WarCraft: After the Dungeon [IC]
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				Title: <strong>WarCraft: After the Dungeon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anna Katrine</strong> on <strong>18-12-2014, 21:12:49</strong>
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				The world of Azeroth have always been home to conflict. For decades the noble Humans have been fighting with the brutal Orcs. Trough time, fire trials and hardships new friendships have been forged. The Humans went from a few kingdoms to the glory of the Alliance, a coalition of several races including the mysterious Night Elves and the exiled Dranei. The Orcs too went from different tribes, to becoming the mighty Horde, a powerfull force to be reckoned with, with allies like the shamanistic Trolls and the extravagant Blood Elves. The Horde and the Alliance have been fighting over territories, resources and powerful artifacts for what seems like an eternity. Only on rare occasions have the two sides been able to put their differences aside for the greater good of Azeroth. These rare marks in history include the defeat of the Lich King and the slaying of Deathwing the Destroyer.<br><br>Despite these few occurrences, the hatred between the two sides are like old wounds who never seem to heal. Sometimes however, the wounds do more than heal. Sometimes they forge new friendships and brings forth a new perspective. This is one such story. For a few hours now, an incomplete group of Alliance adventurers have been wandering trough a maze of underground ruins. They have lost two of their member, and before they had the time to grieve them, they stumbled upon an equally incomplete group of Horde members. They too had suffered losses in their mission to claim the ruins' treasures. Realizing they have no other option but to fight together, the five of them push towards the final master of the underground maze.<br><br>Melhora Winterwalker looked down the dark hallway before signaling the rest to follow her. She closed her eyes briefly before casting a look back at the others. What a crowd, she thought. A Worgen, A Blood Elf, a Dranei and even an Orc. Herself a Night Elf to boot. She breathed in deep before continuing in the front. "I think the master's lair is up ahead. I am Melhora, by the way. It is only proper that we all know the names of the ones we are to fight with" she almost proclaimed in the damp corridor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WarCraft: After the Dungeon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>18-12-2014, 22:16:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/299/a/9/a969e647f2a22c0b3adf4b8d09d5d321-d31ktj4.jpg)</div>Alexander looks on their group, before when his group got lost they had lost their main front line warrior and a mage in this maze on traps and monsters and it had been tough for him bear burden of assault of monsters. He is druid and can turn bear but he is not that well trained on feral combat as his own strength was more magical sort assaults with bit dabbling on healing at the side. He had agreed form alliance with the horde as means to survive and get through the ruins alive very least and perhaps bit profit in turn.<br><br>He had always knew orcs being bestial sort and often labelled monsters, but then again he himself is a monster. Some Gilnean folks, even worgen, may deny this. But he knows the truth when he sees it in mirror. He has accepted the beastly visage which it shows more than his human side. Albeit he can turn human but he feels no longer comfortable in his human skin. Being a worgen is more natural for him.<br><br>The female orc warrior has been fierce as orcs reputations have told and very good warrior and the blood elf paladin, blood knight, has also been fierce but also lovely to watch more than once. So has been the night elf and draenei. Alexander has more than once fancied how it would be in bedroom with exotic races of alliance but he had started think past hour how horde would be.....then his drifting thoughts get interrupted when Melhora speaks and he softly growls; "Finally, so we can get out from this dungeon back to outdoors. Did you detect further enemies ahead or is it mere master of these ruins just left? Any idea what it is? Oh, I am Alexander Gorikson."
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				Title: <strong>Re: WarCraft: After the Dungeon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>19-12-2014, 17:48:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;The shield felt heavy for the first time tonight.&nbsp; A weight on her powerful arm that only grew in intensity as the time lengthened.&nbsp; This was supposed to have been a simple matter, a quick press into these depths for treasure and honor.&nbsp; Three of her comrades lay dead now because of their foolish shaman and his irrational fear of spiders.&nbsp; Three dead and her only comfort was that the screaming shaman had been among them.&nbsp; Beneath her boot crunched a spider, giving her a sick satisfaction in the ease she crushed the child’s nemesis.&nbsp; Still, of the three she had enjoyed the company of the other orc and had meet him several times before in more intimate surroundings.&nbsp; The thought made the rage in her veins boil with fresh fire that lit her eyes.<br><br>Plate armor shifted across her muscular frame.&nbsp; Slabs of metal working amidst buckles of leather to cover the full figure she cast.&nbsp; Broad shoulders shifted down to a heavy chest which was constrained tightly by the armored corset she donned.&nbsp; Green flesh threatened to peek forward from the tops or spill out least a buckle not hold.&nbsp; Her stomach was lined with bits of chainmail that were already broken and shredded in certain places.&nbsp; Some of the armor on her thick thighs was singed from fire, while a layer of frost still clung to the metal overlay of her boots.&nbsp; In general the woman seemed to have walked through a hell of fire and ice.&nbsp; When the small voice of the night elf reached her ears there was only a resounding grunt before she pushed forward so that she would be the first into the room.<br><br>That battered shield lifted upward despite the weight while her grip readjusted on the heavy bladed sword in her hand.&nbsp; “The name is Rhea and I doubt you’ll be using it long.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WarCraft: After the Dungeon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>19-12-2014, 19:00:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/KeshiTag.jpg)</div>Keshi leaned against the cool stone of a ruined wall.&nbsp; She was battered, bruised and exhausted.&nbsp; It was all the Light of Naaru could do to keep Alexander alive after Drogan had fallen.&nbsp; The dwarf had been a stalwart ally and Keshi would miss his gruff but tender wisdom.&nbsp; He was with the Light now, there would be time to morn he and Mellis later.&nbsp; They were not out of the dark yet and their greatest test was still ahead.<br><br>Keshi had put aside her own injuries to care for her companions, healing even the Orc and Blood Elf before taking a moment to rest.&nbsp; A gash in her thigh still oozed blue blood where some poison was keeping it from coagulating.&nbsp; She would have to tend to it soon before it festered, but other than the pain it wasn’t life threatening.&nbsp; Her periwinkle skin was dotted with dark blue and purple welts and tiny cuts, but these were nothing compared to the wounds the light had healed among the others.&nbsp; <br><br>The Draenei raised her stag skin to her lips letting the last of her cool crisp water touch her cobalt lips and caress her parched throat.&nbsp; The simple, refreshing sensation gave her a clarity that allowed Keshi to gather what reserves she could for what they were about to face.&nbsp; With a silent prayer she pushed her weary body away from the wall, using her staff to help her.&nbsp; The rest were gathering for the final push and they would need the Light of the Naaru if they were to see themselves through.<br><br>The Orc looked to be readying herself for the breach.&nbsp; There was much hatred between the Orcs and her kin, but the Naaru remember a time when the orcs were not as they were now when the Orc and Draenei lived side by side in peace.&nbsp; Perhaps that was now a distant dream but Keshi could feel the Light and it held only sorrow for the actions that lead to such hatred.<br><br>“Keshi” she said as a way of introduction and stood before the imposing warrior of the Horde.&nbsp; Where the Blood Elf held the same lithe, delicate beauty as Melhora, the fierce beauty of Rhea was no less attractive to the young priestess of the Naaru.&nbsp; “May the Light of the Naaru guide and protect you.” She offered before slipping into a liturgy in Draenei.&nbsp; Keshi could feel the light with her flow over the Orc woman to shield her from harm and fortify her from danger.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WarCraft: After the Dungeon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>19-12-2014, 19:14:57</strong>
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				Alexander looks on Keshi, she's taller than him even if he would not have bit frontal leaning crouch in his stance. He remembers how she had fueled him constantly with light energy to keep him alive, barely keep him alive while their group struggled with loss of the dwarven warrior Drogan. He noticed she has not yet cured herself at all from the slash from venomous stinger from giant wasp which they encountered...her delicate looking hoofed leg bleeding still.<br><br>Alexander moves to her and takes some herbs from his belt pouch and says; "Can't let you stride in tough battle injured Keshi, small as it is." He channels primal nature magic to the herbs which glow green as he crushes them in his clawed hand into dripping green ichor which he then spreads over Keshi's wound. It stings, burns and sends feverish euphoria run through Keshi as druidic magic speeds up her natural healing and boosts natural metabolism to shake off the poison off from her. Her wound edges glowing green as they close and seal up. leaving faint little scar as if she had got day or more healing it naturally.<br><br>Alexander may not be restoration magic specialist but like all druids he knows the basics and druids are very adept in cleansing poison.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WarCraft: After the Dungeon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>21-12-2014, 18:56:22</strong>
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				“If you two are done making out back there, we got an ugly to kill.”<br><br>Such words were spoken in a growl from over the heavy plate of her shoulder armor.&nbsp; Vicious spikes and protrusions nearly blocked out the visage of her face with those reddening eyes.&nbsp; Yet there were not enough to block out the madness creeping over her features, the rage building behind her eyes and inside her blood that would propel her forward against this newest foe.&nbsp; A roll of her shoulders was given before she started the inevitable march forward to their destiny.&nbsp; The shield lifted upward again, poised to intercept the first blow to come her way while her powerful legs flexed.&nbsp; Rhea seemed ready to charge into the first target that presented itself for her.&nbsp; <br><br>“Pointy ear, keep those ears up for ambushers.&nbsp; I doubt this thing will go down quiet.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WarCraft: After the Dungeon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anna Katrine</strong> on <strong>21-12-2014, 19:12:09</strong>
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				The Night Elf couldn't help but giggle slightly at the way Rhea talked to Alexander and Keshi. She gave them a quick look as she walked past them to keep up with the battle ready Orc. "Sure thing, sharp teeth" she replied in an attempt to reply in a snarky manner. She shook her head as she placed an arrow on her bow, ready to draw the string back at the first sight of an enemy. All the while, she did as the Orc had asked, doing her best to push her naturally heightened senses to its limits to give them an edge.<br><br>As she did, she couldn't stop looking at Rhea. There was something strangely hypnotic about the way she behaved and moved. In control, yet still incredibly feminine and mysterious. Her thoughts was interrupted by the sound of a skeleton walking towards them, nothing they had not seen before. "I hear some bones rattling in front of us. Probably another skeleton standing in our way" she said looking at the group. "I think we may be dealing with a Necromancer".
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				Title: <strong>Re: WarCraft: After the Dungeon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>23-12-2014, 20:17:49</strong>
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				There was no hesitation in the movement of the woman.&nbsp; Shield came up and then smashed into the bony structure of the skeleton that came toward them.&nbsp; From behind the pair could see her powerful muscles flex, the armor shifting to give a simple glimpse at the green flesh of her back and along her thighs.&nbsp; Effort and force given living flesh as she shoved the creature back and then brought up her weapon.&nbsp; The axe came down with a crunch before she stepped away, hopefully having opened enough of the creature’s defense for them to finish off its undead existence.<br><br>“Necromancer would make sense.&nbsp; Don’t remember anyone mentioning that though before we came into this place.”<br><br>Tight braids twisted from underneath the woman’s helmet as her head spun, sparing them only a glance before she turned back toward the beast before her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WarCraft: After the Dungeon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>23-12-2014, 20:25:07</strong>
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				Alexander ignored the orc's talk, made mere low growl of mild annoyance. He followed as group moved and as skeleton came to view and orc rapidly drew it's attention, Alexander concentrated, meditated actually and made quiet murmuring sound as his hands started glow, shifting between golden burning light to gentle silvery white light. His eyes glowed then on silver as he threw his hand forward and launched a beam of burning silvery white fire which engulfed the skeleton with sizzling impact! Skeleton now covered in silvery fire which burns it rotten bones away and cracks and weakens it. Already Alexander chants and prepares another spell to continue launching the same spell over and over again....until skeleton falls or builds to full zenith on power of the moon unleash most devastating attack he knows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WarCraft: After the Dungeon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anna Katrine</strong> on <strong>26-12-2014, 01:30:14</strong>
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				Melhora managed to shoot a single arrow at the weakened skeleton before it fell to the ground in front of them. "Quite impressive... for an Orc that is" she said as she placed another arrow on her bow, ready for the next encounter. She actually found the efforts of the green skinned woman noteworthy. She had never met a warrior of the opposite side so willing to put old hatred aside for a common goal. "This must be it" she said as they approached a large ornate door. "I had heard whispers of a necromancer some months before we got tasked with clearing these ruins but I never thought the rumors were real" she added as she looked back at the others.<br><br>"I hope you are ready?" she asked as she was about to push the doors open and face the master of the dungeon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WarCraft: After the Dungeon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>26-12-2014, 07:18:55</strong>
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				Alexander moves with the group onto the door, he looks on Melhora and nods and replies; "I am ready, let's get this over with. I cast blessing of the wilds on you, it should aid you in battle to come." Alexander takes from pouch some animal claws and wild herbs and berries and makes low growl as he crunches them in his paw and throws the dust into air...where it sparkles and lands softly on everyone and they can feel their bodies invigorated, tougher, faster and senses heightened. More alive you could say. Alexander just now waits doors be opened and their orcish warrior making the first advance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WarCraft: After the Dungeon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>30-12-2014, 08:20:20</strong>
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				Moonlight brushed her flesh like an old lover.&nbsp; Pale and shimmering, that mystical light descended to work over each crevice and canyon of her muscular arms and shoulders.&nbsp; Wounds were kissed and licked, blood freshly bubbling to the surface as movement provoked new pains.&nbsp; The healer was dead and the druid’s skills were considerable, but his attention had been required elsewhere.&nbsp; So Rhea had to endure the last minutes of their battle against the necromancer with teeth gritted and bared against the dark energy.&nbsp; Shield and axe fell to the ground as she came outside of the dungeon.&nbsp; Knees buckled so that she collapsed with a heavy thud of her armored body on the soft grass.&nbsp; <br><br>One hand lifted upward to unbuckle the straps of her armor so that the metal fell away from her skin.&nbsp; Green flesh became more exposed to the Moon’s advances of light.&nbsp; She let the armor slide away much as a snake might shed its skin for comfort.&nbsp; When next she came down to the earth her top was bare except for the strips of cloth and leather that bound her heavy breasts in place.&nbsp; Gulps of cool, night air were taken into her mouth while she reveled in the freedom of laying on the grass once more.&nbsp; Those thick grasps lifted up her considerable chest and then lowered them down with a shuffle of her nose.&nbsp; Muscles made a heavy canvas on her abdomen as it too heaved with every breath.&nbsp; Feet shifted while she kicked off her boots, fingers sliding her pants down just a bit so her thighs could feel the liberty of the coolness.&nbsp; There was little regard for what the others might think or imagine, as she only had a thought for her own body right now.<br><br>Yet there was never a thought far from her mind that she was now surrounded by enemies.&nbsp; The blood elf lay dead now as well, leaving only the Worgen and the Night Elf.&nbsp; Both were capable warriors and she too wounded to offer much resistance to them.&nbsp; For now though, Rhea gave over to her fate and over to the moonlight while basking in that heavenly glow.<br><br>“So now what?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WarCraft: After the Dungeon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivalOfTheGoat</strong> on <strong>31-12-2014, 01:14:44</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Now,"</span> a bassy, earthquake voice rumbles across the bone-littered clearing, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"You free me. Or at least so I'd hope."</span><br><br>The massive, middle-aged male tauren is heavily chained, spread-eagled, to the back of one of the standing stones which the necromancer had chosen to set his baleful altar against. Doesn't look too comfortable. He's well over ten feet tall, and broad in a way that makes fortress walls look narrow. Also a bit bloodied and bruised, which would explain how he ended up providing a life-force anode to the diabolical undead's death-magic.<br><br>Although, come to think of it, he might not be as bloodied as all that. Some of the reddish sheen is his own hide, though in the moonlight most of him looks a deep, charcoal gray. He hasn't got the elemental markings of a shaman, but what is carven into one immense shoulder is a stylized symbol for the sun, faintly glistening where gold dust was rubbed into the tattoo to heal there. Below it in more standard inking a set of green triangles point down towards the outline of a mesa. What's a Sunwalker doing here?<br><br>His eyes narrow as he realizes that the orc-girl's companions aren't Horde, and another low, rumbling grunt escapes him. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Mercenaries?"</span> He sighs like a hurricane, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"...Or is it Alliance? Either way, get me down from here, and if that miserable bag of bones left a speck of the sun's life force within me, I'll heal you. After that, well..."</span> His tail swishes against the stone slab irritably, as if flicking away a fly that isn't there. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"...we can talk."</span><br><br>(https://33.media.tumblr.com/c587fe02caf55633b96ce96efc888759/tumblr_nhf770SW6K1r9tnh2o1_1280.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: WarCraft: After the Dungeon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>31-12-2014, 01:36:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/299/a/9/a969e647f2a22c0b3adf4b8d09d5d321-d31ktj4.jpg)</div>Alexander was not injured but was otherwise exhausted. During the fight of the necromancer he had been needed to control the flow of zombies and skeletons attempting harass and reach the center of the group. He had called tornado winds, rooted foes or brought sunlight to silence skeletal mages before his summoned stars bombarded them down.<br><br>However necromancer had struck a baleful curse on their healer which drained her life and she selfless manner healed and warded everyone expect herself....and then she collapsed. Life entirely drained from her. Alexander had cursed as he had not seen signs of her ailment before but he then needed quickly cast some curing spells on Rhea which was focusing keep necromancer distracted and unable land most devastating spells. It was miracle Alexander managed keep Rhea alive while keep skeletons away as their paladin leaped take down abomination which came answer necromancer's call. Then fall in battle as despite Alexander's efforts his healing was not strong enough keep both paladin and warrior alive....but paladin managed weaken abomination considerable amount so Alexander could blast it down with massive surging star light before reaching their hunter. A lucky shot at that.<br><br>Alexander was completely empty from magic and he had took seat, feeling burden of the losses of others as his responsibility so he had quietly brought the draenei and blood elf paladin close together to start do final rites for them both, both brave servants of the light. But then rumblings of tauren stirred his ears as he stood up and turned look on the giant tauren. A impressive specimen one at that and he quickly recognized sunwalker symbol on him and Alexander said; "Not mercenaries....just a odd bunch collected together by twist of fate as both our groups faced demise before in this dungeon and decided group up for survival. Although your not part of Cenarion Circle I have made friends with few taurens in that group and I know your kind are honorable. So let me help get you out from those shackles, my magic is almost entirely empty after that battle." Alexander places seeds into shackles and channeling his druidic powers causes the seeds blossom into vines which rapidly grew in thickness....and eventually with metallic crunch they shatter and bend the steel of the manacles as growth of the vines thickness overcomes hardness of steel. It does not help with iron manacles around tauren's wrist and ankles but those can be removed easily in blacksmith shop.<br><br>Alexander then returns perform final rites on their fallen. Placing a large seed to each adventurer's hands and starting meditative prayer for nature to answer his call one more time. Slowly a dual of trees grow from the palms which devours the bodies of the fallen as nutrient....and grow two young albeit large saplings into heart of necromancer lair. Bring life where was none before. Taking both from paladin and draenei a small personal token from each, which can be send to their families or friends in future.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WarCraft: After the Dungeon [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anna Katrine</strong> on <strong>31-12-2014, 02:05:09</strong>
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				The Night Elf looked with large eyes as her Worgen companion freed the Tauren from his shackles. Even tough her kind had lived in the same continents as the Tauren, rarely had she ever seen one in her travels. And most of the time they would attack her on account of their respective alligiances. Still she had to admire his raw beauty. The Night Elfs often admire the Taruen's ability to be one with nature the way only they seem to be able to accomplish. As they walked outside into the moonlight she looked softly to the Orc as she began to carelessly strip parts of her armor off. She too had a form of natural beauty to her.<br><br>"The way I see it" Melhora spoke softly once the group had assembled outside the dungeon. "We all deserve to rest for the night, despite which side we may belong to. I think we have earned that trust" she added as she gently patted the Orc on the shoulder.
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