The Alliance

[Doublehex]

As you are probably reading the title, you are probably saying to yourself 'The Alliance'? Wasn't that done before? And, you would be correct. The Alliance was started by Prime as a discussion forum about the Alliance and the Horde. However, it quickly became a roleplaying thread, and a very popular one at that. I joined in quickly, and stayed in until part 3, when Prime said that he could no longer continue it.

Now, many times I tried to re-presuade Prime to continue it, but he couldn't because of lack of time. In subsitution, I tried to start my own rp threads, but none ever lasted as long as The Alliance.

The Alliance still remains in my heart as one of the best, if not the best, rp thread ever started on this site.

It has been several months since Prime axed Part III. I have decided to start a new Alliance thread-but I am not going to continue it. Instead, I am going to start over! We will start over the marvelous rp that was The Alliance. The story will be the same-a new alliance(more like group) of men and dwarves and elves will be gathered up to begin a guerilla war against the Horde.

I ask that the first person to join be the leader. The rest be any character they wish. Thanks. If you decide to be a horde character, and you want to join the group, find a reasonable way why you're character would want to join. Example-you're character is disgusted with the alliance between the Horde and the Forsaken, and seeks vengance. NOTE-You do NOT have to join teh group to be part of the rp. Just so you know.

RULES:

1.Post description Please guys, post your character's description at the top of each on topic post.
2.No 'uber-powerfull' guys I never had this poroblem on this board, but on other forums, players would make god powerfull characters taht had demon blood in their veins. Please don't. Please.
3.Say Off-Topic on off topic posts This is so we don't get confused.
4.Post once a week at the least This is so I know who's still playing. If you feel you can no longer continue, PM me and I'll write a death scene for you, or write the death scene yourself.
5.No offensive language unless totally neccesary. Some people get offended by language.
6.No flaming If you or another player get into an argument, please don't flame on the boards.
7.Do not kill important PC created NPC This is just an act of courtesy.
8.Do not kill PC You can wound them, but please do not kill them. If you do, I WILL write you out.
9.Most importantly... have fun!

[The Flamestrike]

Seeing as I'm the first person to join, I guess I'll be leader.

Name: Terald
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow
History: The youngest and last son of the late Elven King of Quel'Thalas, Terald came about when the Elf King fell in love with a mortal woman called Feralt. But as he was an Elf, and she was a Human, they could not marry. Sadly, Feralt died giving birth to Terald. So the Elven King took Terald back to be raised in Quel'Thalas, and taught the Human/Elf in the ways of the warrior. For a short time, Terald was one of the most gifted soldiers the Elves had. But then Arthas and the Undead Scourge destroyed Quel'Thalas in battle, and killed the Elven King. Terald was forced to flee to Human Stormwind. Now, he wanders the world, seeking his destiny.

[Lord Chad]

Name= Xanthos
Race=Human
Age=20
Class=Warlock
Weapons=Staff of Horror
Description=Has brown hair.He isnt very muscular(like most wizards).He was green eyes. He also has a scar on his face from when his imp scartched him.
History=He was born in Dalaran.We was taught in the dark arts at the age of 8.His parents were killed by Arthas and the scourge and Xanthos barely made it out of Dalaran.He made it out with the help of a High elve who teleported him to Stormwind.When he and his high elf rescuer got to stormwind the High by the name of kronos taught him a lot about magic.When Xanthos turned 20 he left stormwind to seek for destiny and revenge for his parents.

[Gastone]

Well,i was also part of the Return of the Alliance,but due to lack of time i stopped writing.But now i have all the time in the world.:D


Name:Constantine de Valette
Age:40
Class:Paladin
Equipment:Enchanted Full plate,Holy warhammer of faith,Holy spellbook
Description:Average height,gray hair and beard,black eyes,goodnatured and benevolent.
History:Constantine was born and raised in Stormwind,thus living the first great wars with the Horde,which makes him preoccupied when it comes with Orcs.He fought at Lordaeron under the command of Uther,and after Artha's treachery and Uther's death he left with Jaina to Kalimdor,where he fought under the shadow of the Tree of Eternity.Now he returnes to Azeroth to help defend once more his beloved homeworld

[Doublehex]

Let's wait for two more people to join, then I'll join(probably as a forsaken character), then we can get underway. I'll leave Flamestrike to decide how to start the story.

On a side note, I'm seeing all Alliance characters so far. Remember, Horde characters are allowed. Just as a reminder.

[The Flamestrike]

Come on people, just two more characters please...

Hi there Doublehex! Nice to see you as an Undead again.

[Doublehex]

Hi there Doublehex! Nice to see you as an Undead again.

Hi, altough I really don't remember you...

[The Flamestrike]

Remember me from the very first Alliance Rise Up thread? I was that nasty Dwarf, Prince Marofirse.

[Doublehex]

Oh yeah, now I remember you!

[The Flamestrike]

Erm..Is this thread dead or what?

[PhatAlbert]

Been waiting for another thread like this to start so that I can join at the beginning.



Name- Fenix Fireye
Race- Night Elf
Class- Rogue
Gear- Wavy dagger with bright green emerald in its hilt in his right hand (primary) and a magically runed scimitar in his left hand. Light leather armor and a small dirk connected to his ankle.
Age- 3092
Description- Although their connection to the World Tree was severed after the assault of the Burning Legion Fenix has still shown no signs of aging yet, still looking youthful. With his parents dead and his one and only brother and sibling, Juntig, missing Fenix roams the lands in search of increasing his skills and hoping to attain power.

[The Flamestrike]

Now if only someonme else can join, then we can start...

[Gastone]

Since we are five already,i think we can start even now.

[Fenikkusu]

Think the reason this isnt getting a lot of people signing up is because its not in the proper forum. I better join in the fun as well.

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Nightelf
Class: Swordsman
Age: Around 1500
Skills: Great Reflexes (dodges more than parrys) Tracking
Weakness: Not very well at looking before leaping, Impulsive
Equipment: Two scimatar blades with Demon Hunter carvings in both to aid in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir with druid carvings that gives the strenght of the Earth to it's weilder; standard lether armor.

History: Rolen fought along side his best friend, Zeir, against the Burning Legion's attack on the World Tree. Zeir used a longsword as his chosen weapon. When defending the front line, Rolen and Zeir were seperated by a mass of ghouls and nerubs. Rolen was saved by a water element that Jaina made but Zeir was seen cut down by an abomination, unknown by Rolen. After the battle, a group of nightelfs that included Rolen was sent to look for any undead that had survived. Rolen saw Zeir's corpse and the only way to honor his best friend's death was to take Zeir's blade and use it in battle.
Rolen now sails to Azeroth to aid the battle against the Forsaken.

[TheCrawlingChaos]

Never actually roleplayed on a forum before, think Ill try it..

Name: Trick Ironblow
Race: Goblin
Class: Mad Scientist, Alchemist, Tinker
Skills: Powder and Explosives, Land Mines, Small Vehicles Engineering, Fixing and Breaking (more Breaking, tough).
Weapons: a bunch of chemicals and dangerous explosives, a small knife and paper and ink, all of that stuffed carelessly on his backpack.
Weakness: Sometimes his invetions works, sometimes they dont... Hey, thats the way science is! Is it not?

Background: Trick was born on a small Goblin camp on south Kalindor, and raised to be the proud of the family. He quickly mastered all the teachings his father could offer, and left to travel the world, searching and researching everywhere, anywhere his curiosity took him.
Eventually back, Trick found his old home grounded. Knowing of the nomadic ways of his parents goblins, he searched his family in all places just to find, later, information that the camp was attacked by a bloodlusted group of orcs, no goblin survived.
Dismayed, Trick sought the company of the alliance people, willing to offer his expertise on the battle against the orcs. Secretly, he still believes his parents are alive somewhere, but he does not have the phisical constitution to investigate the savage lands all by himself. Perhaps, on the service of the alliance troops he will be able to find a lead to his parents...


(Out of character: So, am I in?)

[The Wanderer]

Well, well, well it has been a while since I was in an rp or on this site as a matter of fact. But I was in the Alliance Returns rp for a while before time constraints and things got in my way of writing and my character just seemed to vanish. I would however like to join this one, seeing as how it is summer, but I am afraid that if I join now I will not be able to write seeing as how I am gone from July 12th to August 2nd. But I will post my character anyway.
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Name: Taro Isamu
Race: Pandaren
Class: Wardancer/Healer
Physical Appearance: Taro Isamu stands about the size of an average human. His fur is a deep black with stripes of white along his coat every so often. His eyes are a sky blue and appear to be full of wisdom. Taro’s large paws can grip any sword with extreme ease but when holding fireman’s, which is rare, he finds it very awkward. Though not large in girth Taro is quite muscular, which makes him an ample warrior.
Equipment: Taro wields a sacred Shaktani warblade, a weapon common to the warriors of his people. Though skilled in using a wide variety of swords, Taro will never willingly cast away his Shaktani because of the sentimental value it holds. His father personally crafted the warblade for Taro and bestowed upon it the power to control the very essence of the wind for short amounts of time. It is named Misora meaning Beautiful Sky and Taro treasures nothing more than Misora. Slung across his back is a long bow made from the bambus trees native to his land, used only when the choice of melee combat is not within his reach. In cases where his warblade is not with him or is out of reach, Taro will brandish the two long knives in his possession, which are hidden under his light bambus armor. If there is no other weapon Taro can use he will protect himself with his crude but strong bambus staff as his last means of defense. Taro’s only head protection is that of his circular straw hat, which on top holds the symbol of a Pandaren’s face.
Character: Taro is a wardancer of his people and as such has vowed to protect them from harm. He holds honor and loyalty as his prime values and punishes all who would break their bonds of trust. Taro has been strictly taught to hide all feelings when in and out of battle so it is hard for any that don’t know him to read the Pandaren. Though only at the age of 30 Taro has shown excellent prowess in battle and has learned much in his travels. Even the ability to heal others. Taro only trusts those of his own race and is wary of all other races. He only slightly respects night elves because what he has been told as a child and learning of how they broke away from using arcane magic. Dwarves intrigue Taro but he has not had time enough to engage socially with them. They love drink as much as Pandarens and Taro wishes to learn of the dwarves ale brewing abilities.
History: Taro Isamu grew up in the small Pandaren Empire located around the Stonetalon mountains. He learned as a child what had befallen his race’s previous empire and wished at that point to become a strong warrior. Over the years as he was being taught the ways of the Wardancer by his father war was being fought all around him. On the day of his 25th birthday Taro set out into the world to help others who were in dire circumstances, seeing as his home was indeed safe without him. Through his travels Taro learned much and from the tutelage of a beautiful Night Elf priestess he learned the art of divine healing. Taro Isamu became a mercenary but only for that of the Alliance. He felt that the ways of the Horde, though sometimes honorable, were to drastic for him. Taro fought in many battles and became wise, strong and knowledgeable about the world around him in a very short time. He knows his people are well and Taro will keep helping other’s in need(though he hates to charge them but a Pandaren has to eat too). Taro will go home one day but right now he is happy where he is. Traveling the world.
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Now I know this is a long description but it is because this particular character I was using in another Rp but again I couldn't write in because of time issues and homework and things. But now I would like to see how he works out in this Rp. So if you like him then I'll be happy to join you all.

[Doublehex]

Excellent! Now that we have enough people, I'll join!

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.

Oh, and Flamestrike, if you could begin the thread?

[Dragonflame]

Excellent! Now that we have enough people, I'll join!

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.

Oh, and Flamestrike, if you could begin the thread?

Is it to late to join?

Becuase if it isn't i got a character

Name: Grosh

Race: Half ogre

Class: Beastmaster

Apperance: Burly with a scar across his cheek, Uses double axes ,stands 6ft 5in., and wears gray wolf hide

Story: he was born after the seconed war but soon his father disliked him because of his orc side. His mother knowing he was going to be killed left him in the forest were at a young age he learned the ways of the beastmaster. Instead of going to the horde he went to the alliance for he knew his father was still after him.

[Doublehex]

Post a better background story and I'll concider it.

[Blackmoore]

Hiya Doublehex, glad to see you still care about this never ending story. I'll talk to Galbryn (I got his email) and M@d_3d.

I wanna try this. If not, I'll just go with ol Johan.

Name: "Move yer arse" Blackthorn and Ironfist
Class: Dwarfven Mortar Team
Race: Dwarf
Appearance: The duo have left nothing but a mark. Blackthorn is the taller and older. His white beard is nicely trimmed, unlike Ironfist. He carries the shells, but not only that, he carries a mini-gun like two person gun, but extremly inaccurate and slow to reload. (You can minus that if it's too powerful) Ironfist is the younger and has a thick red beard, never cut. He carries the cannon, but also a giant keg of ale.

History: Met during the second war, they were paired together to destory the ranks and buildings of the ravage orcs. Long lost that feeling is, they travel far and wide helping those in need. They have a strong bond with nature, but no nothing of magic. Although they have normal histories, they are anything but normal. Rowdy and happy, they are never boring.

OR IF THE FIRST FAILS

General Johan Christian Blackmoore
Race: Human
Class: Mainly Warrior, but takes many skills in other classes eg. Basic Healing
Appearance n History: Johan Christian Blackmoore is 62, living through what seemed to be an eternity. Serving the Alliance for ages, he gained through the ranks like none before. Born during the second war, he was left with his two brothers. His parents, Tannaris Blackmoore, a general was KIA. His mother, Victoria Blackmoore was a healer and was also KIA. When Blackmoore turned 9, Aedalas, the eldest of the brothers, left to the army. Word has it, he is dead among the many with the Horde Leader Thrall. His brother, Yutilo is on his own adventure, once and still a gladiator. At age 13, Johan got his first job at the local bar, The Shining Sickle. After 4 years, Johan grew fond of the heoric stories told by the many warriors and footman that stopped for a night. At age 17, Johan joined the army and quickly grew through the ranks. After a long adventure, losing and meeting many, Johan earned a honourary badge and gained his General Title after saving many. He carries two huge swords, strapped to his back, but also carries a rifle and many knifes strapped to his belt and legs. His huge build at 6,8 and a bronze armor with much better days. It has a gold trim which makes him look like a king. His long beard and long shaggy white hair allows many to mistake him as a Paladin.

:D

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow
History: The youngest and last son of the late Elven King of Quel'Thalas, Terald came about when the Elf King fell in love with a mortal woman called Feralt. But as he was an Elf, and she was a Human, they could not marry. Sadly, Feralt died giving birth to Terald. So the Elven King took Terald back to be raised in Quel'Thalas, and taught the Human/Elf in the ways of the warrior. For a short time, Terald was one of the most gifted soldiers the Elves had. But then Arthas and the Undead Scourge destroyed Quel'Thalas in battle, and killed the Elven King. Terald was forced to flee to Human Stormwind. Now, he wanders the world, seeking his destiny.

The white clouds slowly floated along the blue sky, timelessly travelling nowhere. Terald had always been fascinated with clouds. He had stared at them since he was a boy. He was reminded of Quel'Thalas. Of the grace and wonder of the Sunwell and the majesty and awe of the city of Silvermoon. Oh, he had loved that place. Then nastier memories began to rise. He saw a horde of green and black monsters ripping through an Elven village, burning and slaying the fleeing Elves and their homes. Terald saw a scourge of purple and black walking corpses smothering Slivermoon, consuming the bodies of those that they slew. And then of a tall, pale man riding on a nightmare steed, holding a great runeblade.

The half-Elf shook his head. All his life, he had been tormented by horrible nightmares like this. Ever since Quel'Thalas had been ravaged by the forces of the Orcs, and then the Undead Scourge under that beast Arthas. Ever since his father was slain. He had to rid himself of all this horror. And so Terald got to his feet and hefted his pack, and began to head over the hills to Stormwind Keep. It was time to act. The half-Elf knew that the Horde, the Forsaken, and the Scourge had to be stopped somehow. The Alliance had to be restored to it's former glory. But first, Terald needed warriors to help him. Stormwind Keep was sure to hold some soldiers. As the castle's walls appeared on the horizon, Terald's keen Elven eyesight saw a dark figure in the distance holding a blade. He looked like a Human, but something was different. The half-Elf hurried towards him, and cried:

"Hey, hey you! Who are you?"

The figure turned, and Terald realised that he was an Undead.

[DarkRage]

Hey guys im kinda new to this forum but i'll give it a try....

Name : Melkor Firescythe

Race/class : Human Mage

Persona : black hair, 1,8 meter tall, nice of nature...

Equipment : A two-handed staff with a fine crystal on top, and a red robe with a flame on the behind..

History : Melkor was raised by his human parents. His father worked at the local magistry and his mother were working at the local inn....

One night at the age of 12, when melkor were put to sleep he whoke up.....
the first thing he heard was his mother screaming. then he heard his father
say some magical words and a bright light began to glew from the room they were in.....then it stopped and melkor heard someone hit the flor.....
he's mother began to scream even louder and as he begun to sneak into the living room he got smashed down by a buckler.......
the next morning when he whoke he saw some green eyes.
this were the cleric of the city, he said to Melkor are u okay son?
and then he didn't smile anymore..."your parents are dead Melkor" he said
and melkor began to cry, 6 years later at he's new master magician..."you are finally fully trained in the arcane arts my young apprentice. you may go...... The first step out on his own....

Hope u liked it cuz im not that good at story telling ;)

plz let me know if im in. :worship:

[M@D_3D]

~OFF TOPIC~

I must agree with Doublehex - the Alliance RPGs have been the damn best rpgs I've ever seen. It has been an amazing experience for me, although I'm not sure if I'm ready for another one. The reason - a good RPG is an enormous time commitment, especially so for the leaders of the game. Galbryn and myself have spent an unbelievably large amount of time for character management, plot development, and other time-consuming matters. That, combined with an amazing writing job done by ALL members of the RPG made the game so great and fun to play. I don't think I have enough time to make an equally great commitment to this RPG as well, so I'll most likely not join. But, you never know. :thumbsup:

I got a few pointers for u guys though. The main one: an RPG is nothing without a storyline. It may be exciting to work up the plot as the game progresses, but it will be never-ending and won't have a goal. Think of the RPG as a movie. A movie without a plot is all kinds of dull and boring, unless it's directed by Quentin Tarantino who can conjure masterpieces out of thin air. :lol: Imagine Peter Jackson if he didn't have Tolkien's story to film Lord of the rings. Instead he would have the main characters: Aragorn, Frodo, and Gandalf. He'd go: "Hmm, well, let's make Gandalf coming to Frodo's village and let's make Aragorn spy on them from a distant tree. Ok, let's go film it and then decide what to do next!" I imagine a movie like that getting 11 Oscars... :winner: Using the first two parts of the Alliance RPG series as an example: I had the entire storyline planned out the moment I entered the RPG - from my character messing with Galbryn's allegiances on Kalimdor to the mortal combat with Sylvanas in the undercity. It was more of a rough outline at first, but it grew in complexity and depth as we progressed through the story. My ultimate advice to the leader or whoever thinks they can pull the game behind them: create a storyline. Create twists. Plan out the game before spending countless hours writing. This will make the RPG much more fun to play and much more rewarding for everyone - including yourself. It is a great commitment, but it is so worth it - believe me, I know.

Second: create a log of the RPG. This is another management issue for the leader or whoever wants this 'secretary' job assigned to him/her. The fact is, you never know when you come up with a masterpiece. If I knew that the Alliance RPG would be such a success, I would record every single word of it from beginning to end. Luckily I had been saving every single post of mine in a Word document so I still have something left after that horrible forum crash that wiped out both chapters. :hanky: Please guys, learn from our mistakes. You can never trust the forums - or internet for that matter - with information this significant. Sad but true.

Third: Take your time and re-read your posts, correct mistakes - at least use a spell-check tool (e.g. Word spell-check). It can be a time-consuming task, but it is the details like this that can either make an RPG great or cause it's downfall. It can be extremely hard to try to get through ineligible posts and it takes the entire fun out of the game. This goes for accents and dialects in-game as well. If overused, it becomes a burden to read posts like this.

That's all I can think of right now. I hope these little pointers will help make this RPG another masterpiece. Maybe if Galbryn agrees to take part in this RPG, then I'll join in as well... Anyway, good luck guys!!!

EDIT:
If you guys want a taste of what the Alliance series were like, e-mail me and I'll send you the document with the posts I made throughout the RPG. This goes for old members as well. Rock on!

[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.


"Hey, hey you! Who are you?" I turned my head to the elf. I then saw the look on his face-the look of utter horror in his eyes. Like all the others.

"You're-you're undead!" I saw him draw his blades, hoping to strike me down.
"I'll make you pay, for what you did-to me, father, my people!"
I sighed. "I have no time for this good elf."

The elf leaped at me, hoping to kill me. But I came to far to let that happen. I side-stepped out of the way,and kicked him in the face. While he was covering his bruised face with his hands, I leaped onto him and drew my blade very close to his thin neck.

"Kill me monster. You have no heart. Kill me now."

"No." I dew back my blade, and continued into the ruins of Quel'Thalas. I was fortunate that Arthas' forces had already left.

It was here.

[Blackmoore]

OFF TOPIC:
I talked to Galbryn and it seems he's all 'DAoC" uped. He'll hop over here some time.

ON TOPIC:
SCREW THE MORTAR TEAM!! SCREW IT!! So...Because I think you accept due to past references. Also, I will archive this, but I'd prefer if someone also did aswell.
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Lt. General Johan Christian Blackmoore
Race: Human
Class: Mainly Warrior, but takes many skills in other classes eg. Basic Healing
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I sniffed the air. It was a clear day, a nice one at that. The clouds floated across the sky, caressing the smaller ones in their path. The breeze was gentle, fluttering the dead leaves upon the ground. A clear day. Yet, the fire in many will never be quenched. Two faint figures upon the sun, lay small shadows, moving quickly across the long grass.

"Halt!" I shouted to my legion. I was the Lt.General of the 51 to 56 Defense Commandant of the Alliance. Not a bad job. "Head back to barracks. You have the rest of the day."

My legion wasn't too shabby. Although they weren't the best of men, except the 51 of which I trained myself, they did the job. All footmen except two peasants which rode the pack mules.

Deciding to see what was happening, I ran over to the quick encounter. There was an elf and..could it be? It was an undead. But...I stopped asking questions. Obviously the undead had a goal. Why would he be so far from home? Why wouldn't he kill? I ran over to the elf.

"Undead....get...him." The Elf gasped. My mistake. As I towered over him as he sat, I figured he was a Half Human - Half Elf.

Without anymore questions, I decided to go after the undead. I ran quickly, my armor clanking. I wouldn't have caught up if the Halfling didn't shoot his arrow. The Undead crumpled to a stop, clutching his leg.

"Undead! State your business."

"Pagh! You have no reason to know. For all I know, you might as well be hostile. In other words, lay down your weapons, cause it's a long story."

"I've got time. Tell it to me." as I tossed my weapons aside. The Halfling came aside.

"What are you waiting for? Kill him!"

"Easy, let's hear his story. I have feeling he's here under his own will."

We all sat down around a quick fire, listening to the story of a Forsaken.

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

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

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

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

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


What did I do to get myself into this mess? Okay, maybe it started with me attacking that elf, but that's not the point!

*sigh* "I am just here for one reason, and one reason only: to find something. I won't get into more detail because, well, I don't feel comftarble about talking about my past. About mystelf period. Now, I'm outta here, wherether you like it or not."

I got up and ran as fast as I could across the camp.

"Hey come back here!"

"Let him go elf. No need to spill un-needed blood."

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow
History: The youngest and last son of the late Elven King of Quel'Thalas, Terald came about when the Elf King fell in love with a mortal woman called Feralt. But as he was an Elf, and she was a Human, they could not marry. Sadly, Feralt died giving birth to Terald. So the Elven King took Terald back to be raised in Quel'Thalas, and taught the Human/Elf in the ways of the warrior. For a short time, Terald was one of the most gifted soldiers the Elves had, and became apprentice to Sylvanas Windrunner. But then Arthas and the Undead Scourge destroyed Quel'Thalas in battle, and killed the Elven King, despite Terald's and the other Elves best efforts to stop the Undead. Terald went into a rage as Arthas killed his father, and dueled him, but Arthas badly wounded him and left the half-Elf for dead. However, Terald was found by a group of resistant fighters led by Finnall Goldensword and healed by them. the half-Elf thanked them and Terald then left for Human Stormwind. Now, he wanders the world, seeking his destiny.


I couldn't believe what had just happened. That Undead warrior had just taken me down in three quick moves. I had slain the greatest of Crypt Fiends and the biggest Abominations in the battles at Quel'Thalas and Dalaran, and here was someone who could defeat me by hitting me in the face. I had even fought Arthas himself, and he took longer to stop my attack than that. This man must really be something.

To my surprise, I saw a Human in armour coming up to me, and I gasped out: "Undead...get...him."

The Human didn't waste time. He tried to follow the Undead warrior, but he was too far behind to catch up. I had recovered enough to raise my Elven bow and send a white-fletched arrow whistling into the Undead man's leg, causing him to stop, and he winced in pain as he pulled the blood-tipped arrow from his body. I smirked at the fact that I had interrupted his little stroll. The Human soldier reached him. They conversed for a few seconds, and I managed to get onto my feet and reach them. As I came up, I took out some ointment and rubbed it against my injured face, and soon felt the wound vanish away. I had been given that ointment from a Priest in Quel'Thalas called Tarethad. He had been killed...by the Undead. I tried to shake all that off.

As I approached, I saw the Human put down his weapons in front of the Undead man. What in the Light's name was he doing? This...monster needed killing, not talking to!

"What are you waiting for? Kill him!" I cried angrily.

"Easy, let's hear his story. I have feeling he's here under his own will." the Human man responded. I was incredulous, but decided not to make yet another enemy, and laid down my sword and bow on the grass. Then, to my horror, the Undead warrior spoke.

"I am just here for one reason, and one reason only: to find something. I won't get into more detail because, well, I don't feel comftarble about talking about my past. About myself period. Now, I'm outta here, whether you like it or not."

The man turned, and strode off.

"Hey, come back here!" I roared.

"Let him go elf. No need to spill un-needed blood." the Human said.

I turned irratiably to him.

"Sorry Human, but no-one turns their back on me like that and lives." I said in a steely voice.

With that, I picked up my bow and notched an arrow in a second and aimed it at the Undead man's head.

"Stop right there, Undead! You WILL tell me what you're doing here right now, or I'll slay you faster than you can blink."

[Blackmoore]

Lt. General Johan Christian Blackmoore
Race: Human
Class: Mainly Warrior, but takes many skills in other classes eg. Basic Healing
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"Stop right there, Undead! You WILL tell me what you're doing here right now, or I'll slay you faster than you can blink."

"Undead, I too would like to know more on why your venture into our land. Speak!"

"I have told you enough! You will let me pass or there shall be consequences!"

"Then let there be consequences."

I unsheathed a giant broad sword and braced for a waiting attack.

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

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

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

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

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


Damn. They whant an attack-and tehy waste my time. I won't kill them-I swear it. I took out a vial, and smashed into the ground. Dust clouds emerged from it-when it dispersed, I was gone, or so they thought.

"Where he go?"

It was an invisibility cloud. I sneaked my way past teh encampment, towards my destination.

[Gastone]

*off topic* Umm,i didnt post anything because i thought this thread was dead.Anyway,since there are some characters from the old alliance rpg,perhaps i can play with my old character,Gillion Ironfist,what do you think?I ll post tomorrow,because its late now and i am sleepy. :uhhuh:

[Doublehex]

No problem man, come right in!

[Lord Chad]

Warlock Xanthos

I had finally made it to the battlefield and I saw an undead warrior walking away so I summoned my voidwalker and attacked him.I screamed out "You will die you undead piece of ****!"But as soon as my voidwalker attcked he went right past him and knocked me down in 1 hit!I was defeated so I used my invisibilty potion to get away.I then used my cat's eye potion to see if anyone else was invisbile and I saw an elf and asked "what is going on!"

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow
History: The youngest and last son of the late Elven King of Quel'Thalas, Terald came about when the Elf King fell in love with a mortal woman called Feralt. But as he was an Elf, and she was a Human, they could not marry. Sadly, Feralt died giving birth to Terald. So the Elven King took Terald back to be raised in Quel'Thalas, and taught the Human/Elf in the ways of the warrior. For a short time, Terald was one of the most gifted soldiers the Elves had, and became apprentice to Sylvanas Windrunner. But then Arthas and the Undead Scourge destroyed Quel'Thalas in battle, and killed the Elven King, despite Terald's and the other Elves best efforts to stop the Undead. Terald went into a rage as Arthas killed his father, and dueled him, but Arthas badly wounded him and left the half-Elf for dead. However, Terald was found by a group of resistant fighters led by Finnall Goldensword and healed by them. The half-Elf thanked them and Terald then left for Human Stormwind. Now, he wanders the world, seeking his destiny.

As I held my bow and arrow tense, I watched calmly as the Undead threw a vial of liquid on the ground. An invisibility cloud consumed him.

"Where did he go?" the Human warrior next to me said. I chuckled as I answered.

"Don't worry, my friend. I can kill him for us right now. He can't hide from my arrows, at least." I grinned.

"How?" he asked.

"Well, Human, my bow is Elven, so it has a magic power. If I have my arrow focused on a target for more than 3 seconds, then the arrow, when loosed, will fly straight to it's target, no matter where they try to run. I've had the arrow aimed on him for more than 3 seconds. Oh yeah, and before you ask, the Undead are no exception."

"Like...like a homing arrow?" the soldier asked slowly.

"Yeah, that'd be a good way to put it." I replied.

With that, I said a small prayer, and let out the arrow. It instantly flew from the string and charged into the smoke. A second later, I heard a grunt of pain from within the smoke cloud.

[Blackmoore]

First things first. Remember to check your spelling, as well grammar. Doublehex, I hate to be picky, but what's with the hyphens or dashes or whatever? Simple conjunctions or punctuations would work in place. Just try to keep the errors out.

In other news, this is coming along quite well. I noticed there are alot of people signed up, but only 5 (including Gastone, as he said) posting. I know the Wanderer is away, but that's it.
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Lt. General Johan Christian Blackmoore
Race: Human
Class: Mainly Warrior, but takes many skills in other classes eg. Basic Healing
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"Yeah, that'd be a good way to put it."

I stood there, my sword resting on my neck, arms hanging on the ends. I grunted. Magic was as blunt as a club to me. The only thing I knew about magic was healing and the ability to call a messenger hawk. Those both taught in a tavern. Huh.

The elf said his prayers and shot the arrow.

"Not bad." I muttered.

The arrow curved into the smoke and directly hit the target. Thinking quickly, I took my water canteen and splashed the smoke cloud. At least now I didn't have to rely on some fancy schmany' magic.

With a flick of my wrist, the sword returned to my hand. I turned towards the elf and raised an eyebrow. That was all it took. The superb ranger took another shot into the watery mess. Again, the undead grunted. Watching this was fairly amusing, or at least to me. With my sword in hand, I trotted over and planted my sword deep into the ground, where he foot should be. Once more, the undead grunted.

"I said it once and I'll say it again. Let there be consequences."

[Lord Chad]

Xanthos Warlock

Seeing that the undead was about to attack his allies he used his hell fire spell to keep him away from them.The undead in anger charged at him but xanthos summoned a voidwalker to guard him but the undead warrior tore right through the voidwalker and was about to kill xanthos.He knocked xanthos down and xanthos yelled for help.

[Blackmoore]

OOC: Lord Chad, I'm kinda confused. Could you make a permanent decision on whether to write first or third person? (I'd prefer first, so you'd stay with the trend.

[Gastone]

Name:Constantine de Valette
Age:40
Class:Paladin
Equipment:Enchanted Full plate,Holy warhammer of faith,Holy spellbook
Description:Average height,gray hair and beard,black eyes,goodnatured and benevolent.
History:Constantine was born and raised in Stormwind,thus living the first great wars with the Horde,which makes him preoccupied when it comes with Orcs.He fought at Lordaeron under the command of Uther,and after Arthas treachery and Uther's death he left with Jaina to Kalimdor,where he fought under the shadow of the Tree of Eternity.Now he returnes to Azeroth to help defend once more his homeworld.
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The wind was blowing calmly in my face,cooling me and bringing my mind to a temporary tranquility.However,my mind could not ease.A messanger bearing terrible news from Kalimdor had just arrived in New Stormwind.It appears that the fears for another encounter with the orcs were coming to reality.Admiral Proudmoore's forces clashed with Thrall's in Ogrimmar and were defeated.The Admiral himself was killed in the isle of Theramore,while the orcish juggernaughts and destroyers send the Kul Tirian Navy to the bottom of the sea.The orcs now have the chance of invading Azeroth,and i am afraid that the wreched greenskins wont let this opportunity pass by.

And to make things worse,the undead are pushing forward in Khaz Modan,their numbers growing every day while ours weaken,and for every man that falls,a moment later a skeleton pops up to take his place,but this time against us.Thankfully,the dwarves and the alliance troops there can still withstand the pressure with relative ease,for the mountains and the rocky terrain favour those who are outnumbered,and the dwarves fight in their homeland.And everyone knows what this means.

I was still thinking our current status,when a scream suddenly forced me to stop.In front of me,in about 500 meters two men were standing.One of them,a tall brass man wearing a full plate and wielding a longsword in his right arm srabbed his sword in the ground,in a strange concentration of water,that apparently wasnt natural,while his companion was preparing to shoot an arrow with his longbow.To my surprise,a scream was heard from that water maze,and at the same time,as i started to run towards them,a cloacked figure appeared and summoned a beast i have never seen before,something that looked as if it was made by the air and the light.Suddenly,another person jumped out of the maze,slaying the beast with a single hit and knocked down its conjurer who yelled for help.The warrior raised his sword and was about to slash the mage when i called a protective spell which surrounded the wizzard with a supernatural glow of light,protecting him from the attacker.My surprise grew even bigger,when the fighter left a scream and fell to the ground when i casted the spell.Having reached the men,the only thing i said was:"Can someone explain to me what in the name of Uther happens here?"

[Blackmoore]

Lt. General Johan Christian Blackmoore
Race: Human
Class: Mainly Warrior, but takes many skills in other classes eg. Basic Healing
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"Can someone explain to me what in the name of Uther happens here?"

Cracking my neck, I turned slowly around, pivoting on my sword as if it were a cane. What I then saw made me stumble. This man. He seems so...familiar. Then my mind clicked.

"In the Name of Uther, I sure as hell don't know, Valette." I said jovially while cracking a smile. "It's been a long time."

"Heh, Blackmoore, the sky must be falling on our heads." remarked Valette, shooting a hearty laugh as loud as mine.

The others just stared. Even the undead.

"Friends..." I paused. "And enemies, I'd like to introduce you to an old comrade. Meet Constantine de Valette, one of the best paladins you will ever meet."

Obviously, no one cared. Especially, the undead. That irritated look on his now visible face really supported that fact.

"...(Here some one can choose my dialogue for the next scene. Gastone, if you don't like what happened in this scene, I can rewrite.)

[Gastone]

*off topic*


No problem from me Blackmoore.I always like to meet....old friends :P

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow
History: The youngest and last son of the late Elven King of Quel'Thalas, Terald came about when the Elf King fell in love with a mortal woman called Feralt. But as he was an Elf, and she was a Human, they could not marry. Sadly, Feralt died giving birth to Terald. So the Elven King took Terald back to be raised in Quel'Thalas, and taught the Human/Elf in the ways of the warrior. For a short time, Terald was one of the most gifted soldiers the Elves had, and became apprentice to Sylvanas Windrunner. But then Arthas and the Undead Scourge destroyed Quel'Thalas in battle, and killed the Elven King, despite Terald's and the other Elves best efforts to stop the Undead. Terald went into a rage as Arthas killed his father, and dueled him, but Arthas badly wounded him and left the half-Elf for dead. However, Terald was found by a group of resistant fighters led by Finnall Goldensword and healed by them. The half-Elf thanked them and Terald then left for Human Stormwind. Now, he wanders the world, seeking his destiny.

"Friends and enemies, I'd like to introduce you to an old comrade. Meet Constantine de Valette, one of the best paladins you will ever meet." the Human said with a grin.

I tried hard not to snap with anger. Here we had a powerful Undead to slay, and all he can do is tell me about his friends?

"Let's save the family reunions for later. Now let's kill the Undead first!" I cried as I drew my sword and advanced towards the Death Knight on the floor.

[Lord Chad]

OOC: Lord Chad, I'm kinda confused. Could you make a permanent decision on whether to write first or third person? (I'd prefer first, so you'd stay with the trend.


I think I just might leave I am too confused with the story.

[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.

I watched as the elf attempted to stick his blade into my gut. I had only moments to spare. I muttered a quick prayer, and the familiar pain in my chest appeared. A holy shield surronded.

When the blade made contact with the shield, the blade went flying, right into an oak, inches above a sleping footman's head.

"The hell! He just won't die!"

"Calm yourself elf" said the man in armor. "This forsaken is more than meets the eye."

"I agree Johan. I am also quite complexed as to why a forsaken can summon a divine shield."

I sighed. "I guess the only way I acn get out of this mess is if I tell you a little story." I slowly rose. "In life, I was Malphrin Malastraun, a paladin squire. I was killed in the battle Uther Lightbringer died in-"

"But there were no survivors!" cried the paladin.

"I wasn't survivor. I rose dead, yes, but not under the Lich King's control. That was a year ago. Ever since I have been searching for a way to return to life again. Three months ago, while in the mountains of Khas'Modan, I was holed up in a mountain cave. While searching for a way out, I found a holu chamber."

"Created by the light?" asked the paladin.

"No-something else, but it wasn't evil." I pasued for a quick moment, and continued. "In the center of the room was a runestone. But it wasn't written in dwarf-it was written in an acient elvish. When I tried to read it, the letters translated into man."

"What did the runestone say?" asked Johan.

"Probably some curse" said the elf.

"No-directions. Directions to another runestone-that would lead me to another-and another-and another-and so on and so forth until it would of lead me to a crystal, called the Kajjdorr."

"The Kajjdorr?" said the paladin, in a confused voice.

"I have a feeling, that the Kajjdorr could revive me-restore me my life."

"How do you know the next runestone is nearby?"

"With this." I held out a small crystal-light blue.

"The closer I get, the more it brightens, until it reveals a rune on the ground. I place the crystal in the middle of the rune, and I get transported to the chamber of the next runestone."

"Interesting", the paladin and Johan both said at the same time.

[KalziEast]

Name: Lord Sage
Age: 22
Skills: Can jump very high even with his full armor on because he is part elf.
Fast attack rate. Fought many Orcs already at only the age of 22. Light healing. Can throw his hammer and stun the other as it bounces back he runs towards them and catches it and keeps attacking. Has only lost 1 battle out of 12. ( To a Warrior Orc ) Has learned how to use firebolt and Paladin's Hammer Slash ( Underhand slam to the bottom of the chin and uses up some magic )
Race: Human part High Elf
Height: 5 foot 9 inches
Weight: 187 pounds
Weapon: Large Paladin Hammer with the engravings in Elven tongue " As light as the gloves you wear "
Shield: Made of some of the strongest linked steel
Body Armor: All full steel body armor and under it is my mythril jacket that is also in Elven tongue saying " Though you have the strongest arrow shot at you, this will never break "

Lord Sage is a fast swinging fighter from the weight of his Hammer and he hardly ever controls his anger... He will stop at nothing to destroy the enemy even if it means chasing them down... Even if it is against the rules to act like that as a Paladin... He can't resist fighting and will stop at nothing to use his magic to beat them... He can be a nice guy but that's only around his fellow humans...

Has never seen any Undead units before. He has only been in 1 large battle and that was with his 3 friends and an entire army of footmen attacking the Fort of No'Kalrosh ( An Orc Fort ) with at least 60 grunts and 20 headhunters with 1 large hero he had never seen before but he has stolen it's gold and has ever since that day had bad luck with money and fighting.

[Gastone]

Name: Lord Sage
Age: 22
Skills: Can jump very high even with his full armor on because he is part elf.
Fast attack rate. Fought many Orcs already at only the age of 22. Light healing. Can throw his hammer and stun the other as it bounces back he runs towards them and catches it and keeps attacking. Has only lost 1 battle out of 12. ( To a Warrior Orc ) Has learned how to use firebolt and Paladin's Hammer Slash ( Underhand slam to the bottom of the chin and uses up some magic )
Race: Human part High Elf
Height: 5 foot 9 inches
Weight: 187 pounds
Weapon: Large Paladin Hammer with the engravings in Elven tongue " As light as the gloves you wear "
Shield: Made of some of the strongest linked steel
Body Armor: All full steel body armor and under it is my mythril jacket that is also in Elven tongue saying " Though you have the strongest arrow shot at you, this will never break "

Lord Sage is a fast swinging fighter from the weight of his Hammer and he hardly ever controls his anger... He will stop at nothing to destroy the enemy even if it means chasing them down... Even if it is against the rules to act like that as a Paladin... He can't resist fighting and will stop at nothing to use his magic to beat them... He can be a nice guy but that's only around his fellow humans...

Has never seen any Undead units before. He has only been in 1 large battle and that was with his 3 friends and an entire army of footmen attacking the Fort of No'Kalrosh ( An Orc Fort ) with at least 60 grunts and 20 headhunters with 1 large hero he had never seen before but he has stolen it's gold and has ever since that day had bad luck with money and fighting.


I dont know why,but your character seems to be a bit imbalanced.Try to be something more realistic,not someone that can do everything,with the finest of armor and weapons

[Doublehex]

Yeah, you seem way too powerfull for my taste.

[TheCrawlingChaos]

Trick Ironblow
Goblin
Mad Scientist

Sorry for not joining yet, guys, I will definitly join you later, but not now..
I have little time, right now, to visit this forums but dont worry, Im coming in later.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

*OFF TOPIC*

Well....It's been awhile since the 1st Alliance Thread..i sucked then...i was a newbie at all this...and the 2nd one...well let's just say i sucked aswell...but now im better then ever...so i'd like to hop in...and i can't wait for the old Crew to get back together...especially if M@d and Galbryn come back....but im really gonna try and make this work this time....and i can easily say the the rp's last year was the best i've ever read or been a part off...You guy's should remember who i am by my characters name...

**On Topic:**
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Name: Spyck Daymen

Race: Human.

Class: Novice Of The Dark Arts.

Age: 28

Pet: Spyck has a Imp that he learned how to summon when he was young so over the years the Imp has become unaturally very strong and Spyck uses him alot he calls the Imp "Gimp"...Unless Spyck is in deep trouble or very angry he calls down a Infernal...to do his bidding...

Appearance: 6'ft 4 , Long Dark Brown Hair , Medium Build , Brown Eyes The Right Eye Is Slightly Darker, Not much of a people Person and Doesn't like anything that isn't Human...

Equipment: A Mac-10 with Plutonium Tipped Bullets, *Unlimited Clips* he wears Cloth Armor..it's a Robe with a Hood...he also has a Gimp Mask that he wears when he feels lonely....

History: In the country side of Stormwind, A Husband and Wife had a child they named him "Spyck" he was a Child like no other. He was dangerously gifted at a young age at magic. His parents saw potential within him, they didn't know what to do they were simple Farm Folk. They decided at the age of 10 to send Spyck to "The School Of Talent".

Spyck learned alot from the wizards that were there but his thirst of magic kept growing until about his mid teens he found a book that was titled as "The Dark Side" that sat on the table of Headmaster at the school, he was interested and borrow it and learned some dark spells from it and learned of the "Burning Legion" after he studied most of the book he graduated at the age of 23.

He then returned to his parents. When he arrived home he saw his parents, They were laying on the ground lifeless and looked decayed. So Spyck tried to wake them up they awoke but not as his parents but as the Undead they were clawing and hissing at him so Spyck knew what he had to do he used a Immolation spell that burned the corpses to dust.

He knew what kind of magic could of turned his Parents into these things. Only a dark force known as the Forsaken Used Magic like this, So Spyck went back to the School and Stole the Dark Arts book, He travelled dark and deep into the forest into a abandoned Cabin, He Studied and lived there for 5 years, He practically knew all of the books secrets now...he threw it away and burned it.

The book burned with black haze just as his heart has for the past 5 years, from that day on he made and oath to go on a mission to end all the torment & pain that the Forsaken have caused and most of all for revenge, he knew what had to be done, he must venture across the land and head to the Undercity....

Here's my character for now ill jump in when i know where u guys are exactly...and ill use a shortened history..so that it doesn't look way 2 big....-What was once Spike...

[Doublehex]

I suggest you use WORD from now on when you do on-topic posts because I had trouble reading the history of the character,

[Blackmoore]

K...revive this thread...
Lt. General Johan Christian Blackmoore
Race: Human
Class: Mainly Warrior, but takes many skills in other classes eg. Basic Healing
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"Interesting."

The elf looked tense. Hell, he never stop being tense around this undead. I looked up to the sky, the sun was setting and the moon started to rise.

"The sky is darkening, I think we should continue this converstation in the morning. Do all of you have a place to stay?"

They all nodded no.

"Okay, I'll make some room at the barracks. Undead, you might need a cloak to get past security."

"Done."

His unholy figure was concealed by a large cloak, hiding his features. We will meet in my office in the morning. I'll show you where it is.

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The rooster sang. Of course, I was awake before the wake up call. I had some paper work. The knock on the finally came. The undead was missing.

"What happened to the undead?!" I barked.

No answers.

"Slippery little bastard," I muttered.

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow
History: The youngest and last son of the late Elven King of Quel'Thalas, Terald came about when the Elf King fell in love with a mortal woman called Feralt. But as he was an Elf, and she was a Human, they could not marry. Sadly, Feralt died giving birth to Terald. So the Elven King took Terald back to be raised in Quel'Thalas, and taught the Human/Elf in the ways of the warrior. For a short time, Terald was one of the most gifted soldiers the Elves had, and became apprentice to Sylvanas Windrunner. But then Arthas and the Undead Scourge destroyed Quel'Thalas in battle, and killed the Elven King, despite Terald's and the other Elves best efforts to stop the Undead. Terald went into a rage as Arthas killed his father, and dueled him, but Arthas badly wounded him and left the half-Elf for dead. However, Terald was found by a group of resistant fighters led by Finnall Goldensword and healed by them. The half-Elf thanked them and Terald then left for Human Stormwind. Now, he wanders the world, seeking his destiny.

In the early hours of the morning, I was sleeping outside of the barracks that the Human General had given us, and I had been star-gazing all night until I fell asleep. Now though, my Elf-senses awoke me. I raised my head in confusion, and saw that the Undead-that evil bastard-was striding away from the barracks, into the nearby forest. He was escaping. I silently gathered my bow and arrows and blade, and set off after him across the field and into the forest, being careful not to make any noises. I hated to leave my friends without saying anything, but I couldn't let this beast escape unnoticed.

It seemed that the Undead warrior was heading somewhere, so I clambered up a tree to get a better view. I silently sprang from tree to tree, feeling like a silly monkey, surveying his travels. I didn't know where on Azeroth he was going, but I decided not to let him escape.

I hooked my feet onto a tree branch, and prepared my trap. Just as the Undead walked under my tree, I jumped down on the grass in front of him, and simply utterrred:

"Surprise."

"You!" he barked, as he drew his glowing runesword. But I wasn't going to let him get me down again. I murmured a spell, and a large cage of ice formed from the ground around the Undead, trapping him in it's cold grip.

"Let...me...out!" he gasped.

I smirked with triumph as I waved my arm and summoned a messenger owl. I scrawled a message on a piece of paper and sent the owl off to the barracks with it. It read:

'General Blackmoore, I've found the Undead and imprisoned him. I wish for you to come and do the honours, since without you, I'd never have captured the devil. From Terald Sunstrider of Quel'Thalas.'

I sat down on a stone and waited for the Humans to come.

[warloser]

I am new to forums so I hope im doing this right.
Here is my character
Name: John Spellmaster
Race: human
Class: mage
Apperance: has brown hair and green eyes, 5 and a half foot tall and and quite weak as are most mages.
equipment: a loose robe made of some blue material, and a very odd elven staff made entirely of runed mithal with a light blue emerald on the top. It is enchanted to be very light and give the user the ability to easily control lightning.
History: At a young age, he went to dalaran to study magic under a powerful elven mage. On the day of the attack by arthas on dalaran, he and his master were studying near the western edge of dalaran until a stray group of three abominations broke into the building they were in and before his master could do anything a huge axe smashed him. Seeing his beloved master fall, he took up his elven mithal staff and shot an enormous bolt of lightning killing all of the abominations. seeing his master was dead he grabbed all of his masters spell books, a small amount of food, a bag of gold and the elven staff and fled the city intent on making to azeroth and helping the army. He came to blackmore and has stayed and helped the Lt.General as much as possible. He is currently 22 years old

I smirked with triumph as I waved my arm and summoned a messenger owl. I scrawled a message on a piece of paper and sent the owl off to the barracks with it. It read:

'General Blackmoore, I've found the Undead and imprisoned him. I wish for you to come and do the honors, since without you, I'd never have captured the devil. From Terald Sunstrider of Quel'Thalas.'

I sat down on a stone and waited for the Humans to come.

Five minutes later terald saw a human mage run up and stopping leaning heavily on his staff. terald thought that he should let the mage catch his breath before he asked about his message. After a few minutes the mage said I am John Spellmaster and I have orders from Lt.General Blackmoore that I should teleport all of us directly to his office. the elf looked surprised that this mage had a powerful elven staff and he could teleport them all into Blackmoore's office.snaping out of his stupor of curiosity demanding why Blackmoore hadn’t come. Because said the mage it would look suspicious if he went out alone and came back with a prisoner that he immediately took into his office. John seeing the elve’s or half elve’s face and guessing his next question, I on the other hand am only a mercenary that works for Blackmoore personally and a can come and go when ever I please. Now can you come closer it is hard enough to teleport us all with out making a sound. John then chanted to spell to teleport them into his office where Blackmoore was waiting.

[Gastone]

Name:Constantine de Valette
Age:40
Class:Paladin
Equipment:Enchanted Full plate,Holy warhammer of faith,Holy spellbook
Description:Average height,gray hair and beard,black eyes,goodnatured and benevolent.
History:Constantine was born and raised in Stormwind,thus living the first great wars with the Horde,which makes him preoccupied when it comes with Orcs.He fought at Lordaeron under the command of Uther,and after Arthas treachery and Uther's death he left with Jaina to Kalimdor,where he fought under the shadow of the Tree of Eternity.Now he returnes to Azeroth to help defend once more his homeworld.
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Sleep came welcome at Blackmoore's barracks after such a challenging day.The news from Kalimdor and the undead,that odd undead who claimed to be a paladin and to have knowledge of some short of crystal capable of restoring an undead creature back to its former form were much to consider and swallow.
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"Sir".I slowly opened my eyes,feeling dizzy and sleepy.A young boy was standing in front of me,possibly a servant judging from his clothes."General Blackmoore asks you to come to his office when you are ready sir."

I slowly rose from my bed,yawning and smiling at the boy,who was looking at the floor ever since he entered the tent."Thank you lad,i ll be there in a moment.".The kid bowed and left.

A few moments later i was entering Johan's office,only to find an irritated Blackmoore going up and down,muttering curses and threats.

"Had a bad night Johan?" i said smiling from the door "or another idiot politician from Stormwind?"

"Nah,nothing of these;its that damn undead;i was informed a while ago that he is missing.Damn slippery maggot.If only i find him again......" he said,knocking his desk with his hand."i have just send one of my wizzards to find him,along with the usual patrols;we will soon have word from them."

"Very well then Johan,we will simply have to wait and see' i replied.

[Blackmoore]

Hi, and welcome to the forums. You have the idea, but it seems you need to do a bit more than copy and paste. Try to write in First Person (as in looking out of your eyes. Eg: John then chanted would become I then chanted. You get the idea) and watch the grammar, a simple spell check would do all of us good.

[Mordrack]

Mordrack Manlove

Class: Godslayer

Age: Eternally 69

Race: Quarter Gnome/Quarter Dreadlord/half Titan

Weapons: (Tel`Saral, the Blade of Endless Nether), Fate's Demise, M4A1 w/ M203 attachment, and an AK-47.

Armor: My half Titan, and quarter Dreadlord skin, act as a most resilient armor. On that note, I fight naked.

Description: My bastard heritage, provides me a bastard appearence. I stand a stout 40 inches tall (Gnome heritage), with 80 inch feet (Titan Heritage) and my nose is a 20 inch horn (Dreadlord heritage). As for having a face, my Titan Heritage makes my face to pure to be viewed by mortal eyes, consequently, my face is just an oval with a horn nose.

Story: I do not know from where I came, or how I came to be. The only thing I am aware of is I am. I've watched countless generations of mortals, live, die, and be born again; never realizing, they, like me, are eternal.

Perhaps the most perplexing aspect of a mortal's existance, are the ones, for a fleeting instance realize they aren't mortal, and in that aspect, they become enlightened. Mortals flock to these immortals, attempt to imbibe their knowledge, and call them Gods.

These living Gods, then die, and become like me, not knowing from where they came, or how they came to be. Only knowing for certain, they are. They exist.

[Gastone]

Mordrack Manlove

Class: Godslayer

Age: Eternally 69

Race: Quarter Gnome/Quarter Dreadlord/half Titan

Weapons: (Tel`Saral, the Blade of Endless Nether), Fate's Demise, M4A1 w/ M203 attachment, and an AK-47.

Armor: My half Titan, and quarter Dreadlord skin, act as a most resilient armor. On that note, I fight naked.

Description: My bastard heritage, provides me a bastard appearence. I stand a stout 40 inches tall (Gnome heritage), with 80 inch feet (Titan Heritage)
and my nose is a 20 inch horn (Dreadlord heritage). As for having a face, my Titan Heritage makes my face to pure to be viewed by mortal eyes, consequently, my face is just an oval with a horn nose.

Story: I do not know from where I came, or how I came to be. The only thing I am aware of is I am. I've watched countless generations of mortals, live, die, and be born again; never realizing, they, like me, are eternal.

Perhaps the most perplexing aspect of a mortal's existance, are the ones, for a fleeting instance realize they aren't mortal, and in that aspect, they become enlightened. Mortals flock to these immortals, attempt to imbibe their knowledge, and call them Gods.

These living Gods, then die, and become like me, not knowing from where they came, or how they came to be. Only knowing for certain, they are. They exist.



Listen man,we try to be serious here.If it is to write bullsh*ts like these,better stfu and dont take part in this.

[Mordrack]

Listen man,we try to be serious here.If it is to write bullsh*ts like these,better stfu and dont take part in this.

Sir, this is in violation of no flaming thread rule. I'll get into the serious gnome-on-azeroth-aspect next week, since that's the time frame according to rules.

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Nightelf
Class: Swordsman
Age: Around 1500
Skills: Great Reflexes (dodges more than parrys) Tracking
Weakness: Not very well at looking before leaping, Impulsive
Equipment: Two scimatar blades with Demon Hunter carvings in both to aid in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir with druid carvings that gives the strenght of the Earth to it's weilder; standard lether armor.

History: Rolen fought along side his best friend, Zeir, against the Burning Legion's attack on the World Tree. Zeir used a longsword as his chosen weapon. When defending the front line, Rolen and Zeir were seperated by a mass of ghouls and nerubs. Rolen was saved by a water element that Jaina made but Zeir was seen cut down by an abomination, unknown by Rolen. After the battle, a group of nightelfs that included Rolen was sent to look for any undead that had survived. Rolen saw Zeir's corpse and the only way to honor his best friend's death was to take Zeir's blade and use it in battle.
Rolen now sails to Azeroth to aid the battle against the Forsaken.

"It seems this undead threat isn't all that great. Only small groups have been sited in Kalimdor."

"But the humans seem to have trouble with them on their own lands. Asking the Nightelves to scrath their back as they scrathed ours. The Orcs haven't asked for any help, all they wish to have is their own land."

"Why so bitter against these humans? One of their leaders did save your life during th..."

"I only owe dept to her. None of the other humans saved me did they? And I didn't see them save Zeir in his time of need. Anyways, these humans aren't even a part of her army. So the ones we are helping never did scratch our back."

"You may be true but these humans are still in need of aid. Shan'do Stormrage wanted not only you, but several Nightelves to help the humans."

"How long till we reach Azeroth?" I tried to change the topic of the coversation I was having with the captain of the ship I was sailing on.

"Close to 3 or 4 hours. We have no idea where on Azeroth we will land on, we just know that we are close."

"So for all you know, we could be heading straight for Undercity shores?"

"Sad to say, but yes."

"I'll be resting, call me when you see land." I went down into my cabin and began preparing my blades. I picked up Zeir and began to think.
You may once again see battle my friend. And once again fight along my side. But I will not have your stratigic mind to guide me, nor or wisdom, only your strength. It shall be more than enough to vaquish the evil.

Out of Character: Sorry I didn't post sooner, I thought that this thread had died.

[Blackmoore]

Lt. General Johan Christian Blackmoore
Race: Human
Class: Mainly Warrior, but takes many skills in other classes eg. Basic Healing
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The undead, the elf and my mage finally appeared in my office.

"Undead. You're making my rug wet. Get those ice blocks off your feet."

The elf snapped his fingers and the water dissappeared.

"Now, I know your story, but, I don't know yours elf. So tell me."

[Doublehex]

OFF TOPIC
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Sorry I didn't post guys-I kinda forgot about it. Won't happen again!

[Cenkrill]

I am debating on joining... but without Galbryn it seems my character is somewhat lost...

[Gastone]

I am debating on joining... but without Galbryn it seems my character is somewhat lost...


Are you going to play again a death knight Ceckrill, like the last time, or something more...friendly this time?

[Doublehex]

But he was so good playing as the evil son of a b**ch that we all know and tottaly whant to assasinate!

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

I'm don't really feel like jumping in at the moment, the pace of the thread is a bit slow but when it starts flowing a little quicker ill join up for sure.

[Fenikkusu]

Back to the game :)

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Nightelf
Class: Swordsman
Age: Around 1500
Skills: Great Reflexes (dodges more than parrys) Tracking
Weakness: Not very well at looking before leaping, Impulsive
Equipment: Two scimatar blades with Demon Hunter carvings in both to aid in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir with druid carvings that gives the strenght of the Earth to it's weilder; standard lether armor.

*Knock Knock*

I got up out of my bed and opened the door.

"Sir, we have sited land and are coming near to Azeroth. The captain wishes to see you."

I respectivly replied "Thank you," then began gathering my equipment. I walked up on deck and saw the captain waiting.

"Where might we be landing?" I asked impatiently.

"Seems we will be landing on the shores near Elwynn Forest. We will make a small camp so our workers can rest easy. Then we will be off to Stormwind tomorrow. You will be able to get to Stormwind by the afternoon."

"What makes you think that I will be leaving for Stormwind as soon as we land?"

The captain just gave me a smirk. "Will you need any gold?" Still holding his same smirk.

"No, I have all I need to get me to Stormwind."

"Very well."

A few minutes later we landed and already the captains men began throwing up tents and making a respectable small establishment.

The captain came up to me as I watched his men hard at work. "Take care of yourself, you have a reason to be in Azeroth and dying is not one of them."

I gave no reply and simply walked away. In only a few short hours I will find Stormwind and start battle with the undead menace.

[TheCrawlingChaos]

Name: Trick Ironblow
Class: Tinker, Mad-Scientist
Race: Goblin

Trick searched his parents in Kalimdor but he didnt have anyone to turn to, as he now had a deep distrust for orcs and their allies. So, he ended up arriving at Theramore Isle in the hope to meet a Human captain that could perhaps point to him possible sites for his parents search.

Upon meeting an experienced knight that was scouting South Kalimdor, he learned that the orcs had sold a number of goblins as slaves to the Forsaken and that those goblins were already beign embarked to Azeroth.
Excited, Trick looked for a boat sailing to Azeroth but none of them was willing to take him across the ocean for free. The poor Goblin, then, tryed his best to convince a captain and had no success, until he offered his expertise to build an turbine in the wooden ship. With such a marvelous tool, the ship would, surely, be able to sail faster then the winds...

After building the turbine and sailing happily with that crew, he landed in the proximities to Elwynn Forest and, his hopes renewed, he began to search for an undead settlement or someone who coul tell him about the Undead Lands.
He strolled carelessly during all night.
(behind him there is a big explosion and that ship sinks)

Trick, thinking ahead, started to wonder how he would enlist help to his search in this new continent. He was lucky he new how to speak common, his mother's original language.

That was when he stumbled upon a human patrol doing their duties...
Intrigued about the lone goblin looking lost, the patrol stopped and inquired:
Patrol: "Who are thee, greeny small one?"
Trick, with a big smille on his face: "Great, Humans! So, sires, Who among you would be willing to help me in my search on the Forsaken Lands?"
The patrol was very confused and Trick noticed this, so he quickly added: "I have some wondrous itens i could show you, if you would just show me around!"
The confused patrol took the small goblin to their GQ, but kept their eyes on the small creature, while he was singing with joy...

Upon arriving, little after the sun had rised, some big and meany guard asked aggressivly where were Trick's wares {good sentence, huh?}.
The goblin started to search among his backpack and pulled out a small miniature a of gyrocopter. "See, see? Good for the kids!" then sundenly the copter started to fly, hitted an tree nearby and eploded in a huge blast!
"Err, perhaps I had forgotten to adjust a few screws...."
But that wasn't good, everyone in the settlement heared the explosion and the tree caught fire....

"Perhaps you will want to see my hand granades next?"


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OOC: So guys, looks like Im in. If you prefer, I will write in first person next time.

[Cenkrill]

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


I'll join in as soon as I get the go ahead :)

[warloser]

Name: John Spellmaster
Race: human
Class: mage
Appearance: has brown hair and green eyes, 5 and a half foot tall and and quite weak as are most mages.
Equipment: a loose robe made of some blue material, and a very odd elven staff made entirely of runed mithal with a light blue emerald on the top. It is enchanted to be very light and give the user the ability to easily control lightning.

The elf began to talk but before he could say anything I said, black Moore there was a forsaken attack group that killed the patrols you sent out with me.
What!?! Blackmoore exclaimed. Regaining his cool, he asked if there were any survivors. Well all of our men were killed and only two forsaken survived, appently the leader and second in command, the commander was a priest named Cencrill and and other was a mage. Did you find anything out? Said blackmoore in a hopeful voice.

Of course, I made myself invisible and listened to them talk about the ancient elven runestone of the Kajjdorr crystal who’s location has eluded the elven mages for hundreds of years. They said some renegade forsaken found the compass crystal and was seeking the second runestone.
Do you mean this crystal said the undead holding up the vial? Yes! I exclaimed where did you find it. In the mountains of Khaz Modan replied the undead. Well I don’t know anything else about the crystal except that it is powerful I said.
Any way about the forsaken attack group, I said nervously glancing at the compass crystal. They said silvanas wanted the crystal and that they were going to kill the renegade forsaken and take the crystal. The forsaken mage then teleported the commander and himself away. There was a hush in the office.
The silence was broken by the call to arms bell and with a guard yelling ‘’The Forsaken attack, defend the camp!’’ all of us ran outside and there was an attack group of 200-300 forsaken warriors.
Damn it I yelled they must have been watching me and traced my teleport spell. Johan and blackmoore were about to rush to battle when I proclaimed in alarm NO! You two the elf, the undead, and myself must go to find the second runestone. The undead nodding in agreement said I am strong but I can’t take on the forsaken army alone and they cannot have the Kajjdorr crystal. Fine just let me get my men said blackmoore impatiationly. No we would be too easy to track I said.
Ok black Moore said grudgingly lets go seeing our lines growing thinning to the forest now the elf said I know how we can loose them in there.

[Gastone]

*Off topic*(but important)

Um warloser,can you use both third and first person when you are writing,or at least try to?It was hard for me to understand what you wrote,ok?

And btw,Johan is Blackmoore's first name,and i am also in his office when you tell him those news :howdy:

[TheCrawlingChaos]

OOC: Im oficially an confused poster from now on. Dont mean to insult anyone, but I find Warloser's post difficult to understand, that is, even more difficult then the avarage post.
From what I get from it, it seems there are 200-300 forsaken attacking the camp right now. If it doesnt really get into play, then disconsider this present post from me.

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Name: Trick Ironblow
Race: Gobln
Class: Mad-scientist, Tinker

Trick is starting to feel a funny cold feeling in his belly from all the anger in the soldier's faces. Looks like they wont see any of his inventions right now.

Then, while the goblin is trying to mutter an good excuse to escape, a Scout shouts from his post: "My dear Light! There are hundreds of undead moving this way!"
The first impression in all the soldiers face is fear while they await their leader orders.
The first impression in Tricks face is horror. And it doesnt fade away so easily.

The orders come and the soldiers start running everywhere, grabbing sword and helmets and taking positions. Everybody forget the little goblin.

Then Trick regain some of his mind and he thinks to himself: My skin, my dear skin. Im gonna get gutted and skinned... oh well, maybe there can be some good from all this. Big foolish humans, stomping everywhere, someone gotta use some brains here...

And, trough the shadows of the first hours of morning, the small goblins escapes the wall of the camp and takes his position, hiding low in the grass field.

Some big blows gonna happen! ehehehehehe! big blows!, whispers Trick.

[Blackmoore]

You aren't the only one confused. Warloser, could you post the "jist" of what you want to say, and I'll try to "regrammar" it.

[Cenkrill]

I have yet to even get the go ahead and I am involved with a battle? I'd like abit of time to explore my characters personality before I am plunged in head first...

[Gastone]

I have yet to even get the go ahead and I am involved with a battle? I'd like abit of time to explore my characters personality before I am plunged in head first...

True.I think that when a character gets into play,we should leave him time for 2-3 posts before we can "manipulate" him.Especially when he is not one of our party,but an enemy

[warloser]

well i was falling asleep when i was reading these post exept the ones the crowling chaos wrote with the inventions. and about cencrilli thought it was very cleaver of me to includ him. he did say he was very loyal to silvanas and she would only put someone loyal in charge of this raiding party or whatever you want to call it. i would be very happy with my position if i were you cencrill,you command 200-300 forsaken warriors and could probably get a few favors from silvanas her self. and im sorry about the slip up withe the name blackmoore, but i will not write the ''jist'' of what i want to happen so you can ''regrammer'' it.however since you ask gastone i will try to write a little less confusing in the future, even though it seems fine to me.

[Blackmoore]

Just try to use capitals and double check your spelling.

[Cenkrill]

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

I sat, staring into the water. It flowed between my fingers which could no longer feel. The birds no longer whistle tunes and the crickets no longer sing. In what seems to me as one day, there has been countless, and to me the world has died overnight. I am sure I would feel sadness now, if I could feel. I cannot even experience the familiar pulsing of my heart, for it has long stopped its rhythm. I still find it hard to believe that I am here, the remnants of a past life with a captive soul. With this body that used to be a blessing, now a prison. But I know now what I must do…

I must now forget my old life, for I have been born anew, as this thing. Neither living nor dead, I am cursed… I am forsaken.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

I'll Jump in very soon, just wanted to say that Cenkrill man your post just sounded very good, just wanted 2 say good job and i hope my posts sound half as good :thumbsup:

[KnightOfNnee]

I really like this thread and am thinking of joining. Would that be O.K.?

[The Flamestrike]

Sorry that I haven't posted for ages people, but I had to leave without warning. The last I remember was being told to tell my story. And now it seems that we are under attack by 300 Forsaken. Can someone please clear this all up for me?

[Cenkrill]

I don't know whats going on with this Forsaken attack, which I am apparently leading... but I just made my post set before the attack, which seemed to come out of nowhere and for no apparent reason... :)

Personally, I think we should over look the posts made about the battle, it jsut doesn't make any sense...

[KnightOfNnee]

It seems a summary is in order. To that end, here are the events that have transpired so far as I have understood them. :scratch:

Terald Sunstrider, a half-elf ranger/warrior of Quel’Thalas, was just outside Stormwind, on a mission to gather troops in order to combat the scourge and horde, when he happened upon Garstnar Garwood, formerly Malphrin Malastraun, a paladin squire who delved too deeply into the dark arts. Sunstrider attacked, but mistook Garwood for a paltry ghoul and was quickly outmaneuvered and eluded. At this time, Lieutenant General Johan Christian Blackmoore arrived on the scene and with the help of Sunstrider and his old friend and comrade Constantine de Valette apprehended Garwood. The undead paladin then told them of his past and his reasons for being near Stormwind. He was looking for a certain crystal, named Kajjdorr. This crystal has been said to increase the power of its owner immensely, and Garwood believed that he would be able to use it to restore himself to life. At this time, Blackmoore noticed that it was beginning to get dark and suggested that they continue the conversation in the morning. He had his new “friends” housed in the nearby barracks until then.

The undead had other plans. In the dead of the night, Garwood snuck out of the camp. His passing however, aroused the sleeping half-elf, Sunstrider, who tracked the “fiend” though the night, recapturing him in the nearby woods the next morning and sent word via a summoned messenger owl to Blackmoore who dispatched John Spellmaster, a wizard mercenary trained at Dalaran, to teleport them into his office. Blackmoore also summoned Constantine to his office to help interrogate Garwood. At about this time, a small goblin tinkerer named Trink Ironblow was picked up by patrols. He tried to impress them with a miniature gyrocopter. This might have worked nicely, had it not crashed into a nearby tree, exploded, and caught fire. Meanwhile in Johan Blackmoore’s office, everyone was assembled. He asked the half-elf Sunstrider to relate his story, but was interrupted by Spellmaster’s urgent news of a Forsaken attack against the nearby Alliance patrols led by Cenkrill, a high ranking Forsaken priest under the orders of the Lady Sylvanas to find the “renegade undead,” kill him, and take the crystal he possesses in hopes of uncovering the Kajjdorr.

In the meantime of all of this, a night elf that had previously fought against the scourge named Rolen, was part of a night elf contingent sent to Azeroth to help the Alliance battle the Forsaken. His ship landed somewhere on Azeroth and he was sent ahead to Stomwind.

At this point in Blackmoore’s camp, an ominous bell rings out signaling a massive Forsaken attack of around two or three hundred undead. Spellmaster suggests they may have traced his teleport spell, and if so, are certainly looking for Garwood and his crystal. He insisted, that the five of them should escape by sneaking into the nearby forest where they may hide. Trink however, uses the confusion to slip past the humans and take up a position in some tall grass nearby and prepares to lobe some of his hand grenades at the Forsaken as they attack.

Furthermore, a few characters were submitted, but they have yet to post. Taro Isamu is a Panderon who is wandering the world hoping to help others in need and improve his skills. On a similar mission, Fenix Fireye is a night elf who has left home after his parents were killed and his only brother has gone missing. Also mentioned are the half-ogre half-orc Grosh, but Doublehex told him to revise his background. A character named Spyck Daymen was also mentioned. :sleep:

Off topic, kind of: I hope this clears everything up, and you enjoyed my rendition of the story. Also I will be posting the character I would like to use soon. I hope you all like it. Keep in mind I am very new (this is my first venture like this) and would like constructive advice, lots of it. :thumbsup:

[KnightOfNnee]

Here is the character I would like to use.

Name: Davorn Trythad

Age: 27

Race: Human

Class: Paladin/Soldier

Equipment: A Full Plate typical of the Knights of the Silver Hand, an Enchanted Two-Handed Warhammer forged by the Dwarves of Ironforge, Reinforced Bracers, a Satchel containing a few assorted salves, magical knik-naks and throwing knives, a good survival knife, and a short sword worn on the hip(just in case)

Description: 5’11” tall, Dark hair, Brown eyes said to resemble Tiger’s Eye(a semi-precious stone), Skin with just a hint of a tan, and a moderately muscular build

Skills/Strengths: Has completed training as a paladin, Learned a few basic spells and skills from other discaplines, and Has demonstrated good leadership qualities

Weaknesses: Davorn is still younge and inexperienced. He has seen battle, but may still be a bit naïve. His greatest weakness is his lack of experience, but he intends to change that. Also he is still haunted by the untimely death of his wife and some of his villiage at the hands of the undead.

History: Davorn Trythad was born in Solamar, a small villiage in northern Azeroth. His parents were Crumorin and Corlynne Trythad. When Davorn was 6, his father was killed in battle against the scourge, leaving only his mother and older brother, Qouris to raise himself and his younger sister, Holana. At the Age of 12 Davorn had desplayed a remarcable talent in both self defence and basic holy magic, and was sent off to train at Stormwind as a paladin. At age 18 he was taken by Balshezzar Earthhammer, a renoun dwarven paladin, as an apprentice. Under Balshezzar, Davorn made a bit of a name for himself when he killed Gul’Garroth, the Lightstealer, a minor lich who had been ravaging human settlements in northern Azeroth. At age 20, with his training complete, Davorn was commissioned as a Knight of the Silver Hand and sent back to his hometown to organize a local militia to act as a reserve force if ever the need for conscription arose. For the next five years Davorn lived a life full of hapiness. He married a beautiful, local woman named Alara Bredleson. Furthermore, the milita was forming well, with recruits eager to train in their spare time between harvests. When Davorn was 25, Alara anounced she was pregnant with Davorn’s first son; whom they decided to name Leothan. The entire town celebrated the news that their local hero was to become a father. When Alara was seven months pregnant however, the undead attacked. They came out of nowhere, somehow slipping past forward scouts and sentry alike as if by magic, Davorn rallied the militia in time to save most of the villagers, but it was too late to save the village, and his wife. The fires that ravaged their town were to strong to be quenched, but it didn’t matter to Davorn as he cradled his dying wife in his arms. The local healers tried to save the baby, but it wasn’t ready to support life outside the womb and died a short time later. Davorn wished to follow a path of vengence, but his people needed him. Having lost their homes, the villagers turned to Davorn, who led them to Stormwind. Here he and many of his men emlisted in the regular army in order to combat the Forsaken and the Scourge, because noone knew which group of undead had waylaid their homes and families. Davorn was assigned to serve as an officer under Lieutenant General Johan Blackmoore. He quickly worked his way up the ranks until, at the present age of 27, he is taking orders directly from Blackmoore himself.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

OFF TOPIC ; very nice summary KnightOfNnee now i can join in and welcome to the forums :thumbsup:

ON TOPIC;

Name: Spyck Daymen

Race: Human.

Class: Novice Of The Dark Arts.

Age: 28

Appearance: 6'ft 4 , Long Dark Brown Hair , Medium Build , Black Coloured Eyes, Not much of a people Person and Doesn't like anything that isn't Human...

Equipment: A Wooden Staff, He wears a Dark robe with a Hood, He also has a Gimp Mask that he wears when he feels lonely....

History: In the country side of Stormwind, A Husband and Wife had a child they named him "Spyck" he was a Child like no other. He was dangerously gifted at a young age at the art of magic. His parents saw potential within him, they didn't know what to do they were just simple Farm Folk. They decided at the age of 10 to send Spyck to "The School Of Talent".

Spyck learned alot from the wizards that were teaching there, but his thirst of magic kept growing until about his mid teens he found a book that was entitled as "The Dark Side". The book sat on the desk of the Headmaster of the school. He was interested and borrowed it and learned some dark spells from it. He also read about “The Burning Legion". After he studied most of the book he graduated at the age of 23. He then returned to his parents.

When he arrived home he saw his parents, They were laying on the ground lifeless and they seemed to be decayed. So Spyck tried to wake them up they awoke but not as his parents but as the Undead. They were clawing and hissing at him so Spyck knew what he had to do he used a Immolation spell that burned the corpses to dust.

He knew what kind of magic could of turned his Parents into these things. Only a dark force known as the Forsaken Used Magic in unatural ways. So Spyck went back to the School and Stole the Dark Arts book. He travelled dark and deep into the forest near by into a abandoned Cabin. He Studied and lived there for 5 years, He practically knew all of the books secrets now, he threw it away and quickly conjured a simple flame spell which burned the book.

The book burned with black haze just as his heart has for the past 5 years, from that day on he made and oath to go on a mission to end all the torment & pain that the Forsaken have caused and most of all for revenge. He knew what had to be done. He now must venture across the land and head to the Undercity....

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The sky was scorched with ash, the air was hazed, and there was an uncommon scent that I could smell, it smelt like bloodshed.

I scurried through the woods with my hood on; I came up onto a hill. I looked down onto a human encampment of some kind; there were humans and what seemed to be undead fighting.

Suddenly my eyes burned with rage, I Ripped a Portal out of thin air, I went through and I was only a 100 yards from the battle.

I held my staff closely and went towards the battle; I let out a great howl and raised my arms in the air. The sky got dark and it started to pour, then a huge boulder came crashing down, the rock moved and became an Infernal.

It slowly got into battle and crushed anything in it’s path, I then ran into battle I covered myself with flames, I then started casting demon armor onto myself, I felt it flow through me.

My infernal had no trouble and burnt anything in its path; the smell of burnt corpses in the air was horrid.

The Undead started noticing me and slowly came towards me, I got my staff and smashed several ghouls until I said a simple incantation and sent several corpses flying through the air.

I then swung my staff into a ghouls head; I saw the thick ooze dripping from the gapping hole.

I got tired of using force, I put my hands toward the undead that came to me I sent several shadow bolts to them putting holes in there dead bodies.

Other dead beasts started coming towards me, even one that looked like it was stitched together, I walk towards it and cursed it, it started to howl it was agony, I ended its pathetic life with an Immolation spell, it burnt into a crisp.

More kept coming; the humans that were fighting noticed me but then went back to fighting.

I saw a forsaken figure dangerously close to one of the Humans it seemed to be fighting with them; I stretched out my right arm and sent a death coil to the Forsaken…

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Ill right some more later when you guys start getting into the battle.

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Nightelf
Class: Swordsman
Age: Around 1500
Skills: Great Reflexes (dodges more than parrys) Tracking
Weakness: Not very well at looking before leaping, Impulsive
Equipment: Two scimatar blades with Demon Hunter carvings in both to aid in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir with druid carvings that gives the strenght of the Earth to it's weilder; standard lether armor.

It was close to noon when I arrived on the outskirts of Stormwind. The sound of battle and the smell of death was floating around but I didn't relize that I was so close to the source. I look off to the opposite side of the fort and saw the foolish and weak undead be destroyed by not only arcane and human powers, but as well as their own dark magic. Several of these undead are mearly soilders, most likely no stronger than the ghouls. I whipped out my scimatars and slowly walked into battle, concentrating my powers.

"And to think I would see battle in my first few hours of being in this land. May death save my foes."

I didn't battle to many undead, as I only wanted to actually see how strong these humans and their allies actually are. Warlocks, mages, paladins, warriors and archers all fought down this weak raid of undead. When I turned my head again to watch more of the battle I even saw what seemed to be a rogue undead helping the humans, for reasons I do not know. The force of the undead wanted to make sure that this rogue would once again rot away in the Earth's soil. I saw the rogue get surronded by the force, the newly summoned infernal was unable to keep most of the enemy on him. Since I did see the rogue battling the human's enemy I took him for an ally and decided to aid him. With one strong leap I landed next to the rogue.

"What the!? Who the hell are you!"

"Don't worry about me, you seem to be important to these mindless fiends. Take my aid as a positive for your 2nd life."

With my help plus the paladins and mages with their magics, it was easier for the rogue to battle his way out of the mob. When I noticed that the rogue was out of deaths way I jumped away and continued watching the battle.

Out of character: I want to say great work to KnightOfNnee too. Now someone else can continue. :thumbsup:

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow
History: The youngest and last son of the late Elven King of Quel'Thalas, Terald came about when the Elf King fell in love with a mortal woman called Feralt. But as he was an Elf, and she was a Human, they could not marry, although a child was conceived, and Feralt named it Terald. Sadly, Feralt died giving birth to Terald. So the Elven King took Terald back to be raised in Quel'Thalas, gave him his own last name, Sunstrider, and had Alleria Windrunner herself teach the Human/Elf in the ways of the warrior. For a short time, Terald was one of the most gifted soldiers the Elves had, and ranked high in the ranger corps. However, it wasn't to last. The Orc Horde invaded Quel'Thalas and tore apart the forests, and only by managing to hold a small woodland fort against the beasts could Alleria, Terald, and the surviving soldiers escape. Alleria then had to leave for the Dark Portal, and so her younger sister Sylvanas Windrunner took up Terald's training where Alleria left off, as Quel'Thalas was slowly restored to it's former glory. But then Arthas and the Undead Scourge destroyed Quel'Thalas in battle, and killed the Elven King, despite Terald's and the other Elves best efforts to stop the Undead. Terald went into a rage as Arthas killed his father and Sylvanas, and dueled him, but Arthas badly wounded him and left the half-Elf for dead. However, Terald was found by a group of resistant fighters led by Finnall Goldensword and healed by them. The half-Elf thanked them and Terald then left for Human Stormwind. Now, he wanders the world, seeking his destiny.

The Forsaken army swarmed into the Human camp and began to attack me and my companions. Almost without thinking, I loosed three arrows in quick succession, slaying each Undead Ghoul that they hit. Then the Forsaken hordes reached our ranks, and I rapidly drew my sword and killed the nearest fighter with a stroke to the head, like I had done at Quel'Thalas. I then ran to the thickest parts of the battle and lent my sword there too. All around me my friends were fighting too, Johan Blackmoore, Constantine Valette, John Spellmaster, even the Undead Rogue, were hacking through the enemies with spells and swords. To my surprise, a Night Elf appeared and began to help the Undead Rogue destroy the waves of Undead monsters attacking him. I found it interesting that all the Forsaken were trying to elimenate this one Rogue, and in fact they gave the rest of us very little notice, only attacking us when we tried to help the Undead Rogue. Or, when my allies tried to help the Undead Rogue. Heh, I wouldn't help him, let alone be on his side, if it were my choice. He's an Undead, like any other, and therefore must be slain, and then the world will be purified.

[KnightOfNnee]

Here's my first in character post, enjoy. :howdy:

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

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Screams. Smoke. Terror. These were the things that greeted me upon my awakening. “What’s going on?” my wife, Alara asked. “I don’t know,” I replied, “Stay here!” I didn’t even bother to don my armor, or grab my equipment. All I thought I had time for was my warhammer; the enchanted dwarven runes on it glowed faintly at my touch, promising portection for me and a swift death for my enemies. I ran out of my my house and stopped dead. Everything was on fire. People were running screaming from walking corpses. Some of my militiamen had hastily jumped to the defense of their families, like me, but in this unorganized street brawl, they were mowed down like grass. I inhaled deeply. The smell of smoke was strong, but it could not cover the rotting stench of death that followed the undead like some of messenger of evil. “Form up!” I yelled, hoping enough men were left to drive the undead back. “Form up on me!” All the men within earshot came running toward me where we made our stand. We organized into a unit so tight that not even a bug could slip through. I was proud of these men. They knew their training, and would use it now. We fought and the undead advanceed on us, but we didn’t budge. The fires raged on around us, and I heard a scream from a house to my left. I looked, and…my house. It had caught fire. As I watched my wife stumbled out of the burning mess coughing. This drew the attention of a few ghouls. What happened next was like a dream. No matter how fast I ran, they ran faster. No matter how loud I yelled, the chaos was louder. I wept as I cradled my dying wife in my arms wishing I had just a little more mana. We said our last farewells, and I rose, full of fury. I charged at the undead mob seeking to rend them limb from limb. As I neared that mob, I swung my hammer in an arc over my head smashing in the face of the closest zombie. Then I brought my hammer down crushing a ghoul. Next, an upswing connecting with a chin, shattering it and giving its owner such terrible whiplash that it broke its neck. I danced with death and death could not keep up. My men fed on my fury and the next thing I knew, the undead were runnng. Suddenly an undead stepped in front of me. For some reason I didn’t have my hammer. No matter, I though, and I knocked him down. I’ll strangle it! I though as my hands closed around it’s throat. Suddenly, the undead was Bendak, my old friend and diect subordinate. I was in a barracks, not a battle. I lept off Bendak and he began gasping for air. “I…try to…wake you…from…gasp…nightmare…cough…and this…is what I get?” He sputtered. “I’m sorry, I was dreaming of the night that…you know, you were there.” I said. He cocked an eye at me and said “So why strangle me?” “Well,” I said, feeling a bit chagrined, “I thought you were one of the undead.” ‘Dak chuckled, “You tried to strangle an undead?” I grinned. The thought of trying to strangle something that doesn’t breathe is fairly amusing. Suddenly, an ominous bell began to toll. We rushed outside. A few thousand yards away a large force of undead (Forsaken, Scourge? how does one tell the difference?) were shambling toward our camp. “’Dak,” I said turning to him, “Do you see Gen. Blackmoore?” “No,” he answered, “That’s really odd for him not to be down here, battle of no.” “We don’t have time to wait and see if he shows up,” I said, “Run through the camp and gather the troops. Form up at the shallow river outside of camp.” “Acknowledged,” he replied. As he sprinted off, I donned my armor and mounted a nearby charger. The river outside the camp would provide our best shot at defending the camp. If we could hold the river, these invaders would never get into the camp. As I waited near our side of the river, the army formed up behind me, and the undead monsters bore down on us. Looking behind me I could see nearly all of the army at my back. “Lock you shields don’t let any of them through,” I bellowed. I knew that if we simply waited for these invaders to smash into our ranks, they would probably trample the front ranks of my army. “Prepair to advance on my mark!” I shouted. There was a slight breeze coming up from behind our ranks. It carried with it the smell of the meal the cooks were prepairing. It was a familiar meal, one that Alara prepaired often. Such a lovely smell I closed my eyes and could almost see her standing over the pot that she was concocting our dinner in. I sighed slightly as a opened my eyes. There were two things I lived for now: These brief reveries where I could, for a few moments, relive my memories and be reunited with my love, and killing the undead. Today was going to be a very good day. “Charge!” I screamed, and I was almost imnediately drown out by the battle cries of my fellow men. Early in the battle, I noticed two things. First, we were a bit outnumbered, and to that end, things seemed grim. I also noticed that the undead were attacking in one area partcularly intensely, and our line was bulging there. All in all, things didn’t look so good. Suddenly a loud explosion ripped across the field of battle. I looked up, swore and then chuckled to myself. It was one of those things where you know you are about to die, but you notice something undeniably funny. We were outnumbered, we were starting to get pushed back, and on top of that some undead mage had summoned an infernal near our left flank. That mage had accidentally crushed many of his own warroirs. What an idiot! Then I realized that the Infernal was attacking and killing the undead…… It would seem we have a new ally. Furthermore, the infernal was drawing a lot of attention from the undead and taking pressure off of the weakening part of our line. Hmmm, I thought, this might just be enough too- I was cut off mid-thought by a series of small explosions from the tall grass off to our right flank. Looking closer I discerned a small goblin lobbing small explosives at the ghouls. What the- Oh well, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, I guess, I thought. The undead obviously noticed the poor creature, and were about to overwhelm him. It seemed like the right thing to do, so I charged through the undead and scooped him up as I galloped by. “You saved Trinky!” the golblin shrieked, sounding thrilled. As I galloped back toward Alliance lines a ghoul grabed at ‘Trinky,’ who stuffed an explosive in its mouth. I glanced over my shoulder to see its head explode, killing several nearby abominations. “What are those things?!” I asked the goblin. “Handy grenades! Wanna try one?” he replied. “No thanks, you seem to be doing just fine.” I answered. I raced to the bulge in our line which was trying to regroup although the infernal was being overwhelmed. “Gen. Blackmoore!” I exclaimed as I neared the battle line. Blackmoore turned at the sound of his name. “Well hello Colonel,” he replied, “Nice horse, be sure to give it back to me after this battle.” My stomache twisted. I had commandeered my superior’s charger. “Oh lighten up,” a gray haired paladin I hadn’t noticed said. My breath cought in my throat at the sight of him. It was Constantine de Valette, a well renown paladin, and one of my childhood heros. He and my father had been friends, although their assignments usually kept them on opposite sides of the continant, but such was the fate of a servant of the people. The only time I had ever seen him in person was at my father’s funeral, and I didn’t feel like talking about battles with him. “Gentlemen,” Blackmoore smiled, “This is my second-in-command, Davorn Trythad. And who is your friend, Davorn?” “I’m Trink Ironblow, a big goblin scientist!” the goblin gloated, and as if to prove his worth, he tossed a grenade at some nearby ghouls. “You humans!” said and exasperated looking half-elf, “Save it for later! Kill now!” At that moment, one ghoul stabed another. For a moment I was confused, but a mage blasted with a fireball, and said “I must insist, if they kill Garwood, how will we ever find the crystal?” “Fine Spellmaster,” Blackmoore said, “Take the undead and hide in the forest. Everyone meet in my office after the battle.” The mage and wounded undead called Garwood hurried off throught the camp toward the forest. The fight raged on intensely for a bit, but whoever summoned the first infernal had summoned another. I rode around a bit aimlessly through the enemy striking them down, but mostly just protecting Trink as he chucked “grenades” at the enemy. We were soon able to drive the undead back. As I rode slowly back through the camp toward the stables, a light rain began to fall. I craned my neck back and closed my eyes alowing the horse to carry me forward as it knew the way well. It was raining just like this when I met Alara.

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Off Topic: I don't think my spelling/grammar checker is working so if I messed up lemme know & I'll edit it. :cheesy:

[Blackmoore]

Pretty good. Just remeber to use the enter key. :D

General Blackmoore
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The muddy road irritated me. My armor was dirty and I hated it. I trudged back to the military headquarters. The large stone building stood tall, like a fortress. I entered. As I climbed the stairs, people stood and saluted. At the top floor I kicked my large steel door open and sat down. I took off my armor and donned something more comfortable. My uniform. All I had. I pulled out my pipe and waited for the inevitable.

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Nightelf
Class: Swordsman
Age: Around 1500
Skills: Great Reflexes (dodges more than parrys) Tracking
Weakness: Not very well at looking before leaping, Impulsive
Equipment: Two scimatar blades with Demon Hunter carvings in both to aid in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir with druid carvings that gives the strenght of the Earth to it's weilder; standard lether armor.

As the undead started to retreat, I saw an odd gathering happening. Seems the general of this army had asked a paladin, a soilder, a highelf, the rogue undead, a mage, and even a goblin to come to the general's office. Knowing that the info they would be talking about would be helpful to me I decided to stay behind the soilder who seems to be enjoying himself in the rain. I stayed near but try to keep myself hidden. As the soilder's horse stopped at the stable he finally woke up from his rest.

"Morning. Sleep well?"

The soilder jumps up in surprise, "Who might you be!"

"Calm down, I am not your enemy. You're going to the general's office are you not?"

"Well, yes I am. Why would you like to know?"

"Then I'll follow you. If you want to know who I am bring up the question sometime when we are in the office."

The soilder walk off and I followed. If this human trusted me or not was not of my concern, for if he thought I worked for the enemy then I would simple slay him as anyone else that decides to cross my path.

"You'll learn everything you need to know about me when we reach your general's office."

[Renetet]

Hey guys, just wondering if you all mind if a newcomer joins midway thru the story, heres my character if i may...

Name: Shienara Dawnfire
Race: Undead
Height: 5', 5"
Equipment: Bloodred Hooded Cloak, Soulrazor Long Sword, Long Bow, Leather armor
History: Shienara was once second in command of the High Elven forces of Quel'Thalas. Below only Sylvanas as the most powerful Elf in the Silvermoon circle, Shienara hungered for power. She deserted her people, seeking the darker origins of magic. Shienara's reckless pursuit of the Dark Arts eventually led her to forsake her very soul. When the Burning Legion invaded Lordaeron, Shienara was contacted by the Lieutenant in charge of the invasion, Tichondrious. Driven to learn all that she could from the Demon, Shienara had no qualms about her mission; to eradicate the links between the Humans and Silvermoon. Month's before the appearance of Arthas' first undead Scourge, Shienara was working to sever the ties between the Elves and Silvermoon. Through her Demonic manipulation, Shienara broke the last hope Lordaeron had of surviving the Legions arrival. Shienara was gifted the ultimate prize: her soul was bound to that of the Demon Tichondrious. Despite Tichondrious' death, Shienara still gained massive amounts of demonic power, including her most prized possession: the Soulrazor sword she wears to this day. Shienara wandered alone for many months after Tichondrious' death, but heeded Sylvanas' call for all free undead. Sylvanas' recognized Shienara's power, and as a result, has kept Shienara on a relatively close leash. However, as a soldier Shienara is unmatched, though her desire for personal power surpasses loyalty to anyone.

Lemme know what you think.

[Fenikkusu]

We have just started this so don't think its to late to join now :thumbsup:

Now I'm not the leader of this game but from my view, Renetet, theres a chance that your character could become overpowered. Dont think you intend to do that though. I'd imagine that your character would get extreme feedback after the death of Tichondrious. She could still be strong, but just not have the magic energy she needs in order to be immortal.

[TheCrawlingChaos]

Name: Trick Ironblow
Race:Goblin
Class: Mad-scientist, Tinker

After riding with the paladin and making the walking dead blow up through the remaint of the battle, Trick was dropped behind the lines while the kinght rode under the rain for the stables. "Heh, no more battles for me today, no way!", said the green one.

He recounted the amount of reagents he would still have in his back pack just to remember he had mixed all of then before the battle. He still had some hand grenades tough, but those weren't needed anymore. "Aye aye. Wont need those grenades today, but used all my reagents in them... Oh, well, seems like I'll need to decompose the explosives in its regular substances again, it might be dangerous to walk around with such blown-ups in my back pack..."

However, soon the goblin was distracted by some soldier remembering him that his performance had not gone unnoticed by the General and that his presence would be requested in his office. The goblin, then, threw the grenades in his backpack and forgot about then, while going to the office.

The goblin was the first of the guests to climb the stairs and, after being announced as 'Trick the alchemist' was let in the office. Behind the table was an old warrior with a long hair and beard, wearing an uniform and with a fatigated look in his face - perhaps a paladin, tought Trick.
The man looked puzzled. "Are you the reponsible for those explosives?"
"Yeah, Sure, Mr. Paladin. Learned how to make them before even learning how to spell. You see, its simple stuff: you just get an oval glass, makes a tiny, tiny, hole in it, and then fill it with all the explosive reagents you got. Except those blueish ones, they dont blow as well as the greyish...."
"Right, right. I dont care how you make then. Im just interested in the way you use them. Perhaps we can use your expertise for some good..."

Then another person was announced and he entered the room…

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OOC: Good writing KnightOfNnee. I had written a longer post, talking about the battle, but then I noticed I didnt have too, as all that happened to Trick was already covered. By the way, Davron misunderstood Trick's name... It isnt Trink... :)
Good posts, everyone, seems like the thread is alive and well.

[Cenkrill]

Note--- I’ll do my best to skip from my last post to this one (my last one being sitting at a stream, this one being in charge of a battle)
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Name: Cenkrill
Race: Forsaken
Age: 25
Class: Priest
Equipment: Broadsword, metal greaves and gauntlets, black hooded robe.
Description: Being buried for only a short time, Cenkrill has risen from the dead with only mild signs of decay affecting his hands and feet. He has blonde hair that just reaches past his jaw line and his eyes have golden irises. He is tall with a fairly masculine build and his face is hidden by his hood at all possible times. From a distance he looks human but up close you can see that his skin is pale.
History: Before his untimely death Cenkrill was a priest in a Lordaeron church studying the arts of magic, but soon his attention was drawn to those of a darker origin. He became obsessed with learning the dark spells and finding out their origin, and soon he became consumed by them. At this time the Scourge were everywhere and any act of dark magic lead to a quick execution. The Paladins killed Cenkrill on the same day Arthus ‘succeeded’ his father and lead Lordaeron to its doom. Soon after the Dark Lady Sylvanas claimed Lordearon for her own and Cenkrill was resurrected along with others to bolster her Forsaken ranks. Now he obeys her orders until he finds something else more worthy of his attention.
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‘Find the renegade, then slay them all!’ with my orders the bloodshed began. The world around me echoed with clashes of steel, it echoed with the screams of men, women and children, the world echoed with war. For that is the only thing that I have left in my being, war. It stops me from remembering my past, what I had been, what I had, life. I promised myself I would forget those memories, I left them behind me at the stream, but they keep coming back, haunting my desolate existence, that is why I surround myself in war, that is why I need war, to help me forget.
I watched from the back of my steed as the battle waged on. Through the haze of war it was becoming more and more obvious that we were losing.

‘Commander, we must order a retreat!’

‘You are my second-in-command, you do not tell me what I must do. I will not order a retreat, we are Forsaken, we do not run from death for that is what we are. If Sylvanas has use for them once again, she will reanimate them, once again. Now, take me back to the Undercity, I do not wish to stay here any longer.’

‘It does not matter what you wish Cenkrill, you follow Sylavanas’ orders, not your own!’

‘Do not test me, mage. I will slay you just as fast as I would them.’

‘I…,’ his jaw fell slack as his torso slid in two, the coagulated blood oozing out.

[The Flamestrike]

OOC: Creepy but cool ending Cenkrill! Now back to my lad...

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow
History: The youngest and last son of the late Elven King of Quel'Thalas, Terald came about when the Elf King fell in love with a mortal woman called Feralt. But as he was an Elf, and she was a Human, they could not marry, although a child was conceived, and Feralt named it Terald. Sadly, Feralt died giving birth to Terald. So the Elven King took Terald back to be raised in Quel'Thalas, gave him his own last name, Sunstrider, and had Alleria Windrunner herself teach the Human/Elf in the ways of the warrior. For a short time, Terald was one of the most gifted soldiers the Elves had, and ranked high in the ranger corps. However, it wasn't to last. The Orc Horde invaded Quel'Thalas and tore apart the forests, and only by managing to hold a small woodland fort against the beasts could Alleria, Terald, and the surviving soldiers escape. Alleria then had to leave for the Dark Portal, and so her younger sister Sylvanas Windrunner took up Terald's training where Alleria left off, as Quel'Thalas was slowly restored to it's former glory. But then Arthas and the Undead Scourge destroyed Quel'Thalas in battle, and killed the Elven King, despite Terald's and the other Elves best efforts to stop the Undead. Terald went into a rage as Arthas killed his father and Sylvanas, and dueled him, but Arthas badly wounded him and left the half-Elf for dead. However, Terald was found by a group of resistant fighters led by Finnall Goldensword and healed by them. The half-Elf thanked them and Terald then left for Human Stormwind. Now, he wanders the world, seeking his destiny.

We all sat in Gen. Blackmoore's office, whilst the remaining soldiers outside cleared away the dead. I found it odd that we were in the company of first an Undead, (damn him) a Goblin, and even a long-lost Night Elf from across the sea, along with the array of Humans.

"Well Undead, I think it's time to explain what you were doing leaving our base like that." Blackmoore said.

We all waited for the Undead to speak.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

Name: Spyck Daymen

Race: Human.

Class: Novice Of The Dark Arts.

Age: 28

Appearance: 6'ft 4 , Long Dark Brown Hair , Medium Build , Black Coloured Eyes, Not much of a people Person and Doesn't like anything that isn't Human...

Equipment: A Wooden Staff, He wears a Dark robe with a Hood, He also has a Gimp Mask that he wears when he feels lonely....

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As the rest of the undead retreated, I looked at my broken staff and I threw it to the ground. My robe ripped, my infernal gone, only the flames in my heart kept me burning these dead corpses, I saw the group of humans get together and went off, I went back to the safety of the woods. It was getting dark so I set up camp, I light the fire with a simple spell, and fell asleep on the rock, my body bruised my heart grew stronger, in the morning ill continue my journey to the Undercity.

Just a short post until I get included someway into the group…

[Renetet]

Name: Shienara Dawnfire
Race: Undead Ranger/Warlock

It was clearly the tail-end of battle, Undead breaking ranks, forces fleeing and falling as they ran. The Humans surged forward, driving the remaining Undead away. The images came flashing, one clear for mere moments then spinning and fading to the next. An Undead, what appeared to be an Elf, a Goblin, and a Human. Then the visage of a crystal, the part I had been dreading. A crystal, pulsating with color, emanating, beckoning...

"Shienara?"

Swift as a striking viper, I drew Soulrazor, pressing the blade to the Forsaken servants chest. "Shienara?" the servant asked tenatively. He looked positively terrified. I looked about, searching. No Human. No Elf. No Goblin. And no Undead besides this tattered husk. A dream, nothing more. I relaxed, sheathing my sword.

"What is it now?" I demanded of the Forsaken.
"Mistress Sylvanas requests your presence," the Forsaken stammered.
"Sylvanas," I nearly spat the name. Sylvanas had no trust for me, what tasks I was given would be unfit for peasants work. Still, I had few options at the moment.
"Tell her I'm coming, now get out of here!" I said irritably.
"Yes! Yes, at once!" the Forsaken breathed, glad to be anywhere else but my chamber.

I gathered my scanty belongings. I snatched up my bow, my dagger, Soulrazor, my sword, and quickly donned my cloak. Very likely Sylvanas was tasking me to cleaning the Apothecary bins, but I would not come humbly, as a servant comes to a master's call. I made my way to the Grand Chamber. Several Banshees approached, ready to take me to Sylvanas. They looked as though they were being sent to their deaths. I was well aware of my...disregard for Sylvanas servants. Twice in the last several days, the ones she had sent to summon me had been impaled by Soulrazor. I felt no regrets, but I had no time for further recollection. Sylvanas waited for me, sitting in her throne.

"Kneel," the banshee said. She did not seem aware of her predecessors deaths.
"You must be joking," I replied. I smiled inside. Sylvanas' has quite some nerve, expecting me to kneel.
"Kneel, or be made to kneel!" the banshee screeched.
"What is it you want Sylvanas?" I demanded.
"Kneel! Kneel!" the banshee screamed. Two ghouls came forward, one pressing down on my shoulders, the other bending my knees. They pushed me to the ground.
"Yes, kneel," the banshee exhorted. This was too much. I sent out a call. My servant responded. I come

Sylvanas rose, and approached me. I suppressed the urge to turn her into a walking inferno.
"You seemed troubled, Sheinara," Sylvanas remarked.
"It is nothing, simply nightmares," I replied. Damn that servant. Coming...
"I know, for I have seen it as well. The Crystal of Life, the future of our people," Sylvanas said. "Leave us!"
The occupants of the room left, leaving me and Sylvanas alone.
"The premonitions, they are stronger?" she inquired.
She cannot know...impossible. And yet...
"Yes, they are. Clearer, stronger with each passing day," I confirmed.
Sylvanas rose, returned to her throne. She seemed deeply in thought.
"You are aware, no doubt, of my goal for our people. We desire, above all else, the life that Arthas and the Scourge took away from us," she said. "That we return from this curse is a matter of utmost importance."
"Yes," i responded. Come on servant...
"This Crystal holds much power. Power enough to perhaps give back what we lost. Power to restore our lives," Sylvanas reflected.
"Shienara, none of my servants have the skill you possess in this...matter. None but you have shared in these visions. There is no better than you to carry out this mission," Sylvanas said suddenly.
Finally. I am here
"Shienara, I appoint you, to discover, and learn all you can about this Crystal. Find it, and do what you must to achieve this goal," Sylvanas announced.
So the Crystal DOES exist. There can be only one course of action now.
"As you wish," I said quietly. Now.

The sounds of chaos erupted from the outside halls. A cacophony of noises, the running footsteps of a dozen ghouls...and the hysterical, maniacal laughter of my pet imp. Sylvanas ran to the door, with me at her heels. She opened the door, revealing a state of pandemonium and disorder. Fire had started in several areas and ghouls were attempting to batter the flames out. The rest ran insanely around, claw-like arms snatching at the imp that flew screeching and laughing through the air. The imp screeched, taunted, and lashed them with its tiny claws. Twice, he was nearly captured, slipping away at the last second. The ghouls were now positivly livid with rage. Enough. With a final shriek of laughter, the imp dove, before disappearing through the doors to the Main Hall. A small army of ghouls now followed, and the sounds of chaos soon dimished. Sylvanas looked at me. She seemed to know who was responsible for this.

"I will set out as you command, Sylvanas," I said. "I will recover the crystal."
But Sylvanas merely looked at me, at the fire and chaos...and I saw death decided. She knew.

"Kill her", Sylvanas cried, but the words were barely out of her mouth before I had leaped from the platform and raced for the stairs to the surface. A ghoul ran to intercept me, arms spread wide, and bearing down on me. I drew my sword, and focused my energy. The blade glowed, a sickening, unearthly green. With a single slash, I sliced through the ghoul's middle. The ghoul collapsed, outstretched arm grasping for me, and I dashed for freedom. I escaped up the stairs, and vanished into the rubble of Lordaeron's capital. Sylvanas' cry of fury echoed up the stairwell, but there was no sound of pursuit.

Sylvanas' suspicions of me had finally been confirmed. Of my true intentions, Sylvanas must no doubt be sure of. Sylvanas would not sit idly by, and allow me to possess the power of the Crystal. She would come for me soon. She knew of the Crystal, but had not mentioned the people I had seen in the vision. Who are they? Seekers of the Crystal as I am? Or something more? I shrugged off my questions. I would find out in time.

A rustling in the branches above me drew my attention. I looked up quickly, and my imp swooped down to land on my wrist. He seemed unharmed, a remarkable feat in and of itself. He had also escaped, and that was quite something.
Good job.
Thank you, Mistress.
Pulling my cloak more tightly around myself, and my imp perched upon my wrist, like an aristocrats falcon, I set out into the vast wilds and blights of the Plaguelands.

[Blackmoon]

-OFF TOPIC-

Hello to you all. Would you perhaps be willing to take another one along :)

Anyway, here's my char:

Name: Lunarc Bloodbeard
Race: Dwarf
Class: Hunter/Warrior
Weapons: A Long Rifle called “One-Shot”. Two ordinary Battle Axes.
Skills: Survival, Tracking
Age: 79
History: Lunarc was born among the Wildhammer dwarves to family in good standing. His father was a well-respected thane and both his elder brothers had shown great promise at their warrior training. He spent his childhood and early youth among the Wildhammers training to become a warrior, but whenever he had time to spare he went to forests with his uncle, who was a hunter. His uncle taught him some skills in survival and tracking as well as the general lore of the wilds.

When Lunarc was still a youth his father got into a conflict with the leader of Wildhammer dwarves. Eventually this conflict leaded to Lunarc and his father, mother and brothers moving to live with their Ironforge cousins. Among the Ironforge dwarves Lunarc finished his warrior training and was also trained in using a long rifle, weapon he fell in love the moment he tried it. Long years Lunarc spend in the caves of Ironforge, but the love of wilderness, his uncle had imbued in him, would not let go. As years passed, Lunarc found himself more and more often wandering in the wilderness surrounding Ironforge.

After reaching adulthood Lunarc took his rifle, which he had named One-Shot, and some equipment and headed towards the lands of Wildhammer dwarves in search for his uncle. He soon found the Wildhammers and they welcomed him with joy. He learned that for a long time the dwarves there had wished his father to return. Lunarc lived with his uncle for few years, learning the profession of hunter and expert in wilds. It was during that time he meeted his animal companion.

One day in forest, Lunarc came across a wounded bear cub. Lunarc never found out what had happened to the cub nor why it was wounded. But at an instant the cub saw Lunarc it came to him looking at him with sad, but trustful eyes. Lunarc walked away, but the cub followed. Lunarc tried to tell the cub to go away, but the cub just continued to follow him. Lunarc went home and hoped the bear would go away, but it didn’t. It waited outside Lunarc’s home staring at door. Lunarc decided to take care of the bear and it became his companion. He decided that the bear needed a name and named the bear Pint.

About a year after Pint became Lunarc’s companion Lunarc got a message from his father. Message stated that there was a crisis in the human lands, that would affect the dwarves aswell and that all dwarves able to wield a rifle or lift an axe were needed. Lunarc and Pint returned to Ironforge and learned, that many things had happened during the time, that hehad spent among the Wildhammers.

Lunarc then joined up with the Alliance forces and served Jaina Proudmoore as a rifleman and a scout during her expedition to Kalimdor. During that time, Lunarc fought many things he couldn’t have imagined even existing as he fought along-side humans, orcs and some purple-skinned elves, who called themselves night elves, against huge army of demons, who tried to destroy a big tree, that was very important somehow.

After the battle Lunarc and Pint became a mercenaries for hire. Path of mercenary has lead them to Stormwind, where they help the humans to fight against the threath of Forsaken.

Physical Description: Standing about 4’3” tall and weighting about 160 lbs is as stocky as any dwarf. He has long beard and hair, that are bloodred in color as is the case of most people in his family. He has a large burn-mark in his face as a memory from the demons he used to fight. He isn’t very muscular (at least on dwarven standards), but he is more agile, than most of his kind.

Personality: On company of people unfamiliar to him, Lunarc is a quiet person. On the other hands, when among friends, he can be quite loud. He loves singing and storytelling as well as mead (as any dwarf should). He isn’t a religious person at all and believes only in serenity of nature and glitter of gold. He doesn’t like elves much, although if he had to choose, he’d prefer night elves due to their common love to nature. He hates Horde and follows a principle “Shoot first, ask questions later”, when dealing with them.

Equipment: Has a typical dwarven long rifle, which he has named "One-Shot". In melee he dual-wields to battle axes. As protection he wears typical leather armor, for some protection without sacrificing too much of his mobility.

Misc: Has an animal companion: a bear called Pint. Pint is strong and tough, but also seems quite intelligent for a bear. Lunarc can often be found talking to Pint as he would talk to another dwarf.




So, that's my char. I'll hop along as soon as I get permission from you :)

[Gastone]

Name:Constantine de Valette
Age:40
Class:Paladin
Equipment:Enchanted Full plate,Holy warhammer of faith,Holy spellbook
Description:Average height,gray hair and beard,black eyes,goodnatured and benevolent.
History:Constantine was born and raised in Stormwind,thus living the first great wars with the Horde,which makes him preoccupied when it comes with Orcs.He fought at Lordaeron under the command of Uther,and after Arthas treachery and Uther's death he left with Jaina to Kalimdor,where he fought under the shadow of the Tree of Eternity.Now he returnes to Azeroth to help defend once more his homeworld.
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The battle was quick but bloody.These undead that attacked us seemed to be focused into one person;the undead we had captured.
"It seems that your story must be true Garwood,for if it wasnt,we wouldnt be under attack right now" i said,as i grabbed my warhammer and charged at the undead,followed by Blackmoore and a rather enraged Garwood.He was really impressive to watch in battle,hacking and slashing ghouls and skeletons all around him."You have to admitt Johan that he would be very handy in situations like this,not to mention that he is invulnerable to their magic"
"yes,but he is invulnerable to ours also" Blackmoore muttered,but with a smirk this time.Suddenly,an infernal appeared,summoned by a mage that appeared from nowhere;and from the otherside of the camp,a series of explosives sent many ghouls to the twisting nether.This was too much for the undead to bear.They started to flee,followed by our soldiers.

At that moment a young man arrived,riding a fine steed and carrying a small Goblin in his hands.Gen. Blackmoore!” he exclaimed as he neared us. Blackmoore turned at the sound of his name. “Well hello Colonel,” he replied, “Nice horse, be sure to give it back to me after this battle.”.“Oh lighten up,”i said.. “Gentlemen,” Blackmoore smiled, “This is my second-in-command, Davorn Trythad. And who is your friend, Davorn?” “I’m Trick Ironblow, a big goblin scientist!” the goblin gloated, and as if to prove his worth, he tossed a grenade at some nearby ghouls. “You humans!” said and exasperated looking half-elf, “Save it for later! Kill now!” At that moment, one ghoul stabed another.Garwood fell at the ground,blood flowing from an wound at his chest; “I must insist, if they kill Garwood, how will we ever find the crystal?” the wizzard said. “Fine Spellmaster,” Blackmoore said, “Take the undead and hide in the forest. Everyone meet in my office after the battle.”

However,i paid no heed in all these;that young man,Trythad.I knew his father,Crumorin Trythard;In fact,he was one of my best friends.He died 7 years ago,killed by a death knight at the early stages of the Scourge's invasion in Lordaeron.The last time i have seen this boy was at Crumorin's funeral,when he was still a squire in the Order's service.It wasnt time for memories though,because the undead were still all around us."Blackmoore" i shooted "isnt this like the good old days against the Horde?"."Against the Horde?" he replied laughing "No;its better.Now we can kill them with our spells also" unleashing a healing spell burning down a ghoul

[KalziEast]

This is off topic... Many people such as " rooty dead rain " said this: " I saw a forsaken figure dangerously close to one of the Humans it seemed to be fighting with them; I stretched out my right arm and sent a death coil to the Forsaken… " He's a human... He sent a Death Coil... It's sad to see so many people with ignorance levels so high... They thing Humans can use Death Coils... ONLY THE UNDEAD USE THIS IN THE GAME... -_- I'm done

[KnightOfNnee]

Off topic: I'm glad to see this coming along so well. I just wanted to say to Gastone that I liked your post. And to Blackmoon, I'm not in charge here but I doubt anyone will mind you joining, and I was actually hoping for a dwarf to come along. Well I'm off for now, but I'll post again soon!

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

This is off topic... Many people such as " rooty dead rain " said this: " I saw a forsaken figure dangerously close to one of the Humans it seemed to be fighting with them; I stretched out my right arm and sent a death coil to the Forsaken… " He's a human... He sent a Death Coil... It's sad to see so many people with ignorance levels so high... They thing Humans can use Death Coils... ONLY THE UNDEAD USE THIS IN THE GAME... -_- I'm done

**OFF TOPIC**

Game?, i see no game here?, only undead? where the hell does it say that?, i don't think we'll be seeing much undead rogues, and warriors using death coil...hmmm i wonder why...maybe because only warlocks and priests can use dark magic... :lol: funny how ppl can pick out mistakes out of other people's post but not theres...

Im done [-

[Gastone]

Off topic: I'm glad to see this coming along so well. I just wanted to say to Gastone that I liked your post. And to Blackmoon, I'm not in charge here but I doubt anyone will mind you joining, and I was actually hoping for a dwarf to come along. Well I'm off for now, but I'll post again soon!


Thank you,but i must say that yours alongside Cencrill's are by far the best i have read thus far.Good job people! :thumbsup:

[The Flamestrike]

Um...people, is this thread dead or something?

[Fenikkusu]

think we waiting for doublehex to tell his story

[Blackmoore]

Yeah...he's a major character and we can't get anywhere without his story.

[The Flamestrike]

Doublehex has been gone for 9 days now. He has to post soon, or this game will die. :grrr:

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

Has Hex been to the forums lately? or hasn't he just posted anything in this thread?...hopefully he posts soon...

[Cenkrill]

That or we could just make it look like his character gets killed or something, that way if he wants join back in later it'd all still make sence and in the mean time we can continue without him.

[The Flamestrike]

OOC: It seems Doublehex is gone for now. In the meantime, I'll write him out now, so that we can continue with the game. If he wants to come back, he can.

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow
History: The youngest and last son of the late Elven King of Quel'Thalas, Terald came about when the Elf King fell in love with a mortal woman called Feralt. But as he was an Elf, and she was a Human, they could not marry, although a child was conceived, and Feralt named it Terald. Sadly, Feralt died giving birth to Terald. So the Elven King took Terald back to be raised in Quel'Thalas, gave him his own last name, Sunstrider, and had Alleria Windrunner herself teach the Human/Elf in the ways of the warrior. For a short time, Terald was one of the most gifted soldiers the Elves had, and ranked high in the ranger corps. However, it wasn't to last. The Orc Horde invaded Quel'Thalas and tore apart the forests, and only by managing to hold a small woodland fort against the beasts could Alleria, Terald, and the surviving soldiers escape. Alleria then had to leave for the Dark Portal, and so her younger sister Sylvanas Windrunner took up Terald's training where Alleria left off, as Quel'Thalas was slowly restored to it's former glory. But then Arthas and the Undead Scourge destroyed Quel'Thalas in battle, and killed the Elven King, despite Terald's and the other Elves best efforts to stop the Undead. Terald went into a rage as Arthas killed his father and Sylvanas, and dueled him, but Arthas badly wounded him and left the half-Elf for dead. However, Terald was found by a group of resistant fighters led by Finnall Goldensword and healed by them. The half-Elf thanked them and Terald then left for Human Stormwind. Now, he wanders the world, seeking his destiny.

"Well Undead, I think it's time to explain what you were doing leaving our base like that." Blackmoore said slowly.

There was a long, tense pause as the Undead seemed to think. We all watched him unblinkingly, as if he might vanish at any minute. You could almost slice the tension with a sword. Finally, the silence was broken as he spoke.

"I left the camp to help you all. If I had left you, the Forsaken would have chased after me alone, and the Human fortress we are in wouldn't be in danger from them. I had sighted the Forsaken essense coming from the north, and so I had to go as far away from you all as possible. But I was apprehended before I could get away." With that, he shot me a glare, which I returned.

There was more silence as each person in the office considered his story.

"An interesting tale," the Paladin Constantine de Valette said. "But how do we know that you're telling the truth?"

"It's not that impossible that he could have been going there to join them." I mused.

This brought up a load of anti-Undeath cries.

"The Undead aren't known to be that trustworthy, you know," the Mage Spyck Daymen said in a slightly sarcastic voice.

"For all we know, he could be Sylvanas' right hand man!" Trick Ironblow yelped.

"They were made by Demons; they are Demons," the Night Elf Rolen murmured.

Blackmoore hushed us all with a wave of his hand, then spoke.

"Undead, I will give you the benefit of the doubt for now, but it currently seems best if you leave. Danger seems to follow you like the wind. It seems best to keep the Forsaken out of Stormwind. No hard feelings, but it is for the best."

With that, the Undead bowed, then a bright light surrounded him, and he vanished. At last, he was gone, and now I could bring up my plan.

"So now that that's done, has anyone got any ideas as to what we do next?" Constantine asked.

I spoke first.

"Before I ever found that Undead, my plans had been to start a force to harass the Horde and Forsaken forces, and perhaps drive them back north. I was wondering, did any of you want to come along?"


OOC: I hope this satisfies you all. If no-one likes it, I'll let someone else post.

[Doublehex]

OOC: sorry i didnt post for a while. i was at a week long music festival in New Hamsphire. I should of said that sooner.

[Fenikkusu]

took this out because doublehex finally came around. I'll post what I had here after hes done with his post.

[Doublehex]

I'll post what I whant my character to say of why he left the camp when I get home in an hour or two. In lament's term, forget about Flamestrike's post.

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

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

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

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

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


I sighed. These humans seem to be very intent on knowing evrey insty-bitsy little detail about me. Just because I look hideous, and smell like one way too many rotten corpeses dosen't mean I can't ahve privacy, you know?

"Well Undead, we're waiting" said Johan.

I sighed again. "Look, when I decided to start on this quest, I was intent on doing it solo. And I planned to keep it that way. That's why I left."

An interesting tale," the Paladin Constantine de Valette said. "But how do we know that you're telling the truth?"

"It's not that impossible that he could have been going there to join them." said the elf mused.

This brought up a load of anti-Undeath cries.

"The Undead aren't known to be that trustworthy, you know," the Mage Spyck Daymen said in a slightly sarcastic voice.

"For all we know, he could be Sylvanas' right hand man!" Trick Ironblow yelped.

"They were made by Demons; they are Demons," the Night Elf murmured.

Blackmoore hushed us all with a wave of his hand, then spoke.

"Undead, I will give you the benefit of the doubt for now, but it currently seems best if you leave. Danger seems to follow you like the wind. It seems best to keep the Forsaken out of Stormwind. No hard feelings, but it is for the best."

"Wait a minute. Didn't you just hear me? I like to be solo. Alone. No one else."

The general chuckled. " I did hear you undead. But I can't risk you lieing to us, turning out to be a spy, and telling Sylvanas or Arthas, or whoever you may work for, about out location. You're coming with us."

[KalziEast]

Hmm... Nice posts

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Nightelf
Class: Swordsman
Age: Around 1500
Skills: Great Reflexes (dodges more than parrys) Tracking
Weakness: Not very well at looking before leaping, Impulsive
Equipment: Two scimatar blades with Demon Hunter carvings in both to aid in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir with druid carvings that gives the strenght of the Earth to it's weilder; standard lether armor.

I haven't learned as much as I thought I would. So I had to throw out some questions for more information.

"Undead," I looked up straight into the eyes of the rogue, "I don't know anything about you other than you fight the Forsaken. Please, if you will, tell me your name and what this quest you speak of is."

"I'd like to know your name as well and why you helped me back in that battle," he replies as he gives his own glare to me, "I could have easily got myself out of that mob of Forsaken."

"Yes, please, tell us about you Night Elf." The general, Blackmoore I believe they called him, started to grow curious, "All of us know nothing about you."

"My name is Rolen. I served in the battle at Mount Hyjal, where the World Tree stood. I presume you all know everything about the struggle we had with the Burning Legion. Well, when Shando Stormrage heard about the undead still alive in Lordaeron he asked for several Night Elves to travel over seas and come to Stormwind to aid you all in battle."

"Why are you the only one here at the moment?" another paladin's curiousity was growing as well.

"I am the first to arrive, several ships are still at sea. The crew I was with will be arriving here tomorrow. And in a few short days, more Night Elves will come through here and lend their might against the common enemy."

"Well," the High Elf who has mainly kept his watch on the rogue turned to me, "if you are here to help fight the undead, then I will accept you as an ally."

Telling them about Zeir was going to be of no importance to them. I shall be the only one who knows why this sword gives me its power.

"Now I think you learned all you needed to know about me. Blackmoore, send message to other camps that Night Elves will be arriving soon, I ask you to give them a proper welcome."

"Well of course," Blackmoore replies, "the more steel to battle with the better."

"Now I wish to know about the rogue here." My patience ended and now I wanted to gain my information.

"I still don't see why I need to tell you anything, Night Elf."

The rogue tested my patience, but the problem was I had no patience to test. I took out my scimatar and brought it to the undead's neck. He didn't move a single muscle, just kept his dead eyes on me.

"Heh, so little patience. Why are you elves all have no patience or understanding?"

Blackmoore grabbed my wrist and started telling the undead's quest to me, "His name is Garshtnar Garwood." He brought my arm down but I was barely listening to the general. He continued telling me more about the rogue but I payed no attention for I gave no care about his past or his previous life for that life is gone from him and he shall never see it again. But soon the general said a word that caught my attention. "Kajjdorr." I heard that from somewhere, but I don't know from where. It could have been a part of one of the stories Malfurion or one of his druids would tell the young. "Kajjdorr," I know that name, but what is it!?

"Stop human. You said something earlier, a name. Kajjdorr, I have heard about that. What is it?"

"Kajjdorr," the rogue finally spoke, "is the reason I am on MY quest. It will bring me out of this decaying body and bring me back to humanity."

Rolen's thoughts: Resurrecting one's soul...is that the power hidden within Kajjdorr? If It can do that then...I must find this stone, use its power, and revive Zeir! Without him I have no wisdom, no strategy, no magic. I'm just a sword, a tool...a weapon. I am used to kill, and nothing more.

The humans were still talking, but I payed little attention. I only listened for what my next target was going to be for that is all I need to know.

[Blackmoore]

"The sky shall fall once dark again," I muttered. "Unless all of you want to help me do my all night patrol, feel free to go around the city."

"I'll stay." suggested Constaine de Valette.

"You sure? I also got corpse clean-up duty."

"Ah...but what the hell, I need to re-aquaint myslef with your army."

"Fine. One thing Rolen. How many of your troops should I prepare the camps for?"

"Does 3 cohorts sound fine?"

"Fine. Now get the hell out of here."

I pulled out two cigars, handed one to Valette and prepared for our next move


OOC: Sorry for the bad crap I just posted. It's just a filler.

[Doublehex]

Its okay. Not evrey post we make needs to be a major plot.

[Blackmoon]

OOC: Well, I really haven't recieved much comment on whether I can tag along, but I'll just post a short introduction post here. Hope no one has anything against it :)

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
"Oh, so that's what ye smelled, Pint. No wonder ye were upset", I said as I looked at battlefield full of corpses belonging to both humans and undead. I could smell the stench of death hanging in the air and I could just imagine how bad it smelled on my companion's much sharper nose. A group of soldiers were clearing away the dead and taking care of the wounded. I pitied them as that was a job, I'd rather not have myself.

"Come on Pint, let's go ask, what happened here", I said and started walking towards the battlefield. Pint gave me a look, that I translated as "Don't tell me that I have to go there", but followed me soon anyway. The answer to question 'What has happened here' was pretty obvious, but I wanted to know more. After all, a nobleman, who lived nearby, paid quite handsomely for every undead killed and if any lone undeads had survived the battle, I wanted to be the one to find them.

It seemed to have been a fine battle and I wished, I had been there to take part in it, but unfortunately my journey had been delayed by Pint, who had decided to spend the morning fishing. I gave it accusing stare and it replied me with an innocent look. I sighed and looked around for a soldier, who could tell me some details about the battle.

"Ye've had a hell of a battle here, it seems", I shouted as one of the soldiers run by. The soldier turned to face me and looked at me surprised, as if I were the last thing he had expected to see. He was a young man, almost a kid by my standards, and it seemed obvious, that he had not seen many battles in his life. His skin was very pale, although I doubted it was his natural skin-tone, and he looked as if he were about to throw up. When his eyes meeted Pint he turned -if possible- even more pale and I feared he would indeed throw up. A huge bear must not have been what he had expected to find among the corpses.

"Now, now, me lad. Pint is a nice bear and won't hurt ye. And I'm a not-so-nice dwarf, but I won't hurt ye either. Now, if ye give me a description of what happened here, I'll help ye clean this mess." So I spend quite a time helping him clearing out the corpses, while he told me about the battle. I soon learned that he had more guts, than I had thought, and that he had managed to stay relatively calm in chaos of battle. He told me about how the undead launched a surprise attack. He told me about an infernal appearing from nowhere to fight the undead and about a goblin blasting undead with his grenades. Most interresting part of the story was the undead, who had fought alongside the humans against the undead. To my dissappointment, I learned that the retreating undead had done so in an order and that there wouldn't likely be any lone undeads lost nearby.

As I really had nothing better to do, I continued clearing the corpses out even after the soldier had finished his story. Maybe the undead would come back and I'd have my share of the fun too. Or maybe I would learn something more about this renegade undead, who had greatly picked by interrest...

[warloser]

Just a note if you read the word blank in the elvish translation it means my character couldn’t read it.

Name: John Spellmaster
Race: human
Class: mage
Apperance: has brown hair and green eyes, 5 and a half foot tall and and quite weak as are most mages.

I was sitting on the edge of camp and thinking about what to eat for dinner when I got a sudden urge to open my masters ancient elvish spell book to page 472.This is very weird but thinking, what the hell? I had never read the entire book because reading ancient elvish was very boring. Meanwhile my hands flipped though the book to page 534 before I noticed I went too far, I flipped back to 472 and glanced at the page and seeing it was not a spell. Contrary to common belief not all the words in a spell book are spells thought to myself, I doubt that that dunce blackmoore knew this. lost in thought for a few moments I regained my attentiveness when the urge turned to a sharp pain I quickly refocused on the book i read as much as I could.

It is the year blank and I blank of Azsharas highborne now recount the making and hiding of the Kajjdorr crystal. Myself ,a few of the other highborne priests and Azshara herself were creating a artifact that could control life enabling us to give immortality or restore the dead. We had almost completed it when the other scum that is our brothers found out so me and the highborne priests decided to hide the Kajjdorr crystal and to erect 12 runestones to lead our descendants to the it. We recognized that in the future people may forget our language so we enchanted the runestones to change to a language the reader would understand.

I looked up and ran over to de Valette and said gather every body all who know of the crystal and have them meet in Blackmoore’s office and quickly. He immediately ran off to find the others. 10 minutes later every body was assembled and briefed on what I had found out. Then Rolen said, This is great we can find the crystal and use it to kill the horde. It wont be that simple, the crystal was hidden before the Well of Eternity exploded and some of the runestones are underwater. The Well of what asked blackmoore. Not important I said and we cant use magic to get to them they are protected with a anti magic spell. why couldn’t I just swim down there asked the undead. The pressure would squash you. Well that’s it the night elf said. A long silence followed. Not really the little goblin said slowly, I could build a machine to take the undead down to the bottom without getting crushed. Excellent I said you must go to booty bay and build your machine while we find the crystal. The goblin then went to get ready to leave. Well I think we should do the same as the goblin and get ready to go.

[Doublehex]

It was kinda hard to read because I didnt know who was talking and who wasnt. Next time, use "" when speaking and use Italics when thinking.

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.


After speaking with the spellcaster John, Blackmoore once again summoned me into his tent.

In a deep voice, Johan asked me where I came from.

"Came from? Before or after I was crueley murdered by the Undead?"

In a soft voice, Johan answered: "Before."

I softly bit my underlip. "Well, I came from a small family. My mother was the daughter of a governor, and my father...my father, fought in the early days of the second war as a knight, but fought the rest as a paladin. He whould always say to me that the Orcs were the most ruthless, bloodthirsty creatures this side of Alterac. He always told me nothing else about his war days."

"What of your father's rank? I know Constatine brags a bit."

"My father never bragged sir. He concidered his rank a privlige, 'something to be used for the good of others', he whould say to me."

I swallowed a deep swallow, trying my best to hide any tears. "He whould always be so proud of me, my father was. Even when I did something wrong, he was proud of me. I remember this one time, I beat up the son of the teacher, who was bullying a lot of kids. I got to beat for that. But my father saw beyond my teacher's stuborness. He was still so proud..."

Johan turned towards me, and put a hand on my shoulder. "It's okay Garshtnar: you can stop."

"No....It's good-to talk of my past. Of my father's pride in me. I remember the day when he took me to the temple, to begin my traning. I looked into his eyes, and I saw a great light in them. His proudness-his faith."

"Sleep well now Garshtnar. You need rest."

"No I don't."

[TheCrawlingChaos]

What a mess this is! though the little goblin, looking up around the big humans talking around him. There were paladins, mages, a Night elf and even an Undead. He had seen a Night Elf before, but not many of them, when he lived in Kalindor. Now this seemed like a huge war against the undead and it seemed like he was involved in it, even tough his original purpose was to search for his lost parents.

He heard when the big people talked about a magical crystal but didnt pay much attention to it; for him, magic was much more dangerous then his science.

Then the humans had reached a conclusion: the undead was to stay about until they decided what to do with him; aparently he possessed the ‘very important crystal’ and the human in charge didn’t want that to fall in the hands of the Forsaken. Very foolish, thought the goblin, Why the heck don’t they just grab the crystal and send the undead back to the cove where it came from?

When that meeting was unmade, Trick fooled around the GQ, searching for topics to satisfy his curiosity. He ended finding the kitchen and, while no one was paying attention to him, walked around stealing small things. Reagents! Oh! So much reagents everywhere around here! These humans must be good alchemists, otherwise why would they keep so many reagents around! Ah! Look, they keep their foods in the middlest of the chemistry too! This must be a scientific finding from the humans, gotta start to do that too! And, grabbing a piece of uncooked meat, started to eat around, while collecting the substances.

Then a guard walked in the kitchen, saw the goblin eating a piece of fresh meat and, hiding his disgust, informed Trick about a new meeting, where the mage Spellmaster would talk about some topic.

“Ok, ok. Me go.”

Climbing again the stairs Trick found the humans talking about some underwater searching enterprise. Apparently, they had reached a disapointing conclusion; they thought it was impossible to go underwater or something.

“Ah, excuse me sirs, but me can build a underwater machine. I can do that, me sure!”

“Good, then head to Booty Bay and build your machine” said Spellmaster

“Eh, Trick happy to help!”.

The small goblin had heard about the goblins of Booty Bay before, and perhaps there he could search for his parents.

He started to make his arrangements.

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OOC: I think no one is contrary to your admission, Blackmoon. Be welcome to the boat. By the way, everyone is going to Booty Bay? seems like the small goblin is up to many hijinks there. :cheesy:
Will post about the building of the machine after everyone decides where their characters are going to.

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow
History: The youngest and last son of the late Elven King of Quel'Thalas, Terald came about when the Elf King fell in love with a mortal woman called Feralt. But as he was an Elf, and she was a Human, they could not marry, although a child was conceived, and Feralt named it Terald. Sadly, Feralt died giving birth to Terald. So the Elven King took Terald back to be raised in Quel'Thalas, gave him his own last name, Sunstrider, and had Alleria Windrunner herself teach the Human/Elf in the ways of the warrior. For a short time, Terald was one of the most gifted soldiers the Elves had, and ranked high in the ranger corps. However, it wasn't to last. The Orc Horde invaded Quel'Thalas and tore apart the forests, and only by managing to hold a small woodland fort against the beasts could Alleria, Terald, and the surviving soldiers escape. Alleria then had to leave for the Dark Portal, and so her younger sister Sylvanas Windrunner took up Terald's training where Alleria left off, as Quel'Thalas was slowly restored to it's former glory. But then Arthas and the Undead Scourge destroyed Quel'Thalas in battle, and killed the Elven King, despite Terald's and the other Elves best efforts to stop the Undead. Terald went into a rage as Arthas killed his father and Sylvanas, and dueled him, but Arthas badly wounded him and left the half-Elf for dead. However, Terald was found by a group of resistant fighters led by Finnall Goldensword and healed by them. The half-Elf thanked them and Terald then left for Human Stormwind. Now, he wanders the world, seeking his destiny.

I could only watch in stifled anger as the Undead, oh the Light eternally damn him, was easily able to slip right into the weak-minded Humans and their soft spots, and now they were all off on some stupid quest for him to find a crystal called the Kajjdorr to restore him to life. Now finally, they were all going to go underwater to look for this crystal. I couldn't take it anymore. I simply couldn't believe any of it. These fools, they believe that they can save him. But the Human Malphrin is gone, all that's left is this rotting corpse called Garshtnar Garwood. Why waste such power as to restore the dead on some Undead warrior? I headed to Blackmoore's large tent. It was time to sort this.

But as I enetered the canvas tent, I stumbled upon the Undead too. He and Blackmoore seemed to be discussing something important. But I wasn't about to embarass myself.

"Ah, General Blackmoore, exactly the man I wanted to see."

"What is it half-Elf?" he said in a slightly annoyed voice.

"I would just like to know why the hell you're taking all these good warriors and mages, and taking them all away underwater to search for some cure that we aren't even sure has any power, to a rotting corpse that we should just slay like any other Undead we meet."

"Garshtnar isn't just Undead. There's also Humanity in him as well." Blackmoore grunted. The Undead looked as passive as ever.

"No. I've watched as he worms his way into your hearts, making you feel sorry for him, whilst all the time he's luring you into a trap. I've seen what the Undead do to win. The Scourge tricked Prince Arthas into thinking that Frostmourne would do nothing but save his people. The Forsaken tricked Lord Garithos that if he and his army helped them, they'd get their capital back. And in the end, Garithos was slain, and Arthas was turned into the monster that killed my father. It was the Undead that killed my father! It was the Undead that murdered my people! It was the Undead that turned Sylvanas evil! I refuse to help this Undead lure you all to your deaths, so I refuse to help him. I came to these lands looking for men to fight the Horde, not aid it!
It seems that I will simply have to look elsewhere."

With that, I strode off angrily out of the tent, in a blind rage.

[Cenkrill]

Name: Cenkrill
Race: Forsaken
Age: 25
Class: Priest
Equipment: Broadsword, metal greaves and gauntlets, black hooded robe.
Description: Being buried for only a short time, Cenkrill has risen from the dead with only mild signs of decay affecting his hands and feet. He has blonde hair that just reaches past his jaw line and his eyes have golden irises. He is tall with a fairly masculine build and his face is hidden by his hood at all possible times. From a distance he looks human but up close you can see that his skin is pale.
History: Before his untimely death Cenkrill was a priest in a Lordaeron church studying the arts of magic, but soon his attention was drawn to those of a darker origin. He became obsessed with learning the dark spells and finding out their origin, and soon he became consumed by them. At this time the Scourge were everywhere and any act of dark magic lead to a quick execution. The Paladins killed Cenkrill on the same day Arthus ‘succeeded’ his father and lead Lordaeron to its doom. Soon after the Dark Lady Sylvanas claimed Lordearon for her own and Cenkrill was resurrected along with others to bolster her Forsaken ranks. Now he obeys her orders until he finds something else more worthy of his attention.
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Rain pounded down washing away the rivers of blood, yet I remained. The lifeless among the dead is yet still living, it makes no sense. I should be dead… I will be dead if I go back to the Undercity and report my failure, Sylvanas isn’t one who forgives.
There is nothing left for me to do but carry on with my mission, find this crystal, this Kajjdorr. It obviously possesses some power or it would not have gained the Dark Lady’s attention. I will find this object of power… and use it.

I left my steed up amongst the trees and headed towards the town. The moon was clouded and night reigned as I made my way through the darkest of shadows past the guards. Once inside I made my way to a rather large, important looking tent where there seemed to be some sort of meeting.
Once in close proximity of the tent the topic of the conversation was easily heard, and the secrets behind the Kajjdorr were revealed to me. The ability to restore life to the dead, surely one of many powers it grants.
I made my way back to the forest; I could not wait to hear the rest of the conversation for the risk of being found out was immense. Once they leave to find the Kajjdorr I will follow, and when they do find it, I will claim it for my own…

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Nightelf
Class: Swordsman
Age: Around 1500
Skills: Great Reflexes (dodges more than parrys) Tracking
Weakness: Not very well at looking before leaping, Impulsive
Equipment: Two scimatar blades with Demon Hunter carvings in both to aid in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir with druid carvings that gives the strenght of the Earth to it's weilder; standard lether armor.

I stood at the walls of the barracks looking down apon the forest remembering my life back in Kalimdor. There wasn't much to remember. Everything I brought up about how more personal life was empty. I've trained myself my whole life just to fight, never to give in to the more personal feelings. Destruction...is it going to be a part of me for the rest of my life?

"Sir, the general would like to see you!"

I turned around and looked down apon the young soilder, he seemed like he was afraid of me. He caught me at a bad time.

I took a leap down, "Is it Blackmoore?" I asked.

"Y, yes sir."

"Where do I meet him?" He pointed me off to the tent.

As I neared the tent I noticed the High Elf was walking way. He seemed to have been throwing curses at either the undead, the humans, or both. Thinking that I could just make him a bit more angry, I started going his way.

"Sunstrider, is it?" The High Elf turned around to my call.

"What is it that you want." What little patience. Shorter than mine? Close but I'd doubt it.

"Maybe you are the only one that understands. You agree with me that we must destroy the Horde and all of it's soilders!"

"Actually, I give no hatred towards the Horde." He gave me a confused look, "The Horde has done nothing to make me angry. Obviously they have done more than enough to make you snap. There are two things I look down apon the Horde, their killing of Cenarius, and their alliance with the Forsaken. I do understand, however, why they did these two things, I will not hold a grudge on them for defending theirselves and trying to heal others."

"So you have nothing in common with me, your just as useless to me as those humans."

"Hold on there a bit. That was the Horde I was talking about. Even though the Forsaken are a part of the Horde, I think of them as a whole other. I agree that the Forsaken are going to be the downfall of Azeroth unless we, the Alliance, take action!"

Acting takes out a lot of my pride, but for this reason I am accepting it as I love to toy with people.

"So maybe you do understand. But those naive humans only care about that rogue and the Kajjdorr."

"Well I, too, am going to help them find that crystal."

"What!" Heres when I get to toy with him.

"Well of course. I mean didn't that rogue defeat you when you attacked it?"

"How did you find out!?"

"Simply asking around, gathering information." Terald was getting angry but I wouldn't let him leave, just not yet.

"Why are you helping that rogue on a foolish quest for that crystal."

"I believe when we bring the undead back into living flesh, he could aid the Alliance greatly." Not sure I pulled that lie off very well.

"We should just kill the foolish bastard for dying in the first place! Don't you Night Elves believe that nature should be balanced and that resurrecting is throwing that balance off."

The boy's done his research! This kinda hit me at an angle I wasn't expecting.

"I leave that in the mind of the druids. What I'm trying to do is bring you to relize that this rogue is stronger than you. I see how strong you are and I see how strong he is. The comparison doesn't favor you." I've never seen this guy fight, I only heard about him fighting.

"I will get revenge on that rogue if it's the last thing I'll do!" I saw anger, fraustration, and confusion in his eyes. Was I trying to piss him off, or do as I said, make him relize that he can't win this fight. No matter I was enjoying it!

"Still confused, huh? You couldn't kill that undead even if you tried 1000 times. His powers surpasses yours. Didn't you have the surprise attack when you met him?"

"He ambushed me! Plus, the foolish and naive humans wouldn't lay a finger on him!" If eyes could tell the mood of one's heart, his eyes would be fiery red.

"Why don't you just accept the fact that you will never kill this undead rogue and you will never see his corpse rot into the Earth again! Think it was a wise man that said 'if you can't beat 'em, join 'em!'"

He gave out and growl of fraustration and punched the coolest wall. He took out his sword and walked away. Was pretty sure that his anger would stay on that rogue and off of me.

I started speaking to myself, "He thinks training will help him any? Hah, that boy's more ignorant than the humans. The rogue has to be something special to recive the navigation crystals." I gave the boy one last call of "encouragment." "Knock 'em dead, boy!" He gave out another lash of fraustration and continued walking. Think I put a good impression on him. Hope his training goes well because he will need all the training he can get.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

**Off Topic** Glad to see this thread alive again...


**On Topic**
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Name: Spyck Daymen

Race: Human.

Class: Novice Of The Dark Arts.

Age: 28

Appearance: 6'ft 4 , Long Dark Brown Hair , Medium Build , Black Coloured Eyes, Not much of a people Person and Doesn't like anything that isn't Human...

Equipment: He wears a Dark Blue robe with a Hood, It has a Sash around the waist. He also has a Gimp Mask that he wears when he feels lonely....

History: Spyck has had a Troubled past, His parents slaughtered by the undead. His thirst for demonic magic is overwhelming, his heart burns with Dark Powers...He seeks revenge.

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I awake with a bruised body at nightfall; I must have slept all day. My campfire burnt out with my mind hazed with death. The only thing I could think about was the undead that was fighting with the humans, damn fools allying themselves with an un-natural creature like that, Ill burn that corpse myself if I must.

I had decided to go to there encampment and try and get the humans to see what they can not now,

I got up and started walking towards the encampment; I ripped open a portal 40 feet away from the gates of the encampment. I walked close to the gates; some guards seem to notice that I was coming…

“Halt! Who goes there?” shouted one of the footmen guards.

“You may not pass!” shouted the other. I didn’t bother wasting my time and kept walking.

“The die where you stand!!!” the final footman shouted.

They ran towards me with there swords held high, I stuck out my arm and tensed it, I murmured a spell and sent a shadow bolt spell to one of them, I quickly chanted another spell, it went through the bodies of the other two soldiers, sending them to the ground. There souls gone from there bodies, I felt my life-force strengthen,

I sucked there souls straight from there weak bodies. I buffed myself with Demon Armor; and I glowed with renewed light force.

I walked right past the gates it seemed that no one was awake, everyone was asleep. But there was one light on it looked to be of the generals’ quarters. I walked through the encampment, I could sense the undead near with my demon sense skill. The air was foul; but something was behind me I could hear a steed galloping, I quickly ducked out of the way into some bushes.

I saw the riders face, it was pale as the moon, I could feel my head hazing up, it was an undead another one of those freaks. He went towards the Generals tent. He got off his steed and walked towards the tent; he stood there and seemed to be listening to something.

I arose from the bushes and went closely to the tent.

“UNDEAD!!!!” I shouted.

He looked this way with a stunned face.

“DIE!” I yelled. I stretched out my arms towards him, and casted a enormous Immolation spell at the undead…

The undead gazed at the flame coming towards...
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Up to u Cenkrill from here....

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow
History: The youngest and last son of the late Elven King of Quel'Thalas, Terald came about when the Elf King fell in love with a mortal woman called Feralt. But as he was an Elf, and she was a Human, they could not marry, although a child was conceived, and Feralt named it Terald. Sadly, Feralt died giving birth to Terald. So the Elven King took Terald back to be raised in Quel'Thalas, gave him his own last name, Sunstrider, and had Alleria Windrunner herself teach the Human/Elf in the ways of the warrior. For a short time, Terald was one of the most gifted soldiers the Elves had, and ranked high in the ranger corps. However, it wasn't to last. The Orc Horde invaded Quel'Thalas and tore apart the forests, and only by managing to hold a small woodland fort against the beasts could Alleria, Terald, and the surviving soldiers escape. Alleria then had to leave for the Dark Portal, and so her younger sister Sylvanas Windrunner took up Terald's training where Alleria left off, as Quel'Thalas was slowly restored to it's former glory. But then Arthas and the Undead Scourge destroyed Quel'Thalas in battle, and killed the Elven King, despite Terald's and the other Elves best efforts to stop the Undead. Terald went into a rage as Arthas killed his father and Sylvanas, and dueled him, but Arthas badly wounded him and left the half-Elf for dead. However, Terald was found by a group of resistant fighters led by Finnall Goldensword and healed by them. The half-Elf thanked them and Terald then left for Human Stormwind. Now, he wanders the world, seeking his destiny.

I charged off, my body was boiling like an Infernal, no, worse, I couldn't take it anymore. I considered killing myself on the spot. I had nothing left to live for anymore. Everyone and everything that I cared about was gone. Taken by my foes. And those that I thought were my friends turned out to be enemies. Anger was all I had left. Anger for that Undead rogue and everyone else.

I turned to see that bastard Night Elf walking off. I felt more anger as I watched him. How could he mock me like that? I hated him. I hated the Undead Rogue. I hated them all.

Without thinking, I span round and growled like a beast, then charged forward and slammed the surprised Night Elf to the ground. He was rather dazed, and I easily sprang on top of him with my sword drawn and raised.

"You might not think that I can't slay the Undead, but I can certainly kill you for your words!" I murmured, and then sent my blade whistling down towards his heart.

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Nightelf
Class: Swordsman
Age: Around 1500
Skills: Great Reflexes (dodges more than parrys) Tracking
Weakness: Not very well at looking before leaping, Impulsive
Equipment: Two scimatar blades with Demon Hunter carvings in both to aid in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir with druid carvings that gives the strenght of the Earth to it's weilder; standard lether armor.

I watched as the High Elf walked away with anger running through his vains. I toyed with him long enough and started to walk away.Sad to say, but that could have been one of the biggest mistakes I have every dont in my life. Sunstrider came chraging at me, I had no time to react. I was tackled to the ground with the words of the High Elf, "You might not think that I can't slay the Undead, but I can certainly kill you for your words!"

His sword was thrusted towards my heart. I gave a swing to the Elf's arm to avoid a fatal blow. His sword landed in the ground between my body and my arm. Judging by how far his sword went in the ground I would have died in an instant.

I kicked Sunstrider off of me and gained my ground. "Don't you think I am better than that!" Those words were lose but now I was able to hold strong.

"If you wish to kill me than thats fine, but there is no need to attack from behind!"

"Shut Up!" Maybe toying with his head wasn't such a great idea after all. "I hate you! I hate you!" His rampage was great but his head wasn't kept in focus. I took out my long sword, Zeir, a began concentrating.

Sunstrider gave out a heart piercing cry and charged at me. I only wish he would have roared before he tackled me. With Zeir I was easily able to parry his attacks. His fraustration was getting the best of him. And now he is unleashing it on me because I touched something I shouldn't have. I jumped back and began chanting the only magic I knew.

Sunstrider gave out another cry of dispair and charged at me. Before he got to close I let out a powerful shockwave, to bad I never figured out how to make it hurt my target but atleast it pushes them away. "Want to try again, boy." I swear for a moment that his eyes actually did turn red. I still held my ground against his rage. Each slash and each strike he sent my way was complete blind. But a blind man would be able to hit a target if you give him enough chances. He was starting to focus more and his attacks came closer and closer till he started slashing my armor. I had to get him away from me, but I couldn't hurt him to much. I jumped back to prepare another shockwave but he was ready this time and jump as I lauched my attack. He came diving on to me, I jumped away avoiding death. I threw my sword at him with the druid carvings glowing. As Sunstrider parried my attack the force of the blow sent him down on his back.

"Give up young one, I have had a millinium of experience in battle. If I wished to kill you I would."

"SHUT UP!" seemed to be the only words I would get out of him. No, wait, I forgot, "I hate you!"

"You...the humans...Arthas...the Undead...I hate you all!!!" Finally the gaurds located us and came after Sunstrider. I knew they would be easy prey for the rage within this elf. I put all the power I had into a strong shockwave that would throw him into the wall. "Been fun playing with you. Time for you to go!" With that I launched my shockwave which easily threw the boy into some barrels of ale. The guards easily got a hold of him and pulled his weapons away.

I went to Sunstrider to tell him why he lost. "You let rage be you only weapon. You cant just throw your blades around especially when you are dualing. Yes maybe the berserker style attacks work on a mob of foolish undead, but when you fight a skilled swordsman you would be in the same place the rest of your people would be. Now if you are trying to kill the undead than you might want to get some allys, you alone will do nothing against them. By attacking me you only made a new enemy."

Sunstrider still had the anger and the rage flow through his veins. "I will have my revenge on you...on the rogue...on Arthas...on everyone..."

I put Zeir away and took out one of my scimatars just for safety. I pulled the Elf out of the puddle of ale and continued talking. "Vengence...for it may be one of the things that makes this world go around, holding a grudge like that will leave you in your own grave. If you want to fight the undead then I will help you, but you've got to calm yourself down and not let your anger get the best of you." With those words I left, but this time, I kept an eye on him.

[warloser]

Name: John Spellmaster
Race: human
Class: mage
Appearance: has brown hair and green eyes, 5 and a half foot tall and and quite weak as are most mages.

I was sitting on the ground thinking about food when I saw Terald charging the night elf. Just before Teralds sword went though the night elves chest I sent a frostbolt spell knocking Terald off Rolen and very cold. Before he could recover I said.’ are you cold, ill fix that! An enormous flamestrike surrounded Terald. I then stood at the ready with my staff clutched in my right hand above my head and my left hand at waist level with lightning jumping from finger to finger. ‘’Want some more!’’ luckily for Terald Blackmoore had seen the flamestrike and now demanded I put my staff down after a few seconds I obeyed. I then told blackmoore what had happened and he said that we should get in his office.

[Blackmoon]

Name: Lunarc Bloodbeard
Race: Dwarf
Class: Hunter/Warrior
Weapons: A Long Rifle called “One-Shot”. Two ordinary Battle Axes.
Skills: Survival, Tracking
Age: 79
Misc: Has an animal companion, a bear called Pint
They say that a dwarf never misses a chance to earn some gold and I had a feeling I should examine the case of this renegade undead a bit closer. After I had helped a bit at clearing the corpses, I sent Pint to a nearby forest to wait for me, while I headed towards the town. It was late evening, but I hoped I could ask around a bit until nightfall.

It was soon clear to me, that the kid in the battlefield had seen right: there was indeed a rogue undead here. The more I heard, the more interrested I got and more sure I became, that in one way or another, there was some money to be made here.

I shared some of my gold with a bored watchman and soon learned that I could find the undead at General Blackmoore's tent. Hmm... Blackmoore. Haven't I heard of him, I thought. It was almost dark, but I decided to take a walk near Blackmoore's tent hoping to see this undead with my own two eyes.

As I approached the tent, a high elf suddenly came out looking like he would want to tear the entire camp down with his bare hands. As I intendted to continue towards the tent, I spotted another elf coming towards the tent. But this one was a night elf. The elves got into a conversation -or it rather looked like an argument to me- and the high elf became even more angry.

I hid in the nearby shadows and tried to sneak close enough to hear what they were saying. For a dwarf, I can stay hidden quite well and if they were both humans, I would have been able to sneak quite close undetected, but even sneaking up on a high elf would be very risky for me, not to mention sneaking on a night elf.

Fortunately, they were too concentrated on eachother to notice me and I heard some of their conversation:

"How did you find out!?"

"Simply asking around, gathering information."

"Why are you helping that rogue on a foolish quest for that crystal." Hmm... a crystal... what crystal?

"I believe when we bring the undead back into living flesh, he could aid the Alliance greatly."

"We should just kill the foolish bastard for dying in the first place! Don't you Night Elves believe that nature should be balanced and that resurrecting is throwing that balance off."

"I leave that in the mind of the druids. What I'm trying to do is bring you to relize that this rogue is stronger than you. I see how strong you are and I see how strong he is. The comparison doesn't favor you."

"I will get revenge on that rogue if it's the last thing I'll do!" The high elf was getting more an more angry and for a moment I thought there was going to be a fight between these two.

"Still confused, huh? You couldn't kill that undead even if you tried 1000 times. His powers surpasses yours. Didn't you have the surprise attack when you met him?" The night elf really seemed to enjoy annoying the high elf. Well, good for me as I might hear something useful. In fact, I had already learned quite alot about the undead and the situation here in the camp.

"He ambushed me! Plus, the foolish and naive humans wouldn't lay a finger on him!"

"Why don't you just accept the fact that you will never kill this undead rogue and you will never see his corpse rot into the Earth again! Think it was a wise man that said 'if you can't beat 'em, join 'em!'"

At this point the high elf started walking away utterly frustatrated. The night elf started walking away too and I hoped the shadows and environment gave me enough cover for him not to spot me. I'd have hard time explaining to an angry night elf, why I was lurking in the shadows near the general's tent. Fortunately, the elves mind was on other matters and he passed my hiding spot without noticing me there. Just when I was about to release a sigh of relief, the high elf charged at the night elf and slammed him to the ground.

I was shocked and could not decide whether to intervene or not...

[Doublehex]

Things are becoming very intresting. Good job guys. But I think we need Cenkrill to post now.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

*OFF TOPIC*

guys if my post seems a little weird i was writing it while Fenikkusu was writing his...so i didn't know what he was gonna write...so yeh im gonna wait for cenkrill to post...

[Cenkrill]

Not- A bit rushed
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Name: Cenkrill
Race: Forsaken
Age: 25
Class: Priest
Equipment: Broadsword, metal greaves and gauntlets, black hooded robe.
Description: Being buried for only a short time, Cenkrill has risen from the dead with only mild signs of decay affecting his hands and feet. He has blonde hair that just reaches past his jaw line and his eyes have golden irises. He is tall with a fairly masculine build and his face is hidden by his hood at all possible times. From a distance he looks human but up close you can see that his skin is pale.
History: Before his untimely death Cenkrill was a priest in a Lordaeron church studying the arts of magic, but soon his attention was drawn to those of a darker origin. He became obsessed with learning the dark spells and finding out their origin, and soon he became consumed by them. At this time the Scourge were everywhere and any act of dark magic lead to a quick execution. The Paladins killed Cenkrill on the same day Arthus ‘succeeded’ his father and lead Lordaeron to its doom. Soon after the Dark Lady Sylvanas claimed Lordearon for her own and Cenkrill was resurrected along with others to bolster her Forsaken ranks. Now he obeys her orders until he finds something else more worthy of his attention.
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The fire approached at a rapid speed leaving little time to act. I leapt from my mount and went sprawling to the ground, the ball of fire narrowly missing me. I rose, a black robed figure amongst the ever flowing rain. I pointed my hand towards the human, the drenched cloth sagging heavily from my arm.

‘Pain.’ The human winced as the shadow word took affect. I studied his agony twisted face as he let out another fire ball. With the pain he was enduring he could no longer keep his aim, the flame went soaring past into a nearby building. ‘You, a human dares to challenge me?’ He went to cast another spell but I already began Mind Rot. His hands flew to his head as he felt his will to cast spells dwindle. ‘A lowly, pathetic human dares to challenge me?’ I began walking towards him, my arm still outstretched. ‘You look somewhat familiar… I’ve seen you somewhere before’

The fire ball that hit the nearby building earlier had grown large and now engulfed its entire framework. The light attracting members of the community

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow
History: The youngest and last son of the late Elven King of Quel'Thalas, Terald came about when the Elf King fell in love with a mortal woman called Feralt. But as he was an Elf, and she was a Human, they could not marry, although a child was conceived, and Feralt named it Terald. Sadly, Feralt died giving birth to Terald. So the Elven King took Terald back to be raised in Quel'Thalas, gave him his own last name, Sunstrider, and had Alleria Windrunner herself teach the Human/Elf in the ways of the warrior. For a short time, Terald was one of the most gifted soldiers the Elves had, and ranked high in the ranger corps. However, it wasn't to last. The Orc Horde invaded Quel'Thalas and tore apart the forests, and only by managing to hold a small woodland fort against the beasts could Alleria, Terald, and the surviving soldiers escape. Alleria then had to leave for the Dark Portal, and so her younger sister Sylvanas Windrunner took up Terald's training where Alleria left off, as Quel'Thalas was slowly restored to it's former glory. But then Arthas and the Undead Scourge destroyed Quel'Thalas in battle, and killed the Elven King, despite Terald's and the other Elves best efforts to stop the Undead. Terald went into a rage as Arthas killed his father and Sylvanas, and dueled him, but Arthas badly wounded him and left the half-Elf for dead. However, Terald was found by a group of resistant fighters led by Finnall Goldensword and healed by them. The half-Elf thanked them and Terald then left for Human Stormwind. Now, he wanders the world, seeking his destiny.

I was still angry, but I had learnt my lesson. I left Rolen and the guards and went out for a stroll around the barracks to cool down in the night air. But I was suddenly knocked to my feet as I saw a nearby military building burst into flames. I jumped up and saw a large Undead warrior approaching an agonized Human Mage. For a second I thought it was Garshtnar Garwood, but to my disappointment it was a different Undead. But then my mind jumped. If I could slay him, I could prove to that Night Elf and everyone else that I was a good warrior! I quickly headed to the battle.

The Undead mage warrior was about to shoot a Death Coil at the Human Mage, when I cried: "Undead!" He turned.

I shot a Searing Arrow from my magic bow. It left bright sparks in it's wake as the arrow approached him. However, the Undead saw the fire arrow and twisted to the side, so the arrow only hit his right shoulder, instead of his neck. I cursed, but the fire arrow had melted through the armour and at least wounded him and weakened his arm. He grunted as he pulled the arrow from his wounded shoulder, the fire burning his wound. He waved his hand and a breath of cold extinguished the flames. Then he looked up.

"Who dares attack me, Cenkrill!?" he bellowed. So that was his name. Cenkrill.

I smirked as I said: "None other than Terald Sunstrider, Prince Of Quel'Thalas and son of the Elven King!"

He spat as he spoke. "Hah! The Elves are weak! We slaughtered them easily!"

That hurt. "You'll think differently once I'm done!" I barked, and sent a wave of frost at the Undead, who promptly destroyed it with a fireball, sending icicles everywhere.

"Is that the best you can do?" he mocked.

Then he hurled a wave of dark, buzzing, evil insects at me, which I destroyed with a beam of light from my hand that sliced through them scaterring the creatures. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Humans gathering around us, but nobody wanted to enter this arena.

"It seems we are matched on magic, Elf!" Cenkrill roared.

"Then let's settle this by the old fashioned way, the sword!" I shouted, as I drew my battle sword from it's sheath. I noticed him doing the same with his broadsword. We charged.

Our swords both met, in a flurry of sparks. For a few seconds it was a deadlock, and then Cenkrill lunged forward with his weapon knocking me off balance. He came onto me and swung at my neck, which I deflected with my blade, sending it spiralling backards. He seemed angry, but carried on with an upwards thrust. I sprang back, the blade barely missing my head. I retaliated with a sidewards chop, which was knocked back at me. Then Cenkrill punched me in the face, and I staggerred backwards, raising my sword to try and defend myself. The Undead broadsword came down onto my sword, and to my horror, broke it in two, sending me to my knees. Cenkrill laughed as he walked up to me.

"Pathetic. You actually thought you could beat me?"

"Watch this then!" I cried.

As he cackled, I pulled out my dagger and stabbed him in the leg. He shrieked with pain, and thrust his sword straight into my stomach. I felt my body turning faint with the absoloute pain. My armour had managed to stop some of the blow, but my own red blood poured freely from my leather tunic where the sword had pierced. Cenkrill had removed the knife from his body, and now he towered over me. I tried to stay conscious as he spoke.

"You're going to pay for that, miserabe Elf!" he muttered, as he brought his blade over his head for the final, killing blow. But as it came towards me, I managed to grab the sharp end shard of my broken sword and plunge it into Cenkrill's chest with my last,failing strength. As he gasped with pain, I felt myself collapsing with agony from the sword wound. Cenkrill slowly retreated, grunting in pain and anger as he clutched his wounds, and teleported away.

My vision swayed, and as I saw figures rushing over to me, I felt everything black out into nothing.


OOC: Hope you liked it. If it isn't good enough, Cenkrill can post the battle.

[Blackmoon]

Name: Lunarc Bloodbeard
Race: Dwarf
Class: Hunter/Warrior
Weapons: A Long Rifle called “One-Shot”. Two ordinary Battle Axes.
Skills: Survival, Tracking
Age: 79
Misc: Has an animal companion, a bear called Pint
I soon noticed that the night elf didn't need my help at all. Both of them were skillful fighters, but the high elf was too angry to be able to concentrate much. Both me and Pint are much more dangerous when angered than normally, but that rarely seems to be the case among elves. It must have something to do with all that magic and stuff.

As the elves were fighting, I slipped further away from them and hid behind nearby barrels. A sweet smell of ale came to my nose and for my great delight I realized I had hidden myself behind barrels of ale. I'll just take a little sip, I thought and started opening one of the barrels. Suddenly I heard an eerie sound and looked up ... and saw the high elf flying towards me as if thrown by some invisible force.

Oh, crap, I thought and quickly rolled away from the barrels as the elf smashed towards them spilling all the precious ale to the ground. Couldn't he have waited just a little longer, I thought as I looked for some cover. I saw another pile of barrels and hid behind them. To by great dissappointment they smelled fish instead of ale. I sighed peek behind the barrels to see what was happening. I saw the night elf preaching to the high elf about how he shouldn't let his rage control him in battle. Nonsense, I thought, you just need to learn how to use its full potential.

As the elves and all the watchmen alerted by the fight went on with their business, I sneaked back to the ale barrels to see if there was any ale left. I found one almost intact and started opening it. Suddenly I heard an eerie sound and looked up ... and saw a building burst into flames.

Life is certainly ain't dull around here, I thought and ran towards the building. This time I had no reason to sneak around as there was alot of people heading towards the building and if someone paid attention to a dwarf there, then I'd be damned. As I closed in, I saw that same high elf casting some kind of frost spell towards an undead. That elf is quite good at getting into fights, I thought.

As the elf and undead hurled spells towards eachother everyone seemed unwilling to get into that fight. I looked for a good spot and grabbed my One-Shot and took aim. Just when I had a good aim at the undead, the elf and undead closed to a close combat. I cursed, as I couldn't take a shot without risking hitting to the elf.

I stood with the crowd and saw how the battle went on...

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

Name: Spyck Daymen

Race: Human.

Class: Novice of the Dark Arts.

Age: 28

Appearance: 6'ft 4 , Long Dark Brown Hair , 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 robe with a Hood; He also has a Gimp Mask that he wears when he feels lonely....

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 seeks revenge.

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The undead sprang out of the way of my Spell, It was raining heavily, my robe was wet, the undead rose from the ground, he stretched out his arm
at me.

‘Pain’ murmured the undead, I then felt a searing pain in my head, I let out another Immolation spell, I was blinded by the pain, the flame hurled past the undead into a building, and it set alight.

‘You, a human dares to challenge me?’ *Ill show u what a human can do fool*
I tried casting another spell, but I felt my head burning, it was going to explode, my hands went straight to my head, I fell to the floor with pain,
I couldn’t even move it was just to painful.

I saw that the undead was coming closer; he then spoke ‘‘you look somewhat familiar… I’ve seen you somewhere before’. My misguided Immolation spell seemed to have engulfed the whole building that it hit, Bells started to
ring people started to gather, I clenched my head, until the pain started
to settle.

I looked up and it seemed to be a high elf that was speaking to the undead. They started fighting there magic’s clashed, then they un-sheathed there swords, then there swords parried, sparks flew everywhere.

I still had a slight migraine and couldn’t really tell what happened after that, all I knew is that the undead was strong so was the elf, and that I would need something stronger then arcane magic to fight this kind of evil.

I knew that I would have to use the dark arts to defeat him…*Next time we meet undead ill be ready…*

My mind started to flash images until I passed out, the last image was of the undead ripping a portal open. Then everything went dark…

[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 on a riverbank, smoking my pipe, when Johan came to me. I tuned towards him, as he had the smell of soot on him.

"Garshtnar! Theres been an attack!"

"How many?"

"One!"

"One undead?"

"Some type of battle mage. He had an odd helmet on."

"What did the helmet look like?"

"It was made from iron, and had these odd spikes around the top."

My eyes widened. Cenkrill.

"Bring me to him!" I yelled as I stood up.

"He already teleported away."

"Who's wounded."

"Only one: Terald."

"The one who hates my guts?"

"That's the one."

"Don't tell me: he foolishly charged into battle with him, and is either mortaily wounded, or dead."

"He got stabbed in the stomach. He's turning pail."

"He's becoming a forsaken."

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Nightelf
Class: Swordsman
Age: Around 1500
Skills: Great Reflexes (dodges more than parrys) Tracking
Weakness: Not very well at looking before leaping, Impulsive
Equipment: Two scimatar blades with Demon Hunter carvings in both to aid in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir with druid carvings that gives the strenght of the Earth to it's weilder; standard lether armor.

Poor kid. So much to learn about his own emotions. Control is what keeps you alive.

I sat on a small hill near the base looking up into the stars and the moon.

"Elune, you couldn't possibly make him just a bit more controllable now can't ya?"

Seems that my wish was set aside as the clouds began to cover up the moon.

"Guess not. Can't blame me for trying though."

A moment later I could smell smoke in the air. I rushed back to the base to see what has happened. Before I entered the gates a sensed a strong force of magic from behind me. I looked back and saw a gate being ripped open. Out stepped a very powerful, sinister looking undead. I would not bother him at all since I knew his magic would easily defeat mine. Sad to say, a weak shockwave doesn't do all that well in an open area. The undead closed his portal and as it disappeared our eyes met. He wasn't afraid of me, and I wasn't afraid of him. But judging by how he walked he previously fought, most likely was the cause of the fire in the base. He walked off and I went on running towards to source of the smoke.

I quickly found the location of the fire and it was already under control. So I didn't have to worry about that. I looked around for anyone who could have told me what happened. Not many looked like they knew exactly what happened except on person.

"Hey, you, dwarf!"

The dwarf turned around and the moment he saw me he tried to get away. I was confused as of to why he ran but I gave a short chase. I jumped up onto the rooftops and watched the dwarf run with his gun in hand. He took a turn and then peeped his head of the corner to see if I followed. When he didn't notice me he kept walking, thats when he bumped into me. He pulled out his fun and pointed it at me.

"Woah there son, you could blast an eye out with that."

"What do you want!" He seemed to be jumping to conclusions, judging by his look he was ready for a fight.

"Hey, I'm not here to fight, I'm here to gather information. First, let me introduce myself. The names Rolen, could you tell me what happened here?"
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OOC: Blackmoon you're up.

[Blackmoon]

Name: Lunarc Bloodbeard
Race: Dwarf
Class: Hunter/Warrior
Weapons: A Long Rifle called “One-Shot”. Two ordinary Battle Axes.
Skills: Survival, Tracking
Age: 79
Misc: Has an animal companion, a bear called Pint
If someone paid attention to a dwarf there, then I'd be damned, I had thought earlier. It was just my typical dwarven luck that I was indeed payed attention. Even by the same night elf I had spied earlier.

Apparently he did not know about my spying, so I relaxed a bit and stop pointing him with One-Shot. "Information, huh?"

"To cut it short an undead attacked yer camp here", I said. "Well, I don't think it really attacked, rather was caught spying." My voice failed a bit during the last words.

"Yes, I think I saw that undead leaving the camp", the night elf said. "He seemed very powerful."

"Aye, that it was", I responded. "I've fought many undeads during me life, but never would I go against undead like that alone."

"So what happened?" the night elf asked.

"Well, just as I was about to have a sip of ale, there was this explosion and that building burst in flames. I ran to see what was happening and saw the undead and a mage lying next to it holding his head in pain. And then the high elf attacked it."

"High elf? Teraldi?"

"Ye, the one ye were fighting-", I gasped realizing I had told too much. I quickly tried to make him forget my words by saying: "The elf managed to drive the undead off, but was badly wounded in fight. Stabbed in stomach, he was."

The night elf quietly said something in his own language, but from the tone of his voice I understood it was nothing good. "Where was he taken?" he then asked in common.

"Yer general Blackmoore came and the priests took the elf somewhere. I umm.... heard Blackmoore went to look for the rogue undead-" again I realized I had probably said more than was healthy. Dwarves aren't born to lie nor keep secrets. "The wound looked quite bad and the elf was already turning pale when they took him away", I said hastily. "Maybe ye want to go see him? They took him to the medical tent."

"Yes, I do, but as I'm new here, I'm afraid I don't know where that tent is", the elf said. "Could I perhaps ask you to take me to him?"

Damn, I hoped he'd just go there and leave me alone, I thought. Oh,well... "Aye, follow me", I said a bit depressed and started walking towards the tent, where I had seen the priests take the elf...

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Nightelf
Class: Swordsman
Age: Around 1500
Skills: Great Reflexes (dodges more than parrys) Tracking
Weakness: Not very well at looking before leaping, Impulsive
Equipment: Two scimatar blades with Demon Hunter carvings in both to aid in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir with druid carvings that gives the strenght of the Earth to it's weilder; standard lether armor.

"Aye, follow me."

As I followed the dwarf I wondered how he knew I was fighting Sunstrider in the first place.

"Hey, dwarf, whats your name?"

"The name's Lunarc Bloodbeard. Pleased to meet ya."

"Yes, like wise. Anyways, how did you know about me and Terald fighting earlier?"

"Umm, uhhh, yea." Lunarc got a little nervous.

"Heh, you spied on us didn't ya."

"Uhhh...yes?"

"Good show, never thought that I'd get so careless but since I've been in Azeroth it seems things go past me without me noticing. Well done, you hid yourself well."

"Uhhhh...Thanks?"

I try to tell Sunstrider to focus yet I have trouble being careless. That will have to be something I need to work on. Guess after living over a millinia you get just a little bit careless.

After that Lunarc didn't say much until we arrived to the building.

"Thank you Lunarc, will you be joining me?"

"Uhhh, no not at the moment, I have my own things to attend to."

"Very well, thanks again."

"Aye, no problem."

I entered the building and was greeted by the priest. I asked him where I would fine Sunstrider and he took me to his bed.

"Hah, digging your grave close to perfect now aren't you boy. You foolish bastard, taking on an undead with such power. Maybe I should just slice your head off and be done with you."

"You...are the last person I wanted to see."

"Damn, you mean I got lower than that rogue. I must be cruel."
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OOC: OK Flamestrike, I got Terald pissed at Rolen again, have fun!

[Gastone]

Name:Constantine de Valette
Age:40
Class:Paladin
Equipment:Enchanted Full plate,Holy warhammer of faith,Holy spellbook
Description:Average height,gray hair and beard,black eyes,goodnatured and benevolent.
History:Constantine was born and raised in Stormwind,thus living the first great wars with the Horde,which makes him preoccupied when it comes with Orcs.He fought at Lordaeron under the command of Uther,and after Arthas treachery and Uther's death he left with Jaina to Kalimdor,where he fought under the shadow of the Tree of Eternity.Now he returnes to Azeroth to help defend once more his homeworld.
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As the night fell over the bloodstained battlefield,i left Blackmoore's office and headed to my tent.The little Goblin,Trick,who helped us in the battle offered to build us some kind of a machine that could take us underwater."Under the sea;for Uther's sake,we are Humans,not Naga;and i hope that there wont be any Naga at all there." i muttered,disturbed only by the very thought of it.I entered the tent,and tired as i was from the last battle,i layed at the bed,and the sleep came quickly to close my eyes.

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"Sir!Constable De Valette!Lord Blackmoore requires your services sir." I opened my eyes with difficulty,yawning and streching my arms as i got up from the bed."My services?What for?" i asked the soldier,who seemed really impatient."What for sir?An undead sneaked int the camp and severely injured Prince Sunstrider in his chest.The priests took him to the field hospital,but they dont seem to be able to help him".The soldier seemed to be amazed by my ignorance.An undead?Here?If he was on his own,he apparently is very powerfull,powerfull enought to act on his own.Not to mention that he woudned Sunstrider,who has skill in battle.Things are getin more and more serious i thought."Thank you soldier,tell General Blackmoore that i am on my way"
I took my spellbook and rushed out of the tent;the image struck me as if i had just arrived in a besieged city;A building was on fire,while a second one next to it was ablzed too;Soldiers were running around,carrying buckets filled with water,trying to cooldown the fire."By all the gods,this undead inflicted quite a lot of damage" i said as i was entering the tent,still my wyes focused at the toying fires.
"Sir,pray the light you are here;we cant do anything for this wound and his skin is turning more and more pale every second passing by" said full of agony one of the priest.Terald was layed on a bed,with an open wound in his stomach;However,neither the wound was bleeding,nor Terald was shouting from pain;Instead,he was layed there,still,not even his eyebrows moving,his face looking peacefull,as if he was sleeping;This was the one thing that realy disturbed me.I turned to one of the guards and said "private,you know where colonel Trythad is?" "Yes,sir,he is overseeing the fireworkers" "Good;go bring him here please.And tell him to bring his spellbook" The soldier waved and left."We will need all our healing powers if we are to save him" i muttered,as i turned againt to Terald.

[Blackmoore]

General Blackmoore
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I arrived at the tent.

"Good lord! It may seem I have eyes on the back of my head, but what in the name of the light has just happenned?!"

I stood over the sickening figure. Although Terald seemed hate my guts to hell, no human, elf, dwarf, or any living being should have to suffer like this.

"Sir, he was stabbed by an undead." One of my footmen replied.

"My god! Can your vision be any more inept! You let a god damn undead just waltz into a camp? What the hell were you thinking?!"

"Well Sir..."

"It was a rhetorical question. Now beat it."I barked. As soon as the footman left, I turned to the Constable. "Valette, we can only try. We must be careful. One wrong spell from the light could send Terald spinning. And..."

"Sir! Fire in Quadrant 62!"

This really started to tick me off."********! Do what you can. Get Lieutenant Hashmen to direct. Valette, I'll be back."

* * *

The smokey haze blocked out what was left of the daylight. The ashes skittered arcross our city center. It was a mess, but it was a good thing we contained it quickly.

"Hashmen!"

"Sir! What can I do for you?"

"First, stop calling me sir, and second of all rally my troops as well as yours. We're going on a trip. I'll inform you soon."

"Will and shall be done!"

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We were all assembled for what seemed like the thousandth time.

"Now, it is clear that we are not alone in the search for Kajjdorr. This undead is powerful, and should be taken as a risk." Just as I was about to start another sentence, a loud grunt interrupted my sentence. The tent door flapped open.

"Ah...Rolen, you've finally joined us. And you've brought us a friend. Introduce him later. Now, it is clear this undead want this crystal as much as Garshtnar wants it, so he's going to be soon. We can't risk losing another person, so we must move from Stormwind. Now, I understand, our little green friend, Trick is nearing Booty Bay, but I have to suggest another option. We all know of Durnholde. Thrall has taken all of the supplies from Durnholde, so currently, Durnholde is a ghost town. It's all ours. As for the other subject on Booty Bay, we can't go there directly because I have reason to belive the undead somehow tapped into our conversation so. Instead, the Alliance has a secret project, never released to the public. They've developed a large underground canal. We can take this passage all the way to Booty Bay. Are we on agreement?

[Cenkrill]

One small complaint, can we please remember that I am a priest and not a mage, I can only cast shadow and holy magic, though I tend to favour the shadow magic seeing that I’m evil and all :) And for teleporting purposes I will give myself an amulet that allows me to teleport so that way I can get away out of tight spots with it being believable, oh yeah, and don’t forget about my undead horse :p
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Name: Cenkrill
Race: Forsaken
Age: 25
Class: Priest
Equipment: Broadsword, metal greaves and gauntlets, black hooded robe, spiked helmet that covers his entire face save the mouth (usually secured to the side of his horse, wears only in battle), rare amulet that allows the wearer to instantly teleport to a chosen destination not to far away from the original area.
Description: Being buried for only a short time, Cenkrill has risen from the dead with only mild signs of decay affecting his hands and feet. He has blonde hair that just reaches past his jaw line and his eyes have golden irises. He is tall with a fairly masculine build and his face is hidden by his hood at all possible times. From a distance he looks human but up close you can see that his skin is pale.
History: Before his untimely death Cenkrill was a priest in a Lordaeron church studying the arts of magic, but soon his attention was drawn to those of a darker origin. He became obsessed with learning the dark spells and finding out their origin, and soon he became consumed by them. At this time the Scourge were everywhere and any act of dark magic lead to a quick execution. The Paladins killed Cenkrill on the same day Arthus ‘succeeded’ his father and lead Lordaeron to its doom. Soon after the Dark Lady Sylvanas claimed Lordearon for her own and Cenkrill was resurrected along with others to bolster her Forsaken ranks. Now he obeys her orders until he finds something else more worthy of his attention.
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I walked through my portal leading my mount through after me. As soon as I reached the other side I met the eyes of a Night Elf. He would not challenge me, I could see it in his eyes, he was weak. They say eyes are the windows to the soul, if that is true this Night Elf gazes into darkness, shadow, and death. The elf seperated our stares and ran towards the town, while I walked towards the forest.
Once at it’s edge I mounted my steed and made my way into the overgrown, life ridden woods.

The sounds of my mounts hooves were softened by the lush undergrowth, the light came down in beams through the thick canopy above highlighting given areas where you could see the insects flitting in and out of their radiance. The endless woods eventually came to a stream. I unmounted and sat down beside the grassy edge, I do this many times, and each time I promise myself I wont do it again. My thoughts drifted back to my former life, but now I also thought about having it back. The life that was stolen from me because of some pathetic, paranoid paladins. Some would call what I am thinking of hope, but it is not hope, hope brightens your being, this does not. It is merely something else that I want.

[Doublehex]

In ooc format, we know that your character is a battle priest, but ic wise, we don't know that your guys a priest. Concidering the fact that your character can cast magic AND can teleport makes our character think that your a battle mage.

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Nightelf
Class: Swordsman
Age: Around 1500
Skills: Great Reflexes (dodges more than parrys) Tracking
Weakness: Not very well at looking before leaping, Impulsive
Equipment: Two scimatar blades with Demon Hunter carvings in both to aid in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir with druid carvings that gives the strenght of the Earth to it's weilder; standard lether armor.

I wasn't sure of what Blackmoore had planned but I wasn't going to be a part of it. There was something more I had to do.

"Blackmoore, I will not be joining you on your journey to Durnholde. I have much work I need to do before I can join you."

"Fine, we will go without you." I doubt Blackmoore cared about me now, he was focused on making sure the Forsaken couldn't get their cold, dead, decaying hands on Kajjdorr.

I left after that to begin introducing myself to the magic powers within Zeir. I knew that there was great power in this blade, but due to the fact I never really used any type of magic, it was much harder to find the powers within the blade. I would not return to Stormwind until I found all the powers within Zeir.

[warloser]

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Fenikkusu you said your character was impulsive, and it seems he is just the oppisite.

[Fenikkusu]

heh, I forgot completely that Rolen was suppose to be impulsive. I guess hes more of the follow your insticts type.

Good job pointing that out I never noticed. I'm gonna keep Rolen going as I want him to do now though.

[Cenkrill]

In ooc format, we know that your character is a battle priest, but ic wise, we don't know that your guys a priest. Concidering the fact that your character can cast magic AND can teleport makes our character think that your a battle mage.
I mean remember he is a Priest so you don't go saying that he casts fireballs and whatnot, because he cannot :)

[Blackmoore]

Heh...if anyone needs to do some catching up, I can supply a copy of the Word Document. I dunno, seems easier to read black n' white then gray n' blue.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

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Well guys i dont know where my character fits into all this, i know that he's on the ground unconcious....ill write something up in a couple of hours..gotta do sum other stuff 1st..

[Cenkrill]

Note --- Come on people, lets get this thread moving again
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Name: Cenkrill
Race: Forsaken
Age: 25
Class: Priest
Equipment: Broadsword, metal greaves and gauntlets, black hooded robe, spiked helmet that covers his entire face save the mouth (usually secured to the side of his horse, wears only in battle), rare amulet that allows the wearer to instantly teleport to a chosen destination not to far away from the original area.
Description: Being buried for only a short time, Cenkrill has risen from the dead with only mild signs of decay affecting his hands and feet. He has blonde hair that just reaches past his jaw line and his eyes have golden irises. He is tall with a fairly masculine build and his face is hidden by his hood at all possible times. From a distance he looks human but up close you can see that his skin is pale.
History: Before his untimely death Cenkrill was a priest in a Lordaeron church studying the arts of magic, but soon his attention was drawn to those of a darker origin. He became obsessed with learning the dark spells and finding out their origin, and soon he became consumed by them. At this time the Scourge were everywhere and any act of dark magic lead to a quick execution. The Paladins killed Cenkrill on the same day Arthus ‘succeeded’ his father and lead Lordaeron to its doom. Soon after the Dark Lady Sylvanas claimed Lordearon for her own and Cenkrill was resurrected along with others to bolster her Forsaken ranks. Now he obeys her orders until he finds something else more worthy of his attention.
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And so I sat by the stream, attempting to heal my wound with what little healing magic I knew. Once it was fully healed I stood, but all was not right. The sounds of the wild ceased and everything was quiet. I reached into a pouch attached to my mounts saddle and threw the contents into the air. The golden dust glistened with magical essence, and as it drifted to the ground I reached out and grabbed the shade by its neck.

‘Sylvanas now sends spies after me?’

‘The Dark Lady is displeased with you, not only did you lose the battle you failed to report its failure.’

‘Well, you can tell Sylvanas that I am still carrying out my objective, I will find and claim the Kajjdorr.’

‘Yes, but in whose name?’

‘I will not stand here and argue with a paltry spy. You can tell Sylvanas that I will return with the crystal.’ With that I released his neck and he scurried off into the woods, vanishing back into nothingness.

I mounted and turned my horse into the direction we had previously came. I will wait and watch at the woods edge. Then when all is foreseen I will make my move.

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow
History: The youngest and last son of the late Elven King of Quel'Thalas, Terald came about when the Elf King fell in love with a mortal woman called Feralt. But as he was an Elf, and she was a Human, they could not marry, although a child was conceived, and Feralt named it Terald. Sadly, Feralt died giving birth to Terald. So the Elven King took Terald back to be raised in Quel'Thalas, gave him his own last name, Sunstrider, and had Alleria Windrunner herself teach the Human/Elf in the ways of the warrior. For a short time, Terald was one of the most gifted soldiers the Elves had, and ranked high in the ranger corps. However, it wasn't to last. The Orc Horde invaded Quel'Thalas and tore apart the forests, and only by managing to hold a small woodland fort against the beasts could Alleria, Terald, and the surviving soldiers escape. Alleria then had to leave for the Dark Portal, and so her younger sister Sylvanas Windrunner took up Terald's training where Alleria left off, as Quel'Thalas was slowly restored to it's former glory. But then Arthas and the Undead Scourge destroyed Quel'Thalas in battle, and killed the Elven King, despite Terald's and the other Elves best efforts to stop the Undead. Terald went into a rage as Arthas killed his father and Sylvanas, and dueled him, but Arthas badly wounded him and left the half-Elf for dead. However, Terald was found by a group of resistant fighters led by Finnall Goldensword and healed by them. The half-Elf thanked them and Terald then left for Human Stormwind. Now, he wanders the world, seeking his destiny.

I lay in the bed, twisting and turning. I wasn't physically conscious at the time, and this part has been told to me by the Priests in my room. I had managed to drive off Cenkrill in battle, but he had stabbed me in the process with a blade, and now I was going pale and cold. The Priests gathered around my bed, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly, I stopped writhing and lay still. One of the Priests, called Omias, leaned forward.

"What's happened to him?" he asked. A second later, all hell broke loose. I lunged out of the bed, grabbing the small Human's neck in my hand, easily strangling him. He gasped as he died. The other Priests looked horrified, and sprang down the stairs shouting:

"Terald! He's gone mad!"

I laughed. Mad, me? I'm not mad. I survayed my body. The broze peach skin of Terald Sunstrider was gone, replaced with chilling grey skin. My eyes glowed with red light. My hair was now pitch black. I wasn't an Elf anymore. I was Forsaken!

[TheCrawlingChaos]

Name: Trick Ironblow
Race:Goblin
Class: Mad-scientist, Tinker

Trick left the GQ early that night, right after preparing some more reagents for the road travel.
As soon as he left, lots of confusion took place, but the little goblin was too far away to get involved.
Trick travalled with a body guard. A stout man named Megon, a low rank soldier instructed on the duty of following and protecting Trick for wherever he needed to travel.
During his trip, Trick found some goblins travellers and they shared with him information about the common goblin life in Azeroth. Despite the fact that the goblins in this continent dealt more with humans and dwarves (as in Kalindor the goblins used to trade with the orcs) the life was pretty much equal. This was when Trick felt havier the burden on his shoulders and almost gave up any relation on the alliance to enter the common goblin life in azeroth.

But he was nearing Booty Bay, the so called, among other things, the goblin capitol.
So, deep in his sad thoughts, he arrived in the chaotic scenary of goblin buildings and goblins citizens walking around.

“What you want me to do?” asked the big Megon. He wasn’t very smart.

“Nothing yet, big fellow. I want to find some information around… Me knows, go rent two rooms for us.”

“Ok, will get to that; but you don’t get in trouble, small one. My job is in this”.

Trick searched around for information on how to locate goblins brought to azeroth as slaves and, also, on where to find the needed parts to build his underwater machine.

Sadly, he finaly found information concerning his parents. One of the goblins that were brought in the same ship as his parents escaped just before a neffarius ritual had taken place involving the other slaved goblins. Apparently, Trick’s parents were killed by the forsaken and razed as undead.

The first night in Booty Bay, when he was very deppressed, was spent awaken. He couldn’t get himself to sleep, so sad about the cruel fate of his relatives. Then he had an idea: “Perhaps I should give a chance to that witchcraft, perhaps that crystal will be able to bring my parents back… No, that’s foolish. Magic is stuff for fools… Heck! Maybe If I can extract its reagents and understand them, I will be able to bring my parents back! Damn that sorcery, there must be scientific way to do it!”.

Next morning Trick raised early. He heard about the parts that he would need. The underwater machine would be ready pretty soon.
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OOC: Two things. First, sorry for forgetting to post the character's information on my last post. This might have confused someone, so I'll try to remember to post it for now on. Second, good job on the writting's. We will need to advance the plot further but everything is well so far.

I'll post more about Trick building his machine pretty soon. I would do that now, but I've got to sleep. 'till tomorrow.

[The Flamestrike]

Name: Terald Sunstrider
Race: Half Elf, half Human
Class: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Human Sword, Elven Ranger Bow
History: The youngest and last son of the late Elven King of Quel'Thalas, Terald came about when the Elf King fell in love with a mortal woman called Feralt. But as he was an Elf, and she was a Human, they could not marry, although a child was conceived, and Feralt named it Terald. Sadly, Feralt died giving birth to Terald. So the Elven King took Terald back to be raised in Quel'Thalas, gave him his own last name, Sunstrider, and had Alleria Windrunner herself teach the Human/Elf in the ways of the warrior. For a short time, Terald was one of the most gifted soldiers the Elves had, and ranked high in the ranger corps. However, it wasn't to last. The Orc Horde invaded Quel'Thalas and tore apart the forests, and only by managing to hold a small woodland fort against the beasts could Alleria, Terald, and the surviving soldiers escape. Alleria then had to leave for the Dark Portal, and so her younger sister Sylvanas Windrunner took up Terald's training where Alleria left off, as Quel'Thalas was slowly restored to it's former glory. But then Arthas and the Undead Scourge destroyed Quel'Thalas in battle, and killed the Elven King, despite Terald's and the other Elves best efforts to stop the Undead. Terald went into a rage as Arthas killed his father and Sylvanas, and dueled him, but Arthas badly wounded him and left the half-Elf for dead. However, Terald was found by a group of resistant fighters led by Finnall Goldensword and healed by them. The half-Elf thanked them and Terald then left for Human Stormwind. Now, he wanders the world, seeking his destiny.

"No...No...NOOO!" I roared as I awoke in the bed. I was breathing heavily. I looked down at my hands. It was still normal colour. I wasn't a Forsaken. I was still Terald Sunstrider, half-Elven Prince. But that nightmare, where I became Undead, freaked the living heck out of me. I lay there for a few seconds, thinking. Then I fell asleep once more.

OOC: Just a filler. Nothing important, but hey.

[Sin'Drowlithicus]

Would anyone mind terribly if I joined the fun?

If not, then excellent. Here's my character sheet.

Name: Darin Thaz Fuller/Captain Fuller
Race: Human
Age: 22
Class: Dark Paladin ~ Like the Paladin, the Dark Paladin has the ability to heal, but due to his dark nature, he possesses more different skills based on fear. The Dark Paladin also focus more on combat skills than magic.
Equipment: Black Plate Mail, Gauntlets, Boots, Plate Belt, Scabbard, a serrated Dark Greatsword (two-handed sword), a fine Dagger made for throwing.
History: The son of a wealthy merchant in Stormwind, Darin was raised and pampered by his parents, but no matter what had happened, he kept his adventurous spirit, and wanted to become one of the holy warriors, the great Paladins. When he was just nearing his 20th birthday, he was inducted into the ranks of the Paladins after several years of training and learning. Almost right away, Darin was sent along with soldiers to reinforce a encampment near a Forsaken base. The encampment soon was razed as the Forsaken ambushed the soldiers and several Paladins. Only a few survived, including Darin, but the battle had given him a grim knowledge of life, that death came too swift for the faithless and the weak. Now resolved, Darin abadoned the ways of the Paladins, but still follows the Light, as well as takes pleasure in making his enemies fear him. Even now, Darin travels alone, searching for enemies to fight, and inspire the faithless to believe in the Light, and for more monsters to fight... Also a big believer of "Live by the sword, die by the sword" with one exception. That is "Live by the sword, kill others with the sword!"

[Doublehex]

Nice one Sin'Drowlitichus. But, from now, on, whenever anyone whants to join, they need to apply, by sending me an email, doublehex@hotmail.com , with the following:

Name: If you don't know what to do here, you have no buisness on the thread here.

Equipment: You don't need to post evrey single thing your character carries here. Just general stuff we need to know. For example, my charater, Garshtnar Garwood, has a holy runesword.

Biography: [B] Post a VERY long biography of your character. 4 paragraphs mininum. Oh and use good grammer. Bad grammar will defenitly not get you in this thread.

Contact info: How should I contact you? Post that stuff here

I am making this rule because there are WAY too many people in the thread right now, so this way, I can control who's in and who's not.

Also, can someone tell me who is actively roleplaying in this thread and who isn't?

[Blackmoon]

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Also, can someone tell me who is actively roleplaying in this thread and who isn't?I'll try to do a little summary on who has actively roleplayed resently.

Lets see. You, The Flamestrike, TheCrawlingChaos, Blackmoore, Cenkrill, Fenikkusu and Gastone seem to be playing. Then of course I, although I haven't posted anything recently, mostly 'cos I haven't come up with something to post. RootY-"D34d-Ra1n" posted that he would post something on what his character is doing after the fight between Terald and Cenkrill, but hasn't done so yet. Warloser hasn't been active lately. And then there's Sin'Drowlithicus, who just signed up. I think, that's all, who've been active lately.

[Fenikkusu]

Name: Rolen
Race: Male Nightelf
Class: Swordsman
Age: Around 1500
Skills: Great Reflexes (dodges more than parrys) Tracking
Weakness: Not very well at looking before leaping, Impulsive
Equipment: Two scimitar blades with Demon Hunter carvings in both to aid in battles against demons; a long sword named Zeir with druid carvings that gives the strength of the Earth to it's wielder; standard leather armor.

"Without magic, I can't compare to those who wield it like a sword."

Words that repeated in my mind. Alone, I had no chance of making magic a new source of power for me. But, lucky for me, I wasn't alone. Zeir was going to be my key to new power. If only it was that easy.

I made myself at home in Elwynn forest, in a nice, empty area away from the main path way in the forest. Only wildlife would see me train. I didn't waste time. I started concentrating on the sword and it's powers in hope to find new spells other than the shockwave. I sat there for several minutes focusing my mind but nothing would happen. I tried again, this time by attacking a dead tree as if it was some sparring equipment. Still, no matter how much I focused, nothing new happened. I've been training for hours doing much of the same thing. All that concentrating was starting to get to me, but I still continued on with my training. Not stopping till I found new power.

Wildlife kept passing by me, I don't know if they were curious or they were just waiting for me to fall from exhaustion, but they watched. They watched me endlessly train without rest.

[Doublehex]

Ok, so there's about nine people active. I'll post later tonight.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

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My bad guys havn't been on the comp for a couple of days been doin other stuff ill write something for sure later after i do my weekend homework...

[KnightOfNnee]

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

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Off topic: Sorry I haven’t posted lately, I’ve been on a vacation. Anyways, here is an account of Davorn’s actions. :howdy:


Smoke. Shouts. Chaos. These are the things that greeted me as I came out of my reverie. “How the hell did thing get this out of hand?” I asked knowing the answer. I had been helping clear away the bodies after the battle, you never know when you find someone who isn’t quite dead yet, or who can yet be revived. While I was tending to a soldier whom I had restored to the living, I noticed a dwarf aiding my men in clearing the bodies. I didn’t recognized him, but having spent many years living in Ironforge, I had developed a fondness for all dwarves. I made a mental note to speak with him later, and continued searching for survivors, or well anyone not hopelessly lost.

A short while later, a shout of “Undead!” rang out from inside the camp. A very savage curse flew through my mind as I raced toward the sound of the cry. I was very far away and when I got there, I saw a man lying on the ground probably a mage or warlock of some sort. Perhaps this was where that infernal had come from. I thought. If it was, then he might be a good ally. He seemed to be in great pain, but there was not obvious wound. He may have been the victim of some malign magic. If so, then a few simple spells, and he’d be just fine. I stopped a pair off footmen as they raced by and instructed them to carry him to the infirmary. Then I surveyed the scene, and realized that I had arrived a bit late, as some sort of undead warrior or priest, I wasn’t sure what he was, or if it was indeed a he, stumbled through a portal. In the fading light of dusk I beheld a fire consuming a building and spreading, a fallen elf prince who needed help, and even that dwarf I had seem earlier. Never a dull moment, I thought. I sighed my body ached from the post battle exhaustion and a dozen minor wounds and my eyes were heavy with sleep, but it seemed that I wouldn’t get to rest for a long time yet. Sometimes, I hate this job, I thought.

A few moments later, I knelt over Terald Sunstrider’s broken body. He was badly wounded, but still very much alive. A though bugger this one, but a simple spell should fix ‘im up, I though as a channeled the light into the gaping wound in the elf’s abdomen. The wound closed over, but not quite, and although most of his color returned, he seemed a bit gray. Not a good sign. “Healer,” I said, addressing a man named Omias, “Take him to the infirmary, and tend to him. Grab someone if you need help carrying him.” As is seemed that I was the only athority figure around, I turned my attention to the fires. “You and you, go alert the fire brigades of the situation. You six fetch some water barrels,” I ordered. Then I noticed my friend and shouted, “Bendak! Thank the light! Help me with these fires!” “Just like old times, eh?” he replied with a smile. Too much so, I thought, remembering the night seven years ago when my home buned.

Just then a soldier turned messenger informed me that Constantine needed to consult me about Terald. “Bendak, you’re in charge here,” I shouted, not bothering to wait for a reply, and hurried off the the medical tent.

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“What do you think it is?” I ask Constantine de Valette. He sighed, like someone who wanted to sound convincing, and hoped that what he said was true, but wasn’t sure. “Well I have seen something like it before, the Plague. But after Jaina reported to what the Plague of Undeath was, Dalaran quickly found a ‘vaccine’ and we haven’t seen it since.” I knew all of this already. “But yet here this is,” I said, stating the obvious. We Discussed possible cures until a runner told us that Blackmorre needed to see us. As we strode Toward the command tent, I mentioned that we should consult Garwood, in case he should suffer undeath. Maybe Garwood could help us ensure, that if the unthinkable happened, he wouldn’t lost his mind and turn on us.

As Constantine and I arriaved in the command tent, I noticed that everyone was assembled; even the dwarf I had seen eariler. Whereas I felt tired and drained, Blackmoore looked alert and pissed. He told us that we were going to travel to Durnholde, and mentioned bringing the entire army whith us. I advised that doing so might draw too much attention to our mission. If word of the Kajjdorr got out, every two-bit mage and nutjob who thinks they know how the world ough to be would be after it. He sighed, and put off a decision till later. Then, hearing word that everything had quieted down and the fires put out, he dismissed us.

“Hey,” I called after the dwarf as I left the tent. He spun around, looking a bit nervous and out of place. “Who might you be?” I inquired. “Well my name’s Lunarc Bloodbeard,” he stated. “Lunarc, how about you and I go get a pint?” I asked, and his face lit up rather quickly. “I’ve been tryin’ ta get one all night!” He exclaimed. Some good ale, and conversation might relax me enough to sleep soon. I hoped, without believing, that maybe I was so exhausted, that I woudn’t dream tonight, or if I did, maybe my dreams woudn’t be haunted by memories of the past.

*****

Off topic: Sorry in case a use some bad grammar or misspell somethings, but its late, I’m tired. Hope you enjoy it. :cheesy:

[The Flamestrike]

OOC: I've noticed that eeryone seems to be calling Terald an Elf. He's not an Elf, he's a half-Elf. I'd like it if you could call him that, not an Elf. Or I could just change my story and have Terald as a born and bred High Elf.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

Name: Spyck Daymen

Race: Human.

Class: Novice Of The Dark Arts.

Age: 28

Appearance: 6'ft 4 , Long Dark Brown Hair , Medium Build , Black Coloured Eyes, Not much of a people Person and Doesn't like anything that isn't Human...

Equipment: He wears a Dark Blue robe with a Hood, It has a Sash around the waist. He also has a Gimp Mask that he wears when he feels lonely....

History: Spyck has had a Troubled past, His parents slaughtered by the undead. His thirst for demonic magic is overwhelming, his heart burns with Dark Powers...He seeks revenge.

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I awoke screaming in a room, it looked to be a infirmary of some sort...I took of the bandages that were wrapped around my head, My mind Flashed with one haunting image... it was of Cenkrill, that undead that thing...

I looked over to a table it had a letter on it, I read it. It said that Davorn Trythad wanted to meet me urgently in the Tavern when I had gotten better.

I walked out of the infirmary and saw the tavern right next to a scorched building, I walked inside and saw only 2 people, a dwarf and a human. They were sitting at a table drinking, I went to the Table and spoke to the human.

"Davorn?, Davorn Trythad?, You wish to talk to me"

"Ahhh yess, I didn't catch your name thought"

"My names Spyck..."

"Well Spyck, I've got a Propasition for you"

"Im listening..."

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Ill leave the rest up to you KnightOfKnee...

[Cenkrill]

OOC: Just to let you all know, I'm not going to post again until you begin to leave the city because at the moment I am sitting, waiting for you to do so :p :)

[Blackmoon]

--OFF TOPIC--
OOC: I've noticed that eeryone seems to be calling Terald an Elf. He's not an Elf, he's a half-Elf. I'd like it if you could call him that, not an Elf. Or I could just change my story and have Terald as a born and bred High Elf.
Oops, sorry. Well... I'm a dwarf and you resemble an elf, so in my eyes, you're an elf.

I will post something, after KnightOfNnee has responded to RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"

[Blackmoore]

I need everyone to post their characters opinion of leaving Stormwind.

[Fenikkusu]

OOC: I wont be posting for a while till time passes by so lets get goin!

[Doublehex]

OOC; We're at stormwind? I thought we were still at the camp!

[The Flamestrike]

I think that the encampment is very near to Stormwind, let's say about a mile from it, kind of like an outpost really.

BTW, is it just me, or has this thread really slowed down? It sure seems that way. I think the story is kind of dead at the moment.

[Blackmoore]

Thanks FlameStrike for clearing that up...

[TheCrawlingChaos]

oOC:
I just realised that the travel to Booty Bay may take some days. But I dont know how many. Maybe I am in the future right now, depending on how long the trip takes. I think it is fair to let you guys start your travels before I post about Trick's machine.

I think Blackmoore should take the decision for his troops to move and where to move, and the others (not the soldiers or officials) decide if they want to tag along or not.

Nwayz, lets ressurrect this thread, it needs it.

[Doublehex]

Well, if I'm correct, Terald is still wounded. But like my guy said, he likes to be alone. So his opinion whould be to leave alone without anyone else knowing.

Oh, and btw, I just noticed that this thread has reached almost 3k views. And we're only on, what page 5? Not even the original Alliance reached such a high amount.

[Fenikkusu]

Well, if I'm correct, Terald is still wounded. But like my guy said, he likes to be alone. So his opinion whould be to leave alone without anyone else knowing.

Oh, and btw, I just noticed that this thread has reached almost 3k views. And we're only on, what page 5? Not even the original Alliance reached such a high amount.

Well lets give the people what they want and continue the story! *hint hint*

[KnightOfNnee]

It seems I'm up next with a proposition. I'll post it either tonight or tomarrow, and try to heat up this thread. Maybe tomarrow, or well later today, because I think I have better grammer and stuff during the day. And to the Flamestrike, sorry about the missnaming of your half-elf. On a side note, what would be the sifference between a half-elf and an elf? I always thought that elves are very similar to humen except that they are less strong and more agile (attested to by the fact that in wcIII the Night Elves have no strength heros, and the Alliance has no agile ones), and also more close minded. My question simply: Is a half-elf the average between an elf and a human? Stronger than elves, but weaker than men? I'd like to hear your take on it. Thanks everyone!

[The Flamestrike]

It seems I'm up next with a proposition. I'll post it either tonight or tomarrow, and try to heat up this thread. Maybe tomarrow, or well later today, because I think I have better grammer and stuff during the day. And to the Flamestrike, sorry about the missnaming of your half-elf. On a side note, what would be the sifference between a half-elf and an elf? I always thought that elves are very similar to humen except that they are less strong and more agile (attested to by the fact that in wcIII the Night Elves have no strength heros, and the Alliance has no agile ones), and also more close minded. My question simply: Is a half-elf the average between an elf and a human? Stronger than elves, but weaker than men? I'd like to hear your take on it. Thanks everyone!

It seems that I should give a bit of clarifiacation on half-Elves. Basically, a half-Elf is the product of the union between a Human and a High Elf. I don't think that they're very common, seeing as how most Elves look down on Humans as a lesser race, and thus wouldn't consider a relationship with a Human, but sometimes it happens, like with Admiral Proudmoore and Kilnar Goldensword. I should think that half-Elves have the resistance to disease that Elves have, but their Human blood probably means that they have weaker immune systems. Half-Elves aren't as agile as normal Elves, but have stronger bodies, due to their Human heritage. Terald is mostly High Elf, seeing as he his father was an Elven-King and his blood was very strong and he was raised in Quel'Thalas, but he still has Human strength and valour in his veins.

Now that that's settled, I'll think of something to liven the thread up a bit.

[KnightOfNnee]

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

***** :buddies:

It was late. Or early. I didn’t know which. The situation I found myself in was fairly amusing. It was so late, that even the bartender had left for the night, knowing me well enough to trust me to keep track of everything I ate or drank. I looked down at my third pint. Alara would be upset if I ever came home this late. I took shook my head and helped myself to more jerky in order to drive off the memories, at least for now. I looked across the table at the dwarf sitting there and smiled. Dwarves made excellent drinking partners. Almost all of them could hold their liquor, they were easy to get along with, and they had very funny stories.

“So I asked him, ‘What do you think I am, a furbolg?’” he said, finishing one of those stories.

I chuckled. “Yeah, those furbolgs,” I said with a grin.

Lunarc had told me the story of his life, as I had told him mine. We had talked about the sad things in our past, toasting those we had lost, and we had shared humorus tales, and finally, I had told him about the Kajjdorr and what I thought should be done. Then we toasted the time when the the undead would be scoured from the land and peace would reign. Finally, a familiar looking mage walked in, looked around, and then headed towards our table.

“Davorn? Davorn Trythad? You wish to talk to me?” He asked, seeming a bit unsure.

“Ahhh yes, I didn't catch your name thought,” I replied.

“My names Spyck...” He said leaving the statement hanging.

“Well Spyck, I've got a Propasition for you,” I started.

“Im listening...” He said, seemingly eager to have a mission, or maybe to advance a secret agenda.

“But first I need you to tell me of yourself. Your past, your powers, and why you are here,” I said with a stern look. He seemed to be taken a bit off guard, but complied with my request. He told me of how he had stolen a dark spellbook and learned of the demonic arts. When he told me about how he had tried to revive his parents, I shuddered inwardly because I knew how that part of his story would go before he told it. Finnally he told me of his desire to raze the Undercity, how that journey had brought him here, and that yes, it was in fact his infernal that had aided us.

“What would you say, if I told you that the Forsaken are, even now, searching for an artifact of great power that could tip the scales in their favor?” I asked.

He looked a bit shocked, but then connected what I had said to the undead attacks of the previous day. “Here?” he asked, concerned.

“Not here, but the key to finding it is here,” I said. This whole time, Lunarc had been quietly drinking and eating, absorbing everything.

Spyck thought for a minute and said, “We need to get that artifact before they do.”

“And then what?” I asked.

“Use it against them.” he replied.

I shook my head. “I must be destroyed,” I said. “If it fell into the wrong hands, the effect could be devastating.” “Furthermore,” I continued. “Incredible power corrupts people. If one of us tried to wield it. It would consume our soul, just like the power in the Frostmourn consumed Arthas. The same happened to Sargeras, Gul’Dan, and a hundered others. We must not let the undead have it, but we cannot take it for ourselves.” “Now the person who told us of this, Garwood, is himself undead,” This perked Spyck’s sttention like a small explosion. “but he has no allegiance to the Forsaken, or the Scourge. He was a paladin, but was slain and reanimated. He believes this artifact, the crystal called Kajjdorr, can restore him to his former life. I think we should restore him, but then the crystal must be destroyed.” The look on Spyck’s face told me that some things were finally making sence. Why an undead warrior was fighting with us for example?

“You might be right,” he said sounding a bit saddened about the decided upon fate of the Kajjdorr.

I sighed and went on, “The undead priest who attaked you, Cenrill I heard his name was,”

“Cenkrill,” Spyck corrected me.

“Right, sorry. Anyways, he is probably searching for the Kajjdorr as we speak.” I warned. “So I think we need to leave immediately.”

“After yeh get a nap you mean!” Lunarc interjected. “Yeh look like hell if ya don’t mind me sayin’.”

And I felt like hell too. “Of course,” I added, thankful for the reminder that I needed sleep, even as the first ray of dawn peeked over the forest. “After we all rest I am going to propose to General Blackmoore that the three of us and a friend of mine, Bendak, leave in search of this crystal. We will need Garwood to come with us too, and if he will, I’d like for Constantine de Valette to accompany us as well. Also, if Blackmoore wants to leave his army in someone else’s hands, then he would be a good addition to the ‘team.’” Spyck and Lunarc nodded. “As for now, however,” I said. “I’m going to sleep for a few hours, and I suggest that you two do likewise.” I left a few silvers behind the bar to cover what we had eaten and drank, closed up the tavern, and shortly thereafter, closed my eyes in sleep. Just before unconsiousness set in, I wondered: Where would I be right now if Alara were still alive.

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Off topic: Now if Blackmoore, Constantine, and Garwood will post their reactions to my designs, I’ll take us into the wilderness.

[KnightOfNnee]

Off topic: A question for Flamestrike. Right now Terald is suffering the the hopital tent. Something needs to be done with him. Either he gets healed, dies and comes back undead, or the alternative, he lays in bed for the rest of the story. My question is: since he's your character I think you should decide, so what are you gonna do?

[Sin'Drowlithicus]

It seems I'm up next with a proposition. I'll post it either tonight or tomarrow, and try to heat up this thread. Maybe tomarrow, or well later today, because I think I have better grammer and stuff during the day. And to the Flamestrike, sorry about the missnaming of your half-elf. On a side note, what would be the sifference between a half-elf and an elf? I always thought that elves are very similar to humen except that they are less strong and more agile (attested to by the fact that in wcIII the Night Elves have no strength heros, and the Alliance has no agile ones), and also more close minded. My question simply: Is a half-elf the average between an elf and a human? Stronger than elves, but weaker than men? I'd like to hear your take on it. Thanks everyone!

well, IMO, which I'm sure no one cares for, half-elves are beings who's parents were of both human and elven ancestry. I would say they have both the strengths and teh weaknesses of their combined races.

~Good~
-Increased Speed
-Better magical ability
-Can see better in dark
-Augmented hearing
-Bolstered senses
-Graceful and dexterious
-They got the best of both worlds

~Bad~
-Elves barely accepts them
-Humans doesnt think well of them
-a bit fragile due to being elvish
-a bit too backwardly thinking due to being humanish
-smaller than unsual
-not as fast nor as magical aptituded as their elvish counterparts
-no true place in society

Basically, they're like a stray dog in a herd of pedigree dogs... With the strength and culture of the humans, along with the magic, speed, and culture of the elves. Much like the Half Orcs or the Half Ogres, The half Elves are the ebst and worst parts of two worlds...They're usually lonely wanderers such as bards and minstrels, or even rangers in some case.

[The Flamestrike]

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

I slowly awoke in the bed again. I had been sleeping, it seemed, and I had been dreaming as well, about old Quel'Thalas, about my father, about how things had been before the darkness came. And then there was that nightmare. I shivered, even though a fire was crackling in the middle of the tent and it was a warm summer night. My chest felt a lot better, even though it still ached. I was lucky that that Paladin found me when he did, or I'd probably have died soon after i battled Cenkrill.

I sat up in the bed. Presently, a Human Priest came in, and he noted me with surprise.

"Terald, you're awake," he said.

"It looks that way. What time is it?" I said rather groggily.

He still looked surprised, but he spoke. "It's just after midnight. You haven't slept for very long at all."

"I don't feel like sleeping anymore, good Human. What's your name?"

"Me? I'm Randes Handheal," he said with a hint of pride in his voice.

"Well, Randes Healhand, I think I'm well enough to leave now." I said.

The Priest blinked. "I think it'd be safer if you stayed here for a bit longer, Terald. You were only just saved from becoming a Forsaken by our magics. It's been a long day for everyone."

"I'll agree with you there, what with 300 Forsaken attacking, and a lone Undead Priest entering the camp, but my chest seems healed." I said, even though it wasn't really.

"Well, I guess you can go out for a bit. It might do you good." he said with an impatient sigh.

With that, I got up, pulled on my boots, grabbed my Ranger cloak, and left the hospital tent.

The night air in the encampment was cool, and the stars were out. As I walked past the barracks, I noticed that the burning building had been put out, but it looked pretty badly damaged. I chuckled. Heh, me and Cenkrill and Spyck made a big mess here, it seems!

I decided to head over to the inn for a drink. As I entered, I found that Human Paladin Davorn whatshisname that had healed me, the Dwarf I had seen earlier after the battle with the Forsaken, and Spyck Daymen, the mage I had saved from Cenkrill. It seemed I had entered the tavern on the end of a discussion. Davorn and Spyck were talking about the Kajjdorr. Spyck wanted to use the legendary artifact against the Undead, but Davorn insisted that the Kajjdorr be destroyed, because it might be trouble for the Alliance if the crystal fell into the bony hands of the Forsaken. The Dwarf just listened as he drank his pint. I also heard them mention Cenkrill, and the fact that he was searching for the Kajjdorr. Finally, they agreed that they would form a search party to find the Kajjdorr. I was a bit annoyed that I wasn't mentioned amongst the desired warriors, but that didn't matter. For now I decided to head back and get some sleep.

[Blackmoore]

General Blackmoore
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What seemed like ages, silence and peace was among the area of Stormwind. I didn't want to break it, but time is everything to us.

"FULLER! Get your stinkin *** over here."

"Sir! What can I do for you?"

"Find me and bring back Davorn, Valette and that undead Garshtnar. Don't forget yourself."

"Back in a jiff."

Fuller was basically my sidekick. None the less, I respected him.

* * *

"God damn it Blackmoore. We all try to get some shuteye and you have the devilish mind to wake us when the sun don't shine."

"Yeah...that sounds like me. Fuller, the undead?"

"Somewhere. Most likely out for a midnight walk."

"Fine. Now, I know my idea of going to Durnholde was a little rash and I want to scrap that. Als-"

"Agreed," Blurted Davorn. "I was at the Inn discussing this with some of the others. I was thinking..."

"I know. We try to find this crystal as soon as possible to either do one of two things. Find a mage who has the will to withstand the power of Kadjjor or we destroy it."

"Wrong."

We all turned to find Garshtnar standing at the door.

"I work alone."

Just that, he disappeared again.

"Damn that bastard." muttered Valette.

"Even so," began Davorn."We have to do something with this crystal. As well, we must be quick, it is obvious that we are not alone in the search. Blackmoore, we cannot take your whole army. Our goal is not to wipe the undead for the time being. We must be quiet and stealth is the key."

"Agreed. I will only take the 51rst Defendant of Stormwind. These men are the best of the best. Stealth is no problem for them. If anything, these men will be a help than a burden, but for now....We must be at a watch. You three can go and get some shuteye. I'll be on patrol."

[Blackmoon]

Name: Lunarc Bloodbeard
Race: Dwarf
Class: Hunter/Warrior
Weapons: A Long Rifle called “One-Shot”. Two ordinary Battle Axes.
Skills: Survival, Tracking
Age: 79
Misc: Has an animal companion, a bear called Pint
A way to dwarf's heart goes by pint of ale and that Davorn had certainly won my trust. As I walked out of the tavern, I was thinking whether he had any dwarven blood in his veins.

That mage on the other hand. Allied himself with the very demons, who wish to destroy this land! If he and I will both be in the group going to search for that Kaji-whatever, I will not take my eyes off him for a moment, I thought as my hand unconsicously reached for the burned mark on my face. It was given to me by infernal on battle of Mt. Hyjal.

As Davorn closed the tavern, I told him, I'd be around tomorrow. After that I sneaked out of the camp and ran to the forest. I was tired, but I couldn't sleep among all those humans after all the time I had spent in the wilderness. Also, I did not want to be separated from my companion for too long time.

"Pint! Are ye here?" I shouted to the silent forest. I stopped and listened to the sounds of the forest. Soon I heard a sound of large creature making it ways trough the woods. I spotted the familiar shape of a huge bear as he came running towards me.

He greeted me with a friendly growl and looked at me accusingly. "Where have you been? I thought you had left me", his eyes seemed to tell me.

"But I was only gone fer few hours!" I shouted.

Pint turned his head a little and raised his eyebrows: "Actually, when you left me, sun was high up in the sky, and it went down and is rising again."

I shooked my head. "Alright, alright. I met a human, who offered me a drink. 'T would've been rude to say 'no'"

He opened his mouth and showed me his lip. "Your specie has strange habits."

"Ye, ye. Whatever", I said shaking my head again. "Somethin' important came up, and I'll be going on a journey with some humans-"

"-And you want me to stay here?" bear asked and managed to look extremely dissappointed and betrayed.

I was going to say 'yes', but couldn't not bring myself to do so, while looking into those eyes. "Ahh... to hell with ye! Come along then, ye blasted excuse of a bear! But we'll travel with some humans, so remember that!"

With those words I turned around and ended the conversation. I looked for a good place to sleep for a while, although I didn't have much time to sleep. Me and Pint would need to be at the camp tomorrow.

As my eyes closed, I sighed one last time. Somehow, the bear always managed to win our arguments...

[Sin'Drowlithicus]

Name: Darin Thaz Fuller/Captain Fuller
Race: Human
Age: 22
Class: Dark Paladin
Equipment: Black Plate Mail, Gauntlets, Boots, Plate Belt, Scabbard, a serrated Dark Greatsword (two-handed sword), a fine Dagger made for throwing.
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Now mostly awaken, I stood before my men, waiting for the rest of the troops to fall in. Once I was satisfied, I began walking past the soldiers "Men, the order for us to march will come soon, so be ready! Got that?"

A booming response was achieved "Sir, Yes Sir!"

"Good, Now, while we ready ourselves, I want you to increase the guards on watch duty. We cannot let any more chances for the Forsaken to take... Dismissed!" The soldiers then began to disperse as my subordinates left to carry out the orders. Turning around, I began walking back to the command post, searching for Lieutenant Blackmoore, a well-respected collegue.

But, said collegue Blackmoore was found on patrol so I caught up to him and reported my doings "Sir, the 51st Defendant of Stormwind will be ready to march as soon as you give the order! I've also taken the precaution of preparing supply caravans, should we need them, as well as several fast messengers if we need reinforcements. The Messengers themselves will be riding the caravans."

having completed my report, I stood up right and awaited my next orders, if there were any.

OOC: Just refer to me as simply Sin. It'll be better than spelling out my whole name...

[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 walked out of Blackmoore's tent in a bad mood, as usual. Why is evreyone here so intent on keeping me with them? If it wasn't for the fact that I have a feeling that the next runestone is somewhere beneath Stormwind, and since Blackmooore is my only ticket in and out of Stormwind, I whould of ran off days ago!

Just why did I have to take that drunk dwarf's advice I rescued from those giant spiders in the woods and take a shortcut throgh Blackmoore's encampment?

I sat on a rock, and took a deep breath. I whant to get away from Blackmoore, but I need to get into Stormwind. There has to be someway I can get into Stormwind without anyone seeing me and attacking on sight because of my stinking aurmoa!

OOC: This is a hint for someone to give my guy a hint about what to do about his dilema. And don't forget, we can't just go straight to the Kajjdorr. We have to follow a 'trail' of rune stones, remember? I'll again post in more detail if you guys are confused.

[Galbryn]

OT:

Well done guys. I'm in the process of reading this as much as I can. There's a lot to take in. These things can be hard to keep together and you are all doing a fantastic job. I applaud you. I won't be joining this one since it is so far into the mix, plus time constraints are still upon me, but keep up the good writing. Well done. :)

[The Flamestrike]

OT:

Well done guys. I'm in the process of reading this as much as I can. There's a lot to take in. These things can be hard to keep together and you are all doing a fantastic job. I applaud you. I won't be joining this one since it is so far into the mix, plus time constraints are still upon me, but keep up the good writing. Well done. :)

Ah, hello there Galbryn! It's been great fun playing in this thread. It's a shame that you can't join in again, but I uess that's life. Maybe Marofirse could make an apperance somewhere...

[Blackmoore]

Galbryn, it's been too long. Welcome back? or is this just a visit?

[Doublehex]

Well Galbryn, you can still join, even if it is a bit far in the 'mix'. And, it's not really that far, in my opinion. We haven't even gotten to Stormwind yet.

[Galbryn]

Galbryn, it's been too long. Welcome back? or is this just a visit?

OT:
Thank you. Yeah, I've missed this place. I decided to play other games and wait for WoW, but that is another story, and the wrong thread for this. ;) I may be back, but as for right now, consider it a visit. As for jumping in now?? Well, I have a lot of reading to do before I consider it. I may wait until the next one. Anyway, thanks for the warm welcome all. :)

[Doublehex]

Allright guys, I'm working on a site for the rp, and I ask two things: one, to email me a short small history of your guy with a picture. The second being a fan fiction telling what guy was doing a several months before his appearance in the rp. The first one I would like as soon as possible. The second, you can take your time on. my email is doublehex@hotmail.com

edit: 3k views! Congrats evreybody!

[Doublehex]

The site is up! Altough only Garshtnar is the only guy in the characters directory, it is only the begging. www.geocities.com/doublehex168

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

no worries guys, ill post later..

[The Flamestrike]

Hey, nice website Doublehex! How did you make that cool pic of Garshtnar? It's great!

But I think that you should get rid of the dark red colour on the text. It's too dark to read on the black background.

Right now I've gotta go and draw a pic of Terald...

[Sin'Drowlithicus]

Off-Topic: I see my history was alright. Well, good enough for me!

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

Name: Spyck Daymen

Race: Human.

Class: Novice of the Dark Arts.

Age: 28

Appearance: 6'ft 4 , Long Dark Hair , 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 robe with a Hood; He also has a Gimp Mask that he wears when he feels lonely....

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 seeks revenge.

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As I walked out of the Tavern 2 things were flowing through my mind, The Kajjdorr and the look in the dwarf’s eyes. As Davorn was speaking to me I could tell that the dwarf wasn’t keen on me the 1st moment I walked in, but he was the least of my worries for now.

The way Davorn spoke about the Kajjdorr he seemed to be aware of it’s enormous power, I still can’t understand why he won’t let me weild it, if it really is as powerful as he says it is then when we find it, I’ll take it and show all of the forsaken especially Cenkrill that once I have the Kajjdorr in my hands No one will dare oppose me.

I walked out into the Wilderness with my head filled with thoughts. I layed against a big oak tree hoping to get some rest for tommorow because tommorow we will start on this journey…

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Just something short for now…

[Doublehex]

@ Blackmoore: That pic is actually from the WoW fan site pack.

[Blackmoore]

? My old avatar?

[Doublehex]

No! My guys picture on the site! sheesh

[Blackmoon]

-- OFF TOPIC --
No! My guys picture on the site! sheeshBy the way, it was Flamestrike, who asked about your picture, not Blackmoore ;)

So, is the history I posted, when I created the char on this thread good enough, as it is quite detailed? Or do you want me to make it different? As for picture, I need to start looking for one, as my own art skills are limited to drawing stick-men with paint :p

[Sin'Drowlithicus]

I believe Doublehex wanted a history of what your character did in recent months, not his life. Seemed that way to me, could be wrong though. Doubt I'm wrong anyway.

[Doublehex]

Guys, forget the fan fiction. For some strange reason, when a large amount og text is used, it dosen't add to the page's size, it just takes it all up. And since there is no way to set the page's size, well, you can see there can be a problem. So forget about the fan fiction.

[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 watched as Blackmoore’s soldiers finished packing their gear. We will be heading for Stormwind Keep, the capital of Azeroth, in an hour, maybe even less. Maybe it wasn’t time for me to depart from Blackmoore’s company. But eventually, the time would come. I guess for now I’ll play along with Blackmoore, I don’t feel easy in the camp though. With all of the men eyeing me as they pass me, they’re prejudice in their eyes.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Blackmoore.

“Garshtnar. Time to go”

I sighed. “Fine.”

We were on our way to Stormwind. But I sense a dark breeze-a familiar breeze. One of an old enemy.

[KnightOfNnee]

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

*****

I woke from my “nap” a bit after midday, feeling refreshed. I left the bunker in search of food, and as I left the building, I noticed a familiar face. “Terald?” I called after him.

“Yeah?” He said spinning around. He seemed as surprised to see me as I was to see him; I hadn’t expected the cure to work this fast.

“I see you’re better,” I said stating the obvious.

“Yes, and I was wondering how.” He said, cocking and eyebrow at me.

“Well once I figured it out, it was simple.” I said. “Before I was assigned to Gen. Blackmoore, I worked with one of the Spellbreakers.” Terald smiled a bit at the mention of his powerful half brethren. “He and I became good friends,” I continued. “And he explained to me the theory behind moving spells from one person to another. Once Constantine determined that the injury upon you was magical in nature, I thought that maybe we could ‘move’ it onto Garwood. Since he’s already undead, I didn’t think it would hurt him”

With a thoughtful expression, Terald replied, “Make’s sense.”

“I however, am a far cry from a Spellbreaker, so it took the combined might of myself, Garwood, and Constantine to move the curse.” I added.

“Well thank you,” he said, involuntarily touching his chest.

“May I?” I asked indicating his chest. It’s always a good idea to look and make sure the wound is healed and isn’t coming back.

“Of course,” he said, pulling up hid shirt. The only thing left was a small pinkish scar that would probably fade in time.

“Well, now that you’re healed I’d like if you would come with me and few others on a bit of a ‘quest,’” I said feeling a bit hopeful. I really liked dwarves, having spent much of my youth again, but no one can argue that having an elf along on a quest isn’t a good thing. Furthermore, I like half-elves, unlike the general populous. Not that most people hate them, or anything, they are merely looked at as the illegitimate sons that has no race of culture. I however respected the elves on their stealth and agility, but didn’t agree with most of their close-minded elitist views. Half-elves, on the other hand tended to be agile and what not, without the condescending mannerisms.

“I have heard all about you’re quest,” he said with a bit of a grin.

“And what say you?”

*****

Off topic: What is up? Are Garwood and Blackmoore headed to Stormwind wilts everyone else rendezvous with Trink, or are we all off to Stormwind and then to Booty Bay? Either way would be fun, but we are going to need a uniform decision.

[Doublehex]

I think the way I see it, evreyone is moving as a group, expect for Trick, who is moving straight for Booty Bay.

[The Flamestrike]

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

“And what say you?” Davorn said.

I grinned slightly as I answered his proposition.

"Of course I'll come with you, Davorn. I owe you one for saving my life-a debt that can only be repaid in blood."

"Terald, I'm a Paladin, I don't require payment for good deeds." Davorn said matter-of-factly.

"Even so, by the virtues of both the Humans and High Elves, I'll repay you somehow. And besides, Garshtnar Garwood needs to be restored back to his rightful state."

This seemed to hit him as a bit of a shock.

"But-but I thought you hated Garshtnar," he said, blinking slightly.

"Yeah, I did. I thought he was just another corpse that needed killing off. But I had a nightmare last night after I battled Cenkrill that changed all that."

"What do you mean?" Davorn said, his expression showing surprise.

"Well, I had a nightmare that I turned into a Forsaken." Davorn seemed utterly confused at this point. I continued. "I was horrified. I felt like it wasn't right, that I was a half-Elf, that I shouldn't be an Undead, that I didn't deserve it. And then I woke up. I don't think I can tell you how nasty it was."

"And then what happened?"

I almost felt tears as I spoke. "And then I saw Garshtnar walking alone outside the tent. I realised that the same thing that I dreamed about had happened to him, only it wasn't just a nightmare, it was for real. Garshtnar can't just wake up in a bed and feel alright again, he's stuck as an Undead. He was a normal Human once, not that different from me really; and then he was painfully transformed into a monster. I can't imagine that kind of torment." Davorn was nodding, now that he understood.

"I can't imagine that sort of evil either, Terald."

"So that's why we've got to turn him back. We've got to end his torment so that the true evils of this world can be exterminated. I'll come with you, Davorn, and stick with you and everyone else to the end."

"Thanks, Terald. The help of a good half-Elf never goes unappreciated."

"Nah, I should thank you, Davorn, for listening to me. It's good to know that even in these dangerous days, the Alliance still has strong men it can count on. See you about."

"Anytime."

[Doublehex]

Good job Flamestrike. You said exactly what it feels like for Garshtnar to be undead. Great one there.

[The Flamestrike]

Good job Flamestrike. You said exactly what it feels like for Garshtnar to be undead. Great one there.

Thanks. BTW, we've reached over 200 posts! Who knows, this thread could even become as great as the 'Alliance, Rise Up!' thread.

[Doublehex]

If we continue at a good pace, and stay commited, I wouldn't doubt it for a second.

[Sin'Drowlithicus]

OOC: Awesome, considering I wasn't even involved in the first one nor did I even read them too (Too long y'know) But I can honestly say that this rp is the best I've ever been in, except for FM...

Sorry, but that's the way the cookie crumbles.

[Doublehex]

Eh, it's a cycle.

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

Name: Spyck Daymen

Race: Human.

Class: Novice of the Dark Arts.

Age: 28

Appearance: 6'ft 4 , Long Dark Hair , 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 robe with a Hood; He also has a Gimp Mask that he wears when he feels lonely....

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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I awoke with the suns rays gleaming onto my pale face. I stood up from my resting place and I slowly walked back to the encampment, I went into the tavern and got some food.

As I was eating quietly the dwarf that was sitting with Davorn last night came into the tavern and asked the bar keep for a pint of Ale. As he was drinking he seemed to be murmuring to himself every so often, he then would look at me with hatred in his eyes.

I then walked over to him, I was just about to say something but I heard a bell ring, I walked outside and it seemed that some people were getting ready to leave, I'm guessing that they're going on the journey.

I saw Davorn talking to that Half Elf that saved me that night, after they finished talking I went up to Davorn and spoke.

“Davorn, when are we going to leave for this trip?”

“Ahhh Spyck, Good to see you’re all rested up, we’ll be leaving as soon as everyone meets up then we shall head out to the great human city Stormwind”

“Very well, I guess I’ll see you then”.

With those last words spoken I walked off

[Blackmoon]

Name: Lunarc Bloodbeard
Race: Dwarf
Class: Hunter/Warrior
Weapons: A Long Rifle called “One-Shot”. Two ordinary Battle Axes.
Skills: Survival, Tracking
Age: 79
Misc: Has an animal companion, a bear called Pint As the rays of sun pierced my eyes, I felt something wet on my face. I opened my eyes and saw big furry head above me. It licked by face. "Come on, Pint. Dogs do that. Bears don't. Yer a bear, not a dog!"

As I rose, Pint stepped few steps back and looked at me. Its eyes seemed to mock me somehow. I gave it a glare and looked at the sun, to estimate time of day. It was about midday! I quickly gathered all my stuff and marched towards the encampment.

"Alright, Pint. Time to go meet some humans", I said grinning. I knew how he hated being around humans. But hey, I had given him a chance to wait for me here, but it had stubbornly decided to follow me. He's more stubborn then a dwarf sometimes, I thought.

As we closed in the camp, I noticed there was something going on there. It would seem the whole camp was moving somewhere. I grinned again and looked at Pint. "See Pint? We'll get a whole lot of those humans with us! Ain't that just great?"

Few watchmen came to welcome us, when we arrived. "What is your business here, dwarf?" one of them asked.

I stopped and looked up at him. "We've been invited by Davorn Trythad himself to accompany him on a mission. Now move alon' lad, or ye'll be in trouble"

Eyes of the watchman kept swinging from me to Pint and back. "S-sorry, sir dwarf. But no pets are allowed in the camp", he said pointing at the bear.

"Fine by us. As ye can see, we have no pets with us. Just me and me faithful companion Pint here", I said and then grinned menacingly. "Unless of course, ye're implyin' that Pint here is a pet. But he doesn't like being called a pet, ye know."

The watchman hesitated a bit and I said: "Ye know, they say a bear can remove one's head from one's body with single attack with its claw..."

"Uhh... move along then, sir dwarf", man said. "You and your ... companion may enter."

"Well, thank ye", I said and moved onward to the camp. As me and Pint walked trough the camp we gathered quite alot of looks from bypassers. "Now remember Pint. While we're in the camp, don't eat anythin', without askin' me first. Clear?" Bear looked at me amused and I could only hope, it had understood.

I first made my way to the tavern. I told Pint to sit outside, while I'd get us something to eat from inside. Then I entered the tavern. First thing to catch my eye was that damned warlock, who was sitting there. If the tavern would've been empty and if Davorn didn't trust him, I'd just take out One-Shot and blast him away. But now, I just gave him a glare and walked to the barkeep.

"I'll take one ale fer starters", I said to him and he went on to get me one. I took a long sip. Nothing beats cool ale at the morning. Or at any other time either. I though as I finished the first pint and ordered second. As I drank the second one, I noticed the warlock was looking at me once in a while. Blasted warlocks. They should be taken behind the house and shot, I murmured to my pint and gave him a hostile glare.

During the third pint, the warlock rised and started walking towards me. He seemed to have something to say, but when a bell rung outside, he decided to go out instead. I bought some food for myself and Pint and walked out too.

Outside, I noticed the warlock was exchanging few words with Daviorn. I looked around for Pint, as I wanted to introduce him to Davorn, but could not see him. I looked around shouting "Pint!", but got no response. I then started running around asking bystanders whether they had seen a bear around. Many seemed amused by the idea of a bear within the camp, but it wasn't hard to track Pint, as many who had seen him also remembered him.

I finally found him eating fish from the same barrels, I had used as a my cover yesterday, when the elves fought. He was surrounded by soldiers, who were closing him holding their weapons. Pint looked at them with dangerous look in his eyes. Those blasted fools are trying to force him into a corner! I realized and started running towards them and took One-Shot from my back.

Pint growled and roared as he was faced with six threathening opponents. They obviously took Pint as a security threath as one of them attacked Pint. He slashed Pint with his sword, but the blow wasn't strong enough to to pierce bear's tough skin and left only a scratch. Pint striked the soldier with claw sending the poor man flying backwards. Soldier landed on barrels of ale and was left unconsicous ... or dead.

As rest of the soldiers prepared for attacked, I raised One-Shot and shot on the air. The noise made soldiers turn around and I shouted to them: "Get away from him, ye bastards!"

They were a bit confused by this sudden intervention and I added: "One of the few things that are more dangerous than an angry dwarf, is an angry bear. Move away from him, or ye'll have to deal with both"...

[The Flamestrike]

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

After my conversation with Davorn, I was striding through the Human encampment. Men were hurrying around like ants, busy packing stuff for our expedition to find the Kajjdorr, whilst Blackmoore walked around barking orders. I smiled as I looked at them sweating and moving. Humans are always so rushed and stressful. But that might be that they only live for about seventy years.

Presently, I saw a soldier go flying across the field and smash into a pile of ale barrels. Whatever hurled him, must be big. Really big. I thought as I ran over to find five other warriors surrounding a massive bear and that Dwarf, Lunarc someone with him. The Dwarf looked very annoyed, and he had his rifle out.

"What's going on here?" I cried as I ran up.

"This Dwarf's brought a bear with him!" a soldier said.

"And he's threatened us with a rifle!" another yelled.

"Pint ain't some creep out t'be killed!" Lunarc cried.

"Men, leave these two alone. They're trusty folk. Go and see to that man over there." I said as I pointed to the prone man who had gone flying over the yard earlier. The guards retreated, but none of them looked very pleased. I turned to the Dwarf.

"So you're Lunarc, the one who was spying on me and Rolen when we had our little...disagreement?" I asked slowly.

[Blackmoore]

General Johan Christian Blackmoore
Race: Human
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Even though Stormwind was only a mere 2 miles away from our encampment, it felt as if we were making a grand journey. It was nearly noon when we were just about to leave our encampment. The things we needed were taken, and those we left.

"MEN!" I barked. Just like that, 30 or so men stumbled infront of me. "AT EASE!" Something was different, and indeed 5 or so of my men were missing. "Bloody bastards," I muttered. The encampment was only so big, so it shouldn't be difficult. And it wasn't. Within moments one of my soldiers took flight. Before anyone knew it, I was there.

"Mighty hell" I muttered. The scene wasn't too friendly. Barrels broken, fish strewn across this patch of land. I let out a sigh. "What in the name of the light allowed five barrels of ale to be broken?"

"Sir! Uh...it was the bear. He was a threat."

"Maybe a threat to your god damn sorry asses! Get out of here!" Four or so men vacated the area before anyone said anything. Eyeing the man hopefully unconcious, I kicked him in the ribs. Groaning, he got up and headed towards the sick bay.

"Bear, I assume that's a playful swipe?" For once, the bear showed some sign of playfullness on it's face.

"So you're Lunarc, the one who was spying on me and Rolen when we had our little...disagreement?"

I whipped around. There stood Terald, eyes steel, staring right at the dwarf. My hand skitted to the hilt of my sword, just incase something were to happen.
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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.

I heard some noise while I was sharpining my blade, and ran over to where I saw Blackmoore, Terald, and a Dwarf in a deep conversation. By the looks of it,(and by looks of it, I mean the strawberry redness in the dwarf's and Blackmoore's eyes) Blackmoore and the Dwarf were in the fight. Howerver, Terald looks normal, except he dosen't show a glare at me, which is unusual.

"What's going on?"

Blackmoore quickly looked at me. "This dwarf and his pet started a fight."

"Not surprising."

"I didn't start any fight! Those soilders of yers Blackmoore, they started it when they threatened to kill Pint. I don't call defending yourself starting a fight!"

"It is when you break five ale barrels."

Terald did a small chuckle. "Ale just gets you drunk anyways. No use in a fight."

Blackmoore shot a glare at Terald. "It's the only type of drink we can afford!"

I quickly seperated the two of them. I tried to do the dwarf, but it's kinda tough to seperate someone who's half your size.

"Break it up, the lot of ya! What's done is done. Now, we got to get to Stormwind. I wasted enough time sitting around here, when I chould of been to Stormwind, found the stone, and return to the camp! Now let's get going already!"

By the time I was done, evreybody's eyes were as big as a puppies, and their jaws were dropped slightly to the left.

[Fenikkusu]

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

“Zeir…no one knows why I cannot learn magic.”

“That isn’t good news, my friend. How much more powerful you would have been if you were able to use magic.”

“And without magic, I won’t be able to keep my promise of beating you one day.”

“Is that true? Magic isn’t the only key to power”

“That might be true…I will continue trying to learn magic while focusing more on my battling skills.”

“Forget about magic all together. Because of your want for magic you wasted away centuries of training time, now your skills diminished. You have much to do to bring back your sword skills. Focus on one thing for now on.”

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Zeir was probably correct. I am wasting my time trying to learn magic on my own, and I should have known that earlier. But I thought since I knew how to use one spell I could learn anything. Over a day of work with no rest there was no sign of being able to use any other spells. With time against me it’d still be trying to learn magic as the Forsaken take over Stormwind.

“Maybe this training session is foolish, as most of my decisions are.”

I now stood on top of a tree, watching the sunset. If there were one thing I learned was to enjoy knowing that after a day of work, you would be able to watch the Moon shine that night.

“Focusing on my sword technique would be the sure fire thing to do to make myself a threat. But without some magic then I could be easily defeated by some of the more powerful undead. Heck, Terald could probably take me out with ease with his magic powers.”

I came to the conclusion that I needed to work hard on my sword fighting skills since it seemed I wouldn’t be able to learn magic in the time I had. Plus, the best way to train myself would be to fight actual enemies. My plan was to train in this forest for the rest of the night till the morning, when I would go to Durnholde and try to catch up with Blackmoore and his men.
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OOC: Oh no! Rolen doesn't know about all of you going to Stormwind! What will he find in Durnholde. Stay Tuned!

[The Flamestrike]

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

I quickly left the scene of the arguement for some peace and quiet. I slipped out of the camp gates unnoticed whilst the Humans finished packing. I reached a large hill, and began to lie down, when some movement in the meadow below caught my Elven eyesite. I quickly jumped up, and ran down towards the moving thing. As I came closer, I found that it was a wounded Dwarf warrior, who was clutching a bloody wound in his stomach as he limped over towards me.

"What-what happened to you!?" I cried as I reached him.

"Damned...Undead..." he gasped.

An image of yesterday's attack by 300 Forsaken flashed into my head. I had to learn more. Maybe I could still save this Dwarf. I reached into my pouch, and pulled out a healing potion and poured it down his throat. His breathing slowly cleared, and his wound began to fade. Once he seemed recovered, I spoke again.

"What Undead? And where?" I asked impatiently.

"Well lad," he said, unintentionally insulting me, because I am almost 3,000 years old, "My fortress, that's supposed t'keep the Undead from enterin' Stormwind lands, was attacked by t'Forsaken. There were hordes of 'em! Hundreds an' hundreds an' hundreds! We killed as many as we could with our guns, but they kept on comin', until they took over our 'ole castle w'sheer numbers! The rottin' things killed everyone, an' then raised 'em as Zombies!"

"How did you escape?" I asked, slowly beginning to fear for Stormwind, and my friends.

"I used an invisibility potion t'get outta there, but it deactivated as I fled, an' one of 'em got me with an arrow. And now they're headin' for Stormwind!"

"No more talk, good Dwarf. We've got to get back to the camp and warn General Blackmoore!"

With that, we took off, to warn the Humans of the Undead armies that would soon be assaulting the lands known as Stormwind.

[Cenkrill]

Name: Cenkrill
Race: Forsaken
Age: 25
Class: Priest
Equipment: Broadsword, metal greaves and gauntlets, black hooded robe.
Description: Being buried for only a short time, Cenkrill has risen from the dead with only mild signs of decay affecting his hands and feet. He has blonde hair that just reaches past his jaw line and his eyes have golden irises. He is tall with a fairly masculine build and his face is hidden by his hood at all possible times. From a distance he looks human but up close you can see that his skin is pale.
History: Before his untimely death Cenkrill was a priest in a Lordaeron church studying the arts of magic, but soon his attention was drawn to those of a darker origin. He became obsessed with learning the dark spells and finding out their origin, and soon he became consumed by them. At this time the Scourge were everywhere and any act of dark magic lead to a quick execution. The Paladins killed Cenkrill on the same day Arthus ‘succeeded’ his father and lead Lordaeron to its doom. Soon after the Dark Lady Sylvanas claimed Lordearon for her own and Cenkrill was resurrected along with others to bolster her Forsaken ranks. Now he obeys her orders until he finds something else more worthy of his attention.
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As I peered down into the human encampment it was easy to make out that they were preparing to leave. Which is good, because they have wasted enough of my time as it is. One thing remained to be told though, where were they headed? But this is a problem that can easily be rectified.

Closing my eyes, I began to focus on the mind of one of the humans I could see. On reopening them, my sight was not my own, nor was the sound around me heard by my ears. He was in conversation, “Davorn, when are we going to leave for this trip?”

“Ahhh Spyck, Good to see you’re all rested up, we’ll be leaving as soon as everyone meets up, then we shall head out to the great human city, Stormwind.”

“Very well, I guess I’ll see you then.”

Stormwind? Sylvanas’ second force is moving that direction, if not already there. Do these humans really want to die and be reborn?

I mounted my steed and moved along the forsests edge, the rising sun shone down onto my face, which I then covered with my hood. I hate the sun, it is just another reminder of the past.

[Doublehex]

Glad you decided to join us Cenkrill. I was actually going to pm you...

Anyways, it's too late for me to post. I'll post tommorow. Nite yall.

[Blackmoore]

OOC: Who's this dwarf?

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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While barking orders was fun, there was a limit. For what seemed like hours for my men, the barking stopped. They were grateful, as they sat on what they could, barrels, crates and boxes. For some reason thought, I felt a chill. There was no wind, no snow. Nothing. Something was up. Before I knew it and everyone else, a hawk dove straight at me, and stopped inches away from my face. The message dangaling from it's legs read:

Blackmoore,
You must hurry to Stormwind. NOW! The undead travels quick. Wait for no one, travel fast. The forces of Stormwind need your help. The steed behind you shall help.

Me

Me? Who's me? I turned around. To my ashstonishment, a steed appeared behind me. It's golden mane shined in the light. It truly was a gift from heaven. I mounted. I ordered. I left.

During my leave I left a note:

To whoever
Stormwind is in need of defense. I left for it. Leave as soon as you can. I feel this battle shall not be quick.

Blackmoore

With that, I left to serve and protect the land of the Alliance.
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I arrived at Stormwind. Running to the barracks, I rang the town bell. While the crowd gathered, I barged into the building.

"PREPARE FOR AN ATTACK!"

And just like that, I was out of the building and in front of the crowd ahead of me.

"Citizens of Stormwind. I have word that we shall be under attack." Murmurs traveled through the crowd. "I need everyone to help. Not everyone has to fight, but to prepare would the best. Ready the sick bay, build towers, bunkers, forts. Barricade the entrances. DO EVERY SINGLE THING YOU CAN!"

[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.

"DO EVREY SINGLE THING YOU CAN!"

Suddenly we heard a screech... a gargoyle. Dozens of them were in the sky, like a black cloud covering the sun.

"Too late!" I heard someone scream. We heard the clang of metal and wood, and watched as wooden ladders were brought up onto the fortress walls, as Undead soilders climbled straight into Stormwind Keep!

I heard Blackmoore say something like 'Prepare for battle!'. but I didn't listen. I saw a frostwyrm. And riding it was an old friend. And a new enemy. Cenkrill.

OOC: Okay, guys, I whant to at least have this siege last a couple pages. Once we hit the 1 1/2 page or 2 page mark, then we can end it. But until then: no siege ending!

Get to work boys. It's gonna be a long day. ;)

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

Name: Spyck Daymen

Race: Human.

Class: Novice of the Dark Arts.

Age: 28

Appearance: 6'ft 4 , Long Dark Hair , 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 robe with a Hood; He also has a Gimp Mask that he wears when he feels lonely....

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 General Blackmoore left with his golden steed people hurried and started to leave our encampment everyone got onto a horse and followed the dusty trail that the General had gone through.

Where's My Steed? Just great, well stuff this.

My mind cleared, I took a deep breath, I then stretched out my arm and ripped open a portal with tremendous force. I walked through it and as I come out of it, it vanished back into nothingness.

I arrived in the great City of my people; I appeared to be in a closet, with a wet mop right in my face. I pushed it off and walked outside of the room. Wood and metal clanged together people were running around and panicking, it seemed that I was in the middle of everything and a crowd was beginning to gather.

The General who had already arrived here rang the town bell; its ring boomed everywhere it caught everyone’s attention, now it seemed that most of the encampment had arrived here, everyone gathered into a crowd while General Blackmoore was giving commands. With his last command given a huge creature swooped over us, I saw its rider I looked straight into his face it was none other then Cenkrill that bastard.

Soldiers were barricading the gates of Stormwind but the forsaken were already scaling the walls, they had a battering ram and broke through the Gates of Stormwind, it was time for battle. All the men got swords and some armor all the women and children ran into there houses and were barricaded, then a great crack was heard from the gates.

The forsaken broke through the gates;

“THEY’VE BREACHED THE CITY!!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

The General let out a great howl;

“KILL THEM, SLAY THEM ALL!!!”

My eyes turned white, veins started to pop out of my forehead, my muscles bulged, I held out my hands towards the undead, Crimson flames burned from my hands, I then quickly buffed myself with a demon armor spell, people started to step away from me,

I started to laugh with great anger; “AHAHA.. AHAHAHA..! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!” I then started to run towards the hordes of undead, I then let out the flames from my hands, everyone charged behind me. It was time; it was time for death…

OOC: Ill post something after everyone else has posted...

[Blackmoon]

Name: Lunarc Bloodbeard
Race: Dwarf
Class: Hunter/Warrior
Weapons: A Long Rifle called “One-Shot”. Two ordinary Battle Axes.
Skills: Survival, Tracking
Age: 79
Misc: Has an animal companion, a bear called PintFor a moment after Blackmoore's leave, there was a chaos at the camp, when those, who had a steed, tried to reach it and follow him and while those, who did not just started running. While all the humans ran around like bees, me and Pint stared at each other.

"Just this once?" I pleaded and tried to catch the sight of the bear, but it pretended it didn't hear me and seemed to be very interrested about some bird, that flew by.

"Com' on Pint, I'll promise I won't laug' at ye fer that later", I said while trying to catch his attention by snapping his head. He gave me a look that said: "You're kidding me, right?"

"No, I'm not kiddin' ye. If we want 't catch Blackmoore, I need a steed. Would ye be my steed for now, Pint?". He rotated his head abit: "No."

"If ye do me this favour, Pint, we'll spent next month fishing!" I pleaded in last desperate try. "Promise?" he asked me with his eyes. "Aye, I'll swear it by the dwarven blood that runs in me veins!"

A bit later, the soldiers, who had left without a steed, could witness the marvelous sight of dwarf riding a bear towards Stormwind as if demons were by his tail. As I rode trough the gates, I heard a bell ring and little later I hear Blackmoore shouting orders to defenders.

I dismounted Pint and it gave me look: "Not one word about this ever ... and remember what you promised." I grinned and ran away. "Ye go have a look at the main gate. That's the big thing we rode .. run trough. I'll go blast a few rottin' bastards from the walls", I instructed Pint. "And Pint... be careful", I added when the bear was running away.

I made sure my rifle was fully loaded (it can hold six shots, until it needs to be reloaded) and ran to the walls, where apparently the undead had already began to climb. As I ran up the stairs, I heard a screech above me and saw an ugly, bat-like creature flying towards me. Gargoyle, I thought and felt my body preparing for battle ahead.

It came down fast, and I barely had enough time to evade. I jumped off the stairs, just a moment before gargoyle's claws slashed trough the air at my earlier position. The fall from the stairs to the ground was quite long and I grunted in pain as the fall knocked breath out of my lungs. It was no time to start lying around though, as the gargoyle was already ready for second strike. I could barely get back up, when I already heard it striding trough the air towards me. Trusting the instincts of my bestial side, I jumped to the left again barely evading the gargoyle's claws.

I rolled and got on my feet and spotted the gargoyle again turning back towards me. I raised One-Shot, took a fast aim and pulled the trigger. My opponent screeched in pain as the bullet pierced its left eye. It fell to the ground and after a while lied completely still. I took one of my axes and approached to see, if it was dead. It seemed quite dead, but just incase, I cut its head of with my axe. "One shot, one kill", I said to the headless gargoyle.

My dwarven rage was already boiling in my veins and I started looking more to kill. It seemed I had no problem finding more...

[Blackmoore]

I'll post tomorrow..

[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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We were ready this time. The gargoyle soon fell to the many steam tanks stations. The screeching of death was heard. The knights charged the undead lancing and slashing through the sea of ghouls and crypt fiends. We didn't have control of the walls, but houses stood high enough for the gunman and archers to fire. We were gaining the advantage until, they came. Hundreds of frost wrym's, destroyers and Abomination's. We could hold them off, but for how long?

Alll of a sudden, a bang that rattle my armor sending my body to the ground, gave life to an Infernal.

"LUNARC! I need your help! We got a problem!"

He arrrived. "I see, a mighty large problem at that. We can only try.

I nodded. "FOR STORMWIND!" I charged and the enormus beast was headed for us.

[Doublehex]

Garshtnar Garwood

Race: Forsaken

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

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

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

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

As the warriors charged at the undead, I headed for the walls. The undead I ecountered I either easily killed or avoided their blows and kept on running. When i reached the castle walls, I saw him. Cenkrill was heading right towards me. Before I chould get a chance to strike at him, a gargoyle garbbed me. In moments I was above the battle, and soon enough, right above the castle.

Then it dropped me.

[The Flamestrike]

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

I dashed across the landscape of Stormwind, trying to reach the legendary Human city in time before the Undead armies. It saddened me that all these ancient oak trees and green grasslands that surrounded me, the embodiment of peace and nature, would soon be ruined the volatile forces of the Horde once again. I remembered the First War, and how the fire and steel of the Orcs had devastated Azeroth. So many good lives and so much peace destroyed by those beasts... I shook these thoughts from my head as I saw the great walls and gate of Stormwind in the distance. Even from this distance, they were large. I coud see warriors gathering on the walls, which ment that my message had successfully reached General Blackmoore and his men, but I looked back, and saw a great mass of dark figures marching steadily across the plains, their features (fortunately) obscured by a dust cloud. I hurried on to Stormwind Keep.

But then I heard shrieking filling the air, and a large swarm of beastly Gargoyles flew from the skies towards the city. Then they noticed me, and swooped down towards me. They were howling for my blood. I ran for all I was worth, but they were catching up with me, as the people on the walls pointed helplessly. I suddenly spun around, and loosed a fire arrow into the chest of the one closest to me, sending it spiralling down to it's death. I leapt across the bridge, through the gates and into the Stormwind courtyard.

Soldiers and civilians were swarming everywhere, and I saw Blackmoore amongst the crowd. His forces seemed to have mde it here.

"You got my message then?" I shouted to him amongst the din of arms.

"Terald! You made it!" Blackmoore exclaimed.

"No more talk! We've got to defend the city!" I replied hastily.

Blackmoore said something else, but I was already on top of the walls of Stormwind. I looked around. Just over fifty Human soldiers, mostly new recruits, stood with a couple of Captains ready on my part of the walls, looking scared but trying their all out best to look brave. On other portions of the wall, my friends were taking their places with seperate regiments of soldiers. Good luck to you all, and may the Light protect you... I thought as I then saw the vast Forsaken armies pouring towards out walls. This is all too much like Quel'Thalas... I thought. I pushed that away as I spoke.

"Men of Stormwind! We must keep these creatures off your walls! The fate of the Human city depends on it!" I got only a few frightened nodds in return.

Then the Gargoyles were upon us, screaming as they lunged down and grabbed unfortunate men, and then hurled them far below to their deaths amongst the Forsaken hordes below us.

"Everyone, fire!" I cried, as I shot down a crazed Gragoyle with a Searing Arrow. A hail of arrows from the Stormwind Archers flew towards the swarms of charging Gargoyles. Most dodged the missiles, but some were not so lucky, and shrieked as they crashed down from the skies into the massed Undead army below us, crushing several Forsaken. An Undead warrior on a nightmare steed shouted:

"CHARGE!"

In response, the innumerable Undead forces began their first bitter assault.

"Fire again!" I roared, as I sent my own arrow into a Forsaken Warlock captain. The archers shouted as they loosed their own volley of arrows against the Undead swarming towards the foot of the walls, slaying many, but a second later, many more trampled over their dead comrades, and started raising long wooden ladders, which they swarmed up like ants.

"Draw swords!" a captain yelled, and I drew my own, just as the Undead soldiers flooded over their ladders onto the walls, killing everything in their path.

"For the ALLIANCE! Stand, men of Stormwind!" I screamed, as I began hacking down my first evil foes alongside the Stormwind Guards with my newly forged sword. The Humans seemed heartened by this, and hurled themselves at their hideous attackers, to hack and chop at them. Even though our enemies were fierce, the Humans drove them back, and it looked like the walls would hold. But then I saw a swooping Gargoyle clutching someone. It was...Garshtnar! The Undead warrior was struggling, but the Gargoyle's grip was too strong. Just two days ago, I would have been very glad to see this sight, but now, with my new-found respect and sympathy for him, I knew that I had to save him, no matter what. For a second, I wanted to shoot the flying monster down with my arrows, but then I realised that I might kill Garshtnar in the process.

Then it just dropped him from the skies.

"NO!" I roared, and almost sub-consciously utterred a wind spell that Alleria had taught me. Good old Alleria.

The wind spell caught Garshtnar, and knocked him onto the walls, saving him from death, but dazing him. Forgetting the battle at hand, I rushed over to him, slaying any Undead in my path. I reached him and knelt down.

"Garshtnar? Are you okay?" I said, hoping against hope that he would be.

However, I didn't see the very angry Gargoyle coming up behind me...

[Sin'Drowlithicus]

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

"What did you say you found?" Darin asked the footman, who had recently found the note from Blackmoore.

"Undead are attacking Stormwind, sir!"

"What in the Hell are we waiting here for? To arms!" Darin yelled as he rushed outside, sounding out the order to march for Stormwind. Soon, the troops were mobilized, and Darin gave another Captain the order to march to Stormwind and reinforce the soldiers there. Soon enough, the soldiers were underway.

But, as it was, Darin remained behind in the encampment. He smiled as he headed for the stable and searched for his steed. "Oh blackest of black. Shadow, time for us to ride again!" The black horse neighed as Darin saddled upon him and took off running.

shortly after the captain had left the camp, and entered a forest that would end up at Stormwind perimeters. There were several Ghouls waiting in ambush, but they were no match for Darin's steely blade as he whirled it around, decapitating their heads, leaving them to run around like headless chickens.

Another problem presented itself, in the form of an Abomination. This one was twice as meaner than unsual, and thrice as ugly. "Ugh..." Darin shivered at the sight of sheer ugliness. The Abomination took after Darin, running as fast as its short yet chunky legs would allow him. Surprisingly, the Abomination closed in fast on the Dark Paladin, but soon slowed down as it was faced with its worst nightmare, a huge paladin twriling its hammer.

Darin smiled as he used his spells of fear, and inflict horredous nightmares on the frightened Abomination. But the smile only grew wider as Darin's left gauntlet glowed a sickly green, as the Negative Energy surged through his body, and through his hands. He then muttered some quick words while the Abomination was still frightened; the ground shook as three fearless Spirit Warriors rose from the dirt, floating three feet into the air, with glowing green heads, arms carring two long slashing blades, and a torso ending in its spine dangling in the air. "Attack, my loyal servants!" The Abomination was soon being torn apart by the dancing blades of the Spirit Warriors. Soon, one of the Warriors were destroyed but two more rose to take its place, and continued the onslaught.

The Dark Paladin smiled even more wider as he watched his servants perform their actions quickly without flaw; Macbre yet perfected in death...

Closing his glowing hand, Darin ordered the five Spirit Warriors to stand back. they did, and revealed the weakened Abomination, its guts spilled onto the ground, its skins ripped wide open, and one of its arms dismembered. Gathering the Negative Energy in his hand, Darin directed a blast of the Negative Energy, quite potent, at the Abomination, and watched it explode apart into bloody pieces.

One of the Spirit Warriors turned to face me, and spoke through a mental connection. "Hmm, behind me?" Darin looked behind him, and saw dozens of Abominations, Ghouls, and Skeletons, the reinforcements for the Forsakened.

"Attack them!" Darin yelled as he began summoning more Spirit Warriors to reinforce his small army. After summoning so many, he felt slightly drained, and decided to let his energies build up again. Chuckling quietly, the Dark Paladin twirled his sword and took his place alongside his servants.

The Ghouls were quickly outmatched by the slashing swords of the Spirit Warriors and soon the ghostly warriors began fighting the Abominations, while Darin began tearing through what remained of the Ghouls and the Skeletons.

Time slowly passed as both forces' numbers fell, but the Spirit Warriors kept coming back to life by invading dead Undead bodies. As Abominations and Ghouls rose back up, they turned back onto their own former allies.

The Air became thick with energy as Darin fought alongside his men, and soon they drove back the Undead forces; by then, Darin had sent what remained of the Spirit Warriors and the converted Undead soldiers after them. Darin then got back onto his steed, and galloped toward Stormwind. As he edged closer toward the city, he dispelled his energies and entered the gate.

It was total pandemonium, as the Stormwind soldiers clashed against the Forsaken troops. Neither sides showed signs of giving ground. Time to work my blade... Darin, atop Shadow, began slashing at the Undead soldiers, while healing his allies. he waded through the battlefield, working as a warrior, and a healer. Shortly after, he finally found his superior, Lieutenant General Blackmoore, and set out to join him.

"Sir, sorry I'm late! I was busy wiping out the back up troops for the Forsaken. And the rest of my men will be here soon enough! Good to see you haven't fallen yet, Sir!"

The Dark Paladin deflected a blow intended for Blackmoore and moved in to cover his unprotected flank. Darin was constantly smiling as he felt the dark energies growing across the air, reveling in it. These undead were nothing against his serrated Dark Greatsword (Quite a nasty piece of steel).

[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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"RRRROOOOOOAAAARR" the fallen Infernal blasted with it's last ounce of strength.

"Mighty' good job Blackmoore, but we can't let down the defenses yet." yelled Lunarc over the blasting steam tanks, exploding mortars and clashes of steel. With that, he left to slay more undead.

"Sir, sorry I'm late! I was busy wiping out the back up troops for the Forsaken. And the rest of my men will be here soon enough! Good to see you haven't fallen yet, Sir!"

"Fuller! Glad you're here." At the same time, we lunged toward a running undead, splitting him in pieces. "It takes more than some undead to take down Blackmoore. Get going, west side of the city could use some more defense due to the large amount of civilians."

"Gotcha."

Things were going good. Not many undead were breaching the walls. I climbed on top of a tower for a view. I was stunned. There I saw were, Orcs and trolls! It was impossible! The undead have allied themselves with the Horde. And at that moment, a sea of green and white began to advance slowly.

"REINFORCEMENT'S ARE ARRIVING FOR THE ENEMY. PREPARE FOR AN ATTACK!"

At that moment, footmen broke out shovels and spades, digging 7 foot deep trenches. The gunman and archers cocked and loaded their guns and readied their bows. Mortar teams loaded and positioned. Cannons were loaded. Tanks prepared rockets to take down air. Priests and mages were prepared. Then a black haze began to come towards the city.

"AIR ASSAULT! KEEP LOW! FIRE!"

Volleys of bullets, arrows and rockets were fired. Some fell, some didn't. Footmen scrambled to timetheir swings to catch Gargoyle flesh. Then our air reinforcements arrived. It was a battle between Gryocopters and Gargoyles. Suddenly a Gargoyle dove and picked up an undead. Then something clicked. It was Garshtnar. And he was falling.

"NO!"

It was Terald. Then my senses couldn't believe it. The wind had caught Garshtnar and sent him to the tall castle. Terald rushed over and said something to Garshtnar. But what he didn't see was the Gargoyle circling.

"Rifleman, give me your gun." There was no time, it either was loaded or it wasn't. I pulled the trigger. A splatter of flesh covered Garshtnar and Terald. Jumping from close building to the next I ended up next to them.

"We're in this together." It was then I realized it. Cenkrill was here. "We have to find Cenkrill. He's here."

[The Flamestrike]

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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huh? What does that mean?

[Blackmoore]

General Johan Christian Blackmoore
General: Rank in army
Johan: First name
Christian: Middle Name
Blackmoore: Last name

Race: Human
Human: Do I really need to explain that?

Class: Mainly Warrior, but has skills in basic healing and the ability to summon a messenger hawk.

Warrior: Warrior. Kicks ***.
Basic Healing: Can heal, but only small wounds.
Summon Messenger hawk: I could say Messenger pigeon, but hawk is cooler.

[The Flamestrike]

No, I didn't mean your bio, I ment the symbols below it. But the text is all there now, so I guess it doesn't matter anymore.

[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 have to find Cenkrill. He's here."

"No" I said. "He's mine. You two must attend to the battle."
With that I ran, and Terald and Blackmoore continued with the battle. It wasn't long when I reached the courtyard that I saw Cenkrill's frostwyrm tear apart a gyrocopter.

"CENKRILL!!!!"

The beast saw me. Cenkrill gave it a nudge with it's reins to swallow me whole. The wyrm hovered mere inches above the ground, at a lightning speed, it's jaws wide open. It looked as if it would complete it's goal, as I smelled it's icey breath.

That is, until I jumped out of the way, and grabbed it's tail as it flew up.

As I did my best to climb the cold bones, Cenkrill noticed me. He did his best to lose, moving left and right, up and down, but I stayed vigilant. No way Cenkrill will lose me this time. I continue climbing.

It was mere moments later that I saw Cenkrill standing over the part where the tail sorted into the torso. Then he jumped towards me. I had no react. He grabbed me, and we both fell, thousands of feet, to the ground.

My back started to really ache, but that wasn't my biggest concern at the moment: I was trying to avoid Cenkrill's sword when I was still on the ground. I chouldn't find my sword. So I gave him a quick kick in the groin, which gave me enough time to getup and run a few feet. Suddenly I saw it: it was under some rubble.

I ran for the rubble and used my remaning strength to get the boulder out of the way. I did it moments before Cenkrill attempted to slice my entire shoulder off.

I did quick, easy breaths, sword in hand.

"So, this is how my old friend Malphrin Malastraun, dies by his friend's hands?"

"Not now at least Cenkrill."

"That remains to be seen Malphrin."

We rushed at each other.

[Blackmoore]

Good job everyone so far, looking good! The documentation is going good as well. Word document: 301 kb. Font: Times. Content: Name and post. Pages: 57.

[Fenikkusu]

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

"Time to get on the move before something else does."

Maybe I should have left an hour ago? O well I can't change that now.

I made my way to Blackmoore's encampment to gather any supplies that his men might have left. After a short search I found a note on the ground, being kept down by a hawk.

"Might I see this?"

The hawk lifted his talons off the note and I picked it up while the bird flew away.

To whoever
Stormwind is in need of defense. I left for it. Leave as soon as you can. I feel this battle shall not be quick.

Blackmoore

"Stormwind...bold move on the Forsaken's part. But if Blackmoore's encampment is the only force that knows of this invasion then his men will die quickly before reinforcments arrive."

I looked up and saw the hawk, now pearched on the roof of a building, looking into the direction of where more encampments would be. It turned it's head to me and stared into my eyes. I help the note in the air and the hawk swooped down and snatched it out of my hands.

"Reinforcments will arrive soon Blackmoore, but do you have soon to spare?"

I knew that I had to get to Stormwind quickly. I felt as ready as I could be for training in an isolated area. Now I could only test my power.

The hawk will get Blackmoore more numbers, all I had to do was help stall the undead for as long as I could. But the Blackmoore's camp was a couple miles away from Stormwind and in that time I run, the Forsaken could be burning down all they see.

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The forest that stood on the outskirts of Stormwind was a nice sight, but the usually loud forest now was too scared to do anything but live. All that could be heard were my own foot steps as I sprinted through the woodlands. With one leap I now stood on a tree that let me look down on the fortress and castle of the human's capitol. I had to help the humans push the undead back but was there much I could do while sitting outside of the raids? I scanned the grounds looking for generals and captains of the undead. I caught the view of a general who was leading a very large and strong group of Forsaken warriors. I rushed down towards the general and lept on him and killed him easily. But the general was able to give out a cry that caught the attention of some of the ghouls and abominations. Most of the ghouls and abominations had they eyes set on me and my only option was to run before I would end up in the same condition as the former general.

"Catch me if you can fools!"

A pretty large group, far to much for me to handle alone, gave chase to me as I headed towards the forest. The forest is where I did best and with the help of the trees, I could possibly kill all these undead that foolishly followed me. How easy it is for a Night Elf to kill and run in a lush forest.

I had to kill the abominations first so that I could kill the ghouls with ease. I whipped out my scimitars and jumped towards the closest tree. The undead followed my lead. As they turned the corner they appeared to have no idea where I was. With this oppertunity I dashed through the air and sliced off an abomination's head. Before the other undead could react I lept toward more trees. After a few minutes of doing this over and over to the stronger looking abominations, the other undead were able to catch on to me and stood close together. A group of close to 35 or so was now 5 abominations short. 3 abominations were still alive while the rest were ghouls and skeletons that I could take out quickly when I kill the next 3 abominations.

The undead didn't move at all, and I had to distract them in some way. The only idea I had was to throw one of my scimitars in a more distant area. The undead ignored my diversion and kept scanning the forest that surrounded them. Sooner or later they were going to notice me, and I had to think faster.

Gotta get rid of all of them as quickly as I can...wait, that's it!

I threw my 2nd scimitar to the ground near the undead to try to catch just a little of their attention. After the sound of the sword hitting the ground came to my ears, I took out Zeir and sliced a tree away from it's roots. The tree fell on the undead and took out an abom and a couple ghouls and skeletons. Now I took up the chance to kill the last two abominations quickly. Now all that was left were some weak ghouls and skeletons that were disposed of in seconds.

*sigh* "Next?"
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OOC: other stuff coming later

[Sin'Drowlithicus]

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

Obeying Blackmoore's command, Darin turned his steed around and trod off to gather the needed forces to reinforce the said gate. After it was done, he took off with his troops to the gate, and began battling enemy Undead, as he shouted out commands for the soldiers behind him to move in formation and drive a wedge between Stormwind's garrsion and the Undead.

"Good! Now hold the line! Do not let one single Undead past or heads will roll!"

Darin was satisfied that the gate was now protected, and the citizens safe; he then picked up an unused Tower Shield a soldier had dropped and gripped it tightly to protect himself. Shadow, well armored, charged deep through the enemy lines, carrying Darin through the Undead and allowing him to wreck havoc from his steed.

Too many, there's too many of them!

Desperated, Darin utilized crude yet effective attacks, slashing wildly at the enemies, in order to keep them away. But, soon, it provided ineffective because the Skeletons were moving in, and they were expendable; being cannon fodder. Annoyed with himself, Darin returned to his normal tactics, using well-placed strikes to destroy the foes he had pitted against himself.

Even warriors such as Darin tired, and indeed Darin felt fatigue and saw that his attacks were slowing; becoming a bit more desperate, the Dark Paladin could only sigh heavily.

Time to show the world the powers of the Dark Paladins!

Yelling, Darin began chanting once again, and summoned a dozen Spirit Warriors, and continued to chant in order to summon another wave of spiritual allies.

The Undead Skeletons were no match for the deadly skills and the slashing blades of the Spirit Warriors as they clashed upon the stinking bag of bones. Now more wary, the Undead surrounding them were less willing to attack, but a figure moved toward the Dark Paladin.

Revealing himself, the figure wore an armor ornated with spikes, bones, and skulls. He had white was the color of his hair and skin, and wielded a ghastly blade did the Death Knight.

"Well, well, Never saw a warrior like you. I am Count Kaise Fleshrender, a general under the Banshee Queen. And you are..." The Death Knight spoke while holding back his Undead soldiers.

Darin could only smirk " Captain Darin Fuller, a Dark Paladin, serving under Lieutant General Blackmoore's command. Shall we?"

A nod from the Death Knight and the two dark warriors rushed into action, sword first. The first contact resounded loudly as the runeblade and the greatsword clanged upon each other. Darin twirled around and tired to place a blow at Count Fleshrender's back, but the Count seemed to have expected that; for he had already moved to meet the blade. Growling softly, Darin attempted a downward slash but that too was parried. A series of quick slashes and thrusts made by the Count had Darin on the defensive.

The fighting around the two dark warriors quickly became a demonstration of the stunning brutality the Undead could only bring; the Spirit Warriors were holding their ground, quite well as it seem.

Darin went back on the offensive by slamming his sword onto the Death Knight's own sword, pushing him back. But then, the Count spun around and hit a jewel on the Dark Paladin's armor, shattering it with the hilt. What happened after was a sudden explosion of Negative Energy, sending the two men backward, yet they were still getting up to fight more.

The Undead forces around the two warriors then began to thin out from their countless numbers growing smaller due to the dancing swords of the Spirit Warriors, who, even then, were losing their numbers too.

The Count unleashed an orb of green energy, manifesting itself as a skull, and fired it at the Dark Paladin, who felt the full force of the deathly blast and was thrown backward once again. Angry, Darin regained his footing and threw a blast of Negative Energy at the Death Knight, forcing him to his knees. The tables had turned again.

With a loud yell, Darin smashed his sword against the ground, shattering its shell, and showing its true appearance. it was not truly a black sword, but a serrated silver sword, with an edge so sharp it could slice througfh flesh with ease. Smiling devilishly, Darin moved toward the Count, using the powers of fear to put an image of immendate doom into the Count's thoughts.

But, being cunning enough, the Count got to his feet and slammed into Darin, forcing the potent Dark Paladin through the undead, until Darin's back hit the stone wall of Stormwind. Now trapped between the Death Knight's sword at his neck, with the wall behind him; Darin brought his own sword up to deflect the blow. Then in an act of sheer strength, Darin forced the Death Knight around and the Count became the one trapped.

"Hahaha, Go ahead, kill me. But my soldiers will kill you in return!" The Count chuckled once again.

"No... You have the stink of fear on you... I think, your soldiers are not as loyal as you think they are, beside My servants are cutting them down easily, which shows the truth. Big talkers are weak fighters..." Darin spoke as he forced his blade through the Count's defenses but the Count had other thoughts as he head butted the Dark Paladin.

The Count twirled around, imitating Darin's inital attack, and tried to attack the Dark Paladin's back. But Darin was more than ready; he brought his silver blade down and severed the Count's sword arm from his body. Surprised, and now growing scared, the Count fled the battle. But Darin had won, and now the Count must die. Darin took the Count's runeblade and hurled it blade first through the Count's chest, killing him.

Many of the Undead under Kaise's command fled, leaving their allies to die at Stormwind's garrsion's feet. Darin stood over the Count's limp lifeless body and spoke

"Rest in pieces, friend."

Darin proceed to hack off the Count's limbs, adding insult to injury.

He then turned around and saw Shadow waiting for him, surrounded by Spirit Warriors, or what remained of their numbers. Only seven remained, out of the dozens of the Spirit Warriors summoned before. Darin smirked at the body again and staddled Shadow, took up the Tower Shield again, and galloped toward the gate to hold it again.

Shortly after, the soliders had formed a tight defense, using the barricades the citizens had made as makeshift barriers, were relieved to see Darin return with allies. Now prepared for the enxt attack of the Undead, the soliders waited with the Spirit Warriors.

Darin himself left to find someone familar, and found Blackmoore standing by the rogue undead and the half elf, he moved to intercept the oncoming undead soldiers but stopped their charge with one single slash, which tore through their bodies and forced them back. The Dark Paladin moved back to Blackmoore and company and watched the fight between the rogue undead and the one known as Cenkrill.

[Blackmoore]

OOOORRRRRRCCCCC'ssss!!!!

[Fenikkusu]

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

My tactics in this raid were to try to pull away some undeads into the forest and kill them off as quickly as possible. Even though I could only kill a small group at a time, my skills were returning to me slowly and I felt stronger as I continued killing off undead. Walking up to a abomination and decapitating it is simple. Dragging a group of undead to the forest was simple. Killing the undead that followed me was simple. Things seemed to simple, as if something was happening inside the fortress walls. I had to get inside.

With so many undead pouring through the entrances of Stormwind, the only thing I could do would be taking a ladder up the walls. I scanned for an easy entrance but all of the walls were getting hit pretty hard. Plus most of the archers on the walls kept pushing down the ladders making it harder for me to get up there. I searched for walls that were the least defended and noticed an area where the undead were succesfully getting into.

"This might be my only chance!"

I dashed towards the ladders, killing off most of the ghouls and skeletons while evading the abominations. It was going fine and I thought that this plan would work but there was something I didn't take into consideration. Arrows and bullets were being shot at me just because I moved. It was impossible for me to dodge projectiles, abominations, and kill off ghouls and skeletons without getting killed. I had to run but now I couldn't.

"Going somewhere Night Elf!"

"Well aren't you pretty!"

Seems I bumped into the more higher ranked officer of this raid.

"I've noticed that you killed off some generals and even more of the soilder's we have."

"Once dead, stay dead I suppose."

"Really? Then make that statement true!"

"Should I bury you again or do you just want the flies to chew on your flesh?"

The undead grew tired of my remarks at attacked. His blade was thrown towards me. I dodged it and threw a strike myself with Zeir, which he parried.

"Should I just call you undead or do you have a name?"

"Heh, the names Morte, the Swordsmaster. Who might you be?"

"I might be Rolen, I might not. Just call me the Death and I'll be satisfied."

I jumped away and sent a shockwave his way. He was thrown back and I followed. Once again he parried my attack. I jumped back again but before I could do anything the undead sent a spell of his own at me. The spell hit me dead on causing my insides to spike with pain. Morte walked towards me enjoying my pain. An idea came to me and I smacked Zeir on the ground. I sent myself flying in the air, high enough where a gargoyle could attack me. One gargoyle had enough nerve to do so and thrusted towards me, talons first. One chance to get it right, and I do, sorta.

I grabbed the gargoyle's leg and avoid getting hit, but the gargoyle didn't enjoy me holding on so it started to fly higher to where another gargoyle could attack me. Before the second gargoyle was able to strike, I took Zeir and stabbed it into the gargoyle holding me. This plan didn't work out properly to since I was now falling fast towards the ground, where Morte was watching. I landed on the dead gargoyle that intially broke most of the fall, but not enough.

"Are you done playing, Rolen?"

"Are you ready to go back to your grave where you belong, Morte?"

"Pity you will have to die such a slow and painful death."

"Shut up and kill me?"

"So be it."

Morte was beginning to bring his hand towards my head. Morte started to laugh just when I wanted him to. I whipped out my scimitar and sliced his hand off.

"ARGH!! Fool!"

"Fool? Aren't you the one with the missing hand? O wait, nevermind, it's not missing."

I took the severed hand and threw it in the air. As it was in the air a snatched Zeir and before the hand touched the ground I sent a shockwave towards Morte. Him and his hand were thrown into the fortress walls. I launched myself in the air again before Morte noticed me. When Morte's eyes opened, I was diving down at him with sword ready. Too bad I didn't think about those gargoyles again.

A loud screech was all I heard before I started floating away from Morte. Even though I was able to kill the gargoyle and land on the ground before anything bad happened, Morte was back up and ready to continue fighting, without his sword hand.

"Sure you can still kill me without your sword hand?"

"I can kill you without my sword! ATTACK!!!"

The mob of undead that surrounded me backed me up into the walls of Stormwind.

"I was hoping I'd be able to slice you in half, Rolen. But since you took away my sword hand, you are going to need to go through greater punishment."

I started to invision destruction, pain, torment, death, and chaos. That was now stacked with the spiking pain in my insides again. Soon my skin started to get a burning sensation. I felt as though I couldn't move, and all I saw was darkness. How is it possible to have this much hatred to bring visions such as this to others?

As I rolled around in my torture, my hand touched Zeir. I grabbed it without thinking and sent myself flying over Stormwind walls. As I landed I was still in a lot of pain but it seemed the spells that were previously set on me where now gone and no longer haunted me. As I got up I noticed where I was.

"Rolen, nice of you to join us!"

"Blackmoore, what in Elune's name is happening here!!!"

"Calm down, Garshtnar and Cenkrill are about to duel."

"Huh!?"

I now saw what was going on and knew that something was going to happen here and now.

[Cenkrill]

Note -- Sorry I havn't posted in awhile, I havn't been able to get onto worldofwar.net for the last 3 days because... well I don't, just wouldn't load and came up with page: blank :( Oh, and with this battle... I'm trying to make it sound like it's realistic and not me being over powered, but it's kinda hard when I'm the only bad guy, and it'd be pretty crap if I lost to one person easily...
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Name: Cenkrill
Race: Forsaken
Age: 25
Class: Priest
Equipment: Broadsword, metal greaves and gauntlets, black hooded robe.
Description: Being buried for only a short time, Cenkrill has risen from the dead with only mild signs of decay affecting his hands and feet. He has blonde hair that just reaches past his jaw line and his eyes have golden irises. He is tall with a fairly masculine build and his face is hidden by his hood at all possible times. From a distance he looks human but up close you can see that his skin is pale.
History: Before his untimely death Cenkrill was a priest in a Lordaeron church studying the arts of magic, but soon his attention was drawn to those of a darker origin. He became obsessed with learning the dark spells and finding out their origin, and soon he became consumed by them. At this time the Scourge were everywhere and any act of dark magic lead to a quick execution. The Paladins killed Cenkrill on the same day Arthus ‘succeeded’ his father and lead Lordaeron to its doom. Soon after the Dark Lady Sylvanas claimed Lordearon for her own and Cenkrill was resurrected along with others to bolster her Forsaken ranks. Now he obeys her orders until he finds something else more worthy of his attention.
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As I was about to head towards Stormwind I heard a familiar rustling from behind, but this time the shade showed itself freely.

‘The Dark Lady wishes for you to join the battle at Stormwind.’

‘You can tell Sylvanas that I am on my way.’

‘She has made other arrangements, follow me.’

With that the shade darted off between trees, making it hard for me to follow. Eventually we came to a clearing and there in front of me sat a Frost Wyrm, mightiest of both the Forsaken and Scourges servants.

‘This will be your new mount, Cenkrill.’ With that he phased back into nothing.

I mounted the beast, and jerked on its reins. Soon we were in flight, the air around us chilling with our presence. It would not take me long to reach Stormwind, in fact it was already in sight.

Looking down I could see my undead steed racing along the ground to meet up with my landing.


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‘So, this is how my old friend Malphrin Malastraun, dies by his friend's hands?’

‘Not now at least Cenkrill.’

‘That remains to be seen Malphrin.’

We lunged at each other, blades clashing on arrival, the force knocking us both back. Again, we ran towards each other, but this time before impact I side stepped and swiped at Malphrins back. But, unfortunately, he managed to avoid it, causing my blade to only leave a scratch.

‘You are better with your sword than you once were.’

‘Am I posing a challenge for you Cenkrill?’

‘Hardly.’

I came down hard with a finishing blow to the head, but he reflected it, causing him to stagger backwards. I walked towards him and held out my free hand, and muttered the word that I have come to use a lot.

‘Pain.’ Malphrin winced, the pain shooting through his body. ‘I have already died once, I do not intend to revisit that memory.’

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You can extend the battle if you want DoubleHex, I just used pain now because it wouldn't make a lot of sence (me being a priest) for me not to use my spells. :)

[The Flamestrike]

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

Everone watched in breatless silence as Cenkrill and Garshtnar dueled, the powers of both Undead clashing. The upper hand seemed impossible, and for now, both warriors were equal. But suddenly, Cenkrill muttered a pain spell, and Garshtnar's face constricted in agony. I wanted to help, so did everybody else, but what could we do?

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

BTW, I'm gonna be away for a few days, so just continue the battle without me.

[Sin'Drowlithicus]

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

As the two Undead beings fought each others, Darin watched with a passing interest, perfering to be fighting rather than just watch. While the Dark Paladin was thinking, a voice, sounding somewhat distant, piped out.

After several seconds passed, Darin only smirked and nodded, as if in agreement. He then said something under his breath, directed at his Spirit Warriors, which began slashing their way toward Darin, and he finished with one final word "Soon..."

[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.


Cenkrill has readied his blade, intent on sending it through my head.

"Ready to die, again, Malphrin?"

"That remains to be seen."

Suddenly, the waves of a catapault boulder sent us flying. I quickly got up and grabbed my sword. I turned back to see where Cenkrill was.

He was right behind me, when he stuck his sword in my gut.

"Now, you are dead."

I feel to the ground, and Cenkrill took his blade out of my gut. He turned his back on me, and wiped off my blood with a cloth. I guess he took for granted I was dead.

I wasn't. I slowly, got up, stepped quietly to Cenkrill, and stabbed him in the back.

"Now, your dead, Cenkrill".

As I allowed him to fall to the ground, I saw a light in the form of an odd symbol radiate from his forehead, and then vanish. I took no head to it, and walked back to my 'audience'.

"What's next?"

[Blackmoon]

Name: Lunarc Bloodbeard
Race: Dwarf
Class: Hunter/Warrior
Weapons: A Long Rifle called “One-Shot”. Two ordinary Battle Axes.
Skills: Survival, Tracking
Age: 79
Misc: Has an animal companion, a bear called Pint"Shoot to kill!" I shouted to other riflemen as the undead came charging towards us. I aimed at one, and took a shot. Three left, I counted as the undead fell at my bullet. I was fighting the undead that had climbed the wall and were now inside the city. I noticed something move at the corner of my eye and instinctively turned and pulled the trigger. Two, I thought as the undead rogue, that had tried to stalk me, fell. I ran to find a better position, saw an undead and took a shot. One, and another undead fell.

And then I saw Pint being surrounded and cornered by approaching group of undead. "PINT!!" I yelled as fear shook my heart. I ran towards him and shot one of the undead surrounding him. Crap. No time to reload, I thought as I threw One-Shot to the ground and picked my axes. I let out a furious warcry to get the attention of the undead and yelled: "Yer blasted infernal couldn't beat me! Do yer worst, bastards!" Actually the battle with the infernal had pretty much drained me, but my burning anger towards the undead gave me strength and stamina as I charged to the group of undead. My axes swirled around me, as I hacked my way into the group.

Pint raised to stand with two feet and let loose a roar. Then he attacked one the undead with his claw sending the undead flying. One of them tried to reach my chest with his sword, but I ducked and sliced his legs of with my first axe and finished him on the ground with second. Me and Pint formed a killing machine, one protecting the other as we made our way trough the group. Still we were seriously outnumbered and our loss would be only a matter of time.

Again we were pushed to the corner by increasing amount of undead, but then I heard someone yelling: "Charge!" And saw a group of footmen coming for our aid. We began fighting with regained fervor, as the chances of survival increased. More and more footmen came for our aid and we managed to defeat the undead.

"What's our situation' here?" I asked the leader of the footmen. "I'm not the best person to ask, master dwarf, as I'm confused as well. Currently, it's a moment of peace inside a raging storm. Two undead are dueling, with one being the leader of the undead and the other being an undead with General Blackmoore. I'm just trying to prepare for the hell which is being loose again, after the duel."

That was more than enough information for me, as I thanked him and started running towards the place, where I had last seen Blackmoore. On the way, I grabbed One-Shot from the ground, where I had dropped it and reloaded on the run. I ran trough several blocks, where undead and humans were fighting, but I had no time to help them. If things got tough, I wanted to be there where it's important for me to be. I soon saw a circle of people looking at two undead. One was lying on the ground and other still standing. I could not see, which was which, but I could pray...

[Doublehex]

OOC: Great job evreyone. Glad that rpgforum's latest server problem didn't slow us down. If anything, it speeded us up. I may be a bit slowed, since I'm trying out a trial for Aceron's call 2, but I'll keep posting when I think of ideas. keep up the good work gents!

[Doublehex]

OOC: Great job evreyone. Glad that rpgforum's latest server problem didn't slow us down. If anything, it speeded us up. I may be a bit slowed, since I'm trying out a trial for Asheron's call 2, but I'll keep posting when I think of ideas. keep up the good work gents!

[Blackmoore]

Hey Doublehex, I'm revamping the site and adding some new features. It might be done tomorrow.

[Doublehex]

Revamping the site? what do you mean? how did you gain access to my yahoo profile?

[Blackmoore]

No no...redoin it all in Frontpage and Photoshop, plus I'll find a nicer host than Geocities.

[Doublehex]

Oh, nevermind. Just one question: What's frontpage?

[Blackmoore]

Microsoft Frontpage...program used specifically to make webpages.

Ok...basically up, just gotta do the character section.

http://www.freewebs.com/thealliancerp/

Comment away!

[RootY-"D34d-Ra1n"]

OFF TOPIC: didn't expect so much stuff in a couple of days so my post might be a bit of a rush.


ON TOPIC:

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 robe with a Hood; He also has a Gimp Mask that he wears when he feels lonely....

History: Spyck has had a Troubled past; His parents were slaughtered by the undead. His thirst for demonic magic is overwhelming, his heart burns with Dark Powers...He now seeks revenge.
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As I jumped back away from the undead I let the melee warriors take on the ghouls. Suddenly groups of gargoyles started to hover around us; I burned a couple of them down with some immolation spells.

As the war raged on only one thing was on my mind, the forsaken priest… Cenkrill

The undead forces started to die down all of the warriors that were at the encampment had arrived especially the dwarf, he even brought a friend… a bear.

Then after all the bloodshed Garshtnar some how got into a duel with Cenkrill I stayed and watched. I didn’t want to interfere, when I kill Cenkrill it’ll be me alone.

They fought with great fury but in the end Garshtnar stabbed Cenkrill in the back and Cenkrill then used a simple Blink spell to get away.

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I was covered in blood, the war seemed to have ended, but then General Blackmoore shouted “ORRRRCCCCCSSS!!!!!”

Just great, now I’ve got to kill more freaks

My muscles tensed as I chanted a spell; I brought a Voidwalker to aid me in need.

“Who disturbs my slumber?”

“I have summoned you here creature”

“Who are you Human?”

“Your master, now if you don’t obey ill kill you myself”

“Very well”

The Voidwalker raged through the ranks of the humans and started to chant a spell. The earth trembled with great power. The Voidwalker unleashed a great shockwave that jumped back some of the orcs.

I walked beside the Voidwalker, and I started to chant a spell, I raised my arms into the air;

“Storm, Earth, Fire Heed My Call!!!” Molten rocks of flame fell from the sky clashing down on what was left of the forsaken.

“This should keep them down for a bit”...

The rest of the human army marched towards the upcoming army of Orcs and Trolls, even my fellow warriors as well came; even a dark paladin was summoning spirit warriors to aid us.

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Let’s see what else I can do

I buffed myself again with demon armor, but something caught my eye, some kind of Orc it had wolf skins on it. It was glancing at me ever so often, he walked with his army towards owes.

Both the armies stopped a mere 100 feet away from each other. I got ready, my arms tensed up I looked at my Voidwalker and grinned.

I pointed out my arm to the shaman, he looked at me blankly, I let out a green ball of energy that turned into a shape of a skull, and I threw it at him.

“Catch this…” it hit the shaman right into the chest, it hurt him bad, and he started to bleed from the mouth.

He let out a roar;

“GAAAAAAARGHHHH!!!”

Blackmoore then yelled out;

“WE ARE THE LAST DEFENCE OF THE CITY!!!! DON’T LET IT FALL!!!!”

Each army started to charge it would be in a matter of seconds before they clashed.

I]It seems that ill be here much longer…[/I]

With my last thought I quickly closed my arms together, I started to charge up my immolation spell, my hands were enriched with Crimson flames I held them by my sides,

Me and my Voidwalker ran with the army, side beside the trembling warriors and archers.

It was time… time for more bloodshed…

[Fenikkusu]

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

Cenkrill took the chance to leave before he'd die again. I'd imagine Garshtnar would be disappointed but I didn't care now.

"Blackmoore, we need to defend this city for as long as we can. Soon reinforcements will arrive, but I'm not sure how long it will take."

"Ok then, Rolen. We will do our best."

"Now I have something to do."

I left Blackmoore by using my shockwave to send me over the fortress walls. Morte needed to be finished with.

"Hmmmm....ghouls, skeletons, abominations, crypt fiends, gargoyles, even some frost worms. All of them, but no Morte. I'll have to waste my skill on these things."

I started fighting against the undead with the footmen that were defending this side of the fortress. I had to make sure that Morte would be finished off with for this side of Stormwind to be safe.

"These things are useless, to easy to kill. Where is Morte!?"

Everything I fought died easily, not truly testing my skill. I backed off and scanned the area to see if I could find Morte. Even though I didn't see Morte I did see another undead Warrior. I dashed towards him while he fought down a footman.

"Where is Morte!?"

"Foolish Nightelf, Morte was let off since he was defeated by you. I am in control here!"

"Then you will have to be sent to death again!"

I don't remember actually defeating Morte but if getting your hand cut off is a form of defeat then these undead should be easily finished with. I took a couple slashes at the undead with Zeir but he evaded them.

"Too slow, Nightelf!"

"Then I'll need a change of weapons."

I put Zeir back in it's holder and whipped out my scimitars. Once again I took a couple more slashes at the warrior but he evaded them all again.

"Wish to try again, Nightelf?"

"No, it will be useless to try again. I am to weak to face you, bring me death."

"Giving up so easily? Then I will make your wishes true!"

The warrior attacked as expected. Obviously I wasn't going to let him kill me so easily. I parried his attack with my off-hand sword and slashed the warrior's arm off with the other.

"You were far too easy to be the leader of this raid. Where is Morte!?"

"Why should I tell you fool!?"

I took another slice at the undead's other arm. His shock of having his first arm being severed allowed me to cut off his other arm.

"You are useless now. Unless you tell me where Morte is!"

My scimitar was now poking at the warrior's neck.

"Morte...is in the back of the raid near the forest. He's trying to bring back his hand with a spell. By now he should be ready to fight you again."

"Thank you, your usefulness has ended."

I cut off the warrior's head. Ending his second chance at life. I now had to go after Morte before he came back and starting throwing havoc around this area. It was easy for me to get around the raid by going through the forest, but when I was behind the raid there was no sign of Morte.

"Where might he be..."

I started to go search in the forest in hoping that I'd be able to find Morte. I soon found out what Morte was up to.

"Hahaha...Foolish Nightelf. That warrior was weak and was needed to do one thing. Bring you here. Now I shall have my vengence! ATTACK!!!"

I knew now why it was so easy for me to defend Stormwind against the raid. Morte took the stronger force of the raid and threw them in the forest to prepare for an ambush.

"All this work, just for me Morte? I am deeply flattered. But attacking me and the forest where the Nightelves do best is a great mistake."

"Do you think that I didn't take that into thought, Rolen? You don't even know who I am!"

"What's there to know."

The group that Morte gathered was easily being dealt with since I was in the forest. One by one I was killing all of Morte's minions. I still had no idea where Morte was but I knew he was near.

"Why don't you show yourself, coward!!!"

"Clear out these minions quickly. Then we shall do battle!"

I began focusing on killing off the undead and soon they were all gone with some simple movements.

"You wasted some of my skill here Morte. I want a battle!"

"Then take out your longsword and the battle will begin!"

I did as Morte said.

"Ok, I'm ready, but you still know that this is where any Nightelf does best!"

"Yes, that is true."

"Then why here..."

"I will tell you who I am. In my previous life, I was Morte, the Nightelf."

"That makes since now. You still have some of the skills any Nightelf would have. A true battle of Nightelves!"

"But I have the advantage, I am undead! I am immortal!"

"Say that when I slice your head off!"

Morte appeared through the tree tops and dove at me. Time for me to show him my power!
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OOC: Cliff hanger???

[Blackmoore]

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