Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP
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				Title: <strong>Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 21:53:55</strong>
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				The winds rip through the dusty fields of Hellfire Peninsula and travel down through Zangermarsh, Nagrand and Terokkar forest.&nbsp; This is the outlands, the swirling vortex of lands far beyond Azeroth and laying somewhere in another dimension.&nbsp; In this region a war was brought that should have never existed with the threats that have been posed to all the races of Azeroth.&nbsp; The Alliance and Horde once again war with each other over an incident which took place only three months prior; the Horde having grown weary of the war which was brought against their door step repeatedly began a study of how to seal away the demons who constantly plagued their world.&nbsp; Scientists, mages and all manner of naturalists and unnatural spell weavers gathered in the Undercity at Thrall, Cairne Bloodhoof,&nbsp; Vol’jin and Sylvanas’s request.&nbsp; The progress was slow and took nearly two years to make any solid progress, by this point the Blood elves had joined the horde and aided the project immeasurably with their knowledge of the arcane.&nbsp; Finally a breakthrough occurred and a machine was constructed which when fully powered could repair any hole torn through the dimensional rifts and the demon spawn would finally be stopped.&nbsp; The price was heavy though; an immeasurable amount of souls and mana would have to be sacrificed to the machine and with the war with the Alliance once again in full swing; the Horde saw their fuel source waiting in plain sight.&nbsp; Grasping any member of the Alliance they could find, the horde set about fueling the machine under the noses of the Alliance.&nbsp; Finally on the eve of the machine’s use, the Alliance sent a full raid into the Undercity decimating the construct and obliterating the machine and all of the gathered research with the machine gone and much of the undercity destroyed the Horde backlashed heavily and sought once more to destroy the ‘nobles’.&nbsp; <br><br>Racial hatreds flared heavily and battle trophies hang on the walls and towers of the major cities and captives are paraded through the cities before being turned into pieces of meat for the lust filled warriors or slaves depending on the gender.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thrall’s arena was reopened and no captives fight for their lives against one another for the Horde’s amusement while in Stormwind a similar act takes place.&nbsp; The dwarves are known now for their most extensive collection of horde slaves especially blood elves whom King Bronzebread particularly enjoys and is said to have a different maiden brought to him almost daily.&nbsp; Racial cruelties have grown and even the once tight knit Tauren and Night elves have separated do to an incident orchestrated by Magatha Grimtotem.&nbsp; Hammuel Runetotem had sent for a number of druids and priestesses of Elune to come to Thunder Bluff so they might teach the Tauren their ways and expand their knowledge.&nbsp; The priestesses and druids never made it, at Magatha’s request the party was ambushed by the whole of the Grimtotem clan and captured.&nbsp; The Grimtotems took it upon themselves to make the Night Elves their personal toys and did as they pleased with the much smaller creatures.&nbsp; Hammuel and Cairne discovered the event far too late and were already removed from the Centurion Circle by the time they discovered Magatha’s treachery.&nbsp; Magatha had retreated and now resides somewhere in the middles of Feralas, Un’goro Crater and Silihas.&nbsp; <br><br>The Qiraji have become silent for now, but their Twin Emperors and old God C’thun seem to be plotting something as the gates of their palace have been repaired from the recent raids and a loud buzzing can be heard over the noise of clashing Alliance and Horde.&nbsp; Illidan has become too preoccupied with his duties sealing away the demons that he has grown to dissociate from the rest of Outlands and only his servants go about with any socialization or combat with the others.&nbsp; Illidan’s forces are hard to discern from anyone elses aside from their combat style and a few have been spotted in Shattrath City communicating with the Sha’tar much to the discontent of both the Aldar and the Scryers.&nbsp; The competition between the two has heated up as well and now open conflicts take place between the two at intervals in the streets which A’dal himself ends with but a thought.&nbsp; Shattrath is still a neutral city, but the balance of power there is wanning with the Naaru becoming more and more agitated by the races dissent.&nbsp; In Zangermarsh the naga Sea Witch Lady Vashj prepares along side Illidan’s forces to put an end to the petty demons and then eliminate the horde and Alliance once and for all.<br><br>Kael’thas having long turned his back upon both his own people and Illidan forged an alliance with the Burning Legion and has transformed into a Demon himself.&nbsp; He now resides in the Isle of Quel’Danas bidding his time and hoping to open another portal for the demons.&nbsp; Tempest Keep now stands empty waiting for someone else to claim the throne of this mighty tower.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 04:05:00</strong>
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				Silven's eyes danced as his feet crunched into the hard and purple ground of outlands soil and marched across the fields in reckless abandon and complete disregard for those around him.&nbsp; The shadow priest was far too busy searching for prey and finding none soon grew annoyed with the complete lack of Alliance in the area.&nbsp; Deciding he'd best replenish his supplies before continuing his hunt, he summoned his undead saberfang and rode through the ethereal Zangermarsh and into the neutral city of Shattrath. Selling some high quality clothes that he had scavenged from the fel orcs that patrolled the region; Silven's bag was filled again with water and some vittles for his travels.&nbsp; Seeing that Shattrath was in turmoil after another fight between the Scryers and the Aldar, Silven climbed to a higher tower and looked out about to see any signs of further fighting.&nbsp; He was disappointed to find nothing and then turned his head to the right to see the Black Temple standing in all it's tattered glory and to his left he could see the abandoned Tempest Keep. Shrugging it off his eyes penetrated through the vale of distance back to the dark portal where demons rushed repeatedly hoping to get through the gatekeepers watch.&nbsp; Shaking his head, he heard a voice call to him, an orc's voice.<br><br>"Lok'tar Friend."&nbsp; The orc dressed in full battle garb of a shaman said slowly, the wolf's head and the mail cloak giving him away.&nbsp; He stuck out like a swore thumb amongst the people of Shattrath and every part of him put him as a member of the horde.&nbsp; It's emblem painted in bright red on his chest, he was a walking target for the alliance.&nbsp; <br><br>"Naz'ghel, what an unpleasant surprise."&nbsp; Silven hissed that the orc knowing what the conversation would be about and cut him off quickly, but Naz'ghel insisted.&nbsp; Silven insisted harder and with a shadow nova sent the orc flying into World's End tavern and landing on top of that bar slut Harris Pilton.&nbsp; "Don't bother me again about joining your filthy raid against the humans.&nbsp; Something like that would end my enjoyment of killing them far too quickly.&nbsp; I will join when I am ready."&nbsp; At that the priest left and rode out on his undead saberfang once more heading toward Terokkar Forest to continue his hunt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 05:29:30</strong>
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				(( ref pic: http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/097/f/9/Cloudy_Day_by_elfguy.jpg (http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/097/f/9/Cloudy_Day_by_elfguy.jpg) ))<br><br>Dendory pointed her wand at the undead rogue "You should have stayed in Undercity, you rotting piece of crap!" The rogue was barely standing, having received the full blunt of Dendory's frost spells. He was staring at her with disdain, daggers in hands, trying as hard as he could to get to her. But Dendory had made sure to freeze him with her Frost Nova spell, and he couldn't move. She stood there and smiled, while she watched her Water Elemental throw spells at the rogue, now quickly approaching death. She didn't bother casting anything, even taking the time to look around. Honor Hold was as she remembered it, back when she hanged around the place more frequently. Strong, well built, with the Alliance banner proudly floating above it. Strangely, one building was still being built. It seemed to never get completed.<br><br>The young mage just happened to fly above the outpost when she saw the rogue come out from the shadows, and back stab a guard. She had immediately landed and attacked. The Horde rogue was much weaker than her, and the fight had been a cake walk. She looked back at him and launched another taunting comment "I'm not even wearing armor. Look, my sexy tanned skin is all exposed for you to hit! Oh that's right, you probably don't even know what skin is, since you don't have any!" Dendory laughed, just as the last spell from her pet landed on the rogue and finished him.<br><br>She went to the corpse and looked for any interesting item. Unfortunately, it was all crap. She sighed. Some more guards finally arrived on the scene. Late as always, how typical. Dendory summoned her griffin and jumped on its back, then took flight. Perhaps she could find a more worthy target next time...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 05:42:04</strong>
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				His week long trek through Zangarmarsh was finally over.<br><br>Emrick Stone stood on a ridge above Shattrath City, it's worn stone walls jutting out of a thick mist that hugged the ground.&nbsp; Behind him, the relatively small spine of mountains that separated the lush Terrokar Forest from the luminescent Zangarmarsh soared into a night sky laced with streams of mana.&nbsp; The mage paused for a moment, looking behind himself at the crumbling peaks, thinking about the world-ending cataclysm that had turned their sharp pinnacles into rounded stubs.<br><br>A distant bird call, possibly arakkoa, turned his attention back to Shattrath.&nbsp; It was night time already, and he wanted to make it to the safety of the city walls before he slept.&nbsp; Rumors on the road indicated that Terrokar was a dangerous place to be at the moment: Illidari troops and arrokoa foragers mainly, but one frightened elf had spoken of the growing feud between the Aldor and the Scryers.&nbsp; Emrick knew of the rivalry well.&nbsp; If he wasn't being harassed by an Aldor, he was being harassed by one of his Scryer allies to take action against the draenei led faction.&nbsp; During his absence, though, it seemed that the two factions had started brawling outside the city walls.&nbsp; Emrick had no qualms with either the draenei or the Aldor, and so he had no intention of fighting them in some irrelevant feud.&nbsp; <em>Especially</em> when they <em>should</em> be fighting Illidan and the Burning Legion.<br><br>Perhaps sensing her rider's agitated thoughts, Talia, his mare, whinneyed beneath him, shaking out her mane in the cool air.&nbsp; Emrick whistled quietly, scratching the back of her neck and edging her forward with his heels.&nbsp; It would be another hour before they reached the city.<br><br>*&nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp;*<br><br>The road was now lit by small lanterns along the side of the path, the light of the stars and the Nether obscured by the thick canopy of trees overhead.&nbsp; Shattrath's east gate loomed before Emrick, closed for the first time he had ever seen.&nbsp; What had always been an unobstructed path into the naaru's sanctuary was now blocked by a thick wooden door ribbed with steel.<br><br>A trio of draenei vindicators stood on guard before the gate.&nbsp; The middle one stepped forward, meeting Emrick halfway.<br><br>"Why is the gate closed?" the mage asked with a frown.&nbsp; The vindicator looked wary, eyeing the satchels behind Emrick's saddle.&nbsp; "They're supplies, vindicator," he explained.&nbsp; He leaned back and opened one of the bags, exposing a bundle of cloth and several tightly wound scrolls.<br><br>That seemed to satisfy the draenei.&nbsp; He stepped back from Emrick, leaning on his hammer.&nbsp; "There is unrest within the city, and our leaders believe that the Illidari our on the move."<br><br><em>So, there </em>are<em> Illidari in Terrokar.&nbsp; The elf was right...</em>&nbsp; Emrick thought, instinctively looking over his shoulder in the general direction of the distant Shadowmoon Valley.&nbsp; A week's travel at least, but the danger felt much closer.<br><br>"Can I get in then?" he said, turning back to the vindicator&nbsp; "If Illidan makes his move, I'd much rather be on the other side of that wall.&nbsp; See this seal here?&nbsp; I'm one of the Scryer."<br><br>The draenei, cautious as ever, leaned forward and examined the small metal pendant.&nbsp; "So you are then.&nbsp; I'd be careful in Shattrath if I were you.&nbsp; Your brothers have been very bold as of late, and the Aldor have taken to responding in a similar manner."<br><br>As he spoke, the vindicator walked backwards to a partition in the wall immediately adjacent to the gate.&nbsp; He handled some unseen device, hidden by the shadow of his bulky form, and then stepped back.&nbsp; There was now a thin doorway in the wall; big enough for a person to walk through, but useless to an invading army.<br><br>Nodding at the guards, Emrick dismounted Talia and led her through the doorway by the reins.&nbsp; On the other side of the wall, Shattrath seemed the same as ever.&nbsp; Salespeople hawked their wares next to homeless refugees.&nbsp; A sampling of every race from all paths of life bustled through the broad walkways of the Lower City.&nbsp; Even in the middle of the night, a cacophony of voices and sounds filled the air.&nbsp; Smells, both foul and enticing, wafted through the air.<br><br>Emrick smiled.&nbsp; He had always like it here.<br><br>He led Talia down a nearby ramp to the Lower City.&nbsp; He would find a place in anonymonity amongst the refugees to sleep tonight.&nbsp; He could just as easily rest in his quarters on the Scryer Tier, but the vindicator's warning was still fresh in his mind.&nbsp; If the Aldor and Scryers really were fighting within the city walls, he didn't want to be in the thick of it.&nbsp; Best to blend in amongst the Lower City folk.<br><br>But first, he'd have to get Talia to a proper stable.&nbsp; Emrick smiled, rubbing the bridge of her nose.&nbsp; He wouldn't trust her out in the open of the Lower City.&nbsp; A perfectly healthy mare would be stolen instantly, whether for transport or for food.&nbsp; Mentally positioning himself in the city, Emrick turned and headed for the nearest stable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 08:06:15</strong>
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				"So this is Outland..." the masked warrior thought.&nbsp; As he walked out of the portal, he took in the sights of the city of Light with its pillars of light and glowing power crystals.&nbsp; He also observed the sky in its otherworldly shade of red.&nbsp; "So this is the land of those beasts.&nbsp; How appropriate...,"he thought to himself.&nbsp; <br><br>The Alliance mercenary attache had given him a tremendous advance to go to Outland.&nbsp; Business had been sparse as of late.&nbsp; He had heard a lot about this Outland place and was given a substantial advance to go out and wreak as much havoc as he could.&nbsp; The kicker was when he found that this was the home of the Orcs.&nbsp; This was an offer too good for him to refuse.&nbsp; To destroy them in the land of their birth was too poetic for him.&nbsp; <br><br>He had understood that this city was considered neutral ground.&nbsp; To start a fight here would likely cause him trouble.&nbsp; He instead busied himself preparing for the journey.&nbsp; Between his own savings and the advance, he had enough money to purchase a Gryphon.&nbsp; He also had a decent map, supplied by his contacts.&nbsp; While all well and good, he knew that he wold have to seek allies for to carry out this battle by himself was suicide.&nbsp; <br><br>He would need to seek allies, but for now he would hunt smaller prey.&nbsp; Taking his newly acquired Gryphon, he mounted while reassuring the great bird as he was told.&nbsp; With little trouble, he set off in search of Horde small prey to hunt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 16:34:53</strong>
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				Tzain closed his eyes, as his black wyvern, affectionally called "Spawn" carried him aloft, above the sharp rocks and spires of the blades edge mountains. He armour shifted, as he leant over the side, surveying the land below him. It seemed very quiet down there. So he said "What about it Spawn? Shall we wreak some havoc?"<br>His wyvern screeched in approval.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 16:39:47</strong>
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				"Ah, Silvermoon...is there a more beautiful city?" Rihoko said to herself as she smiled, her red hair up in a ponytail. She was walking through the streets of Silvermoon in her form-fitting black dress, as usual, and smiling to herself as she hummed a little song while watching all the happeneings of the magical city. It was so magnificent, with all it's reds and golds..such a lovely place to live. Rihoko smiled to herself as she approached the imperial palace...she would take a portal from there to the Blasted Lands, and from there, go to Outlands...she had already been to the outlands, and had found them to be a boring place...but still she felt she needed to go to help out her fellow Hordies. Riho giggled at that name..'Hordies" such a cute thing for an alliance of Orcs, Trolls, and Undead.<br><br>Smiling to herself as she reached the Portal, she quickled stepped through to the Blasted lands, and then walked her way over to the Dark Portal, moving through it with ease, to find herself in outlands. Smiling, she summoned her Wind Rider, and took off into the air, the breeze flowing through her hair and making it waver...all the while she was giggling..Riho loved to have fun like this. Soaring through the sky, she looked down in time to see an Alliance Mage take out an undead Rogue, before mounting herself and taking off. Pouting a little, she wondered what the Undead had done to deserve such a harsh punishment, and fell behind the strikingly beautiful mage, following her...not to closely, of course..Riho didn't want to come across as threatening, certainly not! But she would follow the mage just to see what she was up to...Riho was curious, and Curiosity always killed the Lynx...or so they say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 17:37:09</strong>
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				Otoahhastis looked around with excitement at the landscape for her next adventures. She had all but exhausted all venues of adventure in Azeroth when she'd heard the call for the Horde's greatest warriors to journey to "The Outlands" the hiding place of the demonic minions of Illidian. The call had come none too soon, since Hammul Runetotem had just showed her the secret of calling the eagle spirits and channeling them into a form perfect for flying over this new landscape.<br><br>A grin crossed her muzzle as she wandered over to the horde flight master. If she knew where she was going she wouldn't have bothered, but she was in a little bit of a hurry to see the great city of Shattrath before exploring the rest of continent. She handed the flight master a few gold pieces. "Your fastest wyvern available to Shattrath please." She asked the woman in the orcish tongue. A few minutes later the flight master lead a large black wyvern to her. "Black Talon is my sturdiest and fastest wyvern. He will have you to Shattrath by dusk. Keep in mind while you're in the great city, that the two great factions that call it home are in the midst of a bit of infighting, so I'd watch your step around them and the guards. Anyway, have a safe flight."<br><br>The flight master held the wyvern's reins while Otoahhastis mounted. She nodded at the orc as she took up the reins. "Walk with the Earth Mother, though it looks as though she might have abandoned this place." She said before spurring the wyvern into the air. True to the orc's words, she landed next to the flight master of Shattrath right around dusk. She handed the wyvern over to the Draenei's care and wandered off to explore the great city.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 19:01:22</strong>
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				Dendory flew toward Shattrah and soon arrived on the Aldor raise. She landed and dismissed her griffon, which took off and would come back whenever the young mage would call him. She walked inside the building and started looking at some of the armor pieces that the Dreanei here offered to experienced adventurers. She had seen them all before. Her own outfit, while more revealing and less protecting than any of those outfits, was better suited for her, providing a magical boost to her frost spells.<br><br>She turned around, starting to walk away, but soon two men approached her. "Can I get a port to Stormwind?" asked he first, and "Do you have extra food?" asked the second. Dendory lowered her head and sighed. Beggars. She brushed them off, not even bothering to reply, and headed toward to lower part of the city. She had heard about a new arrival in town that was offering missions to adventurers, and paying quite well for it. Maybe he would have something interesting for her to do.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drako</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 21:11:50</strong>
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				Antinonco yawned as he lay on the back of his armored wind rider, a loyal blue beast given to him for his many victories against the alliance. Bloodclaw he was called for he never stepped down from a chance to go into battle. It seemed to be the wind rider's nature as the quartermaster seemed glad to be rid of him. Antinonco didn't mind Bloodclaw's blood thirsty nature. It was how the Earth Mother had crafted him. Bloodclaw's purring growl made Antinonco look about and notice that they had reached Shattrah.<br><br>"Easy down we go, Bloodclaw" Antinonoco said nudging his mount towards the ground outside the gate between Nagrad and the city. No point in putting the city guards on edge by flying over the city and he could check in with his Aldor allies before going into the city proper for supplies. He hoped he could run into his adopted sister while in the city, he'd heard she might be headed this way and he was sure she would be glad for the company of a friendly face. Besides, who better to give the points of interest than someone who'd been to the Outlands before and survived with only a few scars.<br><br>With a few words to the vindicators at the gate, Antinonco was admitted to the Aldor rise of Shattrah City. It would be interesting to be back as he hadn't really been to the city in a while and the guards had mentioned tension between the Aldor and Scryers that had led to fighting in the city, something that rarely happened. <br><br>Leaving Bloodclaw in the care of the Aldor stables, with promise of a treat if the wind rider behaved, Antinonco called on the eagle spirits to take his flight form, a great black eagle, and dove from the rise to fly over the city looking for his "adopted" sister.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 21:44:27</strong>
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				Silven turned about and dismounted shooing his Saberfang away.&nbsp; The beast disappeared in a flash of light and smoke leaving the shadow priest alone in Terokkar forest.&nbsp; His feet stepping down caused decay with every step and his eyes were constantly searching for some type of Alliance prey.&nbsp; Finding none he turned his head back to Shattrath and wondered if he should post up there and wait for someone to leave the woods.&nbsp; Never having been one for camping, he shrugged and sat down with his back against a tree which amazingly didn't rot at his touch.&nbsp; The black cloth of his robes had been dirtied from his ride and reaching down he dusted them off before noticing the beat of wings nearby.&nbsp; Two fel orcs both mounted on Netherdrakes were flying back toward Shadowmoon Vale and seeing a perfect opportunity to get something a bit more unique than a windrider.&nbsp; Silven cast a mind flay at the pair.&nbsp; <br><br>The thick blue beam shot out from his hands as he made the hand symbol required for the magic.&nbsp; One of the orcs let out a loud scream of pain which echoed in the forest before he fell to his demise and his partner flew down to find the source of the magic.&nbsp; The netherdrake now without a rider darted off to Shadowmoon vale to find another rider worthy of it, while the second fel orc came down next to Silven who was already channeling for another spell.&nbsp; "You were foolish to come here, but I was expecting you to do so.&nbsp; Now, you shall know pain and death."<br><br>"You are the fool.&nbsp; You can not stand up to our might!"&nbsp; The fel orc laughed as he dismounted and both he and the drake rushed Silven. Not expecting that the being in front of them was actually a priest and knew the mind control spell.&nbsp; The drake's head reared back into a roar at the spells cast before turning and eviscerated it's former master.&nbsp; Silven called the drake over and offered it his hand to show that there was respect before releasing the spell.&nbsp; The drake roared and moved to devour Silven, before Silven's hand rushed out once more and was placed slowly onto the drake's mouth.&nbsp; It stopped immediately confused by the gesture and waited for Silven to speak.<br><br>"You are free of the binds put onto you by Illidan or the Burning Legion or however held you captive.&nbsp; Instead know now that I have set you free and I respect your power noble creature."&nbsp; Silven performed a bow to the netherdrake who looked down at the odd priest before returning the bow himself and nodding.&nbsp; <br><br>"So indeed you have freed me from the Fel Orc's savage bridle.&nbsp; I consent to one of your desires."&nbsp; The drake pulled back up and waited for Silven to speak his desire at which point Silven asked him to be his flying mount.&nbsp; The drake nodded in response and opened it's mouth producing a whistle to summon him whenever he wanted to fly.&nbsp; Silven nodded in response and bowed once more, before clambering up onto the dragon's back and taking off.&nbsp; He sensed other members of the horde were gathering in Shattrath now and thought maybe it was time to speak with a few before returning to his hunt.&nbsp; On his return to Shattrath there was a general outcry of distress seeing the Netherdrake land inside of the walls and Vindicators rushed to subdue what they thought to be a ferocious beast.&nbsp; Silven looked down at them from his saddle on the creature and shook his head at the collection of Draeni who were helding maces and guns.<br><br>"Ashenmore!&nbsp; What is the meaning of this?"&nbsp; The Captain cried out brandishing his mace as if it could harm him.<br><br>"Meaning of what?&nbsp; All I see are you haressing me over my mount, perhaps I should report this incident to A'dal?"&nbsp; Silven said with venom in his voice as the Netherdrake looked upon the Draeni as if they were a tasty meal.&nbsp; They moved back and growled.&nbsp; <br><br>"We're watching you Ashenmore."&nbsp; They replied quickly and ran off like dogs to their master to report the incident themselves.&nbsp; Several Scyrers whom were Silven's allies laughed heartily at the incident and Silven gave them a wave before leading his dragon through the streets of Shattrath heading toward the flight master where he sensed a Tauren druid whom was rather renowned for smashing open gnomes' heads.&nbsp; <br><br>"Otoahhastis!"&nbsp; Silven called out moving his drake next to the female tauren.&nbsp; "What brings the fabled Gnome smasher to Shattrath?"&nbsp; &nbsp;He asked pleasantly enough, but was truly only seeking information on any alliance that might be outside of Shattrath's walls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 22:28:42</strong>
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				Otoahhastis looked up in surprise at the Forsaken priest astride a great netherdrake. She gave a quick bow to the priest and his mount. "I hope the Earth Mother as blessed your travels since last we met, Silven. I see she has given you what looks to be a great drake." She held her hand up to pet the drake, but waited for the beast's permission before actually touching it. <br><br>"What brings me here, is the need to explore new lands. That and someone needed to come keep the Gnomes in line." She grinned up at the priest. "Also I was told that Shattrath was the easiest place to meet up with people. I'd even hoped to find my brother Antinonco around here somewhere, that is if he's in the city at the moment."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 22:40:19</strong>
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				"Antinonco?&nbsp; Oh yes, the other druid.&nbsp; I believe he is in the Aldor section, I saw his mug when I was flying over.&nbsp; Aside from that Otoahhastis I heard about what happened with the Grimtotems in your clan.&nbsp; It grieves me to see your noble people in turmoil especially at a time like this.&nbsp; I however will side with Magatha on the fact that you shouldn't have been associating with the Night Elves in the first place.&nbsp; Still, it is a shame to see the split; she trained such wonderful shamans." &nbsp; Silven was speaking more through his ass than his mouth during this; his honeyed tongue served him well to make himself sound sincere but truly he couldn't have cared less.&nbsp; He was proud of Magatha's doings and wished the other Tauren had followed the example, but sadly they didn't.&nbsp; Turning his eyes down to the Tauren about to pet the drake, Silven raised in eyebrow through his mask.<br><br>"He is not used to anything but Fel Orc cruelty so far Otoahhastis.&nbsp; I do not know if it the wisest thing to be attempting to reach out to him right now."&nbsp; He replied quickly as the Drake turned it's head from the Tauren with a low growl of warning before looking straight forward to where Grull lived and the beasts blood began to boil.&nbsp; Grull had long made sport of the drakes and dragons and massacred them with little more than the flick of his wrist.&nbsp; Their bodies were still impaled on the outcroppings as they had been left.&nbsp; Silven's eyes cut down at the drake, then back to his companion.<br><br>"Tell me, have you received any reports on Alliance action in the area?"&nbsp; The shadow priest asked quickly cutting his eyes to two vindictors that were following him from a distance obviously under the captain's command.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 23:00:34</strong>
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				Otoahastis frown at Silven's words. "Antinonco is a great druid, Silven, even if our paths differ. I shall have to seek him out with the Aldor then. And it is a shame that not all the tribes can see eye to eye, but Magatha has every right to her opinion. I found many of the Night Elves to be decent company, at least the few that were willing to speak with me. The Grimtotems have many good shaman, but I've met better."<br><br>She gave the drake a sad smile as she spurned her offer of affection. "It is a shame. I hope you will be kind enough to him that becomes willing to accept the kind touch of others." She gave Silven a hard look. "Just so you know, Silven, if I find that you have treated this noble animal poorly, I will have an issue with you."<br><br>She shook her head at his final question. "I haven't had the chance to seek any news, seeing as I have just arrived. There were a few of the Alliance dogs hanging around the Dark Portal, but I don't think it would be wise to seek them out for any purpose."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 23:28:35</strong>
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				Emrick had only been in the city for ten minutes when a dragon flew overhead.&nbsp; Most of the people on the broad street ducked and scattered as the behemoth's wings sent a tremendous rush of air blowing downwards.&nbsp; The mage, though, simply looked up as the strong wind tossed his hair and rippled over his clothing.&nbsp; The dragon was one of the Netherwing, that was for certain.&nbsp; It's purple-black body was corporeal at the moment, but the outline of its form seemed to shift; shrinking, expanding, wavering, like heat rising off desert sand.&nbsp; And while the Netherwing were generally hostile to the mortal races, it wasn't unheard of for dragons of the Flight to ally with individual people.<br><br>This particular specimen wasn't screaming or casting anything, and it passed right over the Lower City towards the southern edge of the Terrace of Light: the Flight Master's perch.&nbsp; Emrick tried not to roll his eyes at whoever the show-off was who rode on the beast's back.&nbsp; Obligatory warning horns echoed through the masonry of Shattrath as the Sha'tari Skyguard took the necessary precautions.&nbsp; Netherwing drakes were favored by the fel orcs to the east and north, and it wasn't hard to believe that they'd raid Shattrath with them.<br><br>Emrick turned his gaze away from the spectacle, continuing down the street.&nbsp; Well, it was more of a market.&nbsp; The Lower City was half basin, half avenue, and everything was very slapdash.&nbsp; Still, an inquiring person could find all variety of goods and services in the sunken half of Shattrath.&nbsp; Emrick suddenly didn't feel like sleeping anymore, and he had a variety of supplies to buy and sell after all.&nbsp; And there was the scrolls he had to drop off with the Explorer's League.<br><br>The mage sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.&nbsp; He hadn't slept in nearly twenty hours, not wanting to spend another night in the infested Zangarmarsh, but he didn't feel the least bit tired.&nbsp; In fact, he felt invigorated.&nbsp; What sense did that make?<br><br>Emrick looked up, finding himself in front of a tidy stall.&nbsp; Atop the smooth wood and the garish cloth adorning it was a variety of odds and ends.&nbsp; There were valuable rocks, brand new rolls of cloth, a quiver full of Thalassian arrows, and - looking out of place amongst the finery - a stack of yellowed papers.&nbsp; Behind the stall stood a blood elf, his green eyes watching the mage curiously from underneath long, blond eyebrows.&nbsp; A number of packages in varying states of being emptied were stacked behind the stallkeeper; it looked like he had just arrived in Shattrath.<br><br>Although most of his wares were of interest to the mage, the parchment specifically aroused Emrick's curiosity.&nbsp; Tying Talia to a nearby post, he smiled at the blood elf, bowing his head respectfully.&nbsp; "Bal'a dash, sin'dorei," he said in fluent Thalassian.&nbsp; <em>Greetings, blood elf.</em><br><br>"Bal'a dash, malanore," the vendor replied with a curt nod and an approving expression.&nbsp; "We can continue in the Common tongue if it is easier for you."<br><br>Emrick thanked him, then pointed at the parchment.&nbsp; "I'm curious.&nbsp; What exactly is on those?"<br><br>The elf picked up the top paper, handing it to the mage.&nbsp; The ink was fresh despite the age of the parchment.&nbsp; "They're contracts, for mercenary work.&nbsp; People pay me to find adventurers, and I pay you to do the work."<br><br>He had heard of such adventurers.&nbsp; He had even traveled with some of them as they carried out their personal contracts.&nbsp; Emrick had always been curious about their profession.&nbsp; Five gold for retrieving a stolen item from the arrokoa?&nbsp; It sounded like a great deal.<br><br>Emrick handed the paper back to the stallkeeper.&nbsp; "Maybe I'll take you up on it," he said, browsing the elf's other wares.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 23:57:55</strong>
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				Silven moved his hand down to the drake's side and pat the creature before letting it take off, now was not the time to be gathering anymore attention to himself; though the mount was something that was meant to be shown off.&nbsp; Silven's eyes moved over the onlookers now as they ran out and surrounded him and his tauren companion.&nbsp; Their eyes fixed on the creature as it flew away to be with it's breathen in the Blade's Edge Mountains.&nbsp; Silven felt himself being jostled by the onlookers who were pointing and calling to the drake.&nbsp; Feeling his aggrivation growing, Silven pushed the crowd away with a shadow nova and turned his eyes back to Otoahastis who he had made sure not to effect.<br><br>"I have no intention of mistreating my mount Otoahastis and if my words on your brother offended forgive me."&nbsp; The forsaken said slowly before feeling some great source of magic near by that was neither one of his allies nor the Naaru.&nbsp; Shrugging it off, he moved along with the druid and took a moment to regain his composure after the spell.&nbsp; "Shall we go visit your brother now or will we merely stay here and continue exchanging pleasantries?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 00:20:33</strong>
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				Otoahhastis watched the drake fly off before turning her attention to Silven. "Yes it would be nice to find him. I haven't seen him for some months." She looked around at the people and buildings surrounding them. "This really is a beautiful place. And I sometimes speak more brashly than I should, even my parents have told me so on numerous occasions. I would just hate to see a fine creature like that abused by a cruel hand."<br><br>"And I have heard many unfair remarks made about Antinonco, simply because he favors the path of balance. Many of the druids from our tribe tend to favor the feral or restoration aspects of our teachings, and generally look down on his choice. So I'm rather quick to defend him when I feel someone is insulting him." She gave the Forsaken a friendly smile. "So where have your travels led you since our last meeting?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 00:29:12</strong>
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				"My path has been solely on one of revenge.&nbsp; The alliance took many years of research and work away from me when they obliterated the Influx Dimensional Repair system.&nbsp; Now I will see to it that they feel the pain that has been held in my chest and kept me from the completion of my dream."&nbsp; Demon Paramour, Silven's staff flashed bloody red at his current mood and he hissed at the pick pocket who was reaching into his pouch for some bread and sent a fist into the poor man's face causing decay to spread along his right eye.&nbsp; "Never steal from a forsaken."&nbsp; He said quietly before turning back to Otoahhastis.&nbsp; <br><br>"I did make a brief trip to Silvermoon and confided into some of the people there.&nbsp; Mainly the slave traders who are beginning to make rounds through the horde cities now.&nbsp; There was a particularly beautiful night elf amongst them which the merchant wouldn't let me touch.&nbsp; Said he was saving it for Thrall.&nbsp; The damn brown noser."&nbsp; Silven said then apologized realizing he was speaking to a female.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 00:45:33</strong>
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				"I am sorry to hear that, more because I feel that life is too short to spend seeking revenge. But I also know that much time was put into the project and it is a shame that a better power source could not be discovered." She paused at Silven's rather abrupt and (to her) and violent response to the pick pocket. "There is no need to be that cruel to one who is less fortunate than yourself, Silven."<br><br>She squatted down to look at the would be thief and brought up a hand glowing with healing energy. "It would be wise to choose a different target next time, my friend, or ask." She said to the thief. "Forsaken, especially, are bad to pick pocket. Here are a few coins, go by some food if you're hungry." She patted the thief's head and stood up again. "It is a shame that you could not buy the elf. If you don't mind my asking, what purpose did you have in mind for her? And don't feel you have to censure your language, simply because I happen to be female. I won't burst into flame, because you cuss in my hearing range."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 00:48:40</strong>
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				Luitger was quickly becoming bored of all this flying about.&nbsp; He had been flying around the Hellfire Peninsula for many days and had found little but lone scouts in the area which posed no real challenge.&nbsp; Though the bounties he gained from their scalps were enough to keep him going for now.&nbsp; His mission would be considered complete if he was able to take down a leader.&nbsp; <br><br>The list of potential targets was long, but the ones he was most interested in were the Fel Orc Blademasters.&nbsp; These warriors were among the most skilled at melee combat.&nbsp; Any of their deaths would hurt the fel orcs morale or even cause a leadership struggle.&nbsp; Blademaster were often easy to recognize when found.&nbsp; Most carried banners on their backs with a 'burning blade' icon on them, a symbol of their clan.&nbsp; Those who operated tended to make their presence known very quickly.&nbsp; <br><br>The Light smiled upon him as he soon encountered exactly what he was looking for.&nbsp; A new Blademaster calling himself Kouga the Typhoon had appeared in the area.&nbsp; This Blademaster had recently appeared and had been responsible for over 70 known Alliance deaths.&nbsp; It seemed the total had gotten higher as he cut down the last of a patrol of Draenei Alliance.&nbsp; He could see the fool laughing and ritually dismembering the bodies as part of his devotion to the forces of the Burning Legion.&nbsp; It was at this point that he directed the Gryphon, now named Vengeance, down.&nbsp; <br><br>Just a few feet off the ground, he leaped off as the Gryphon found a place to roost.&nbsp; The creature was no fool and knew how to take care of itself.&nbsp; Kouga looked up at his new opponent.&nbsp; He reared himself up as Luitger approached him.&nbsp; Kouga sniffed the air.&nbsp; "So a weakling human comes to challenge the Typhoon?! You're either very confident or very stupid, human." Luitger said nothing.&nbsp; He unsheathed his longsword and pointed it at the Orc while making a slashing motion across his throat.&nbsp; "Very well, human.&nbsp; If you want to die, I'll oblige you." The Orc sheathed his ornate blade and held his hand over to quickly draw it again.&nbsp; &nbsp;"RRRAAAGGGHHH!!!" the orc cried out.<br><br>Luitger had sized up his opponent well.&nbsp; The Orc's speed was prodigious, but he was ready.&nbsp; Luitger put up his sword just in time to deflect the blade.&nbsp; His bones rattled as their blades clashed.&nbsp; Using Orc's Bane had been the right choice as it's smaller size would more easily let him match the Blademaster's speed.&nbsp; Luitger pushed the blade away and attempted a round about swing, but the Orc managed to jump back easily.&nbsp; <br><br>"No one has ever fully stopped my attack before.&nbsp; Tell me your name so that I may name you as my trophy before my chief," the Blademaster asked as they began to circle each other.&nbsp; &nbsp;Luitger smirked beneath his helmet.&nbsp; "I am Luitger Dunstan.&nbsp; Where I come from, I am known as the Scythe, the Blade Wind, or the Hundred Orc Slayer." The Orc laughed at this.&nbsp; "So, another glory seeker from Azeroth.&nbsp; Why should any of us fear you? Thrall's 'Horde' is nothing compared to the true Horde here.&nbsp; We have embraced the demon and it has made us stronger." "You and all your kind will soon grow to fear me, filth," he spat back.&nbsp; The Orc laughed at this insult.&nbsp; "I like you, human.&nbsp; Mugenjin and I can't wait to add you to our tally." At these words, his hand fell to his now-named sword as he prepared again.&nbsp; "Let's go!" he yelled and charged.&nbsp; <br><br>This time, Luitger was prepared.&nbsp; He stopped the longer blade and quickly began to redirect it, using the Orc's own momentum against him.&nbsp; The Orc took a fraction of a step past him.&nbsp; Luitger counterattacked with a chop at the Orc's flank, which he in turn deflected.&nbsp; Both opponents were skilled, each seemingly unable to get the upper hand.&nbsp; The endless clash of metal could be heard throughout the open plains.&nbsp; This went on for several minutes, both combatants becoming tired.&nbsp; <br><br>The Orc was panting hard and fighting down the annoyance building within him.&nbsp; He was clearly not used to fighting skilled humans. "What's wrong?" Luitger mocked, "was the 'Typhoon' just a bag of wind all along?" The Orc gritted his teeth.&nbsp; "I will visit 20 lifetimes of pain on you, human," he retorted.&nbsp; "First, you have land a blow on me," he riposted.&nbsp; He mockingly motioned him to come towards him.&nbsp; The Orc only got angrier, making him careless, which is what Luitger had counted on.&nbsp; Instead of the careful sword draw, the 'Blademaster' had gone for an all or nothing swing.&nbsp; The telegraphed move was all Luitger needed.&nbsp; Having observed the Orc's body language, he sidestepped down and forward and sliced through the Orc's abdomen.&nbsp; The Orc continued his forward motion but froze.&nbsp; Luitger whipped the blood off his blade and sheathed it.&nbsp; The Orc coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.&nbsp; <br><br>Luitger set to work immediatly.&nbsp; He collected Kouga's unique weapon, prayer beads, and banner.&nbsp; Finally, he took the Draeneis' spears and impaled his lifeless body along the road as a warning to the other Fel Orcs.&nbsp; <br><br>The bounty was confirmed by the mercenary attache both by his trophies as well as the body later found.&nbsp; He called his Gryphon and took to the Portal to return to Stormwind.&nbsp; He would need more information and more allies to continue his hunt.&nbsp; As impressive a catch as Kouga had been, he was just one among very many enemies.&nbsp; He needed more allies and more information.&nbsp; He felt back in Stormwind was the best start.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 01:10:28</strong>
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				<br>"I didn't expect you to, I just doubted you wanted to here my thoughts about making an elf my sex slave.&nbsp; It's probably all you can do to keep from becoming sick in my presence.&nbsp; Do you really want to imagine me naked?" &nbsp; The forsaken said with a chuckle as he moved toward one of the vendors and bought an apple and slid his mask up revealing rotten flesh beneath it, but his teeth still strong and white.&nbsp; Crunching down into the fruit, he turned back to her as he continued to eat.&nbsp; Once his mouth was empty he spoke once more, now with the scent of pulp and skin coming from his throat.&nbsp; "I'm not exactly sure what to do at the moment and I would hardly call myself fortunate.&nbsp; If you think about it, I'm a walking bag of bones thread together only by my infinite call for revenge against the humans.&nbsp; I don't expect you to understand me nor do I want your pity.&nbsp; I am just saying it is hard to be undead and not cling to life without some sort of hatred in your chest."<br><br>Silven's eyes roamed back across the city and noted a human mage walking about the people of the lower city and grinned evilly.&nbsp; "I believe I may have just found a mark Otoa."&nbsp; Silven said pointing to her while moving his mask down over his face once more.&nbsp; The bits of rotten flesh hidden, his eyes flashed with a brief red light before returning to their usual yellow; he sized up his hit and wondered what specialization the young girl was.&nbsp; Arcane, Frost or Fire, either way she would fall before his own might.&nbsp; He made a mental note of her location and cast a clarievonence spell upon the vendor in front of her so he could keep an eye on the girl while he made his rounds with Otoa.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drako</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 02:43:30</strong>
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				Antinonco scanned the crowds below with a sharp eye, flying along the wall that separated the Lower City from the Terrace. It didn't take him long to spot his taller than average sister as she paused to heal a small child that had tried to pick the pocket of the Forsaken walking with her. It was very typical of his tribal sister to heal those in need. Though he did wonder why she walked with a member of the Forsaken. The way they chatted, they must know each other. Antinonco wasn't sure what to think about that, though he had no personal issues with the Forsaken. <br><br>He swooped down and returned to his normal form a few feet in front of his sister, far enough away to not be hit by anyone's weapons. "How goes it, Otoahhastis?" he asked as he approached his tribal sister. "Has the Earth Mother blessed you with a safe journey? And who might your friend be?" Antinonco eyed the Forsaken and followed the man's look towards a nearby vendor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 02:56:39</strong>
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				"I'm Silven Ashenmore, Antinonco.&nbsp; We met long ago, but you were just then becoming a fledgling druid and following Hammuel's path.&nbsp; It has been a long time so I do not begrudge you for forgetting me." Silven turned his eyes up for a moment and then back to Antinonco as he finished his apple and tossed it into the lava pits surrounding the blacksmiths forge.&nbsp; Apple trees would not grow in the outlands and only existed do to the magical soil located in the Scyrer's and Aldor's Terrance.&nbsp; Silven himself enjoyed fresh produce but the thought of a good meaty meal was beginning to make him salivate...or would if he had saliva glands.<br><br>"I shall wait my turn as I have spoken out of it.&nbsp; I will let this family reunion come to a close before speaking again." &nbsp;Silven often forgot his manners in large groups of people and shrugged at the pair as he began to play with a gold coin in his fingers and watched as beggars stared at it as if it were life blood.&nbsp; A small child walked up to the shadow priest, a small human child and the disgust in his eyes was apprent.&nbsp; The child asked if he could have the coin for some food for his family.&nbsp; Silven gave a slow grin behind his mask and handed the boy the coin after muttering a few words and watched the lad run off to his family.&nbsp; Silven had actually cursed the coin with the devouring plague and the boy would soon spread it to his family.&nbsp; They had little less than the day to live.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 03:14:21</strong>
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				She shrugged. "You're right, I don't really care. Though it is more because thoughts like that don't have to be public knowledge. And I do pity you, because I feel that you must have once been a great man." She followed his gaze to the younger mage. "Are you planning doing something unmentionable to the human, or just general revenge?" She asked, ambivalently.<br><br>She smiled as her brother landed in front of her and returned to his regular form. She smiled and gave him a quick hug. "Anti, it is great to see you again. And she has, cause I am obviously unharmed." She turned and gestured to Silven. "This is my friend Silven. We had a few adventures together back in Azeroth. Silven, this is Anti, my adopted brother, so to speak. So, since you two both seem to be familiar with the city, would you guys like to give me a tour?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drako</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 03:35:37</strong>
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				Antinonco returned his sister's hug and he thought about his younger years as a druid. "I think I do remember you now, Silven. You've changed a bit since last we met. It's good to know someone has help keep my sister out of trouble." He stepped back. "If you waited your turn to speak around Otoa, you'd be waiting a while especially if she wants a tour of Shattrath. She'll be asking questions about everything she sees of interest."<br><br>He made a vague gesture in a random direction. "Feel free to lead the tour, Silven. I'm sure your more familiar with the current happenings of the city anyways."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 03:42:30</strong>
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				"If you so wish." &nbsp;Silven said with a nod before summoning his undead Saberfang to him; which stretched out it's body in a long motion as if it were yawning then allowed Silven to mount him.&nbsp; Silven turned around to the pair and nodded.&nbsp; "Please hop on whatever mounts you possess and we'll begin our tour of Shattrath.&nbsp; On foot it could take a while and I'm sure we're all a bit foot swore here."&nbsp; The priest said calmly before moving his mount foward toward the upper levels of the city.<br><br>"Alright what you see all around you is the lower city.&nbsp; The slums or the ghetto whatever you wish to call it.&nbsp; All the undesirables are sent down here, but a few gems shine in this trash heap.&nbsp; The World's end tavern for example serves the best alcohol in outland along with the mercanary master who resides nearby it.&nbsp; Aside from that vendors of all sorts can be found down there, though the vindicators do little to protect them." &nbsp;Silven moved along and moved up to the upper platform where the rest of the Shattrath city was located.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 08:21:31</strong>
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				Tzain walked back and forth in front of a cave, overlooking the thunderlord stronghold in the blades edge mountains, waiting impatiently for the last of his raiders to arrive. Finnally, 5 wyverns swooped in, each bearing one of his raiders. He looked at the 6 standing before him, counting them in his head. Before him stood, an undead and a blood elvish warrior, an orc warlock, two hunters, one a troll, one a blood elf, and an undead rogue. These were those amongst his raiders that he had deemed suitable to join him in outland (also those who could afford flying mounts). The rest were still based in Lordaeron, still raiding into Hillsbrad.<br>"Allright Hatespawn Raiders! I have chosen a target for us. The dranei town of Telredor. That mushroom platform, while difficult to assail from the ground, is vulnerable to airbourne assault. This will be good training for you all, in the art of dealing death from above. Now, follow me!" Tzain said to his raiders, before leaping on the back of his wyvern. The raiders followed him, as they flew south on their wyverns, ready to sow terror and destruction in Zangamarsh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 08:58:29</strong>
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				Luitger had returned to Stormwind.&nbsp; "I need a drink...," he thought.&nbsp; His usual tavern of choice was the Boar's Tusk near the Mercenary Attache's office.&nbsp; This was the usual haunt of the mercenaries.&nbsp; He generally preferred it here.&nbsp; The atmosphere was relatively light as most people were just here for a quick drink after before or after a job.&nbsp; Besides, the presence of the Stormwind Guard kept people from starting trouble.&nbsp; It was also convenient as attache's often came here first if they needed to do a mass hiring.&nbsp; Now, was one such time.&nbsp; <br><br>"Raid! Raid! To the city walls!" was heard in the distance with the clang of alarm bells.&nbsp; Luitger smirked.&nbsp; This always meant work was around the corner.&nbsp; He heard the rattle of boots outside as the Stormwind Guard messenger pushed open the door.&nbsp; "Bounties doubled for every Horde killed!" was his message.&nbsp; The same as it had always been.&nbsp; He always needed money so he finished his pint and grabbed his helmet.&nbsp; "Just put it on the tab, Mark," he said to the bartender.&nbsp; "No problem.&nbsp; Give 'em hell!" the bartender cheered.&nbsp; <br><br>It was the same every time.&nbsp; Some Horde scum looking for glory or murder would sneak in and start murdering or capturing everyone in site.&nbsp; This one was led by a well known Horde Orc bandit named Gilron the Pillager.&nbsp; His warband consisted of an eclectic mix of Orcs, Trolls, Forsaken, Tauren, and Blood Elves.&nbsp; Despite this, they were all here for murder and plunder.&nbsp; It mattered little to him as he ran to them.&nbsp; <br><br>Anthony the Forsaken rogue thought he was having a great day.&nbsp; He had shanked 5 guards already and now dragging an unconscious woman to meet up with his boss.&nbsp; "Yes, she'll make a fine price at the auctions...," he chuckled.&nbsp; It was his last thought for all time as he was crushed to dust and bones by Luitger's bastard sword.&nbsp; "Now I know where the filth are gathering..." He stopped to check on the woman and sat her up against a wall.&nbsp; Unfortunately, a Blood Elf warrior had seen him dash his comrade and he had already turned and run off.&nbsp; "Damn it!" he screamed as he gave chase.&nbsp; The Blood Elf was too fast for him and he had alerted his comrades, 20 of them armed with crossbows.&nbsp; At their center stood Gilron.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well if it isn't the mighty Hundred Orc Slayer," he mocked.&nbsp; He said nothing.&nbsp; "Ah yes, the silent killer routine.&nbsp; Oh so scary." "You have yet to know true fear, Gilron." "Don't insult me.&nbsp; I have you at a complete disadvantage.&nbsp; You have to charge at least 20 paces to even reach me and my men.&nbsp; In that time, they will reduce you to a pincushion," Gilron mocked.&nbsp; Luitger could see that the Orc was right.&nbsp; He had chosen his ground well, but it mattered not.&nbsp; He had lived through worse.&nbsp; He wordlessly charged.&nbsp; <br><br>Gilron was taken aback by his reckless charge.&nbsp; "Fire! Fire! Bring him down!" All the crossbows fired their bolts.&nbsp; Luitger had held his bastard word in front of him counting on it and his armor and speed to see him through.&nbsp; 5 streaked past him, 4 bounced off his sword,&nbsp; 7 bounced off his armor, but 4 found purchase.&nbsp; One hit embedded himself in his left arm, another in his right leg, one in his shoulder, and the other in his right hand.&nbsp; This was too much pain to swallow as he doubled over.&nbsp; "Haha! I like seeing you on your knees! Such a fitting place for a weak human!" <br><br>Luitger was mad, the Orc had outdone him.&nbsp; However, he was determined to fight through.&nbsp; Unexpectedly, he broke the bolt in his hand from sheer muscle tension and adrenaline.&nbsp; The Horde warband was collectively shocked.&nbsp; He then pulled the bolt out of his leg.&nbsp; "Gilrog panicked.&nbsp; "Reload, you idiots! Finish him!" However, they too were starting to panic.&nbsp; Before they could finish, Luitger had pulled the remaining two out of his shoulder and arm.&nbsp; The wounds were deep and there was already much blood.&nbsp; "He's already wounded! Draw your blades! Finish him!" The raiders drew their blades and haphazardly charged.&nbsp; Luitger grinned through the pain and mockingly waved them to him.&nbsp; <br><br>The first few were cut down easily.&nbsp; These were men who were used to having the advantage of surprise.&nbsp; Now it mattered little.&nbsp; He counted as they fell...5...6...7...8...9...10&nbsp; Unfortunately, he was slowing down due to blood loss.&nbsp; A Troll rogue had attempted to get behind and backstab him.&nbsp; Luitger sensed his presence only at the last second.&nbsp; Though it hit no vitals, it left a bloody slash in his flank.&nbsp; The Troll was quickly smashed into a puddle on the stonework.&nbsp; Only 6 remained, scared of the grievously wounded man who simply would not fall.&nbsp; "What are you idiots doing? Fight!" They dropped their weapons and ran as the black armored demon marched toward them.&nbsp; "Wait! No!" His men were gone and only they stood.&nbsp; <br><br>Gilrog fell over and tried to scuttle away from Luitger.&nbsp; "No! Wait! Please!" Luitger only marched forward impassively, his dripping wounds only making him terrifying.&nbsp; Even with the mask, Gilrog could see his eyes.&nbsp; He knew that look.&nbsp; It was the look a wolf levels at a being it has long intended to kill.&nbsp; Luitger was enjoying every second, but he still said nothing.&nbsp; Luitger stood above the pathetic Orc, wrapped in the raw hatred he bore for all his kind.&nbsp; He finally brought his blade down, messily severing both of his legs.&nbsp; The Orc screamed in great pain.&nbsp; "Crawl away, worm.&nbsp; If you survive, I'll owe you a silver..." he uttered.&nbsp; The Orc slowly tried to drag himself around a corner, but did not last.&nbsp; The massive trauma and blood loss his body survived quickly took his toll and he died.&nbsp; <br><br>A minute passed as Stormwind guards came around the corner.&nbsp; "Thanks be to the Light you're on our side!" one young guard said.&nbsp; Luitger mumbled, "Yeah..." as he began to keel over.&nbsp; Blood loss and the thinning of adrenaline had taken their toll.&nbsp; The battle had physically cost him greatly.&nbsp; Three of the guards went to catch him before he hit the ground.&nbsp; "He's wounded badly! Get him to Lady Sinoraa! She'll patch him up!" "Yes, sir!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 13:08:00</strong>
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				&nbsp;Miriallia had landed at the Stormwind gates on her armored blue griffon. She had dared not use the netherdrake here in Azeroth. Many had been killed by the blue flight upon entering the new lands. She smiled at he city as she wandered in. This was her third time in the city since the opening of the dark portal.<br><br>&nbsp;She had come here on official buisness from the lord regent of Shattrath Kadagar himself in search of more forces o quell the uprisings between the aldor and the Scyer. She cared little for the petty squabble despite the fact she had been allied with them, but it had been known in the city that if she saw someone being mistreated she would step in and put an end to it reguardless if it were Scryer or Aldor who started it she finished it. On her back was her trusty warhammer. Crafted for her by her father who was a master Elven blacksmith and had made sure to teach Miriallia what he knew. She had learned all she could from her father before she had heard the call for a new order of paladins. <br><br>&nbsp;Which had of course led her here. She was on her way to Stormwind Keep when she spotted a comotion going. She grabbed a running guard. "You what has happened here?" she questioned him. "We have a man greaviously wounded I am running to find priestess Sinoraa!" he said before turning and running off in the direction he needed to run. <em>"Look like someone is in need of my help."</em> she thought asshe spurred her charger onward towards the scene. "Step aside let me handle this!" she shouted to the guards who gave her a wide birth when they reliazed she was riding a glowing golden unicorn. One ofht e many symbols of a paladin of the Holy Light. With that she jumped down and looked over the man. <br><br>&nbsp;He was hurt badly and was bleeding most profusly from his many wounds. "Well this is going to be fun." she said as she applied her hands to his body and she closed her eyes as soon her hands were engulfed in a soft glowing white golden aura. After a short prayer she applied the light to the man's wounds in a flash she closed them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 18:34:43</strong>
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				Otoahhastis smiled and whistled for her black war kodo. The great lumbering rhino like creature approached her and nuzzled her side. "Hey, Anti, like my new mount? I got him from the hall of legends." She grinned as she moved along the beasts side and climbed up onto its saddle. "Palulukan is a great beast of war." She said proudly as she sent him into motion after Silven. <br><br>She looked around in interest as Silven led them through the Lower City. It did indeed look like a rather sorry collection of people, and it was a shame the vindicators didn't do more to help them out. She made a note to stop in at the World's End Tavern and try some of their alcohol. She growled softly as they passed by some members of the Alliance, and she had to fight the urge to dismount and kick around the few Gnomes she'd caught a glimpse of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drako</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 19:28:03</strong>
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				Antinonco whislted for his own kodo. "He looks like it. And at least you didn't get one of them sissy birds blood elves favor." He thumped his kodo affectionately on the shoulder before climbing into the saddle. He followed behind the two, preferring to allow Silven to give the tour. He'd add his two cents to it if Silven left anything noteworthy out.<br><br>As they passed the World's End, Anti made a mental note to return for something to eat and drink while making more glyphs to sell. He was sure he could sell a few in the city before showing his sister around the Outlands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LIAR</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 21:54:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wow.allakhazam.com/Im/width=189/44242.jpg)</div> "Feh." The mage turned her face downward to spit on the dirty stone floor, but her eyes never left the Wind Traders face. Despite the lack of facial features, the mass of light and cloth still had body language which the Troll carefully read. The Trader's finger twitched and he turned his head slightly to eye the cage with the Troll captive. He was having an internal debate- deciding if he should do this the hard way or the harder way. Zazi, ever patient, waited with one hand rested comfortably on the hilt of her wicked blade while the other was rolled into a fist on her hip. The Trader was silent another long moment, but the city was anything but. Soft cries, clicks of hooves, laughter, the clang of metal- Shattrath was never asleep.<br><br>"Alright," the Trader finally said and pounded the cage with a clenched fist. The magical cogs began spinning, unlocking the pink cage where the snarling Troll captive was being held. Zazi paid no attention at his release, instead conjuring her coin purse. She counted the gold coins slowly, as if to tease the merchant. They both knew she had bought the slave at a drastically reduced price and that the Trader wouldn't even break even from the deal. The Light knew Zazi could have paid full price. She could have bought every slave there twice over and still been fine- she had accumulated more than fame upon her travels and was well set financially. But sometimes she liked to prove a point. To be a bully. And to save a stupid Troll who would have deserved every bit of pain brought down on him for being caught in the first place. But his vicious roars of rage had stroked a soft part of the Mage. A true frenzied enrage. Disgusted at his current predicament. He was screaming for blood, and she had answered his call. But now he was alert and quiet, aware of his new position.<br><br>"Pleasure doing business with you," the Merchant said in an even tone. Zazi's lips twisted upwards in what could have been called a smile.<br><br>"Go home," the Troll Mage said to her ward in her native tongue. No one else around them understood, but the once-captive Troll did. A harsh bark of laughter escaped his throat. From prisoner to slave to free man in 30 minutes of negotiation. The murder was still in his eye as he looked from his savior to the Trader, but he knew when to cut his loses.<br><br>"Jinby do not forget face. Will sing songs of you." It was his thank you, his goodbye. The Mage said nothing of it; her eyes had never left the Wind Trader.<br><br>"Uh pleasah," Zazi repeated, turning on her heel. She had other business to attend to this day besides playing hero.<br><br><strong>1</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 22:17:13</strong>
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				Noticing that his two 'companions' had mounted up Silven put his mount into full speed much faster than either of the two kodos could have ever hoped to keep up with.&nbsp; He slowed at a pavailion and looked around pointing out Draeni down below him which were practicing for battle at a later time, the vindicators.&nbsp; He pursed his lips and again pointed down toward them with a bit of loathing forming upon his masked face.&nbsp; "There, this is the vindicator high ground or as we call my brothers call it; the pussies' training center.&nbsp; The vindicators and their captain come out here every day to train and to learn about proper techniques, but they never enforce anything.&nbsp; Rather they wait humbly behind A'dol's commands and smart over his words when they try to over step their boundries."&nbsp; Almost on que the Captain rushed out of the middle chamber of Shattrath in a huff and began yelling.&nbsp; The Captain was a large Dranei standing at six foot eight with a powerful body and glowing green eyes.&nbsp; His skin appeared to be made of stone in places and his long black hair hung loose down against his neck.<br><br>"Form up you lot!"&nbsp; He called loudly in a cry of rage and began thumping his heavy crystal mace against the ground casing cracks to form on the stone outcropping.&nbsp; Rage was clear in the Captain's eyes and he turned his gaze up to Silven and his companions giving them a rather obscene gesture with his middle finger before turning back to his troops.&nbsp; "Do to that <em>man</em> over there, every one of you lot has double training time this week.&nbsp; Netherdrakes should not be flown into Shattrath without some sort of aerial guard escort.&nbsp; Yet, he slipped in with barely a peep; before you start complaining the Aerial guard is on triple duty!"&nbsp; The Captain shouted and his troops groaned with discontent and gave Silven an evil look.&nbsp; Two forsaken were passing by just as the Captain spoke and some of the soldiers feeling rather spiteful charged them.&nbsp; The Captain was a fair man by any means and would have loved to see his men tear apart Silven, but helpless Civilians was another matter.&nbsp; His hammer smashed into the chests of two of the shoulders and a binding shield went up around the other in split second as Silven watched unflinching from his perch.<br><br>"Captain let me go!"&nbsp; The captured Dranei screamed and was promptly released with a smash to his head as the shield was lowered.<br><br>"No body will be harming any civilians.&nbsp; Triple duty for every one of you!"&nbsp; Silven took that as his que to leave and turned his saberfang around heading in the opposite direction down to the opposite end of the city.&nbsp; He waved his hands again and looked at his companions.&nbsp; Two elevators were leading up to high rises and Silven looked up where the magical forests of each could be seen.<br><br>"These are the rises of both the Aldor and the Scryers.&nbsp; These two have the same goals, but they constantly struggle with each other.&nbsp; It's sad, but in essence they are the horde and Alliance of Shattrath."&nbsp; Silven's eyes turned toward a group of Scryers and nodded to them waiting for his companions' responses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 15:29:27</strong>
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				Upon the platform town of Telredor, in Zangamarsh, the local inkeeper wash sweeping the doorstep to the Telredor Reststop, as a human warrior hearthed in. The Inkeeper was just about to turn and go back inside, to attend to the human, when she glanced upwards towards the sky, noticing a strange looking flock of birds sillouhetted against the outland's aurora sky. Then, the flock of dark shadows began to grow, placing a series of shadows on the ground, growing, forming, into a strangely familiar shape. As the innkeeper shaded her eyes, trying to make out what it was descending from the sky, a few other dranei noticed, following her gaze, looking up to see what she was looking at.<br>Then, the realisation hit one of them, a Dranei soldier on guard duty.<br>"WYVERNS!" the dranei yelled at the top of his voice, and everyone in Telredor froze instantly. A moment or two passed, seeming to drag on forever, before a wild shriek broke the reverie of the locals, the shriek of a black wyvern. Then, the pause shattered, the citizens of Telredor began to run around in a panic, screaming, while the guards ran around, preparing themselves for the impending attack. Half of the guards had pulled out their weapons, the other half still running around grasping weapons and pulling on armour, when Tzain and his Wyvern struck, hitting a Dranei Archer who had clambered on top of a building, trying to fix an aim on one of the attackers. Tzain cackled in triumph, as Wyverns claw and Forsaken's blade struck the guard with full force, sending a shower of blood and bone spraying across the village, as the limp corpse of the archer toppled off the platform, falling to the ground below. The battle had been joined, as the raiders descended upon Telredor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 02:07:04</strong>
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				Otoahhastis couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the grumbling Draenei guards. They really were pansies if they couldn't handle the punishment for dereliction of their duties. "I would not have believed your words, Silven, if I could not hear their complaining with my own ears. No offense meant friend, but I have known you to be rather condescending of some of the other races." She shook her head at the Vindicators actions. "And these Vindicators are a truly sad sight if they complain about just punishment and attempt to harm civilians."<br><br>She followed Silven as he brought their tour to the Aldor and Scyer rises. "Are they truly like the factions of Azeroth? Interesting. My understanding was that, for the most part, the only thing the Horde and Alliance agreed on were the fact that they can't stand each other, the Burning Legion, nor the Scourge." She shrugged. "But either way, I trust your assessment on that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 13:12:50</strong>
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				Sinoraa at in the library, blissfully unaware of the raid that had just taken place in the city. She'd been staying there for some time now, as most of the chapel's healers were out fighting in the overgrowing war, she'd happily volunteered to help the current understaffed healers. But for now, her shift was over so she was enjoying a good book, as a guard came storming into the library. "Lady Sinoraa! We need a healer, quick!" Sinoraa put her book down, with a sigh. "Surely there's more then enough healers around, then me." She thought to herself, but she wasn't about to complain. Indeed there were more healers, but they seemed to busy healing other guards, civilians, and random adventurers. Had Miriallia not healed Luitger, he'd probably very well have died. For Sinoraa stopped to heal people who looked to wounded to wait for a healer, and even so, there were two whom she'd failed to save. When she actually reached Luitger, she sighed, realizing she wasn't needed. "Miriallia, i assume?" She asked with a smile. She'd often heard about this, Miriallia girl. Someone Sinoraa would be good friends with they said, seeing as they were both highelves. Al tough Sinoraa failed to see, what their race had to do with anything. "Its good to see you got things under control." She said, looking over at Luitger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 18:11:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;Miriallia turned to look at the priestess who had adressed her. "Greetings priestess. I take it you are Sinoraa?" she asked her as she nodded her head to another guard as she finished healing him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 20:13:13</strong>
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				As the two High Elven women talked, he began to come around.&nbsp; He groaned quite audibly as he sat up.&nbsp; The healing magic had done the trick but he still felt kind of sore.&nbsp; He looked up at the two talking.&nbsp; Seeing the religious icons of the Light on them helped him peace together what happened.&nbsp; "Excuse me.&nbsp; How long was I out?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 21:38:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;Miriallia turned to the warrior who she had healed. "Ah it's good to see you are alive warrior. As to answer your question, I do not think you have been out long. Though could you tell us what it was that you were playing with?" she said kneeling down to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 22:28:04</strong>
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				"Horde raiding party.&nbsp; They played rough, but I play rougher.&nbsp; You can see the results." He casually swept his arm around at the meat that used to be Orc, Troll, Forsaken, Tauren, or Blood Elf.&nbsp; "Anyway," he said as if this was just another happening, "Thank you both for saving my life."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 00:07:38</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69003.msg3051871#msg3051871">Quote from: Sessha on 19-05-2010, 18:11:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Greetings priestess. I take it you are Sinoraa?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Sinoraa noded, confirming her identity. <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69003.msg3052704#msg3052704">Quote from: CmdrRenegade on 19-05-2010, 22:28:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Thank you both for saving my life."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Sinoraa shook her head. "I'm afraid i have little to do with your survival. It was Miriallia here, who healed you." She rested a hand on Miriallia's shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 00:50:35</strong>
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				&nbsp;Miriallia nodded her head to the warrior. "She is correct. When I found you I did not think you could last for too much longer, so I enacted one of hte virtues of the Holy Light compassion." she told him giving her a smile before she turned to the priestess. "It is good to see you sister. Tell me how have things been. It has been nearly six months since I was last here and things seem to have gotton a bit roughter since I was last here?" she asked her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 02:28:58</strong>
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				Sinoraa sighed, shaking her head. "Were undermanned to the limit at the moment. With most of our forces focused into the dark portal, horde raids, like this have happened more frequently. Luckily their mostly independent groups, the main bulk, also focusing on the dark portal..." She sighed looking over at a dead guard, only a couple of yards away. "Tough that's, but a small relief."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 02:37:03</strong>
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				Luitger slowly got to his feet.&nbsp; The turn of their conversation was a perfect opportunity.&nbsp; "If the two of you are willing to work with me, maybe we can do something about all these groups."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 04:54:32</strong>
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				&nbsp; Two figures rode towards Shattrath on large nightsabers. As they got closer to the city, the mist parted enough to reveal two female night elves. One was tall, with long white hair and lavender skin, dressed in a dark armor that fitted to her body, outlining her figure. The limb of a bow stuck up over one shoulder and the haft of a polearm over the other. At the side of the saddle by her knee a heavy rifle was slung. <br><br>&nbsp;The lavender skinned one turned to the shorter one. "Come <em>on</em> Anoria, I want to sit down and have a drink. We've been riding for hours," she said in Darnassian, her voice a husky alto and would have been pleasant if not for the sarcastic tone. Tossing her head, she turned forward as they started down the road to the northen entrance to the Lower City.<br><br>&nbsp;"I&nbsp; want to get out of the saddle first, Kyn, but I want to check at the hospice first," the other womnan said. Her voice a soft contalto. She was dressed in the robes of a priestess. Woven from an unusually dark material, it covered her from neck to foot. Shrouding her figure for the most part. Her skin was as pale as her hair, which trailed behind her as they rode down to the gate. <br><br>&nbsp;After a quick inspection and warning of the troubles in the city, the two passed through the tunnel, Kynrind staying close to her sister.&nbsp; Many refugees crowded them, begging for something. "Back off!" The tall huntress growled, drawing her rifle. Her nightsaber's rumbling growl sent the ragged refugees scrambling backwards and the two kaldorei were able to ride out into the Lower City.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;Kynrind's&nbsp; hostile posture kept the safe, her readiness to do violence evident to the hungry masses that crowded the lower city. It was only a few minutes to the&nbsp; hospice that tended the healthof the&nbsp; Lower City's poor. <br><br>They pulled up outside of the building, Anoria dismounting and tossing the reins of her mount to her sister. "I'll be only a few minutes," she said, stretching and groaning. The many hours they'd spent in the saddle had made her butt and thighs sore, but she went willingly enough into the hospice to talk to the Draenei woman inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 00:55:12</strong>
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				Silven's eyes turned to the sudden commotion of the lower city and his eyes cut into slits as he watched the two female night elves ride into the city.&nbsp; Licking his lips, he followed their path and turned to his two Tauren companions and gave a grim smile from behind his mask.&nbsp; "You'll have to excuse, some other business has called my attention."&nbsp; The Shadow priest jumped and cast levitate on himself and his stead and the pair drifted lazily down to the lower city where they were beset once more by beggars.&nbsp; One remembered him however and fled away and others did so as well.&nbsp; <em>Smart little rodents you are.</em><br><br>Silven lumbered forward through the crowd as his eyes crawled over the Night Elves luxurious skin.&nbsp; How soft it must be he thought to himself as he licked his lips ago.&nbsp; It had been what?&nbsp; A year since the last time he had let himself drown in the pleasure of a Night elf?&nbsp; Now there were two here before him, probably sisters or close companions and he wasn't about to let the pair get away from him by any means.&nbsp; Approached the huntress who waited outside of the hospice and greeted her.<br><br>"Welcome to Shattrath." &nbsp; The undead spoke in the night elfs native language.&nbsp; A trick he had picked up after enslaving one many moons ago. He was however new to being undead and hadn't thought about feeding his new found slave.&nbsp; She starved to death locked away in a cold dungeon; after that he proved much kinder to his slaves.&nbsp; Providing them with just enough food to keep their bodies how he liked them.&nbsp; He eyed the woman from behind his mask and bowed humbly toward her.<br><br>"I couldn't help but notice your lodging in the lower city, might I ask why?"&nbsp; The undead was certainly curious about that.&nbsp; Night elves were usually treated like royality around here, especially a priestess.&nbsp; So why would they take the time to wait it out amoungst the lower class.&nbsp; He held his tongue as he awaited an answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 01:04:27</strong>
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				&nbsp; Inside the hospice, Anoria helped the overworked Aldor draenei caretaker roll bandages and pack some supplies. She was always donating her time and any extras to help the poor of Shattrath. Much to the woman's delight.&nbsp; So few helped anymore and the refugees kept coming....<br><br>&nbsp;Outside Kynrind's gaze locked on the forsaken. Her silvery eyes narrowed to slits as he approached, then widened slightly as he spoke her native tongue. She cocked her rifle, lips peeling back from her teeth, exposing the long canines the Kal'dorei had as the muzzle of her gun drifted vaguely in his direction. Not pointed at him yet, just at the stone ground near him.<br><br>&nbsp;"Why do you care? We're not sleeping here if that's what you mean and no, we will not tell you where we are sleeping," the huntress said, her voice cool to start with, grew colder as she stared at the forsaken <em>male</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 01:30:27</strong>
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				Silven looked at the rifle and rose an eyebrow slowly as he cast a shield around himself, then looked at her again.&nbsp; "You would really shoot a member of the cloth?"&nbsp; The shadow priest asked honeying his words as he peered at the huntress.&nbsp; He did not know her past, but he could tell by the look in her eyes, he wouldn't be well received.&nbsp; Not like that mattered to him much, his eyes leveled to hers, glowing yellow meeting the glowing blue.&nbsp; "I see I am not well received and that matters little to me.&nbsp; I was seeking to make small talk with someone else in the town.&nbsp; If you wish to see me as a threat so be it.&nbsp; It is only natural with our races at war."<br><br>The Forsaken stood his ground however and stood up taller than he had before matching the cruel gaze of her rifle.&nbsp; "So be that, but it is unwise to point a weapon at me within these walls.&nbsp; Just as a fair warning, the vindicators may be worthless rabble, but they are still the guardians of this city.&nbsp; Our combined trespasses against the lower city has most likely drawn their attention and us fighting would only ensure they would descend upon us like flies."&nbsp; Silven pointed up to where the Captain was watching them with his arms crossed and Silven couldn't help but chuckle.<br><br>"If ye' be so eager for a scrap missy, than I be more than happy to take you on outside these walls where the vindicators have no say in matters."&nbsp; Silven's foot ground into the rough stone as he glared at her.&nbsp; "Or we could start over and try this in a civilized manner."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 01:58:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;Kynrind's lips psulled back in what could charitiable be called a smile. "I'm not pointing it at you. This," the rifle rose to hwer shoulder as she aimed it at his head, thumbing the trigger back, "is aiming it at you."&nbsp; She lowered the rifle after a moment before the vindicator captain&nbsp; could do more than stir, pointing the muzzle at the ground, still in his direction though.<br><br>&nbsp;"Talk all you want then, I might listen or not. I don't care for the Forsaken though. Not after the shit you people pulled in Undercity. Too bad the explosion didn't get all of you." The Kal'dorei smiled again, baring her teeth. The nightsaber rumbles, stretching out it's paws and yawned, showing the long sharp teeth characteristic of the breed. "You might concider yourself civilvized, but you're not. Your 'civilized' actions cost the Alliance hundreds if not thousands of dead to that goddess cursed machine of yours. It's your fault," the muzzle jerked in his direction, "for the current state of war between us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 03:07:15</strong>
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				Emrick pulled away from the stall, his packs full with fresh supplies.&nbsp; The mage thanked the blood elf as he left, turning back the way he came.&nbsp; According to the stallkeeper, dwarf from the Explorer's League was actually on the other side of the Lower City, resting in the hospice clinic after being wounded in an Aldor-Scryer brawl.<br><br>It didn't take long to return to the clinic, which was eaaily identifiable due to the mob of refugees crowded around it's entrance.&nbsp; There was no way Talia was getting through that, but he didn't want to leave his supplies unattended.&nbsp; Maybe leave his mare, but enchant his satchels with a short-term shield spell?<br><br>While he was thinking, Emrick overheard a night elf talking in her native tongue.&nbsp; He may not know Darnassian, but there were enough similarities between it and Thalassian for him to understand a few words: Undercity, explosion, killed, war, and a word that either meant "sadly" or "full-moon".<br><br>Curiosity piqued, Emrick turned his to the source of the voice: a particularly hostile lookinh night elf huntress sitting atop her mount, but missing tje Forsaken who stood on the other side of her.&nbsp; "Please pardon my interruption Huntress, but I overheard you say something about an explosion in the Undercity?&nbsp; I've been away from the world for some time.&nbsp; Has something happened?"<br><br>The idea of a destroyed Undercity made Emrick grin, despite his normally peaceful nature.&nbsp; Even deader than norm umdead made him a happy man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 03:24:11</strong>
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				&nbsp;Kynrind only looked at the huamn, jerking her rifle barrel at the forsaken. "Talk to him."&nbsp; Soon after, her sister came out and they left.<br><br><br>&nbsp;(It's already taken to another thread.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drako</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 07:03:08</strong>
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				Antinonco trailed behind Silven and Otao in silence. The Forsaken priest explaining things well enough. A commotion in the Lower City, drew Anti's attention and he leaned carefully over the wall to see what was going on. He glanced at Silven as he excused himself from their company and wondered what had drawn the man's attention away. His attention turned to the night elves below as the mob of hungry refugees retreated and Anti hoped Silven wasn't going to do something to hurt them. Anti had no real quarrel with the night elves, even if they were members of the Alliance, because they respected nature much as his own people did, so he rarely went out of his way to harm any that hadn't hurt him first. When push came to shove, Antinonco would defend himself from any attack but humans were the only race he'd attack without much provocation, and only when not within bounds of a neutral city, such as Shattrath.<br><br>"Shall we continue on, Otao?" he asked as he turned his attention to his sister. "Or would you care to meet the residence of the Aldor Rise? The Scryers don't care for me because I help the Aldor out when I can."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 09:41:53</strong>
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				<em>"Talk to him."</em><br><br>Emrick blinked, at first not seeing the person she had gestured to.&nbsp; The back of the Forsaken was clearly visible, though, once the huntress had ridden off with another night elf.&nbsp; A shiver shot up his once the undead came into full view; Emrick's balled into white-knuckled fists as he gripped Talia's reins, suddenly furious that one of his allies would talk to such a mindless horror.&nbsp; Was she mad?<br><br>The crowd around him surged forward, and Emrick was forced to move towards the hospice.&nbsp; He lost sight of bpth the night elves and the Forsaken as the refugees crowded towards the clinic.&nbsp; The magrefocuses himself, putting the oddly infuriating incident out of his mind.<br><br>He had been studying the effects of raw nether on the ground and structures in the Netherstorm for nearly a month, and he had the fruits of his labor secured in the single satchel he carried himself: dirt samples, scrolls of observarions and analysis, and even a peculiar artifact that seemed to be a fusion of demon and naaru technology.&nbsp; The odd cylinder was built out of the same metal as a Fel Reaver, and had similar tool markings and runes etched into it, but it's ends glowed a pure, comforting, almost tangible light.&nbsp; Emrick had begun his return journey as soon as he found the cylinder in a vast pile of scraps that used to be a Fel Reaver, believing it could be a significant discovery.<br><br>Or maybe it was nothing.<br><br>The mage's hand unconsciouscly dipped into his satchel and touched the artifact as he entered the hospice.&nbsp; The now familiar warm glow traveled up his arm, soothing him in much the same way his priestess mother's Light-filled touch had when he was but a child.<br><br>Emrick reached the tired looking dispatcher in the hospice.&nbsp; The broad shouldered draenei eyed his mare dubiously as the mage began to speak.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, but I can't trust her outside by herself," he explained.&nbsp; The dispatcher nodded silently.&nbsp; "Could you point me towards the dwarf Rommus Treearm of the Explor--"<br><br>"Over by the triage," the draenei interrupted, gesturing to the right and already looking past Talia towards the next refugee.&nbsp; The mage quickly moved on.<br><br>He walked past rows of refugees waiting for food in the soup line, past stacks of supplies and medicine watched over by stoney vindicators, and finally made it to the triage.&nbsp; The moans of the sick and injured replaced hungry mutters.&nbsp; Emrick found Rommus sitting on a cot between two elves, looking thoroughly uncomfortable in a bandage that covered most of his chest and left arm.&nbsp; His expressioned improved significantly once he spotted Emrick though.<br><br>"Emrick, it's been well ov'r a month!&nbsp; How are ya, lad?"<br><br>The mage grinned sheepishly, not used to such a strong greeting.&nbsp; Nonetheless, he grabbed Rommus' outstretched hand in fierce grip.&nbsp; "Believe me, better than you."<br><br>The dwarf scowled at his immobilized left arm.&nbsp; "I always thought the Light was suppos'd tah heal ya, but it burned me like 'ot embers."<br><br>The two men - friends for nearly five years - continued to make small talk.&nbsp; Eventually, Rommus' laugh creased face turned serious, and he eyed the satchel strapped across Emrick's chest.&nbsp; "So, what've you got for me, lad?"<br><br>The mage shrugged, digging through his satchel with one hand.&nbsp; "The usual odds and ends: dirt samples, topography, plenty of scrolls, and-"&nbsp; Emrick's hand reached the bottom of his satchel, and his fingers brushed against the rough, deeply grooved metal of the artifact.&nbsp; As that familiar warm glow swept up his arm and throughout his body, he felt the sudden urge to hold onto the cylinder.<br><br>Rommus scratched under his bandage.&nbsp; "An' what?&nbsp; Speak up."<br><br>Emrick snapped back to reality, pulling a handful of scrolls out of his satchel.&nbsp; "-and even more scrolls," he finished, smiling.&nbsp; "Plenty of good reading material while you're bedbound.&nbsp; See?&nbsp; I <em>do</em> think of you."<br>&nbsp; <br>The dwarf grunted, gesturing with his free arm at his bedside.&nbsp; "Put 'em all there.&nbsp; Once Gelda gets back, they'll be on their merry way."<br><br>Emrick did so, emptying his satchel onto Rommus bed', except for the cylinder.&nbsp; <em>I'll pass it on to the League, but I want to examine it first.&nbsp; See if I can figure out it's engineering</em>, he thought to himself, slinging the nearly empty sack back over his shoulder.<br><br>Rommus was pawing through the materials immediately.&nbsp; Emrick watched.&nbsp; "Well?"<br><br>The dwarf grunted approvingly, holding up a purple rock.&nbsp; "Very nice, as usual.&nbsp; The Netherstorm might not be 'round for much longer, but this'll 'elp when the rest o' Outland begins to succumb."<br><br>Emrick nodded, realizing what Rommus meant.&nbsp; The Netherstorm was just the beginning: who knew how long it would be before the Nether began encroaching deeper into Outland?&nbsp; Like a stormy ocean steadily washing away a beach, the Twisting Nether would slowly erode Outland.&nbsp; It was a chilling thought.<br><br>"So, where are ye headin' next?"<br><br>Emrick grinned.&nbsp; "Azeroth, actually.&nbsp; It's been almost two years, and now that we have portals here in Shattrath, I figure a vacation is in order.&nbsp; Stormwind, Ironforge, Dalaran.&nbsp; Maybe even Northrend, if the rumors about a northern Alliance expedition pan out."<br><br>Rommus nodded.&nbsp; "Where ever you find yourself, lad, just keep safe."<br><br>Emrick touched the peculiar artifact, still hidden away in the satchel.&nbsp; "Always do."<br><br>((OOC: Tapped this out on my iPod, so I apologize for any typos.&nbsp; Editing on these things is an exercise in futility &gt;.&lt;)) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 06:08:00</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69003.msg3053576#msg3053576">Quote from: CmdrRenegade on 20-05-2010, 02:37:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Luitger slowly got to his feet.&nbsp; The turn of their conversation was a perfect opportunity.&nbsp; "If the two of you are willing to work with me, maybe we can do something about all these groups."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Sinora raised her brow at him. "Go on, sir?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 07:37:27</strong>
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				He stood up straight.&nbsp; He regarded his armor for a moment, realizing how much of a pain it was going to be to clean his armor.&nbsp; Then he regarded both of the high elves.&nbsp; Both of them seemed to be fairly respected by the Stormwind Guard.&nbsp; On top of this, they both were very attractive.&nbsp; He had far too many contracts surrounded by only men.&nbsp; It would be a nice change if he could convince them.&nbsp; "I'm looking for allies.&nbsp; I have returned just today from Outland.&nbsp; What one man can do there is limited.&nbsp; I came back to seek some allies to fight with.&nbsp; Would this interest you two?" <br><br>Thinking for a moment, he removed his helmet to reveal his face.&nbsp; <br>(http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac168/KrogdorRendinate/parn.jpg?t=1274592111)<br>"I'm sorry.&nbsp; I'm Luitger Dunstan.&nbsp; May I ask your names?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 16:52:11</strong>
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				&nbsp;She nodded her head to the rather handsome man underneath the helmet. "You are in luck, as I have returned to Stormwind this day on orders from Shattrath's Lord Reagent Kadaghar to bring in more forces to quell the the petty squabbles between the Scyer and Aldor. We could use valient men like yourself." she said before turning to the priestess. "My good sister would be willing to lend us a hand in this fight?" she asked her. Though calling her sister ment that they weren't blood related but that they were of thesame race.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 02:21:26</strong>
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				There was a Chopper riding into Stormwind, its rider adorned in proud, thick golden armour. A <em>Paladin</em>, a divine warrior who had brought victory through righteousness and valour. He was Alexander and when he heard there was trouble in Stormwind, he went. Stormwind was home, or rather, a farm right outside the city itself, but he had spent as much waking hours in there as he had on his fathers farm, playing with other children, running errands for mother. As the bike entered the city itself, Alexander watched for a familiar face, he knew many of the guards, some from his miscreanting as a boy, some from his studies as a Paladin. <br><br>Once inside the city the warrior of faith stepped from his vehicle, there was.....a foulness to the air. He couldn't deny that it put some extra weight on his heart, but it was just more crimes the Horde would pay for in the afterlife. "Guardsman." he called to the nearest of Stormwinds finest. "I am Justicar Alexander, Knight of the Silver Hand, if it is required, I would be honoured to aid the wounded in any way I can." it was a serious moment, as was suiting he removed his helm, his face was one that mirrored the pain of the Guardsman, for it was his home too that had been defiled in the attack. "Aye Paladin, there is many that could use it." <br><br>He replied with just a nod, his feet carried him around the city, seeking out those that would need his divine magics. Eventually, he found a pair of High Elves who appeared to be position to know, and by chance one they had already aided. "Priestesses, might I ask if there is any way I can offer my aid?" he asked, one palm resting casually at the hilt of his hammer, strapped to his waist, the other hand hanging at his side. <br><br>(Hope you don't mind me slotting in like this, not sure where else to go D8)&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 05:17:47</strong>
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				&nbsp;Miriallia turned from her conversation to the warrior who had just entered the area. From his dress she could tell he was a paladin the same as she. "Greetings brother." she said refering to him as a fellow commrade of hte Holy Light and a fellow Paladin. "We could use your help in these matters to come. The Horde have launched a raid on Stormwind itself. Thanks to the effort of the warrior you see before you." she said pointing to Luitger. "It was stopped in time." she said as she smiled at him. Her armor wasn't nearly as bulky or ormante as his was but it would get the job done right. It was also very ornate as was all elven armor. The glowing gems on her armor signaled it as that of plate and high elven craftsmenship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 07:08:28</strong>
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				Sinora thought of it for some time. She'd never been much of a fighter, not that she was weak, just no desire for fighting. People still needed her here. The healers were already understaffed, without her running away... Though if she could help the horde assaults stop, surely things would be easier on everyone. "Very well." She said with a nod. "I'll go with you." She said, looking over at Miriallia. Perhaps because they both followed the light, or perhaps, because their both of the same kin. Whatever the reason, she felt more open to Miriallia, then the other. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 10:00:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;Miriallia smiled back at the other elf. She liked her already, but then she herself had always tended towards females anyway what with her uniquie anatomy and all. "Good to have you with us sister." she said to her before turning to the human warrior Luitger. "What say yee good warrior do you pledge your sword to our cause?" she asked him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 15:54:21</strong>
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				"You have my sword, Priestess," he answered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 16:49:17</strong>
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				Alexander gave a nod of his head, before stepping towards the warrior his fellow Paladin told him he was to thank for the cities defense. "I am in your debt warrior, Stormwind is my home and I was not here for its protection, you have my thanks." he offered, with a humble nod of his head. He over heard their plans, if there was a battle to be fought that would end the raids against Stormwind, surely Alexander had to offer his assistance! "If you would have me amongst you, you have my hammer!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 17:34:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Your honor good and noble knight is what we need here. So yes your hammer is most welcome." she told the other paladin with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 17:21:12</strong>
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				Otoa watched Silven excuse himself and followed Anti in leaning over the wall enough to see what the commotion was about. Like Anti, she had no true issue with the night elves. Though considering the fact that most of her friendly interactions with them had been with the druids in the Moonglade, that might account for the open-mindedness. She turned back to Anti and shrugged. <br><br>"I have no objection either way. I find the city rather amazing. I like how open it is, almost like being back home on Thunder Bluff. Either way, you're the one giving the tour now it seems, so lead the way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drako</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 17:58:56</strong>
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				Antinonco shrugged and nudged his kodo towards structure in the middle of the Terrace of Light. "Might as well show you where the Shattrath leader is and such" he said as he led the way in. The middle of the room dominated by a large glowing being hovering over a dome covered map while a couple smaller beings hovered on the upper level. Four nooks held portals.<br><br>"The one in the center of the room is the leader here. The ones up top are shop keepers of sorts. Don't talk to them much so I don't recall. Portal to the battle island." He made a gesture to the lone portal in one of the nooks. "The others go to the capital cities. We aren't allowed to use the ones going to the Alliance Cities. Wouldn't want any accidents involving their leaders. They can't use our portals either."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 21:42:37</strong>
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				Otoa followed her brother into the central building. She stared up in awe at the giant crystaline being the dominated the center of the room. "Wow, he's huge." she said in amazement, which might be saying something as she was rather tall herself.<br><br>"I guess it's a good thing they don't allow the two factions to teleport into each others capital cities. Although I do find it kinda disappointing that there is so little trust between the races of Azeroth." Shelooked around curiously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 02:00:39</strong>
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				It was embarrassing really, the wave of nausea that swept through her as she stepped through the portal that would bring her from the Exodar into the heart of Shattrath.&nbsp; By the Naaru she hated traveling in such a manner despite its quickness and efficiency.&nbsp; She wavered only for a moment, long agile fingers reaching up to push strands of long sapphire hair back behind her sloping horns, luminous eyes blinking as she glanced up to the hovering presence of A’dal&nbsp; who floated in the middle of the large room, his soft almost musical thrum helping to clear away the last of her discomfort.&nbsp; <br><br>But even the Naaru’s calming presence wasn’t enough to keep Mihaela’s smile in place for more than a few seconds.&nbsp; Returning to Shatt was always a bittersweet for her.&nbsp; The city itself was beautiful, but there had been so much pain and bloodshed here and she’d lost more than a few friends before it was reclaimed.&nbsp; And now THEY were here.&nbsp; The sight of the two Tauren (<strong>Otoa and Anti</strong>) touring through the Terrace of Lights upon their monstrous Koto was almost enough to make Mia nauseous again.&nbsp; <br><br>It wasn’t their race that bothered her, in fact she might have actually LIKED the large creatures, their relatively peaceful shamanistic culture was one she could respect, but they had allied themselves with the Horde; they supported the blood thirsty Orcs and those disgusting Forsaken, not to mention the Blood Elves who mocked her devotion to the light by siphoning off the divine energy of one of the Naaru to feed their weak addiction.&nbsp; It was only a matter of time before the Tauren became as sick and as twisted as those they worked with. Sick and twisted, urgh undoubtedly, and they were all here in what had once been her city. The thought was enough to cause her to growl softly, her hand slipping down toward where her hammer rested, a comforting weight attached to her heavily jeweled belt.&nbsp; As though sensing that things might get out of hand one of the Peacekeepers broke away from where he’d been keeping watch against the wall, <em>“Light be with you sister, might I assist you in some way…?”</em><br><br>She shook her head with far more force than necessary, drawing herself up to her full almost seven foot height.&nbsp; <em>“No … I’m afraid that the portals do not agree with me.&nbsp; I’m fine, I know my way..” </em> and with that she strode out of one of the many exits without a backward glance not bothering to summon her mount for it was a quick walk and she could use the brief physical exertion her long limbs eating up the distance as she wove her way down to the Lower City.&nbsp; <br><br>Mihaela knew better than to cause trouble here, that was what had gotten her banished to babysitting duty back at Azure Watch, it was maddening to be in charge of laborers and children as the draenei worked to claim their own small niche of Azeroth.&nbsp; But she had served her months of penance and it had been worth it, if given the opportunity to go back in time she would still have smashed that Orc’s face in at the World’s Tavern.&nbsp; It wasn’t very righteous or holy, but he’d been out of line with his comments about her needing a real man to warm her bed and she felt totally justified in her actions.&nbsp; <br><br>It was easy to pick out the Wind Trader as he peddled his wares, his ethereal body shimmering faintly and Mia wasted no time in coming to the point of her visit.&nbsp; <em>“ Lathrai. You have them I trust? And do not feed me a line about them being rare and precious, I’ve waited months already for you to deliver and I know for a fact that you haven’t had trouble moving what I made for you…” </em> He seemed startled to see her, when her incessant hounding had halted months before he’d thought he was home free, she’d traded her skill at cutting gems for the promise of raw materials, a full bag of uncut pieces which she was planning on shaping into a star burst pattern around the edge of her shield and she was damned well determined to get them!<br><br>The Trader evaded skillfully, both managing to fawn over her and somehow insult her at the same time as he promised that he was diligently working on getting her her payment.&nbsp; Mihaela frowned heavily, this day was just getting better and better.&nbsp; <em>“My patience is not infinite, do not make me regret our deal..” </em>with that warning she cut their bargaining short, it was impossible to get the upper hand with one of the Wind Traders and she found that keeping their interactions brief was in her best interests, still she did not want him to think that she had forgotten his debt.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a short walk to the healing ward.&nbsp; The soft moans and cries of the wounded were familiar to her, she had done her own brief stint here after retaking the city and she was at ease in the surroundings.&nbsp; A bright sigil illuminating over her head bathing her tall lithe form in a soft silvery glow as she passed the cot of a fallen human warrior, a light brush of her fingers over his bandaged shoulder before she moved wordlessly on, but with each passing second his wounds shrunk and the pain in his chest lessened to a bearable level.&nbsp; It was a small thing taking no more than a brief thought, most of her people were capable of it, but her gift was especially strong. <br><br>Waving down one of the attending she passed off a thick sheaf of papers, <em>“Final totals for the death toll in the Exodar crash, all survivors have been found and treated, those in red are known to be dead and buried, the names in gray are still missing but presumed eternally lost.&nbsp; Their families should be notified if possible.”</em> she spoke in quick precise tones, so much loss and death.&nbsp; She did not know, nor particularly care who kept such records, but she had been asked to bring them and so she had.&nbsp; Looking over the rows of wounded her head tilted as she watched <strong>Emrik </strong>speaking with a rather grizzled looking dwarf.&nbsp; She told herself that it wasn’t easedropping, but mere chance that caused her to overhear the end of their conversation.<br><br><em>“There is enough work and killing to be done here human, why do your kind always seek to rush on ahead to the next project before the current one is complete? While you concern yourself with the frozen tundra your world will be over run with demons from this one…” </em>Her voice was soft, a lilting accent tinting the words as well as a healthy bit of censure.&nbsp; Would children never learn? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drako</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 04:59:19</strong>
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				Anit watched a Dranei that had just appeared in the room look wobbly for a moment and glare in their direction. He wasn't sure if it was because teleporting didn't agree with her or she had something against Otoa and him. He thought it might be the latter when she placed her hand on her weapon, but guessed at the former when she walked away after a word with one of the peace keepers.<br><br>"I heard there was a brief period when there was free access to all the portals. Some one tried taking our leaders and their's, no one's sure who made the first attempt, but it was figured they'd used the portals to get into the cities and the peace keepers keep us from using each other's portals. Though the portals don't agree with everyone so some don't care about it either way. I've seen more than one person appear and have their last meal appear on the floor."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 11:29:37</strong>
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				A ring of bystanders had formed around the trio, mostly beggars and refugees from all races.&nbsp; They formed a solid barrier in a wide oval, smack in the center of the Lower City's largest marketplace.&nbsp; In the middle of the crowd were three combatants: two sin'dorei and a single draenei.&nbsp; The two blood elves wielded shortswords, and were dressed in long, flowing robes emblazoned with the sigil of the Scryers.&nbsp; The draenei crouched on the far side of the ring, dressed in the thick cloth-padded leather commonly worn by adventurers.&nbsp; She wielded a a barbed mace and a wooden shield covered with the hide of a kodo beast; the mark of the Aldor was clear on its rounded surface.&nbsp; Waving her cruel looking weapon tauntingly, the outnumbered warrior looked quickly between her two assailants.&nbsp; She waited.<br><br>The taller of the Scryers struck first.&nbsp; He lunged forward, his shortsword making a light jab at her exposed legs, and his free hand launching a ball of fire.&nbsp; The draenei deflected his weapon with a drop of her shield, and sidestepped the fire.&nbsp; The projectile continued past her, splashing quite harmlessly on the steel plated chest of a vindicator.&nbsp; The massive man shoved the smaller draenei woman aside, stepping forward and bringing his enormous broadsword to bear.<br><br>"What madness ails you?" he yelled at the two blood elves.&nbsp; "Brawling in the streets, throwing fireballs without care?&nbsp; You seem to forget that the Scryers are only <em>visitors</em> in this city!"<br><br>The vindicator reached to the side with one gauntleted hand, pushing his fellow draenei's weapon down.&nbsp; "Disarm yourself.&nbsp; This conflict ends now."<br><br>The foremost blood elf scowled, straightening his stance and sheathing his weapon.&nbsp; "That petty adventurer insulted the Scryer order!&nbsp; Just because she bears the Aldor seal, she feels she's our equal!"<br><br>His partner nodded.&nbsp; "Visitors, maybe, but ruffians that are talked down to by vagabonds?&nbsp; Never."&nbsp; With that, the two sin'dorei turned and walked away, their robes twirling in their wake.&nbsp; The crowd parted in front of them like water before a prow.<br><br>High above the scene, another vindicator leaned on the ledge and watched the drama unfold below.&nbsp; Somewhat reluctantly, she peeled her eyes away and walked across the Terrace of Light to A'dal's sanctum.&nbsp; Her superiors had been very clear: any conflicts of that nature were to be reported immediately.<br><br>To say that tensions between the Aldor and Scryers were ramping up would be a significant understatement.&nbsp; To the leaders of Shattrath, the conflict had obviously already reached its boiling point, and it was only a matter of time before they would have to take drastic steps to return Outland's sanctuary to peace.&nbsp; Especially with the presence of an Illidari regiment in Terrokar.&nbsp; This was the one time that Shattrath needed to stand as a whole city and defend the only sane places left on Outland.<br><br>As the vindicator's report of further interfaction aggression reached Khadgar's ears, he sighed and turned to his advisors; draenei commanders and tacticians, dressed in gleaming metal, and A'dal itself, swinging and chiming in the air above the mage.&nbsp; It was time to take action.<br><br>*&nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp;*<br><br>Emrick turned his head, eyeing the new arrival: a draenei woman, standing a good foot taller than himself.&nbsp; She was dressed in plate armor held together with leather and cloth, designed for mobility and agility, and embedded with all manner of priceless gems.&nbsp; The complex, even ornate, cuts on the crystals seemed to radiate power; Emrick grinned as he recognized a fellow jewelcrafter.&nbsp; Given her armor and the weapons slung on her back, he guessed she was a mercenary - self employed and self sufficient.&nbsp; And prone to chip in her two cents when needed.<br><br><em>“There is enough work and killing to be done here human, why do your kind always seek to rush on ahead to the next project before the current one is complete? While you concern yourself with the frozen tundra your world will be over run with demons from this one…”</em><br><br>The mage's smile faded quickly, though, as the draenei's words sunk in.&nbsp; <em>Wha--&nbsp; Where did that come from?</em> he wondered to himself, his face showing slight surprise and bewilderment.&nbsp; He reflexively glanced at Rommus, but the dwarf was staring intently at their visitor.&nbsp; Emrick turned back to the draenei.<br><br>"Heh, I think you have me mistaken for something I'm not, draenei," he replied casually, one hand rubbing the back of his head.&nbsp; His other held his satchel against his chest.&nbsp; "I work for the Explorer's League, not an army.&nbsp; I'm no demon hunter, if that's what you thought."<br><br>Emrick paused, deep in thought.&nbsp; His eyes darted to her horns, then back to her face.&nbsp; When he spoke, it seemed partially to himself.&nbsp; "You're fairly old, compared to most of the draenei I've seen, <em>and </em>you know about Northrend.&nbsp; Most don't..."<br><br>The mage smiled knowingly as something clicked in his mind.&nbsp; Being the youth that he was, Emrick couldn't help but come off as a bit cocky when he deduced something most would miss.&nbsp; "Is that why you've come back to Outland, then?&nbsp; To hold the demons here?&nbsp; To keep them from the Exodar?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 05:02:58</strong>
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				Duran rode silently through the Terokkar forests and smiled brightly at the sight of the wonderous city before him; though by the sounds of the guards grunting, they weren't too happy he was there.&nbsp; "Don't make any trouble warlock or we will kill you."<br><br>"Do not worry about me friends, I will see to it that everything on me and in me is in check while I'm in your fair city."&nbsp; The vindicator's jaw dropped as he stared in disbelief of what had just been said to him; he gwacked for a moment longer when the other vindicator closed his mouth for him and Duran was gone.&nbsp; He moved carefully through the crowd looking around for people of importance anyone that he could speak to on a matter that had been taking place in Zangermarsh.&nbsp; Raids that had been taking place had caught his eye and he had been doing some investigating with his Eye of Kilrogg; a dangerous group of bandits and murders had been making caliberated strikes against villages there and Duran had, had enough.&nbsp; Sweeping the streets for adventurers and spotted a mage and a dranei talking.&nbsp; Both looked powerful enough to aid him, so he hailed them as they spoke bowing first.<br><br>"Greetings, I am Duran Deathblow.&nbsp; I am looking for travelers to aid me in a matter in Zangermarsh, if you can't occompany that is fine by all means.&nbsp; I simply wish that you would hear me out on this matter.&nbsp; If you would you would do me a great an honor and I would be in your debt."&nbsp; The warlock bowed once more humbling himself before the pair in a practiced way and waited for their answer with patience and reserve.&nbsp; "If I have overstepped my bounds with you two I'm sorry." He said quickly in the silence of the moment.&nbsp; He knew the races were at war, but he hoped they would see that this matter needed to be addressed and it was effecting both sides this time.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drako</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 08:31:36</strong>
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				Kittar sighed as he finally spotted the sparkling mass that was Shattrath. He'd been flying for days and he was ready for a cold drink and some warm food. He knew he shouldn't have bought a map from that weird wind and cloth guy while he was in Thrallmar but was a few silver (he'd talked the creature down from a full gold piece) for a sure route to the Draenei city. Three days out he was in a swamp full of the tallest mushrooms he'd ever seen. He'd still be in that swamp if he hadn't come across a wounded drake.<br><br>He patted the drake's neck to signal it to land outside the city, something the large creature was all to willing to do. The vindicators at the gate looked a bit nervous as the black drake landed. "Are there food and drink inside?" Kittar asked when the guards continued to stare at him and the drake. "Say, wha' ju t'ink? Should we jus' go in or sit 'ere all night?"<br><br>"We can't leave our post, troll" responded the younger of the two guards, pulling himself up into some stance of importance.<br><br>"I no' be talking to ya, ac'ually" Kittar said with grin full of evil glee at doing something the guards would expect. "I be talking to Say, my drake friend 'ere." He thumped the drake's neck for emphasis.<br><br>"You go in and eat" the drake said, turning it's head to look at it's rider. "I'll hunt out here. Whistle for me when you're ready to go."<br><br>"As ya wish, Say" Kittar said as he grabbed his bags and slid from the drake's back. The guards looked dumbfounded at the troll's ability to completely ignore them, as though he'd forgotten they were even there.<br><br>As the drake took of into the sky, it was easy to spot the crest of the Darkspear Trolls painted on the underside of the drakes wings, as if to say the drake belonged to friendly forces if the drake flew over the city.<br><br>"Nice work, gen's" Kitter said with a bow. "No bad 'uns gettin' pass ya, huh?" His grin persisted as he walked into the Lower City of Shattrath, intent on finding the World's End Tavern so he could get some food, drink and maybe a bed to sleep in, though he'd be just fine with a place to hang his hammock, too.<br><br>He couldn't help gawking at the sights around him as he walked through the city and he mostly forgot to look where he was going.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 08:49:03</strong>
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				Tzain smiled, as he stood in the middle of Telredor, the bodies of the guards around him, a few small fights still going on around the town as his raiders dispatched the last of the guards. He gestured to the Blood Elf Warlock, and she and her succubus brought the best of the prisoners forward, throwing them to the ground in front of him, forcing them to kneel. Tzain walked up to one, removing his helmet, allowing the prisoners to see his soulless black eyes, and the rivulets of blood seeping from the corner of each.<br>"Well well well...thought you could fight like a warrior did you? For that, I will keep you alive longer than the others, because you interest me." Tzain said, grabbing the dranei inkeeper by her hair and lifting her face to his.<br>Saliva impacted his face, as she spat at him.<br>"Well, it seems this one has spirit. I will enjoy tormenting her well." Tzain chuckled, looking over at the warrior who had been wounded by the inkeepers serving knife.<br><br>"Tzain, we have incoming alliance soldiers. Seems the guards who were out on patrol have regrouped and are going to try something foolish" Tzain's hunter said, freshly returned from scouting the area on a wyvern.<br><br>"Interesting. It is likely that they have also sent for help from their pitiful alliance. Get to work, repel the patrols, and set traps for anyone who tries to come and be a hero. Kill a third of the prisoners, and string up the bodies in the surrounding areas. Have some of them dropped in nearby towns via wyvern." Tzain said, giving out orders to his raiders. They would have to work fast, as they were unsuited to prolonged combat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 08:52:58</strong>
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				Otoa nodded, her gaze too passing over the apparently nauseated Draenei. "It does make sense, though I still wish that there wasn't the senseless violence between the Horde and the Alliance. Especially in the face of the threat Illidean poses, not to mention this new threat of a Lich King in Northrend."<br><br>She shrugged and turned her Kodo towards one of the exits. "I'm feeling rather hungry and thirsty, shall we head back to that tavern Silven pointed out earlier?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 22:15:19</strong>
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				<strong>Emrik</strong>'s response did not sooth her, in fact Mia's frown only grew more severe.&nbsp; <em>"I've come back here because this was my HOME and I refuse to leave it to the filthy Legion or that bastard Illidan, he continues to defile what was once the holiest of places. I suppose you might consider me old, but the Prophet Valen has been alive for more than twenty five thousand years human, you cannot hope to comprehend his wisdom.&nbsp; Instead you will bounce from place to place, project to project for your short life and .."</em>&nbsp; she was just getting into the full swing of her rant when <strong>Duran </strong>appeared before them and she cut herself off to listen to his introduction a bit incredulous that an orc had the audacity to approach them.&nbsp; One delicate brow arched as he made his appeal for aid a new wary tension held in her lithe frame which had been missing before when she was merely chatting with Emrik.&nbsp; <br><br>She wanted nothing more than to spit on the creature and give him an anatomically impossible suggestion as to what he could go and do, but Zangermarsh had been a haven for her people during their war and there were still draenei outposts in the region; that fact alone caused her to remain civil, well relatively.&nbsp; <em>"Do you great honor Orc?"</em> she could not help the disdainful snort that came after that statement.&nbsp; <em>"Never.&nbsp; Your kind already owes too great a blood debt to so many.&nbsp; What happens in the Marsh that would cause you to seek out allies with good reason to revile you?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 00:02:24</strong>
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				Emrick's eyebrows slowly crept upward as the long-winded draenei stepped back up to the soapbox.&nbsp; What was irritating her anyways?&nbsp; The fact that the mage was a natural explorer?&nbsp; The fact that he wasn't fighting her battle?&nbsp; A genuine concern for the well-being of Azeroth and his seeming neglect of his homeworld?<br><br>Fortunately - he thought that specifically - her rant was cut off by an... orc warlock.&nbsp; Maybe not so fortunate.<br><br><em>"Greetings, I am Duran Deathblow.&nbsp; I am looking for travelers to aid me in a matter in Zangermarsh, if you can't accompany that is fine by all means.&nbsp; I simply wish that you would hear me out on this matter.&nbsp; If you would you would do me a great an honor and I would be in your debt.&nbsp; If I have overstepped my bounds with you two I'm sorry."</em><br><br>Emrick couldn't help but narrow his eyes into a hostile expression.&nbsp; Orcs, he believed, were a noble race.&nbsp; He had learned a lot about their history and culture while in Outland: about their shamanism, their reverence for nature, and their code of honor and sacrifice.&nbsp; In fact, they sounded a great deal like the night elves, not the bloodthirsty maniacs that his parent's generation spoke of with fear in their eyes.<br><br>He had also learned about their fall and corruption through fel magic, and the ways of the warlock.&nbsp; It was not the orcs who were to blame for the first two wars on Azeroth and the sundering of Draenor; it was the warlocks and their damned Shadow Council.&nbsp; The orcs were more than willing to be free of their shadowy taint, but there were still some who willingly turned back to the dark arts, one of whom stood before the mage at that moment.&nbsp; He could feel the corruption radiating off him like heat from an oven.<br><br><em>"Do you great honor Orc?&nbsp; Never.&nbsp; Your kind already owes too great a blood debt to so many.&nbsp; What happens in the Marsh that would cause you to seek out allies with good reason to revile you?"</em><br><br>Emrick believed the draenei might be taking her prejudice against the orc a little too far.&nbsp; Then again, she must have been around during their initial bloodlust.&nbsp; <em>She probably has even greater reason to hate him than I do</em>, Emrick realized.&nbsp; However, she seemed to cave in a little out of curiosity, which then made him curious as well.&nbsp; Why <em>had </em>the orc approached a human and a draenei for help instead of his Horde?&nbsp; Because he was a warlock?<br><br>The mage chose to remain silent, leaning against Talia's side as he watched the orc carefully.&nbsp; He had never been one to judge people - even warlocks - by first impressions.&nbsp; Maybe it was because he was born after the wars, but whatever the reason, Emrick chose to learn more about this warlock before he decided whether to dismiss him or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 01:13:37</strong>
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				"I am exiled from my people; I was not always a warlock or in fact of any worth to the people of the Horde.&nbsp; I was but a lowly peon, but a smart one if you'll allow me to stroke my ego for a moment.&nbsp; When the sun grew too hot, I would work in the shade of the trees I was meant to cut down and drink from the cool waters near them.&nbsp; If it should have become too much I would rest behind the rocks where none could find me until my strength returned.&nbsp; A younger warlock found me one day and began to strike me heavily, I was afraid for my life and went to strike at him.&nbsp; I had forgotten the axe was still in my hands, I slaughtered one of my own people and fearing for my life I ran.&nbsp; Taking with me what I could find of the young warlock.&nbsp; I studied his art as a means of service to the young man and continue on his legacy despite the fact he is long dead and I am very much alive and have been punished for my crime."&nbsp; Duran's eyes down turned at the Draenai's response and he could only look up for a moment to speak to her.<br><br>"I do not ask you to help my people or any of the horde, I merely ask assistance in stopping raiders who are decimating the villages in Zangermarsh for sport.&nbsp; I have seen them with my own eyes, they are from many different races but their leader is a Forsaken and a powerful one in the ways of the sword.&nbsp; I can not hope to defeat all of them on my own, I have come seeking aid here and a way to redeem myself of my sin.&nbsp; I am far beyond the call of my brethren so I come to you instead.&nbsp; Will you aid me?"&nbsp; Duran knew his kind had enough prejudice against them without the fact of being a warlock.&nbsp; Those under the wing of that dark art often found themselves eschewed from all but their own kind and even then it was rare to find anyone who would associate with them.&nbsp; At best they were tolerated, but now it seemed as if he had no hope of finding anyone to aid him simply because of what he was.<br><br>"I know my kinds' blood debt is high and that the blood debt of those of my cloth is even higher.&nbsp; I want to repay what I can when I can.&nbsp; I believe this task will at least give me some peace at mind and a way to repay even the tiniest fraction of my debt.&nbsp; If you would aid me with this, I will do what it is you wish me to do for you; so long as it does not involve taking my own life."&nbsp; Duran pleaded clasping his hands together in front of the pair and bowing his head slowly.&nbsp; <br><br>"For the sake of the people in Zangermarsh...please look past what I am."&nbsp; The orc lifted his head slowly to try and find some gauge on their reaction.&nbsp; He was sure the draenai was still scowling at him and the mage would be looking at him with curiosity.&nbsp; He didn't care, he just wanted the help, it was all that was needed at the moment anything else was just a distraction.&nbsp; His eyes did not wander to the new people entering or the others around the place, he simply kept his face downturned and waited.&nbsp; It was their choice to take the chance to end his life, walk away or decide to aid him.&nbsp; The first and latter suitedhim just fine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 03:55:39</strong>
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				It was hard for her to grasp the concept of becoming a warlock in order to pay homage to someone you killed years ago.&nbsp; How was weaving dark powers and enslaving demons to do your bidding any kind of fitting tribute? His tale did not impress her nor endear him to her in any way.&nbsp; He was quite literally a combination of two of the things in existence she hated most. Warlocks were abominations, warping the world and an antithesis to the path of light that she walked.&nbsp; Orcs were deceptive weak willed creatures and nothing this one could say or do would convince her otherwise; she had given the orcs of this world a chance, had learned their language had been part of a long standing trade delegation between the races... had watched as they had betrayed the Draenei and quite literally rended her mate to pieces in front of her.&nbsp; A deeply held rage swept through her at the mere thought of that day, fresh in her long memory, a dusky blue flush tinting her lavender skin.&nbsp; <br><br>Still this was not the time or the place to renew old racial hatreds and she took a series of quick calming breaths, one hand raking her hair back away from her oval face with a small sigh. <em> "Not for you... but for the people of Zangermarsh I will go.&nbsp; I have heard of the atrocities of which the Forsaken are capable; I will not abandon them to that."</em> Luminous eyes shifted from where they had been narrowed upon Duran to rest on Emrik once more. <em> "How about you human? You've said that you're no demon hunter, but surely even an agent of the Explorer's League might enjoy clearing out some of the Forsaken filth and assorted Horde rabble who seek to terrorize this world.&nbsp; It would be a good thing... I offer you my protection in the battle; my people produced great mages, but they are not precisely durable, should you agree to this I will be your shield.." </em>It was not an offer she routinely made, but it was clear that time was of the essence in this and every moment they stood deliberating the people of the Marsh suffered further. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 04:40:13</strong>
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				The orc's tale enraptured Emrick.&nbsp; Like magic and exploration, the mage was especially susceptible to good storytelling.&nbsp; The way the orc spoke his tale, spilling his life story and his dark secret to two complete strangers romanced him in a way.&nbsp; &nbsp; Emrick understood why the orc had become a warlock now: it wasn't a means to power or corruption, it was a life sentence served for the killing of a fellow orc.&nbsp; He lacked the arrogance and pride of one who consorted with demons, his humble appeal for assistance striking a chord in Emrick's mind.&nbsp; The mention of the Forsaken raid enraptured him further, the undead having having been a morbid fascination of his since the sacking of Dalaran.&nbsp; He could find no compassion for the empty corpses - whether Scourge or Forsaken - that walked and slaughtered all in their path, but he took an odd delight in killing that which is already dead.&nbsp; For the Forsaken, he could certainly take time out to do battle.<br><br>Emrick wanted to think about his reply, and so the draenei woman was able to speak first.&nbsp; He was surprised to hear her pledge her support to this orc, despite her obvious racism and disdain for fel magic.&nbsp; Perhaps there was more to the draenei than he had originally guessed.&nbsp; And now she was speaking to him.<br><br>The mage loosely turned his gaze from Duran and locked eyes with the draenei.&nbsp; Most found it uncomfortable, staring into the solid white discs that are their eyes, never knowing just where they are focusing on, but Emrick never had a problem with it.&nbsp; People can look at what they want.<br><br><em>"How about you human? You've said that you're no demon hunter, but surely even an agent of the Explorer's League might enjoy clearing out some of the Forsaken filth and assorted Horde rabble who seek to terrorize this world.&nbsp; It would be a good thing... I offer you my protection in the battle; my people produced great mages, but they are not precisely durable, should you agree to this I will be your shield."</em><br><br>The dwarf, Rommus, having been silent throughout the encounter, finally spoke up.&nbsp; "A little fightin' never hurt anyone, lad," he said to Emrick, chuckling.&nbsp; "And like ye said, a vacation's been a long time comin' fer you."<br><br>The mage nodded to his companion, weighing his words against Duran's story and the draenei's offer.&nbsp; He had always tried to avoid combat, but had been forced on numerous occasions to defend himself.&nbsp; He found he had knack for combining swordplay with sorcery, and Rommus <em>was </em>right...&nbsp; Duran and the draenei looked experienced enough.&nbsp; He could count himself safe in their presence.<br><br>And, more importantly, undead were killing innocents.&nbsp; The idea of that atrocity made his stomach churn.<br><br>Emrick turned to face the draenei woman and Duran.&nbsp; "Alright.&nbsp; If you think I can help, I'll come."&nbsp; His shortsword and shotgun were attached to Talia's harness, and he patted them for emphasis.<br><br>The mage looked at the draenei, his pride swelling in his throat.&nbsp; "Any protection is welcome, but I'm not as fragile as you might think.&nbsp; Explorer's liasion, sure, but don't think I can't defend myself."<br><br>Emrick winced inwardly, his reply coming out a little too snubbed for his liking; he wasn't one to be prideful or arrogant.&nbsp; Maybe his lack of sleep was taking a greater toll on his mentality than he initially thought.&nbsp; He wanted to say that having a seasoned draenei warrior in armor plating between him and any danger would be <em>very nice</em>, but what's done is done.<br><br>The young mage smiled uncomfortably, unsure of how to proceed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drako</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 04:50:02</strong>
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				Anti led the way down to the Lower City and the World's End Tavern. True, they could have gone to the Aldor Rise but Anti felt that the best food and drink in Shattrath City was found in that tavern. He dismounted and tied to his kodo to one of the many hitching posts outside the tavern which had loud music and louder conversation coming from inside. "Keep an eye on your coins, Otoa. Many a sneak thief finds this place ripe pickings for their jobs with as crowded as it can get in there, especially at night.<br><br><br>Kittar made it to the World's End and was certain most people around him were glad he hadn't run into more than two of the children, who got a gold coin each, running around. He noticed a bunch of mounts belonging to both factions and wandered among the beasts, looking them over. He was inspecting a rather beautiful, at least in his mind, stormsaber when he was forced against the nearby wall.<br><br>"Think you can mess with my cat?" growled a thickly accented voice as Kittar looked up to see&nbsp; a green skinned, male night elf wearing warrior plate armor.<br><br>"Jus' lookin' mon" Kittar said in a low voice. "Not mess wit kitty. I be a healer, mon."<br><br>The night elf glared as he shoved Kittar into the wall next to the door to the tavern again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 02:04:42</strong>
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				Duran's upturned at the Paladin's words and he nodded humbly.&nbsp; "That is all I would ask from you Matron of the Light and your assistance in this matter brings me great happiness young mage.&nbsp; If I might know your names?&nbsp; I would rather not continue to refer to your by your professions and somehow offend you."&nbsp; Duran said holding up his hands and channeling his twisted magic to his hands to summon a Fel Steed and grimiced a little as he turned back to the Paladin.&nbsp; "I do hope you will excuse my use of demons.&nbsp; I know the path I've chosen must seem unforgivable to you, but I hope one day to bring this twisted profession back to the light and redeem it.&nbsp; Not by glorifying the dark magic, no but by using that which the demons use against them.&nbsp; After all, what can shake a factions faith in itself more than a traitor?"<br><br>Duran give a small grin at that and began to lead the pair out of the city and toward Zangermarsh.&nbsp; The trip wouldn't be that long, but it did call for them to spend sometime in the saddle.&nbsp; He didn't wish to be a thorn in the paladin's side for long and for the first time in years, he actually felt fearful of his companion.&nbsp; Would he offend her and someway and she would strike her down in revenge or would they somehow find a way to patch through the rough spot that had been created by their differences.&nbsp; He honestly didn't know and couldn't believe that they chose to help him.&nbsp; He had asked so many adventures and all turned him down either due to his race or profession.&nbsp; Others went ahead without him and he knew that they were slaughtered by the raid group.<br><br>"Since you decided to travel with me, here's whats basically happening: The Hatespawn Raiders have been raiding the towns within Zangermarsh.&nbsp; Only Alliance towns, but it is causing problems around the whole area.&nbsp; His group consisting mainly of warriors and rouges has been disrupting the natural flow of events, this in turn causes Alliance adventures to make their own raids against Horde towns.&nbsp; If it continues there will be no one left in Zangermarsh alive.&nbsp; Right now, we need to stop these Raiders and their leader from continuing the raids.&nbsp; Otherwise, the towns will be easy pickings for the Naga or anyone else who might have interest in them."<br><br>Duran's tone turned dark at that as his eyes darkened with rage at the thought.&nbsp; Despite his regal speech and tone he was prone to slipping into minor fits of blood rages.&nbsp; Especially when the Burning Legion, Scourge or Illadiari were mentioned.&nbsp; His eyes slowly turned back to normal as he rode along. Beckoning the other two to follow him quickly.<br><br>"Do you two have any thoughts on our mission and how to go about it?&nbsp; I know they primarily strike from the air which could be a problem.&nbsp; I was thinking personally we could draw them to a more open area and fight them there that way we'd avoid colleteral damage to any of the buildings."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 03:41:12</strong>
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				<strong>With Rommus in the Lower City hospice</strong><br><br>As the orc and draenei made for the exit, Emrick lingered by his friend a bit longer.<br><br>"You'll be alright here, Rommus?"<br><br>The dwarf scratched underneath the bandage, his free hand resting atop the pile of scrolls and samples.&nbsp; "I'll be fine.&nbsp; And your findings too, don't ye worry about us."<br><br>Emrick nodded, but Rommus grabbed his wrist before he could leave, his expression dark.&nbsp; "Forget what I said earlier, lad.&nbsp; That orc makes me nervous.&nbsp; Watch yer back out there.&nbsp; If that warlock makes a move against ye, forget the paladin and get out of there.&nbsp; She can handle 'erself."<br><br>The human nodded slowly, mulling over his friend's advice.&nbsp; "I'll...&nbsp; Sure thing, Rommus.&nbsp; Keep safe."<br><br>With that, Emrick grabbed Talia's reins and made for the hospice's exit.&nbsp; It seemed even more crowded than before, and he had some difficulty navigating the masses of people, what with his mare.&nbsp; The mage finally made it outside though, just in time to see Duran finish summoning a felsteed.&nbsp; To say the surrounding crowds reacted negatively would be an understatement.&nbsp; There were plenty of gasps, a shriek or two, and the mass of refugees and merchants immediately pushed away, forming a large open area around the orc.&nbsp; A lone vindicator struggled to return the crowd to normality, casting a stony glance at the warlock.&nbsp; Controlled demons, while not illegal, were feared and hated in Shattrath, and with good reason.<br><br>Emrick mounted Talia and followed the orc and the paladin... at a distance.&nbsp; Rommus' warning was still fresh in his mind, and the mage was cautious about being seen accompanying Duran in the city.&nbsp; Once outside the walls of Shattrath though, Emrick dug in his heels and urged Talia to catch up, reaching the pair just as the orc began delving into the details of the raids.&nbsp; The mage listened intently, now alert for any suspicious comments.&nbsp; Despite what Rommus said, he didn't notice anything malicious.&nbsp; If not for the orc's naturally gruff voice, it could have been just like listening to his father, describing the battles of the Second War to him.&nbsp; <em>He seems genuine enough,</em> Emrick thought to himself.&nbsp; <em>Maybe I could just rest and let my guard down f--</em><br><br><em>No!</em>&nbsp; Emrick felt ashamed that he had even considered the idea.&nbsp; Rommus was right: there was something wrong with this orc.&nbsp; And it wasn't just his use of fel magic.&nbsp; He'd have to keep his guard up around Duran, which also meant not acting suspiciously himself.&nbsp; If that meant talking with the orc and acting like everything was normal - if that meant swallowing his pride as well - so be it.<br><br>"I'll leave the strategy to you," the mage said, his youthful voice filled with genuine sounding respect.&nbsp; "Though, for what it's worth, I think we should fight them somewhere where they can't use their flying mounts."<br><br>He looked sidelong at the draenei, suddenly realizing he didn't know her name, or vice versa.&nbsp; "My name is Emrick Stone, of Dalaran, by the way.&nbsp; I don't believe I heard yours, though," he said, the second part of his statement directed at the paladin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 04:34:58</strong>
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				Otoa nodded as she slid down from her kodo and tied it next to Anti's on the hitching post. She tied her coin pouch tighter before following her brother into the tavern. As she reached the door, a troll caught her eye as she realized that he was dangerously close to an Alliance stormsaber. She laughed and shook her head.<br><br>"Some people are really weird, Anti. Did you see that troll looking at the Alliance stormsaber?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 12:34:33</strong>
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				Her brow lofted again at the human's insistence that he could take care of himself.&nbsp; <em>"Very well..." </em>she would not press the matter, if he preferred to stand alone in battle so be it she would not argue; it would certainly make her life easier.&nbsp; She did not think it possible for there to be two worse companions picked for her.&nbsp; A human mage with illusions that he could stand against a raiding party of Forsaken and the like alone with no apparent sense of loyalty to the goals and missions of the Alliance which the Draenei had so recently joined. And a bloody orc of all things.&nbsp; She shook her head lightly watching as he summoned his felsteed.&nbsp; A radiant light surrounded her as she summoned her own mount, the large war horse heavily barded and shimmering faintly a bright counter point to the beast which the orc rode. They garnered more than a few odd looks as they made there way up into the Forest, the guards at the City's gates even double taking.<br><br>It seemed she would ignore Emrik's introduction and she certainly had no intention of gifting the Orc with her name, but if they were to fight and bleed together.&nbsp; With a small sigh she nodded to them both. <em>"Mihaela..."</em> that was it, no explanation, no title, no surname;&nbsp; she did not need one her people were so few in number that a first name sufficed.<br><br>She rode without further comment listening as Duran explained about the raiders her expression unchanging.&nbsp; It was a dismal set up for trio.&nbsp; The three of them against an entire band who had apparently managed to over run the Marsh patrols? Dismal, yes, but not impossible.&nbsp; She knew the Marsh well enough, there were places which would help negate their aerial tactics, the warlock and the mage had ranged capabilities which was promising, but any plan which hinged upon them performing well did not sit well with her.<em>&nbsp; "Buildings can be rebuilt and reclaimed ..."</em> she should know her kind had done so often enough in the past.&nbsp; <em>"They will not care for much beyond their lives... You say they are primarily rouges and warriors? They will have to close to fight, their mounts will not serve them well, if they chose to fight at all.&nbsp; Cowards and deceivers, you should know the type well..."</em> she could not help the dig.&nbsp; <em>"Where would they retreat to with their.. spoils?"<br></em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 11:44:58</strong>
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				Her latest visit to the Sporeggar had been fruitfull again. In return of her murdering some naga's the little creatures would give her the herbs she wanted. They weren't special herbs but when you are as busy as little Caramadge, you will take all the help you can get. Normally she would have teleported herself to Ironforge to where her lab was but with the recent opening of the Dark Portal, business in Ironforge just wasn't what it used to be. So in stead of getting her heartstone out, she summoned her dragon and dismissed Jaggar, her imp companion.<br><br>Shattrath was busy as usual and after she carefully landed her dragon she made her way to the lab to mix some new potions she would sell at the market. The alchemy lab was run by what they called, arrakoa or birdmen. Whatever they were, Caramadge didn't trust them and she held her trusted staff Carbonkle ready to strike. When she finally found a free lab, she sighed and looked around. Why could nobody ever consider the lack of height of gnomes! How could she possibly reach this lab like this!? On the edge of the platform was a small chair and after she had dragged it to the lab, she climbed on it and started to work on her potions. Healing potions, mana potions, elixers and flasks. Some for fighting, others were simple cures for petty things like nausea or an upset stomach. Her speciality though was transmuting. She could turn almost every metal into something else, and she same went for elementals. A service like that didn't came cheap and if anybody wanted to place an order they had to make a downpayment on the spot. <br><br>With a bag full of new potions she left the lab and summoned her sabre to take her to the market. As she was late already, the best places were taken and she was left with a small stand somewhere at the back of the market. After finding a box to actually reach the table she quickly spread out her wares and added the sign she had her sister made. It was a masterpiece of gnomish engineering as her sister called it. It was a wooden board with engraved letters made from hollow glass with a fluid running through it, giving the letters a yellow shine. Her sister called it 'neon' whatever that was. Caramadge always found that on busy places like this, a flashy sign would do wonders to the merchandise. <br><br><em>Caramadge Voidwhisper: Your cure for everything. Potions and transmuting on demand.</em><br><br>She giggled at the sign as she turned it on using a small pair of batteries her sister had made her as well and then sat down reading a book waiting for the first customars to come by and earn herself some money. <br><br>The gnome didn't care for war unless it filled her pockets and with the rising tension between the Horde and the Alliance combined with the thread of the Burning Crusade, business was booming more than ever by petty warriors and mighty wizards all in need of her services. Life was good indeed when gold was plenty and troubles were few. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drako</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 18:14:59</strong>
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				"Trolls can be funny like that" Anti said. He took a seat at an empty table and ordered food and drink when a bar maid came by. "I'm surprised no one's planning any raids" he mused idly as he looked around the tavern.<br><br><br>Kittar looked at the nightelf, who was a couple inches shorter than his hunched frame, and wondered if the elf was going to push the issue of him looking the cat over. The cat was in serious need of care, but Kittar doubted the elf would want to hear that from him.<br><br>"You aren't worth the effort" the elf said throwing Kittar away from him as a couple of tauren walked into the bar and mounted his stormsaber, riding off towards the market area.<br><br>Kittar climbed to his feet and dusted himself off. A flashing light in the market place drew his attention and he decided to forgo food at the moment to check out the cause of the light.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 11:38:33</strong>
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				Caramadge had just been given a simple piece of paper which was supposed to be the Shattrath Herald and she immediately found the 'Help Wanted'. Sometimes there were really nice things to be done for good rewards and the little gnome was always interested in a good bargain if she could combine it with her search for rare herbs or metals. None of them really appealed to her but she stopped at the Blue Dragonflight. Dragons always had good rewards and she made a mental note to visit the dragon in the central hall of Shattrath when she was finished here.<br><br>Carefully she folded the paper, which was bigger than she was, and noticed a troll standing at her stall. Annoyed at his low level look (it usually meant they didn't have the gold she wanted) she put the paper away and climbed on the table to make conversation a little easier.<br><br>"Good day my tusked abomination friend! How can I help you today? Looking for a special potion to make your bonny lass love you? Or maybe some extra speed will do the trick? Name your wishes and Caramadge can make it for you." <br><br>She eyes the troll.<br><br>"Supposed that you can afford it. Now hurry up. Out with it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drako</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 17:54:21</strong>
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				Kittar scowled at the little creature before him. She was obviously the owner of the stall and was condemning as any other member of the Alliance. He looked thoughtful for a few moments, trying to figure out which projects he had that might require anything the rat in front of him had. There were few things he could buy from an alchemist that he could get cheaper else where and he really didn't like gnomes.<br><br>"Ju got ghost dye or some good mana potions?" Kittar finally growled. He really didn't like gnomes. The first was for some of his tailoring patterns and it would save him from having to track down a supplier for more of that dye. The second was because he was low on mana potions and one never knew when some upstart like the gnome before him would think it good sport to attack him when not in a place such as Shattrath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 18:34:39</strong>
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				Mana potions. She didn't travel tot he end of the world for herbs to sell mana potions but all customars were equal.<br><br>"I got some fine potions over here," she said as she walked over the table to the other end where a whole bunch of blue potions were displayed. <br>"As for the ghost dye, that is rather special in this parts of the land. Yes I have it but it will cost you."<br><br>Carefully she eyed the troll again and then climbed off the table and scruffied something in a bag and took out a small pouch. She placed it on the table and climbed on it herself again. This time she walked up to the troll very close and looked around a little suspicious and then carefully opened the pouch.<br><br>"Come closer. This is the finest ghost dye in all of Outland and for you my blue abo.. friend, it's a special price."<br><br>She looked around again and then pulled the troll's ear closer.<br><br>"Twenty gold for 500 grams of the dye. The potions are free."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drako</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 19:34:10</strong>
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				Kittar gave her an appraising look. "How me know ya not be tryin' to cheat me on da dye?" he asked. "'sides me get same amount half da price in da auction house." He had the gold, you didn't get to be the best shadowweave tailor in Azeroth and the Outlands without make a good amount of money from it, but he didn't want to line the gnomes pockets with more of his gold than necessary.<br><br>"Or me could offer a trade. Da dye for somet'ing me make for ya. Ya make potions so ya need bag ta hold dem. Me can make ya big bag for herbs so ya can carry lots of dem. Ya magey or locky? Me make ya soul bag t'ingy if you locky. A nice big 'un. Or up ta t'ree pieces of armor. 'pending on da pieces ya want." He grinned stupidly as if he thought he was making a good deal. He knew he was but he wanted to see if the small thing before him had any idea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: World of Warcraft RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 16:27:57</strong>
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				Otoa nodded and followed Anti to the table. She took her seat as well before placing an order for the house special. "What kind of raiding do they have out here? I would think it would be a bit..." she waved her hand around absently trying to come up with the right word. "Lacking, I suppose. We're on an alien world, so to speak, I would think people would go back home and raid. If they really wanted something sporting."
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