Warcraft Raid (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 02:57:09</strong>
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				Zael'Fara (http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs50/f/2009/313/f/1/Wyxt_on_the_BWL_Throne__DrC__by_Purrversion.jpg) pushed on the large metal door, opening it fully, letting more sun light through, and stepped on the giant ramp heading down towards the Burning Steepes. Turning to her companions walking next to her, she grinned. "Ya know, sometimes I wish these Iron dudes were putting up more of a fight! This was too easy!!" The young troll female smiled and kept walking, bringing her hands in the air and stretching.<br><br>The group had just come back from an adventure deep in the Iron Dwarf fortress. It wasn't the first time they went there, and each Horde member now walking on this ramp was an experienced raider. While she was rather petite, especially for a Troll, Zael herself was a skilled rogue, with a fit body and larger than usual breasts, almost popping out from her revealing leather outfit. She was playful and loved to go on those raids, kicking some ass and collecting loot. Today had been a good day, and they had found quite a large cache of gold pieces which the group divided amongst themselves.<br><br>As the group walked however, they weren't aware of another group that was further ahead on the ramp, and that their day was in fact just beginning.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fantasy Fan</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 03:24:32</strong>
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				Atal'jin grunted, both at the sudden emergence into broad daylight, and at Zael'Fara's joyous enthusiasm. He didn't mind seeing her stretch like that, as it caused her generous breasts to press against her top and nearly free themselves of it. Tal was the better part of eight feet tall and sported a lithe fit body, one that was currently sporting a good deal of blood, as well as the stereotypical Troll hunch. As the party moved down the ramp, Tal glanced at Bron, a particularly large Tauren and another of their companions, and sidestepped closer to the cowman.<br><br>Nudging the Tauren in the side, Atal'jin made a gesture with his head toward Zael'Fara, whose back was to them as they walked. Another gesture outlined her generous curves and Tal gave Bron a particularly suggestive look before breaking into a deep chuckle. Fighting usually left him horny, and they'd been stuck battling unattractive, un-rapable dwarfs for several hours. A glance down at the blood on his body brought a sneer to Atal'jin's face, making him hope the smell of hairy dwarf blood wouldn't cling to him.<br><br>He took a moment to straighten his broad shoulders and his back, rising up to his full height for several seconds, simply to enjoy the relief stretching brought. But, as they neared the crest in the ramp and happened to glance further along their path, rather than simply wafting in the afterglow of the carnage they'd created, the glint of sunlight off metal caught his eye. Tal was prone to fits of laziness though, so he simply ignored caution and made no mention of it to his companions. After all, regardless of what it was, they would be able to take care of it easily, he was sure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meister</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 04:21:34</strong>
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				The stoic Tauren didn't give much indication how he felt about finally finishing off the dwarven host, but he actually was glad to be back in the fresh air. While dwarves tended to build big for such small creatures, Bron was still a creature of the wide open spaces. Any Tauren would eventually begin to cramp when it was rock instead of sky above him. <br><br>He noticed both Zael's overtly feminine stretching and Atal'jin's utterly unsubtle reaction. Few things surprised the experienced warrior, so the notorious lascivity of the two trolls barely registered. He would arch an eyebrow if the two did not join to worship their spirits of fertility and pleasure later rather than sooner, however. In response to his friend's cajoling, he nodded. That was practically as good as a high five and thrust of the hips in his vocabulary of body language. <br><br>He saw a nick on the edge of his sword. Blasted goblin swordsmiths.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 04:47:20</strong>
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				Dylana sat apart from the others. Her small group had just narrowly defeated a group of reptilian dragonkin that had left them battered and bruised. She herself still felt the healing magics flowing through her body, knitting battered and bruised flesh back together. Their group had been taken by surprise, something for which she blamed herself, she'd overlooked the tracks, the signs of ambush by the creatures and her mistake had nearly gotten them all killed. She'd held her own for a time against one of the creatures, long enough for their mage to bring it down, then leapt upon the back of another, cutting it's throat with her knives. <br><br>Though she stood just over six foot tall, she was short for a Night Elf, and her slender frame didn't carry much weight, so it was no mean feat for one of the creatures to grab her while she was engaged and hurl her across the battlefield. She'd managed to reenter the fight after that, but the enemy's claws, teeth, and magic had nearly done her in... Shaking her head to clear it of thoughts of their last battle she looked over at the others, sighed softly and lay back, closing her eyes and letting the magic finish its work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 10:47:59</strong>
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				Aresu had stripped off her armour, and was dressed only in her undergarments, as she stood a few feet away from the rest of her group.&nbsp; Her armour and sword rested against a large boulder, and she had a canteen of water out and was using it and a small cloth to try and wash some of the grime, sweat, and dirt from her body.&nbsp; She hated being dirty, but it was a byproduct of a hard fight.&nbsp; She was proud of their victory, proud of her team, and knew that one day they would do great things together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 18:32:06</strong>
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				Liliana stood near her compatriots, leaning heavily on her staff. It was a hard, unpleasant fight toward the ramp - in what promised to be a series of hard, unpleasant fights. Still, her companions were strong, and she had faith in her magic. Quirking her mouth in a slight smile, she dispatches her water elemental to assist Aresu in her attempt to clean herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 22:50:11</strong>
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				Tor'vak (http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/325/d/f/_garrosh_hellscream__by_supremus_prime-d33b9in.jpg) followed up behind everyone else, the only sound he made came from his heavy boots walking along the black stone of the blackock pass and the grinding sound of his axe against a sharpening stone. His jaw still dripped blood from tearing out a dwarf's throat, the rest of his armor had been wiped down and looked unusually clean compared to the rest.&nbsp; <br><br>As they reached the outside he whistled sharply, summoning his war wolf to him and waited for the beast to appear as he heard the idle chatter. Unlike them he rarely spoken unless engaging in combat but their chattering did not bother him, at the very least he did not make it appear as it did. The armored wolf appeared out of nowhere, barking at Tor'vak and the group, the seasoned raider looked at the rest of the horde members and flashed a demonic grin before speaking.<br>"Alliance!"<br>His deep bear like voice sounded more like a grunt then clear language, approaching the ridge of the ramp to a sight of a party, unable to make out exactly who was there. <br><br>Without another word he sprinted down, tossing the sharpening stone to the ground as he used the angle of the slope to increase his speed before he jumped high into the air with a war cry that sounded like a dragon shrieking before an attack. A shadow fell down upon the group, landing hard between the middle of them before he roared, the ground he landed upon shake as if rippled by a earthquake! <br>"Die!"<br>He began a wide swing with his long handled axe, gaining the speed to turn into a twister of arching steel. <br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">(Surprise attack? Engaging the alliance) </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 23:57:07</strong>
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				Zael kept walking, not noticing her two companions starring at her back, mostly enjoying the fresh air. She walked slowly in front of the group and was about to talk when suddenly Tor'vak ran past her and rushed at a group of Alliance member. She froze and looked forward, spotting the enemy group as well. Soon, her surprise was replaced with a large grin. The half-orc did what he did best, land in the middle of their targets and causing mass chaos. Zael decided to go a quieter route instead, and spotted a Night Elf that was slightly removed from the main group, her eyes closed, apparently healing her wounds.<br><br>Quickly, Zael sneaked around the alliance group, letting her companions focus on the main attack, and headed straight for Dylana. As she got to her, she pulled her daggers and attempted to surprise her from behind, bringing her weapons to her neck and whispering "Hello there my tall alliance friend!" Still grinning, she waited for the Night Elf to react.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fantasy Fan</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 00:14:17</strong>
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				As Tor'vak exclaimed that there were Alliance members ahead, the large halfbreed words more of a guttural shout than anything else, Tal let out a soft sigh and cracked his neck sharply. Honestly, the Half-Ogre lacked even the slightest bit of strategy, let alone subtlety. The group of Alliance obviously weren't aware that their group had been approaching, but any potential for surprise that they'd had was lost with the enormous Horde member's thunderous sprinting, booming shout, and dramatic entrance. Atal'jin had to wonder whether or not the Alliance would have full barricades and defensive structures erected by the time the rest of their group got to them.<br><br>Then again, Tor'vak <em>was</em> good at producing a shock factor, if nothing else, and most would be stunned for a moment or two by his sheer ferocity, if nothing else. Despite all of that, Atal'jin wanted to wet his own whistle, so to speak, and quickly set into a sprint after the crazed orc and ogre mix. His lithe formed stopped several yards up the ramp from the Alliance though, where Tal proceeded to prepare his magics, though he preferred calling them Jujus. Within moments, he had conjured a totem which radiated a protective link to those around him that Atal'jin perceived as allies. Thanks to Tal's working a bit of voodoo into the typically shamanistic practice of totem usage, the link would connect the souls of those it was applied to, causing their different strengths to overlap and help cover their respective weaknesses. The party he was with, like most Horde, preferred brutal offensive tactics, but Tal had always felt that preparing defensive measures was invaluable in battle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meister</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 00:52:20</strong>
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				Like his companion Tal, Bron was not pleased by Tor'vaks overenthusiasm. But, then he noticed that the alliance group was entirely female. While Bron had never given serious consideration to becoming a slaver, he had made contacts in his years as a merc who would probably pay handsomely for tender womanflesh as they confronted. <br><br>Also, it had been a while since he had been... milked. A small grin cracked the stoic facade, and then he charged, following the half-Orc into battle, deflecting his axe just before it parted the pretty young girl's head from her shoulder. He held his blade at her throat, and her eyes with his own, speaking candidly to Tor'vak. <br><br>"We can either waste our time and energy on a pointless fight, Tor'vak, or we could make several hundred gold pieces each. And I don't know about you, but it's been a while since my third horn was polished. We have them at our mercy. Take the other one for yourself, Tal and Zael can share the elf." Without missing a beat, he spoke to the human warrior. <br><br>"Yield, and at least you will live." was all he said to her.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 01:40:39</strong>
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				Dylana heard the heavy footfalls as they rapidly approached, her eyes flashed open and she started to rise, turning towards the source of the sound as she did so. She caught a glimpse of the charging horde before it leapt turning to follow it with her eyes as it landed heavily in the midst of her companions. Her own hands dropped to the wicked knives that hung at her sides. She opened her mouth, about to call out when she felt the cold steel of twin daggers against the dark skin of her neck. Her eyes flashed wide open in surprise, "By Elune!" <br><br>She watched as more of the horde swarmed upon their group, watched as one deflected the axe of another, saving one of her human friends. She heard the words, their talk of gold, and of sharing the elf. Without moving, she spoke, forcing her voice to remain calm and subdued. "Who are you?" She asked of the one at her back, "What do you want from us?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 02:00:26</strong>
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				With one hand, Zael kept her knife firmly pressed against the taller Night Elf, while she picked the knifes that were on Dylana's body, pulling them out of their holsters and throwing them to the side. When it seemed that she had gotten them all, she smiled at her captive and replied "For now, just sit down and watch. We'll enjoy the fight first, see how many of your companions survive, and then we'll talk about what happens to you." Lust was clear in her voice, and her large breasts pushed against the Elf's back. She slowly forced the Elf down while she started to caress Dylana's arm with her free hand, while she never removed her sharp dagger from the Elf's neck.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 03:28:04</strong>
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				Liliana did what any sensible mage does when presented with an ambush - flee to safer ground. A wave of cold air washed out from the woman, slowing the minds and muscles of the horde brutes already in the group before flickering out of existence, reappearing a short distance away, summoning up enough energy to help even the odds a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 05:37:19</strong>
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				Aresu managed to grab her sword as the horde was suddenly within their midst, but had no time to don her armour.&nbsp; She retreated, trying to find her allies to rally with, but the horde were already within their ranks, dividing them and causing chaos.&nbsp; <br><br>She held her sword up between herself and Bron, knowing she wasn't a match for him, but not wanting to surrender.&nbsp; <strong>"What are the terms?"</strong>&nbsp; She demanded, her fear and nervousness clear in her voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meister</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 06:36:49</strong>
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				Without missing a beat, Bron assessed the situation, noting who was were with a barely perceptable turn if his head, decades of experience ranking threats and possible problems and making up solutions in mere seconds. <br><br>"The mage and any other spellcasters that might be in hiding stand down, shut up, and submit to being gagged. One intelligible syllable, and all of you die. For what it's worth, your friend over there would just be wasting mana. We've all got magic resistant armor. We just don't want the aggravation. <br><br>"Secondly, all of your possessions will be put in a pile. Arms, armor, supplies, and any trinkets, worthless or not. We will take pleasure in doing a cavity search, and if we find anything in there, again, you all die.<br><br>"Thirdly, you do as we tell you when we tell you. Any hesitation or resistance, you get hurt. Badly. Cause us any irritation, you die, painfully. <br><br>"Lastly, any attempt at escape, or communicating with your friends will equally mean your lives. Play by our rules, and I guarantee you a comparatively safe journey until we reach an old associate of mine. After we've got our money, you'll be rid of us."<br><br>He looked at the pitted metal club that the woman evidently thought was a blade, and gave the merest quirk of his lips in mirth. <br><br>"And by the Earthmother, put that thing down. You are embarrassing yourself."
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				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 07:18:28</strong>
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				Aresu listened, and had to fight rolling her eyes.&nbsp; How exactly was she supposed to speak for others, spread across a large battlefield, and already engaged in combat?&nbsp; No one had ever said the horde was smart.&nbsp; She blushed slightly at the mention of the cavity search, her decision made as he mentioned it.<br><br><strong>"No deal horde scum."</strong>&nbsp; She growled as she leapt forward, swinging her sword in a futile attempt to injure him.
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				Post by: <strong>Meister</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 08:04:33</strong>
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				Bron doesn't smile. His eyes are blank. His hand flashed and he caught what he ironically called a sword in a mailed fist, his other hand snaking out and taking Aresu's entire head in his hand. He crushes the sword, mangling it into scrap as he rips it out of her weakening grasp. <br><br>"Could have at least tried. But if you rather do things the hard way, we can make that work too."<br><br>He slams her into the ground, believing that sufficient punisment for now. <br><br>Looking to the figure of the some distance away, he breathes deeply. <br><strong>"MAGE! WE HAVE YOUR COMPANIONS! YOUR NEXT WORD IS THEIR DEATH SENTENCE AND YOUR OWN! STAND DOWN AND LIVE! </strong><br><br>He points to her, speaking to Tor'vak, "my appologies for earlier. If it will make it up to you, she's all yours."<br><br><br>(Sorry if this is a bit too close to godmodding. I know the Horde is supposed to be a lot stronger than the alliance group, but I hope the obvious disparity isn't TOO much to accept. Also, there appears to be disagreement on just what the relative positions of everyone actually is. How shall we settle that?)<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 19:20:29</strong>
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				The culling blow of Tor'vak spared a woman, he grunted at his fellow horde member, enraged he would stop but luckily for him a mage's hands in the distance had begun to glow and his attention was turned to the new aggressor. An elemental of water was upon him, the half-orc spun with a grace that belied his size, the axe risen high into the air to come down upon the mage's pet. His stance changed, shifting on his legs as he brought the blade onto the elemental a few times before Tor'vak was off at break neck speed towards the mage after leaving only the husk of the water being in his wake. <br><br>Luckily for the mage he had heard the talks of capturing the mostly female group of alliance. Tor'vak's axe never dropped onto the mage, he simply swept at her legs and delivered a near shattering blow against her temple with enough power to rend her dazed and silent for a few moments after. Very few could take a backhand to the face from the half-ogre, much less a female human! With a grin across his face he reached forward and grabbed her around her lithe waist and began to walk towards the group as the Tuaren gave her the human warrior. <br>"And you can have this..."<br>He tossed the mage to the ground and looked around for more alliance willing to mount some form of resistance, the smirk on his face made more grim by his enlarged canines. 
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 19:24:07</strong>
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				Liliana snarls slightly, preparing an obliterating blow, the idea of quarter not occurring to her. In her distraction, she doesn't see Tor'vak's rapid assault. Her eyes go wide, and then unfocused as the blow smashes against her temple, and she lets out a small, pained noise.<br><br>Fingers no longer working like they are supposed to drop her staff to the group, and she begins to crumple as well, falling dazed and helpless into his arms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 20:45:42</strong>
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				"NO!" Dylana screamed as her friend Liliana was felled by the half-orc. She tensed against the troll that held her but hesitated, knowing if she leapt forward into the fray the knife at her throat would open her up. She considered her options, she was kneeling on the ground, troll just behind, it's body pressing against hers. That meant of course, that the troll was on the ground with her, much more unstable than being on one's feet.<br><br>With a heave she shoved herself backwards into the troll. Her hands shot upwards grabbing the wrist of the dagger wielding arm. Surprise and their bodies falling backwards allowed her to wrestle the knife away from her throat, but the troll seemed to have arms like iron, and Dylana could not match it's strength. As soon as her throat was free of the blade, Dylana made a desperate dive for one of her knives...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 21:02:36</strong>
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				Zael watched the combat with a large grin on her lips, her eyes regularly coming back to the Night Elf she held, looking lustfully at her. But then, her prey surprised her by going backward and wrestling the knife away. The weapon went flying away and to the ground, disarming the troll, and she was sent on her back as her prey escaped her grip. The troll looked up and saw the Elf was diving for one of her own weapon. Zael quickly jumped to her feet, then on top of the girl. While the Night Elf was taller, Zael was much stronger. As the two girls ended up on the floor, both disarmed, they wrestled hand to hand, and quickly Zael tried to pin her prey on the ground, holding both of her hands by the wrists. She leaned forward, bringing her head just inches away from the girl's face, and whispered "You're a fun one aren't you?" Ignoring the fight that went on between the others nearby, she brought her tongue out and licked the Elf's face in anticipation while fighting the Elf on the ground.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 05:25:18</strong>
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				Dylana struggled beneath the Troll, trying to free her arms from the vice-like grip of the female. Her fight seemed to be amusing the troll, judging by the way the thing looked at her anyway. While her companions tried to fight, the troll leaned in close and licked the side of her face, causing Dylana to nearly retch in disgust. <br><br>"Get off of me troll!" She snarled, at the same time trying to lift her leg up and hook it around the troll and use the strength of her legs to pry it off her. Unfortunately, they way it straddled her body, she couldn't manage to get her leg around the troll, leaving her flailing her legs vainly. <br><br>Realzing the uselessness of her situation, Dylana slows her struggles, only trying uselessly to break the troll's grip. She began to bide her time, if the troll wanted to play with her, she could wait. the next time the troll brought it's face in close enough, she would slam her forehead into it's face. That might just stun it long enough for her to escape. 
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				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 20:13:30</strong>
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				Hitomi over looked that battlefield from a nearby rock. She had been away when the group had been attacked, and she came back to this! Their group was in shambles, falling one after the other to the horde...she would have to even the score...and that one..who held her lover Liliana..he would have to suffer most of all for what he had done. The Death knight moved swiftly, moving from her rock and circling carefully around the group. She slowly moved until she was near Dylana and Zael, and made her move, quickly rushing at them, bringing her hoof out "Get off of her, you bitch!" Hitomi said, her hoof aimed to kick Zael in the side to toss her off of Dylana. Meanwhile, her single ghoul leaped from beside her at the orc that held her lover, while Hitomi's hands quickly pointed to him, casting a Frost fever onto him as she held her heavy two handed sword. "Hurry Dylana, get up!"
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				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 20:47:38</strong>
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				Her prey had stopped struggling, Zael had a good grip on her wrists, she smiled at the sight of such a powerless prey. She glanced quickly at the fight, but then as she returned to look at the Night Elf under her, she suddenly felt a strong push to her side. She was sent rolling on the side, landing on her back a few feet away, as pain shot out from where the new arrival had connected. Zael brought her hand to her side, massaging her hurting hips, and looked up at the surprise attacker. Another Alliance member had apparently joined the group.<br><br>The young troll was on her back and disarmed, in a vulnerable position, but the slightly more balanced odds only made her grin. She liked preys who put up a fight and she still had no illusion as to who would win this.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 00:07:26</strong>
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				"Thank you!" Dylana called out to Hitomi, while grabbing one of her knives. Then with a display of her remarkable agility, she sprung easily to her feet in one swift move. She glared at the downed troll, considering an attempt to finish it off while it was on the ground. She knew they were outmatched five of the horde, well four if you discounted the she-troll on the ground against the pair of them plus a ghoul. She didn't like the odds, but she woldn't abandon her friends either. <br><br>With Hitomi rescuing her lover Liliana, that left Aresu still in the hands of the Horde. Dylana charged directly at the massive Tauren, Bron. Normally a suicidal move given how easily the thing had disabled Aresu and the fact that all she held in her hands was a knife, but Dylana wasn't a complete fool. Once she neared the beast she suddenly changed course, diving to the side and swiping at the Tauren's leg with her long knife. She couldn't defeat it head to head, but maybe she could at the least disable it or slow it down.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fantasy Fan</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 00:33:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Atal'jin held back for the first minute of the battle, simply watching how everything played out so that he could react; after all, someone needed to be aware of more than what was happening a foot in front of them. His head cocked to the side as Bron and Tor'vak suddenly seemed more geared toward taking prisoners rather than unleashing death. Perhaps they meant to have some fun? Slavery always brought coin as well. Tal was surprised; the larger Horde hadn't struck him as ones to possess foresight. But, when Bron began shouting at the various Alliance, in astoundingly fluent Common, Atal'jin let out a groan and felt his hand smack against his face. "Mage, we ave your companions! Stan' down an' liv!" The Troll repeated in a mocking tone, shaking his head. "Wen did we becum soh puhthetik?" Tal was all for threats, but trying to end a battle in such a way disgusted him.<br><br>As it was, Bron's would-be threats hardly seemed to affect, or perhaps simply they didn't register, the Alliance. Zael'Fara, Tal's fellow Troll, had a beautifully colored Night Elf pinned to the ground, and already looked as though she was toying with her. The sight made Atal'jin lick his lips hungrily, but there was still work to be done. Then, out of nowhere, another woman brought a spark of fight back into the Alliance. She was a Draenei, a race that Tal wasn't very familiar with but whose exotic characteristics fascinated him. At the realization that she was one of those...Death Knights, little more than a walking corpse, his nose wrinkled and he charged down closer to the battle. Before he got very close, however, Zael had been kicked across the ground and the Night Elf was able to get to her feet.<br><br>Only moments later, a ghoul, rotting corpses acting as nothing more than puppets, charged toward Tor’vak and looked as though it might rip the half-orc’s throat out. <em>Decisions, decisions…</em> Tal let out a sigh before taking a deep breath, knowing the red color of his eyes was growing in intensity as he began channeling both shamanistic and voodoo energies simultaneously. Creating a link with the ancestral spirits of his people and the very earth, a chilling howl filled the area as a semi-ethereal form, in the shape of a wolf, materialized in front of the Troll and set off toward Tor’vak. As it neared, the wolf lunged forward, most likely colliding into the ghoul’s side unless the corpse noticed it. Confident in his minion to handle the ghoul, Atal’jin turned to face a vulnerable Zael and a Night Elf that was armed once again. Red eyes narrowed as Tal took on a fighting stance, body tense and weight on the balls of his feet, even as the air around his hands took on a blue hue, faint crackling breaking the air as it was charged, lightning prepared to form when Atal’jin willed it to. The Night Elf took off, charging at Bron, before he had time to do anything though. Tal grunted in annoyance and set off after the rogue, his left arm swinging back and then sling-shotting forward as she struck at Bron’s leg. Moving, literally, the speed of light, the lightning neared her back as she struck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 03:02:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tor'vak's rage was starting to rise, the combat that seemed so easy at first had a halt when a squid-face made her presence known, the black knights of Arthas. The orc knew of them, knew some, the elf within their group one of them but he did not like them nor many others he came across normally. The ghoul had caught him by surprise, with his hand releasing the mage and his guard not raised he felt the rotted creation claw into his muscular side and leave it's gash. No more quarter would be given, the half-orc growled and batted the creature away with a gauntleted fist as he prepared a raging strike down onto the creature when the wolves came to his aid. He smirked, preparing the culling blow before bringing it down on the undead minion and splitting it in half. <br><br>The brown skinned hulking orc turned onto the armored knight of death, charging forward with his challenging war cry, colliding with it to save the troll from the draenai's two handed blade. He circled her, issuing his challenge and making sure no enemies where at his back as he moved in with a wide swing towards the young looking black knight, itching to engage in battle. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 03:28:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zael was surprised, and a bit disappointed, that both her Elf and the newly arrived Alliance member left her alone, despite her vulnerable situation. There was nothing she liked more than a good fight. Shrugging, she jumped to her feet and watched what was happening. She saw the Elf go for an attack one her companions, and saw them close in on her. She yelled out to them "Don't touch her! I want that elf intact!" She ran forward towards her, not paying attention too much to the other Alliance members. To Zael, her prey had gotten away from her grip, and it was her job to get it back.<br><br>Still unarmed, she ran up to Dylana and jumped on her back, wrapping her strong arms around her, attempting to get to her before she attacked, or was attacked by another Horde, hoping to send her to the ground.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 04:42:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Just as the blade she held was to strike the Tauren, a blast of lightning slammed into Dylana's back. She screamed as the shock and searing pain tore through her body, her leather armor offering no protection from the blast. Worse her whole body went numb and her mind blank for just a moment of pure white pain. She had no idea if she struck the Tauren or if her attack had been effective. Before she could even regain her senses something heavy slammed into her all ready tortured back.<br><br>Her body, slightly smoking fell to the ground, the troll's arms around her once more. Dylana's eyes filled with tears from the pain, and her nose the scent of ozone and burnt skin from the lightning blast. Still she struggled against the troll that gripped her, the knife she had recently reacquired was gone again, where, she didn't know. Even without the weapon she tried to fight the arms around her, tearing at them with her nails as best she could. <br><br>OOC: Mei - left it to you to decide about that knife attack earlier. Figured since half the horde just attacked me, I better post so as not to hold things up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 07:16:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Liliana watches her lover charge, her voice faint, pleading, confused as blood trickles from a cut on her temple.<br><br>"N...no. Run Hitomi please..."<br><br>She groans in pain and slumps down again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 17:27:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The blade struck Hitomi's sword as she parried the Orc, pushed back from killing off the troll. She had at least gotten him away from Liliana. Her sword swung at the Orc, lighting up with a green glow, her plague strike ready to infect him as her frost fever had already done. Her minion was dead, but they were easily replacable. "What's the matter, Orc..too cowardly to pick a fight with someone your own size?" Hitomi taunted him in his own native Orcish, having learned it long ago when she was alive on Draenor. "Then again, I guess it's hard to find someone your size...and if we went with brains instead of brawn, they'd have to be complete, utter idiots for it to be a fair fight." She smirked beneath her helm, the sigil on her head lighting up as she cast her Gift of the Naaru onto Liliana to give her a chance to heal and escape.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 17:54:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling somewhat rejuvenated as a surge of healing - a gift from Hitomi - courses through her, the mage begins struggling in her captor's grasp before once more blinking out of existence, reappearing a short distance away, staggering to her feet and scrambling away over the hard ground, frantically thinking of a way to help free her comrades.<br><br>The nearest outpost was too far away - the Horde would be long gone by then, her friends killed or captives. <em>Please my heart, run. Not you Hitomi, you've been through so much. Please, run...</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft Raid (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 18:43:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zael grinned once again as she had Dylana in her grip once more. The elf may have been taller and quick to her feet, but when on the ground and struggling against the clearly stronger troll girl, there was no contest. Zael held strong, keeping her prey pinned to the ground. She waited for her to be more docile, or tired from the struggling, and turned her around, her back to the floor, so that she faced her. Zael leaned forward and put her forearm against the elf's neck, holding her solidly. "You made me run there, but I think you'll be worth it!" Once again, she licked her face in anticipation, keeping her to the ground so that she would not escape again.<br>
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