition, alongside with the Night Elves, and defend their sacred lands and totems with ferocity from invaders. Tauren tend to be highly spiritual, good-aligned and noble, despite this, they are less popular than expected: they are just behind the undead in popularity, among horde races (that means the 4th place among all races)

The Trolls are related to the DnD creatures only by their name. Nowhere as large, but endowed with cunning minds, they make up for a survivalist race. Actualy, trolls were among the primal races that inhabited the world of Azeroth before the sundering, even before the rise of the Elven race. As such, their woodo priests and witch doctors have knowledge of many dark secrets. The playable trolls - the Darkspear tribe - are exiles from southern Azeroth, having no city of their own. Despite their good looks, Jamaican accent, cannibalistic jokes and acrobatic movements, they are among the least popular races (something I can barely understand).


The Undead are the only race in the WOW, that can be classified as 'evil' without a second look. Stemming from the victims of the plague that infested and ultimately destroyed the kingdom of Lordaeron, these lucky ones suceeded in breaking away from the will of the Lich King, becoming more than mindless zombies, once again. As such, they have a dep rooting haterd towards not only the Scourge's armies, but also all living creatures, especially humans. They are even desperate enough to experiment with the very plague that killed them off long ago. Their capitol is quite haunting: the Undercity is actually built within the crypts beneath the cursed city of Lordaeron. If you like teh gothic style, with a good deal of evil, then the Undead are for you ( I guess most people do, as they are the #1 horde race, and the 3rd among all races)

A major addition to the Horde (and to the entire world) will be the new-old race of Blood Elves. Highly powerful, and also charismatic, the Blood Elves have a sinister aura about them: Their whole life revolves around magic and raw power. With their arcane exploits and way of life, they will actually be quite similar to the DnD Drow. Like the Dark Elves, their WOW counterparts will add a highly anticipated flavour to Azeroth. Their whole enviroment is beautiful, and the capitol of Quel'Thalas: Silvermoon is simply breathtaking!! Togather with their appeasing look, they will certainly be a major hit in 2007, surpassing many other (if not all) races in popularity.