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Post by
Atik
The War of the North, The Second Scourge War, The Fall of the Lich King. All names for the battle of Northerend.
With the demonic forces of the Burning Legion defeated and pushed back from Outland, the eyes of Azeroth turned towards the snowy land to the north. The Lich King's return grabbed their attention with ease; memories of the Third War still fresh in their minds, and the destruction wrought by the undead menace.
And so it was not long before the forces of the Alliance and Horde alike scurried to secure a foothold; reactionary as their always were. Wherever a threat would rise, Azeroth's forces would rise to meet it; and face the Lich King they did.
But, while history may talk of the Argent Crusade, the fall of Icecrown Citadel, and the many well-known battles of the war, there are many stories it does not speak of.
Tales from all around Azeroth, tales not written in books, but in hearts and minds. And many would argue that it is these tales that are the most important.
Yes, it's a Wrath RP. Why? Why not!
It's an open sandbox, which I understand might throw off some of our newer members. But, basically: there's no main plotline, it's just basic RP where you come up with whatever you want to do.
And, well, that's basically it. HAVE FUN! :D
Post by
Atik
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Shadows hung thick within the room, almost acting as reverse light. They seemed to absorb illumination, pulling everything into darkness.
Shapes formed as her eyes adjusted; a chair of sorts with a figure positioned in it. A grinned formed on the Draenei's lips. "Well now, I'm here." She giggled.
"So you are..." Came the response, the voice breaking the darkness as the figure nodded.
Post by
Persen
Eaton Grey
The Argent Stand, Zul'Drak
Eaton Grey is a soldier in heart and bone, formerly sworn to the Argent Dawn and now part of its expeditionary offspring in Northrend. He is athletic and of average height plus an inch or two, has blue eyes and straight brown hair to his neck. He wears a dark plate armor with silver engravings under with the Crusade's tabard. A knight's sword and a hatchet is his weapons of choice, and he carries a heater shield for offence and protection.
"Thank you, quartermaster," Eaton saluted the other Crusader with two quick fingers to his forehead. The quartermaster handed over a bulky burlap bag to the soldier and wiped his hands on the rough pants covering his hips. Eaton gratefully took the sack, and a pleased grin broke out on his face when he felt the surprising weight of it.
"I love you, brother," he commended the generous sergeant and threw the sack over his shoulder. "Take care, my friend," the other replied as Eaton turned away and headed for his men waiting on the western border of the encampment.
Vanessa Bloodwatch
Vengeance Landing, Howling Fjord
SEVERE STOMACH PAIN?
The angry cry echoed over the rolling hills of the Fjord. The people in the new-founded Forsaken town stopped their chores and undertakings and looked in the direction of the noise, but the one female blood elf walking down the central lane did not flinch in her confident steps. Her robes, black silk and deep purple, fluttered lightly in the slipstream of her brisk walk and her side ponytail of matching raven hair bobbed only slightly.
She came up to a freshly erected building on the western side of the road; a two-story construction of dark wood like most others in the town. A pair forsaken soldiers lingered outside, eagerly discussing the apothecary's recent fit. She paid them little attention as she entered, turning right and climbing the staircase. Upstairs was a room with a few people gathered around a table. They were engaged in a heated discussion, pointing and articulating over a map.
The elf stopped in the doorframe and hawked loudly.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Marcus Gordacus Hospes
Location
: Valiance Keep
Marcus stepped into the inn, basking in the warm glow of the fire, a welcome respite from the frozen tundra outside. While he didn't make any threatening moves, a large portion of the inn suddenly became very restless. While Valiance Keep was an Alliance town, many of the more unsavory segments of the population had journeyed there to escape the rule of law in the main kingdoms.
And criminals tend to get skittish when an inquisitor comes to town.
The inquisitor approached a table, taking off his trademark long, brown coat and setting it on the seat next to him. His conical pilgrim style hat went next, followed by a worn trench knife and a scabbard containing a cruciform hilted longsword.
His brace of pistols stayed, however.
He beckoned the innkeeper over. "Chicken," he said. "And bread, cheese and something hot, please."
The innkeeper nodded fervently and went back to the bar, signaling the chef. Marcus nodded, satisfied, and opened what appeared to be a leather bound journal. Pulling out a pen, he began writing in it, brow furrowed in concentration.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ahriman Ashwood
Location
: Valiance Keep
The inquisitor made such an impression it seemed like the good people in the inn were either avoiding to look anywhere in his direction, subtly studying him or trying to somehow do both at the same time; after all, as the common saying went - never near an actual inquisitor, of course, - "That you are yet free is not a feat of yours, but an oversight of ours."
That said, little to no attention was paid to a figure in a weathered woolen robe entering the inn behind Marcus - and while but a few years ago it would outrage the inquisitor's companion, times changed.
The robe's hem reached all the way to his feet encased in armored greaves, stopping just shy of brushing against the floor; its wide sleeves ended above the elbows, revealing the heavy gauntlets protecting his forearms.
The inquisitor's companion pulled out a chair for himself and sat down, the piece of furniture creaking ever so slightly under the weight of a warrior. He drummed his fingers against the wood of the tabletop before reaching to cast back the heavy hood and take off a mask that concealed his face.
"Make that double," Ahriman Ashwood's soft voice entered the innkeeper's ears as he stepped away from the table.
The once self-styled Sin Lord tugged absent-mindedly at a thin braid of hair reaching down from his right temple, then looked pointedly at Marcus.
"Well, we're here."
Post by
Monday
Character
: Marcus Gordacus Hospes
Location
: Valiance Keep
"That we are," Marcus agreed. "Though I propose that we table business until after we eat. Those boats have terrible fare."
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ahriman Ashwood
Location
: Valiance Keep
"On the bright side," Ahriman said with a light smile, his nostrils flaring as he drew in the tantalizing aromas creeping from the kitchen, "I can already tell this will taste heavenly by comparison."
Post by
Persen
Dean Soxlet
Valiance Keep
One of the many pairs of eyes resting on the inquisitor belonged to a middle-aged, black-haired man sitting in the shadowy, stereotypical corner spot. He had a neatly trimmed circle beard of the same colour and a matte black topcoat with scarlet embroideries. A half empty glass of red wine rested in his grip, but the inquisitor seemed to take his attention from it.
He just sat there, not bothering with subtlety. The inquisitor was more than likely used to both stares, glares and glances.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Marcus Gordacus Hospes
Location
: Valiance Keep
"Agreed," Marcus said as the innkeeper approached, bearing two plates of hot food. Marcus inhaled as it was set down, the beginnings of a smile forming... when then morphed into a frown. "What dark beast did this come from?" he growled, jumping to his feet and pulling a pistol from its brace. He leveled it at the innkeeper and thumbed back the trigger.
"I... what are you talking about?" the innkeeper replied, eyes widening at the barrel pointed between his eyes.
"This meat bears the taint of dark magic," Marcus spat. "I can smell it."
"I am an honest business man," the innkeeper replied, cowering slightly. "I did nothing, I swear!"
"Then take me to your kitchen and storerooms," the inquisitor replied. "We'll soon verify the truth of that statement."
Post by
Atik
Vivias Blindhawk
Valliance Keep
From the sight of the Inquisitor's antics, the slighest of smirks crossed the lips of a Night Elven woman sitting at a table on her own. Messy purple hair fell down her her shoulders, one of which simply ended there; at the shoulder. Her right arm missing, the left lifted her drink to her mouth; sipping it.
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470415
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ahriman Ashwood
Location
: Valiance Keep
Ahriman had just torn off a nice, large, juicy drumstick to bite into - without taking off the gauntlets, mind - when his companion began growling.
"A moment, Marc, mind if I check it too?" he asked somewhat sheepishly, letting the meat go. Instead of falling back onto the plate, however, the drumstick floated upwards, rotating clockwise slowly. Ahriman stared at it rather intently, then sighed.
"Sorry to have doubted you in this manner."
The warrior's eyes narrowed and he raised his hand. Air crackled and grew thicker as in a blink of an eye energy gathered around his gauntlet, and then forked white-hot lightning shot out of his fingertips, boring ravenously into the drumstick.
Charred and smoking, the meat collapsed onto the table.
"Now we can go! No way I'm gonna work on an empty stomach. I like my meat deep-fried anyway," the former Sin Lord grinned at Marcus, grabbing his mask with one hand, the drumstick into another, and biting into it cheerfully.
Post by
morginar
Character: Alessora Dawnrunner
Location: Valiance Keep, Borean Tundra
Alessora is a high elven ranger, she is of average hight and build, azure blue eyes, lighly tanned and blonde hair reaching to her shoulders. She wears a forest green silk tunic that is a few inches from reaching her knees, a pair of brown leather boots that goes halfway up her thighs, a dark green mail chestpiece over the tunic, similar to color and metal shoulderpads point out from the cloak that covers half of them, a leaf green cloak with hood that is connected to a dragonhawk shaped brooch on her upper chest. Alessora is armed with a farstrider wooden bow and two elvensteel one-edged shortswords.
Alessora finished her meal and noticed the abnormal silence for the inn witch she now was dining and looked up only to find that some human had began to waving is gun in the air, when the gun was put dow she sighed of relief beneth her hood. Not wanting any problems to arrise so early in her adventure in the frozen north.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Marcus Gordacus Hospes
Location
: Valiance Keep
The innkeeper led them back, passing through one of the storerooms. Marcus passed it over with a glance, then shrugged. "Clear," he pronounced. The innkeeper sagged a little in relief. "You're not done," Marcus said. "Kitchen."
The man flinched and led him into the kitchen, where the butcher looked up. "James, what's all the -" he began, then stopped, locking eyes with Marcus.
"Heretic!" Marcus roared, jumping forward. The butcher stumbled backward and began to glow a deep purple, physically getting larger. He struck with his cleaver, which Marcus narrowly dodged.
As it whistled past his ear, he attacked with the butt of his pistol, knocking the cultist back onto his chopping block. In one smooth movement, Marcus stepped forward, placed the pistol to his forehead, and executed him with one, deafening roar.
As the smoke cleared, Marcus inspected the man closely, then nodded to himself. "Justice is served," he pronounced.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ahriman Ashwood
Location
: Valiance Keep
"That's us, trouble can't help but rear its ugly head around us!" Ahriman chuckled in between mouthfuls of delicious, if once a bit tainted and now a wee on the charred side chicken.
"Nice chicken, by the way," he added, either attempting to somehow lighten the mood, or simply enjoying himself somewhat too much, "Any secret sauce?"
Post by
morginar
Character: Alessora Dawnrunner
Location: Valiance Keep, Borean Tundra
"Who are you exactly? And how do i know that you're truly an solider of the righteous and not something sinester masked as one? Alessora asked in the silence of the inn, as she rose up from her chair and moved a few steps closer to the inquisitors.
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470415
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Richard and Sparkbolt Grindgear
Location: Valiance Keep
Sparkbolt watched as the last of his supplies was unloaded from a ship. The gnome reached up and adjusted his goggles sitting on his short green hair. "Where the fel is Richard?" He swore silently as he started to look around.
Inside the inn a human was sitting at the bar holding a ale in one hand as he watched the scene. "Not even a day here and it's already interesting." He said.
Post by
Atik
Vivias Blindhawk
Valiance Keep
Vivias rolled her eyes at the sight. "Light-thumpers, can't help but starting something."
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