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Mysterious Mists of Change {Open RP}
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Post by
Monday
Character
: Morgan
Location
: Ashenvale
"I can't believe they weren't home," Morgan grumbled, whether to himself or to someone else, it was impossible to determine. "All the bloody trouble to burn down the house and they aren't home." The man impatiently brushed his fine brown hair out of his face and readjusted his headband. "Bloody thing, can't hold it for five seconds. I'm tempted to just lop the whole thing off," he said, continuing his tirade.
"Out of all the bloody times, we had to pick the one when she wasn't home." As he spoke, he stowed a rather ostentatious silver lighter into a pocket, concealed in the sleeve of his robes (black, of course. What warlock would wear any other color?) and instead pulled out a blue crystal orb. With an impatient flick of his eyes, they unfocused, and he began to gaze deep into the orb.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Vargariel "the Bear" Chandaris
Location
: Ashenvale
Some several hundred feet away from the raging flames, a tall and broad-shoulder night elf clad in heavy plate armor enameled with tar black and verdant green stopped dead in his tracks; his head, bearing a massive helmet that was forged exquisitely into the shape of a snarling bear's visage and decorated with actual bear fangs, turned to face the pillar of thick black smoke rising from the trees.
"That can't be good," Vargariel Chandaris murmured under his slightly crooked nose, narrowing his silver eyes, his voice low and hoarse. In one trained motion he unsheathed his weapon, a long pole ending with a double-bladed axe on one side and a hefty sphere sprouting numerous sharp spikes. Wasting no time, the warrior left the beaten road and vanished under the canopy of leaves, the last thing to fade from sight being his resplendent cloak crafted from the hide of a monstrous polar bear.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Vargariel "the Bear" Chandaris
Location
: Ashenvale
By the time Vargariel has reached the source of the smoke, the fires have already consumed the little shack, leaving nothing behind but the ashes. The warrior took a knee amidst the dying cinders, searching for such grim signs as charred bones and scorched flesh.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Morgan
Location
: Ashenvale
"A druid?" Morgan muttered, watching the new elf sifting through the debris. After a moment, he shook his head. "No, I don't think so. Maybe?"
He watched for a moment more, frowning concernedly. "If he finds any trace of my scent, he might be able to hunt me if he IS a druid," he muttered. "But if he's not, I have nothing to worry about. Unless he finds my tracks." After a moment more, he nodded to himself. "Let's test his mettle, then..." He raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, muttering "Drug'thon, come," at the same time.
A few dozen feet outside of the house, a felguard arose from the meticulously prepared summoning circle.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Vargariel "the Bear" Chandaris
Location
: Ashenvale
Vargariel's nostrils twitched as the air brought the greasy sweet stench of fel. Spitting into the ashes, he rose to his feet nimbly, holding his massive weapon at the ready.
"Wretched daemon scum," he growled from behind his helmet, planting his legs firmly and wide apart.
Post by
Atik
Xander Greyfang
Menethil Harbor
The Druid looked outwards from within the inn; water flowing along mere feet from him. Xander sighed. "Probably could have thought this through a bit more..." He muttered.
But Menethil had a dock, and was far enough out of the way that his family wouldn't try to kill him if they bumped into each other.
Hesitantly, the man took a few steps forward; poking his bare feet into the water. "Damn that's cold!" He shouted, scooting back inside.
Alana Greyfang
Ventus
Grunting, Alana shoved at the small craft with all her weight. It stuck out against the wood and brass of the Ventus; sleek and shimmering in the light that drifted through the cloud cover in the sky.
Sighing, the tom-boy Half-Dragon stumbled away from her work. The steel exterior of the creation was dented and scratched; massive blobs in some spots where metal had been welded together. "Okay, time to take this baby for a test run..." She nodded, smiling.
Gripping the side, Alana pulled herself up into the opening atop the vessel. The long, vaguely cigar-shaped ship hummed as it started; the rear glowing a bright red. Sheets of metal folded outwards like flower petals; heat lighting them red.
"And here..." The Half-Dragon began, pulling the cockpit shut. "... we..." Shaking, the ship rose up from the wheeling transport that had carried it. "... GO!" She shouted, the experimental vehicle shooting off into the distance; a trail of fire flowing from behind it.
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Loki Greyfang, Calin Greyfang
Location: Menethil Harbor
Loki sat on a pile of sandbags as he watched the people at the docks work. "Dam it where is she?" He muttered.
"Right here." He heard a voice say causing him to jump up and turn drawing his revolver at the same time only to stop when he reliesed it was Calin standing behind him.
"Dam it Calin don't do that." He said putting his gun away. "I could have shot you."
"But you didn't." She giggled and started to walk off.
"So how did it go?" He asked following after you.
"I'll explain at the inn." She replied.
Post by
Atik
Xander Greyfang
Menethil Harbor
Xander grumbled, watching the water flow along yet more.
"Damn Wetlands..." He muttered, glancing around.
Alana Greyfang
Air
Checking her readings, Alana nodded. "Good, good... Speed is normal, hull integrity is... oh that's not good." She blinked, a small red light blinking at her in distress.
The flow-like sheets of metal flicked back and forth, glowing red hot and becoming thinner and less rigid, until they might as well have been paper. With an awful ripping sound, they tore free quite suddenly.
"Woah, woah, woah!" The Half-Dragon shrieked, pulling back on the steering wheel. The engine cut, and the ship began to dip sharply.
Gripping the seal, Alana forced the glass above her head to open; wind screaming as it was allowed in and the girl craned her neck to watch her own descent. Ocean stretched out into the distance, leading far away from the Stranglethorn Vale she has flow over.
The ship continued to dip further, an island coming into view as it's new target.
Alana gulped. "Oh... this is going to suuuuuuuuu-!" She screamed; metal scraping along wood drowning her out as the craft breached the canopy.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Morgan
Location
: Ashenvale
The demon didn't waste any time on words, instead charging at the night elf deceptively quickly, raising an axe to strike.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Loki Greyfang, Calin Greyfang
Location: Menethil Harbor
"So how did it go?" Loki asked as they entered the inn and he sat down at a table.
"Fell like a rock." Calin said sitting down across from him and flicked her wrist causing a dagger to slide out from a harness tied to her forearm. "Lot more subtle then those claws dad uses." She replied.
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Post by
Joemaster240
Character:
Pui Softpaw
Race: Pandaren (Tushui)
Location: Wetlands
Description:
Pui is a young pandaren, just out of cubhood, who was raised on the back of the Giant turtle Shen-zin Su. She trained from a young age as a monk. She recently left her home and joined the Alliance.
She wears simple leather garb. She has black fur with spots around her eyes and wears her hair in a topknot.
Pui wandered along the path. It had been awhile since she had been alone to contemplate her own thoughts. "I wonder where the next town is." She thought as she listened to her stomach rumble from hunger. Despite having been away from home for awhile now she was still not use to not having consistent meals. Soon though she could see a walled in city in the distance and began to pick up her pace to get in and get a meal.
Post by
Atik
Xander Greyfang
Menethil Harbor
Blinking, Xander glanced back as a small girl fell over, seemingly at random.
Alana Greyfang
Island of the coast of Stranglethorn
"Flmphga.... -uck..." Alana mumbled. He body ached in pain, more pain than her crashes usually inflicted. It took quite a few points off her personal awesome-o-meter.
Someone was shaking her, asking her something. "Bla-?" She whimpered somewhat, peeking out from beneath her eyelids as the speaker. She couldn't make out much, but what she did see prompted her to stare more; eyes opening wider.
Through half-shut lids, she stared at the elf. "I... don't know now..." She admitted, suddenly adding at least eight points onto the awesome-o-meter... maybe twelve, out of ten.
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Atik
Xander Greyfang
Menethil Harbor
Xander blinked in surprise. "Uh... yes?" He asked.
Alana Greyfang
Island of the coast of Stranglethorn.
Alana nodded, taking the boy's hand hesitantly. "It's... um... uh... Ala-" She winced as pain shot through her body; legs numb as she rose. "-Alana! It's Alana..." She blurted out; flailing somewhat as she fell forward suddenly.
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