Warcraft - In Search of the Blade of Sorrows
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				Title: <strong>Warcraft - In Search of the Blade of Sorrows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Domogasm</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 21:29:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb134/kirbylordx/xen1-1.png)</div><em>What's taking so long?</em> Xenatos was restless. For the past several hours, nothing could be heard on the second floor of the Dalaran inn save for the metallic thud of plated boots hitting the floor. As the young Paladin paced back and forth, his frustration continued to grow.<br><br>The champions of Stormwind were being called upon to retrieve the Blade of Sorrows, a powerful weapon of old which was fabled to entrust its wielder with limitless power; a power rivaled only by that of Frostmourne, and in turn Arthas the Lich King. The undead scourge was tightening its grip on Azeroth, having gained control of what was left of Dragonblight and the Borean Tundra, leaving few places of resistance in Northrend. One of the few remaining strongholds on the northern landmass was the kingdom of Dalaran; forced into an alliance of convenience, the two enemies continued to cooperate in order to hold back Arthas's scourge army and prevent the undead from corrupting the streets of the Magical Kingdom. <br><br>The warrior who possessed the Blade of Sorrows would be rewarded handsomely, as finding the fabled weapon would not only be a great feat in itself, it would provide for untold glory: a chance to face off with quite possibly the most powerful man alive.<br><br>The blade was rumored to be in Northrend, so Dalaran, being the last stronghold for humanity had become a hub of activity. Warriors from across Azeroth traveled to the Magic Kingdom for a shot at glory, and Xenatos was falling behind. <strong>“Come <em>on</em> Hitomi! Do we <em>always</em> have to play catch-up?”</strong> A gauntleted fist buried itself in an ornate bookshelf which happened to be minding its own business on the northern side of the room. His armor was stifling; Vicious Armor of the Gladiator was known for its unrivaled durability. However its breathability left much to be desired, and at this point all Xen desired was to be on the road and out of that stuffy little room on the second floor of the Dalaran inn.<br><br><br><br><br><strong>"Enough of this."</strong> he muttered angrily, his fingertips closing around the polished brass door handle. With a reluctant groan, the heavy wooden door opened, and Xenatos the Paladin stepped out into the hallway. Before making his exit, he embedded a small knife several inches into the weathered Oak doorframe, pinning a small scroll with the words 'getting drunk' scribbled up for display to whomever might be searching for him.<br><br>She'd figure it out. There was one tavern in Dalaran, and nowadays it was <em>always</em> busy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft - In Search of the Blade of Sorrows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 21:47:59</strong>
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				"Now now...Chaste young men should wait for their women." A voice said behind Xenatos, the voice belonging to a very sultry succubus (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/Wolfy4225/Roleplay%20Characters/winterarmor00129web.jpg) named Maleficant who's whip wrapped around his armored waist, securing him and keeping him at the door. "My mistress is almost done, little man...but we could play if you can't wait.." She whispered, moving closer to him while licking her lips seductively, a hand squeezing her breast teasingly as she approached the Paladin.<br><br>"That will be quite enough of that." Another female voice said behind the two of them, this one belonging to a lovely Worgen (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/Wolfy4225/Roleplay%20Characters/95728.png), dressed in fine robes of expensive Frostweave cloth with a menacing staff in her hand. "You know how I feel about you wanting to sex my dear friend every time I summon you, Maleficant." She said to the Succubus.<br><br>"Oh but mistress...I just wanted to play with him a little...I was just going to polish his large sword for him..." Malificant said to her, continuing to eye Xenatos with a seductive look.<br><br>Hitomi shook her head. "I know exactly what you want to polish, Maleficant...and you won't be doing it...certainly not before someone else does, anyway." Hitomi said with a shake of her head, snapping her fingers. The Succubus pouted and left in a puff of smoke, Xenatos released from the bondage of the whip, for the moment. Hitomi smiled to her friend, and walked up to him. "Sorry it took so long...had to comb out all the tangles in my fur." She said to him with a smile. "...Well, shall we get going then? I hear Sholazar Basin is a good place to start looking for the sword." Hitomi said to Xenatos with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft - In Search of the Blade of Sorrows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Domogasm</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 22:28:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb134/kirbylordx/xen1-1.png)</div>Xenatos jumped, alarmed at his sudden inability to move. He tugged anxiously at the whip around his hips, glancing from side to side uneasily as Hitomi's succubus closed the distance. Maybe it was his nature as a Paladin, but that thing always made him nervous - the way she stared at him like a freshly cooked meal - and right now he was a little more than uneasy. <br><strong><br>"uh.. my woman?"</strong> he muttered, glancing around the hall for any sign of salvation. "You know, I was trained to kill demons like you..." <br><br>Before he could do anything he might have had to apologize for, (like exorcising the hell out of the undead heathen in front of him) Hitomi called off her minion. He tilted his head, scratching the base of his neck in utter confusion as the two females began going off about polishing swords. Besides, he didn't even have a sword. The huge axe he had strapped to the back of his armor was quite literally impossible to miss. It was almost as big as he was. <br><strong><br>"Not before... Hitomi, what were you two just talking about? Ah, nevermind. Let's go, if I have to spend another minute on this goddamned floating rock I'll slit my own throat. It <em>reeks</em> of the Horde here." </strong> He shrugged, resigned, and began to head down the hall. <br><br>The streets of Dalaran were crowded, to say the least. Thousands of displaced tuskarr, taunka, and other refugees had escaped to the Magic Kingdom, fleeing from Arthas and the Scourge. Though their situation was tragic, the refugees made the best of their position in Dalaran. The scourge was indiscriminate, and it was heartening to see humans working with orcs, gnome and goblin children playing together in the streets. Perhaps in times of dire need these two factions were in fact capable of setting aside their differences.<br><br>Having made their way down to Crystalsong, the duo mounted up and began traveling towards Sholazar Basin. For a while, Xen flew in silence, mesmerized by the rhythmic flapping of his gryphon's wings.<strong> "You know what I don't get?"</strong> He piped up after what seemed like an eternity. <strong>"Why'd the guild send <em>us</em> to find this sword? I mean, I'm sure there's someone more capable of wielding it... How the hell am <em>I</em> supposed to kill Arthas? I'm just a Paladin... He's the fucking <em>Lich King!</em>"<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft - In Search of the Blade of Sorrows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 00:49:49</strong>
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				"What were we...oh..nothing, nothing big boy." Hitomi said with a smile, glad that he had dropped it, though she did look a bit disappointed when he did. She followed him down and the two took off from Dalaran, traveling in silence, until Xenatos broke it. "Well, I guess they think you'll be able to kill him the best...he is undead, after all." Hitomi said to Xenatos with a smile, flying along with him to Sholazar Basin....as they arrived at the Basin, she smirked playfully. "I mean, I know how to handle a sword...it's all about rubbing it...then the thrusting...." Hitomi licked her lips, seemingly lost in her own fantasy for the moment before she snapped out of it as they arrived at their destination, dismounting from their Gryphons. She smiled to Xenatos, summoning her Voidwalker, for the moment. "I mean....Yeah...Swords....what were we talking about again?" Hitomi said, seemingly still just a little bit in her fantasy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft - In Search of the Blade of Sorrows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Domogasm</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 07:46:46</strong>
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				((sorry sorry sorry sorry sorrry for the wait :x ))<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb134/kirbylordx/xen1-1.png)</div>“Uh.. swords.... what?” Xen cracked his neck, tilting to get a better look at his warlock companion. “Have you been smoking pipe weed with the dwarves again?” Apparently she'd never used a sword before. <br><br>“Look, I'm not saying a Paladin shouldn't take down Arthas. I'm just saying, I'm probably not the best one to do it. I'm not even fully geared.” The boy added dismissively, ignoring the fact that the blade (if it even existed) would render all his other gear useless, or rather, arbitrary. That kind of power was barely conceivable, let alone something Xenatos Demishiro was capable of wielding. “Can't we just... sell it or something?” <br><br>This was a promising thought. The most powerful weapon in the world, fit only to be wielded by the strongest warriors alive. This wasn't to say that our humble pally was by any means a weakling. Having braved the Opening of the Dark Portal, and aided greatly in the victory against Illidan Stormrage as well as the demon Kil'Jaeden, Xenatos had earned his status as a Paladin and champion of the alliance. <br><br>Having procured a worn-looking scroll from his bags, he untied a weathered leather knot from around the parchment and carefully unfurled it. Painted on in a faded, yet remarkably ornate design was a map of western Northrend. Sholazar Basin was tucked above the Borean Tundra, its landmass separated by converging rivers, whose focus lay near the center of the region at the River's heart. <br><br>“So.... any ideas?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft - In Search of the Blade of Sorrows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 20:47:21</strong>
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				"Well." Hitomi said, looking at his map, coming close to the Paladin and intentionally pressing her breasts against his arm to try and get a rise out of him, her wolf features looking at the map. "I think we should go to the heart." Hitomi said to Xen with a smile. "...After all, everything starts with a heart, doesn't it?" She said, pressing her body closer to his in a teasing, seductive way, trying to get a rise from him. "And they say the way to a man's heart is through his sword..." Hitomi said, moving away from him...as she moved away, and in front of him, she wiggled her hips in a seductive way, looking back at him only after she had stopped moving, her Voidwalker following. "So...We should find the sword where the heart is, probably." Hitomi said with a shrug of her shoulders. "...That's just my thought, anyway."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft - In Search of the Blade of Sorrows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Domogasm</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 23:12:24</strong>
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				((today's been a little hectic I'll post after work x_x))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft - In Search of the Blade of Sorrows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Domogasm</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 19:50:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb134/kirbylordx/xen1-1.png)</div><strong>“Uh.”</strong>[/b] Xen swallowed, casting a nervous sidelong glance at his companion. It was easy enough to feign ignorance in response to the sword remarks; ignoring the curves of the girl pressed against him was a different story. <strong>“What are y-”</strong> he began, then with a hesitant half-step to the side, he caught his tongue and the pressure from her body was lifted, still close enough to feel the heat radiating from her worgen form. <br><strong><br>“...nevermind.”<br></strong>[/b]<br>Xenatos watched in slack-jawed silence as the girl prowled away, giving the warlock's voidwalker minion plenty of room to walk past him silently behind her in a mesmerized haze. He usually tried to avoid eye contact with her ectoplasmic minion and its blank, lifeless stare. That thing (which he could have <em>sworn</em> was growling at him as it floated by) probably had wet dreams about Hitomi's hypnotically bouncy ass whenever she sent it back to wherever the hell it came from. Where were they going again? <br><br>Having lost the track of time, the young paladin shifted his gaze from the remarkably smackable ass of his partner to his surroundings. The land was separated in several directions by a snaking dirt path; broken fences and wooden stakes littering their margins. These splintered remnants were not long ago placed to denote safe passage for novice travelers. The scourge was running rampant in Sholazar, though they usually came out in numbers at nightfall. Even so, its effect on the lush grasslands of the basin was already beginning to show symptoms of undeath. Every so often, scattered patches of blackened earth pierced the thick blanket of undulating grass – places no longer capable of sustaining life. <br><br>&nbsp;Stopping for a moment to adjust a bootstrap, Xen groaned. <strong>”Are we there yet?”</strong> He sat on an elevated stone, impatiently tugging at the polished metal boot.&nbsp; <strong>”So why is it that <em>you</em> always want to lead the way, hmm?”</strong>[/b] With a playful wink and a mischievous grin, the boy hopped to his feet and walked past the worgen girl, pausing momentarily to hip-check her on his way by.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft - In Search of the Blade of Sorrows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 21:11:54</strong>
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				"Why?" She asked him as she was hip-checked playfully. Hitomi smirked softly. "..Because while I lead, I know you can keep your eye on the prize.." She said to him with a soft smile...her eyes gazed on his ass as he walked ahead, and she could only keep smiling. "But...Now that you mention it..there are some advantages to having such a righteous man leading the way." Hitomi said with a giggle, walking behind him, her voidwalker in tow. The girl was slowly getting less and less ambiguous on what exactly she wanted from him. and was a 3 steps away from just summoning her succubus to bind him again. "So, I guess you think we'll find the sword where undead are." She said to Xen softly. "...Which I guess makes sense....Arthras wouldn 't be dumb enough to leave it unguarded, after all." She said with a nod of her head, continuing to watch his ass move back and forth with each step, a hungry look in her eye. "So..I guess that's it then..we find the largest cluster of undead we can and see if the sword is there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warcraft - In Search of the Blade of Sorrows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Domogasm</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 22:56:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb134/kirbylordx/xen1-1.png)</div>With a stupid grin, Xenatos replied, <strong>"Really? I think you like being in charge. It's probably a wolf thing."</strong>[/b] he chuckled to himself, amused, and slightly picked up his pace. The sun was low over the horizon: in an hour or two they would have to stop for the night. Based on the day's events up to that point, the Paladin was a little apprehensive about setting up camp. The Lich king's mindless undead horde could easily be repelled by a number of simple wards, however perhaps an enemy attack was the least of his worries.<br><br>He shrugged it off, tugging anxiously at the straps to his backpack. Unsure of why his companion was feeling so... friendly, the boy pushed it to the back of his mind. The issue at hand was the blade. He focused his thoughts on the battles he expected were soon to come. The guild's rogues were skilled, and provided this odd fellowship with a vague idea of what to expect (this in itself being no small feat, as the undead focused their forces around central Sholazar. Though Hiomi was a powerful warlock and an invaluable ally in battle, at times Xenatos feared her less-than-discrete nature might disrupt the balance of what was bound to be a very delicate operation. <br><br>On the other hand, she'd come through at the end on countless occasions, no doubt often responsible for saving his life. Though quite frankly an ironic duo, what with the stark contrast in their specialization, Xen and Hitomi were a force to be reckoned with.&nbsp; <strong>"If stealth weren't an issue I'd suggest we mount up and ride to the river's heart. Unfortunately, that's not the case so it looks like we might not make it before nightfall."</strong> The boy trudged onward in silence for a moment, then glanced over his shoulder. <strong>"And unless you want to be fighting demons all night, it may take a little while to set up camp."</strong>
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