Wuu. Posted January 20, 2009 Report Share Posted January 20, 2009 "No you!re not!" His Hammer began to shine heavily Light will conquer!" He hit the Crypt Lord and the Crypt was shocked back because of an aftershock "Haha! Who's you're daddy!? Dwarves are superior to you fools!" Ooc: Are you human? Bleh, stupid humans lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aesirson Posted January 20, 2009 Report Share Posted January 20, 2009 OoC: Yea, I'm a human warlock. The crypt lord was not defeated, it could still stand. "Jussst sssome sssssscratchessss..." It walked slowly agains the dwarf and Morthas now, but Morthas throwed a fire ball in the face of the big arachnoid creature. "It barely hurtssss, sssstupid human..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fenrir Posted January 20, 2009 Report Share Posted January 20, 2009 OoC: NIGHT ELF MOHAWK! Travitor casted moonfire again. The eerie blue blaze burned the abomination, but not much. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aesirson Posted January 20, 2009 Report Share Posted January 20, 2009 OoC: God, T! There is no thing as a Night Elf Mohawk! I know I've already said it, but just to make it stuck in your mind: Crypt Lords are huge, like my MAGE! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wuu. Posted January 20, 2009 Report Share Posted January 20, 2009 "Can someone throw me on that beast's head?" He said while looking towards Morthas "Maybe i can defeat him! Can you throw me?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fenrir Posted January 20, 2009 Report Share Posted January 20, 2009 OoC: Lol, yea. What was the one with Warlocks? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aesirson Posted January 20, 2009 Report Share Posted January 20, 2009 "I will try!" Morthas picked up the dwarf, the plate armor was sure heavy and all, but Morthas, with a little help of a thing called "mana", managed to throw the dwarf at the crypt lord's face. "Keep your filthy handssss of my face!" The crypt lord said as Hlyrax hit the head of it. OoC: In fact, Hlyrax could just have jumped on it, altough Crypt Lords are huge (like my mage), their heads are almost at the ground. OoC: You mean the one with Ozzy Osbourne or the one with Vic Mignogna? "I can do alchemy!" xD Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wuu. Posted January 20, 2009 Report Share Posted January 20, 2009 Ooc: Please keep in mind that Dwarves are not allowed to go on giant spiders, let alone Rollercoasters, they are 1/3 of a human, no way i could jump that beast's face "Hahaha! Feel the pain! Feel the pain!" Hlyrax was hitting the crypt lord the hardest he could "Hahaha! No pain! No gain!" He stopped to gain his breath and started to pummel further. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Umbra Posted January 20, 2009 Author Report Share Posted January 20, 2009 Suddenly, the Crypt Lord (What have I said about conjuring enemies? I know well enough that Crypt Lords exist, but I didn't say that one was here.) hissed loudly and raised his arms. "I sssubmit myself, lord!" And he vanished. Without their lord, the undead attackers rapidly fell. The enchantments that kept them alive shattered, leaving only rotten bones. The others, that managed to stay alive for a few seconds, jumped into the river and floated downstream. Everyone froze for a few seconds, then one of the archers shouted from the top of the outer wall. "Captain, they're retreating! The undead are falling back!" Everyone cheered loudly. The battle was over, at least for now. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fenrir Posted January 20, 2009 Report Share Posted January 20, 2009 Travitor whistled loudly and Graal gave an approving roar. Travitor unsaddled himself and patted the beasts head. Graal purred and laid down, his head between his paws. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aesirson Posted January 20, 2009 Report Share Posted January 20, 2009 OoC: Sorry ^^' Just felt to throw in an big-imba enemy, and I didn't feel to throw in a flesh titan, so I decided to use a crypt lor. Morthas left without a word for his "elder" (trainer). "I've come to learn new spells, oh, master of the Warlocks." He said as he entered the Warlock Training place (dunno where it is in Stormwind). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wuu. Posted January 20, 2009 Report Share Posted January 20, 2009 "Haha! Yeah! Dwarves are victorious again!" Hlyrax looked around seeing that Morthas already dissapeared "Bleh, Humans! They have no feeling for victory!" He went to his trainer. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vector Nightmare Posted January 20, 2009 Report Share Posted January 20, 2009 ((OoC: Sorry for the delay, guys. And by the way, Umbra, since we're left to fight on our own, I assumed it was alright to bring in some other types than endless hordes of zombies. The Crypt Lord wasn't mine (lol, Crypt Lord is a hero-class unit, which should be the equivalent of a WoW character at level 55 - the hero being level 1 - it was really a bad move to bring one in here) but I did bring in the Abomination. Also, since I took so long to post and I'm out of time now, I'm going to speed through the recent events) "Huh." Seraighin said. She had gutted the giant Abomination - which would have had little effect had the other warriors not weakened it first - and she was wiping the disgusting fluids off her knife on a nearby wall. The charge was breaking - somewhere, the retreat had sounded for the undead invaders. It seemed they would live to see another day. Seraighin did not talk to the others. She had no desire to be caught in the post-victory celebrations, so she began slipping off as quietly as possible, hoping not to be noticed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
~The Red Crusader~ Posted January 20, 2009 Report Share Posted January 20, 2009 Wilfred grabbed a bottle of Pinot Noir from his belt, and drank some to celebrate. He walked to the inner part of the Stormwind gates, where he had previously left his horse. The paladin mounted it, and rode off towards the Stormwind Cathedral with great speed, and his cloak dancing on the wind again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Umbra Posted January 20, 2009 Author Report Share Posted January 20, 2009 OoC: Well, I might have been overreacting, but I don't want units of significance to appear too early. The Nerubians might have a part to play yet. Oh, and again: No game terms, please. "Trainer" in particular. "Master", "Elder", "The guild" are all fine, but no trainers. Seraighin could move no more than a few feet before feeling someone's eye on her. She looked around, and saw a mounted man riding directly towards her on a brown steed. "You there! Night elf!" The rogue looked for an escape route, but found none. As the man climbed off his horse, she started to recognize him. Only a second later, her mind proved correct. "Marcus Jonathan, captain of the Stormwind Guard." He smiled at Seraighin. "You fought like none I've seen before, elf. I didn't think your kind still had it." He nodded. "There'll be a meeting in the throne chamber later on; I wish for you to be there. Three hours before dusk." With those words, he led his horse away. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fenrir Posted January 21, 2009 Report Share Posted January 21, 2009 Travitor smiled. Graal was sleeping after the battle and they where under a rather large tree. He was leaning on his staff watching to see if any more zombies would come. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Umbra Posted January 21, 2009 Author Report Share Posted January 21, 2009 At the Cathedral, things were rather quiet. The battle had lasted a few hours, and the victory had given the townspeople the time they needed to flee the city. The streets of Stormwind were almost deserted, save for the few defenders that patrolled regularly. The canals were as dirty as ever, Wilfred noted as he crossed the bridge to the cathedral. Just a few minutes later, he was greeted by a paladin. "May the light guide us, fellow. What is your business at the Cathedral?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fenrir Posted January 21, 2009 Report Share Posted January 21, 2009 Travitor yawned. Everything was going fine, too fine. Graal was already sleeping, snoring loudly. Travitor sat next to Graal with his oak staff to his left. It's emerald gem shining. OoC: Anything for meh? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
~The Red Crusader~ Posted January 22, 2009 Report Share Posted January 22, 2009 "Hello, fellow paladin. I am here to see Lord Grayson Shadowbreaker, our master. I want to get some teachings from him." Wilfred replied, as he bowed to his colleague. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Final Fantasy Revolution Posted January 23, 2009 Report Share Posted January 23, 2009 Arael went back to the inn, that was now open because the fights were over, and sat at a small table to plan out his next moves. I wonder if they'll let us leave now that the dead have started to fall back. I highly doubt it, they'll most likely use us as cheap fighting sources while were here. Arael then sat back in his chair and waited for a commander to tell him what to do... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fenrir Posted January 24, 2009 Report Share Posted January 24, 2009 Travitor mounted Graal and aheaded for an inn. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vector Nightmare Posted January 24, 2009 Report Share Posted January 24, 2009 [[OoC: This is still running, yes?]] Seriously. Seraighin was sitting on the edge of the docks, brooding over her continuous bad luck while tossing stones over in the water. She had no desire whatsoever to attend a meeting in the throne room, of all things, and it stood in her immediate plans to leave Stormwind as soon as possible. But that was easier said than done, for even though the restrictions were presumably lifted, no ship was sailing from the harbor, and Seraighin would probably gouge her own eyes out before attempting to run through the gates into Elune-knows-how-many zombies were still roaming Elwynn Forest after the invasion. And she didn't think she'd make it out on a Gryphon, either - after the siege, those birds should be kept under close watch due to their immense battle potential. So she was stuck here, with nothing to do - noone was really on the streets after the fight, everyone was either at an inn celebrating, or at their homes, rejoicing that they had yet another day to live, or at their posts, and Seraighin knew much better than to start dealings with the guards. But even if she didn't, they'd find her out sooner or later, request to know why she hadn't attended the meeting as ordered, look into her past... Seraighin sighed. No choice, then. With the remnants of daylight fading away from the skies of today's bitter victory, Seraighin started off for Stormwind Keep and the chamber of the throne. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wuu. Posted January 24, 2009 Report Share Posted January 24, 2009 Ooc: I'm sorry to bother you with all the of story questions, but i don't know where to go. Please guide me a bit Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Umbra Posted January 25, 2009 Author Report Share Posted January 25, 2009 OoC: Check the Wiki's articles for where to go for your respective elders. "The ranger with the guns and the druid?" The soldier thought for a few seconds. "I think they were headed for the inn on Main Street." The questioner, a man wearing a long black robe and hood, with silver lines along the arms and legs, nodded and thanked the soldier. A few moments later, he entered the inn. The barkeeper, a woman that might once have been beautiful, was busy serving her only two guests. The man recognized the two night elves immediately, and stepped forward. "Good evening, elves." Travitor and Arael turned to the man, who dropped his hood. "I am Mer'Khan, High Sorcerer of Stormwind." The man proved to be an elf like themselves, but of a different kind: Mer'Khan was among those that called themselves blood elves, whose homeland had been wrecked by the Scourge. Apparently, not all of them had remained in Quel'Thalas. "My master wishes to meet you. He resides in the sewers beneath the city." The paladin nodded at Wilfred, and bowed half-heartedly. "Of course. Come with me." Wilfred followed his fellow paladin through the cathedral, until he arrived to a small room no more than seven feet across. On the other side of the room, in a carved wooden chair, sat the Grandmaster of the order; sir Shadowbreaker himself. He nodded at Wilfred. "What have you come for, paladin?" Morthas arrived at the Slaughtered Lamb, home of Stormwind's warlocks. As the warlock entered the building, he felt at home. The shadowy presence that was his line of work, what others feared so much, was always here. A man wearing a richly ornamented red and purple robe stepped forward. "Greetings, Goldleaf. Yes, we know who you are. You if anyone should know that the eyes of a warlock spread wide. We know you seek our training, for a bit of our knowledge to be yours. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aesirson Posted January 25, 2009 Report Share Posted January 25, 2009 "Yes..." Morthas replied. "I'm still a novice in the learning of demons and destruction." He said and bowed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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