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May 26, 2009 17:48:34 GMT -5
Post by Ariessya on May 26, 2009 17:48:34 GMT -5
Kaalora stepped down on her left knee and waited until Andorath stood. She looked around her in awe; there was no other place like this that she had seen. She pushed her hair behind her ear, not caring if anyone recognized her. Kaalora was shy and skittish. Her courage and strength had surprised when she had left her 'home'. Now, as she walked into such a strange place, she felt so lost and small. Instinctively, she pressed closer to Andorath.
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Jun 22, 2009 16:40:19 GMT -5
Post by †Lak† on Jun 22, 2009 16:40:19 GMT -5
(OOC: IJ, should we get more pictures of the capital cities for Non-WoW RPers? IF: www.worldofwconline.com/gallery/albums/wallpapers/ironforge_wallpaper_1024x.sized.jpgIF Entrance: wow.bot6.com/silverbearsociety/sbs_IronForge1.jpg)The sound of steel boots on stone echoed through the entrance of Ironforge, the dwarven capital city. Down the passage to the city was a fork left and right, around a large statue of some dwarfen king who's name Kryker forgot. A pair of short guards were stationed outside the entrance, barely up to mid-thigh. As Kryker walked closer, both dwarves acted with trained reflexes. One ran at Kryker with a drawn hammer while the other pulled his already loaded musket up. Kryker grinned. Rushing forward with his Rune Blade pointed down to the dwarf's neck level, Kryker side-stepped the dwarf as he thrust the edge under the dwarf's beard. His head was decapitated off his shoulders before the second dwarf could fire a shot. As the second guard pulled the trigger on his weapon, Kryker pulled his blade up and faced the flat side of the sword to the gun. The musket shot smashed against the sword, and was scattered into shrapnel. Kryker held his Rune Blade in his right hand and with his left he gripped the last dwarf guard by the neck. The guard was 4 feet off the ground. "Where's your King?" Kryker said, his voice booming. The dwarf spat in Kryker's face. Without flinching, Kryker rammed his sword through the dwarf's chest. The dwarf was dead before his spit hit Kryker's dark green cheek. Two groups of dwarven guards rounded the forked passage down the hall with guns drawn. They were too far away for Kryker to attack without being hit first. Kryker pulled his sword above his head. Harnessing the power of darkness that permeated around his sword, Kryker slashed down with all his force and the dark energy flowed out in the path his sword went. The violet band of raw power arched out, speeding through the corridor. The groups scattered as the band smashed into the giant stone statue. It crumbled from the hit and broke into pieces! Kryker stood up straight and walked down the rest of the hall, the debris of the old statue had killed and wounded the group of dwarves. Stepping over and on the rubble and corpses, Kryker moved into the heart of the city. As he made his way though the city, thousands of people either ran or stayed to fight Kryker. Those who did not flee, Kryker smote with his Rune Blade. As he made his way into the Great Forge, the heart of Ironforge. The Great Forge was the heart and soul of dwarven culture, where all of their ingenious creations and weapons were made. At its center was the famed Great Anvil, where some of the best dwarven blacksmithing trainers could be found. Ringed around the Great Forge were a great deal of shops as well as the High Seat, the court of the High King Magni Bronzebeard. Stepping into the High Seat, Kryker was met by a small battalion of guards and a variety of heroes, all ranging in race and class. It seemed that when Kryker broke into Ironforge, all the nations under the Alliance got the message. Far behind the brigade was the King of Ironforge and a female emissary of Stormwind. Kryker lowered his weapon. "I am not here for your head yet, Bronzebeard. I have come to give you and all the Alliance and all the Horde a warning." The battalion broke into yells and whispers, but the King raised a hand. The voices extinguished. "Continue." "The Lich King is dead, and you return to wage war with the Horde. You all are fools. I, Kryker, will destroy the Alliance and the Horde in one month. My might is far worse that the Lich Kings, but you will see that soon enough..." As Kryker finished, no one spoke. Kryker snapped his fingers and behind him a death gate rose. It acted as a one way portal, like one a mage could make, but it looked like a doorway made of swirling darkness. taking a step backwards to the gate, Kryker saw the few death knights in the battalion make their way forward to chase him. Only death knights could use a normal death gate, but the one he made worked only for him. As the darkness in the gate consumed him, Kryker felt himself fall, deep into darkness, until his feet hit ice and snow. Kryker looked up and he knew he was back in his secluded and well hidden camp in Icecrown. If his actions did not pass to the Horde, he would have to make a second trip and issue his warning to a Horde capital. Kryker took a deep breath. "...It has begun..."
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Jun 22, 2009 16:54:22 GMT -5
Post by Darkie on Jun 22, 2009 16:54:22 GMT -5
Halfa looked around the room. It was no surprise to her how lavishly decorated it was, this was for the high class Blood Elves after all. Kaalora seemed a bit scared, as she pressed closer to Andorath. Elkanor blinked as he scanned the room, sniffing to see if there was anything to eat. Andorath led them through the vast room, and pointed to another elf who was bending over a stack of books. The elf's back was turned to them, but Halfa could make out her slender shape beneath her royal outfit. Andorath stepped forward and gave a small cough. The elf lady looked up and turned to face them, slightly startled at their unexpected entrance. " Lady Sylvanas..." Andorath began.
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Jun 22, 2009 22:32:12 GMT -5
Post by IJ on Jun 22, 2009 22:32:12 GMT -5
(OOC: Yeah I'm gonna take some screenshots of the Undercity tomorrow, as well as finish my WotDA post) The large and vast chamber that was known as the Royal Quarter of the undercity was decorated better compaired to the rest of the subterranian city. Its defenses were astounding as well, there was no entrance other than the long hallway leading to the chamber, allowing for a perfect bottle-neck effect to take place. A horned skull adorned the now present throne in the center of the chamber, its eyes still glowing green. It was the skull of Varimathras, a dreadlord that had once pledged service to Sylvanas then during the war against the Lich King betrayed her along with several of her undead in an attempt to summon Kil'jaeden to the world once again, however as Kael'thas he failed as well. "Elves, and a Tauren... Speak quickly! I do not have time for idle chit chat, I am the queen of the und-" Andorath stoof up, raising himself to the dignified posture that all scions of Quel'Thalas had. Sylvanas had also maintained her's, realising that she was not in the posture as well she immediatley corrected her posture to fit Andorath's. "Lady Sylvanas, forgive our intrusion. I come to you as an emissary from Silvermoon, recently we were attacked by two members of the Alliance, a high elf by the name of Thanduil Sunblade and a Darnassian Night Elf attacked Silvermoon City. We captured one of them for questioning only to have him taken away by a mysterious force. The Darnassian escaped to our dismay. However... As is customary with our people I did bring you a gift." Andorath pulled out a black leather bag and handed it to Sylvanas. She opened it up and poured its contents on the floor. "I assumed you'd be familiar... or at least know something about this substance." "Yes... at least some of it... part of it is made up from ground bones and dried muscle, something the Ebon Blade calls Corpse Dust, its used as an aid to Death Knights who are not skilled enough in the dark arts to pull a corpse to life from the ground. Theres... snow? I'm almost certain that there is snow in here! The last part though.. I don't know what it is... but whatever it is, it seems to suck the light from around it." "It was left behind after the high elf vanished." "Who might be the Tauren and Blood Elf that you brought with you?" "The Tauren's name is Halfa and the one who you think is a Blood Elf is actually a Half Elf, Kaalora Icefang." "I see the one who had the bounty on her head... Andorath I will inform Thrall, Vol'jin and Carine for you, however I'd like you to remain here in the undercity while my apothecaries try to determine the origins of this "dust". By the way Andorath shouldn't Kaalora be in custody in Silvermoon?" "By my edict she is protected so long as she is in Quel'Thalas." "Then by mine she shall be protected not just in Tirisfal and Silverpine but in all of Lordaeron that we control. This may sound awkward but I shall have our best crypts prepared for you and your two friends." "Three, an Orc still resides in Silvermoon and we shall summon him to our quarters tonight" As the three left the room Andorath breathed a sigh of relief, should he have been a troll, an orc or a tauren Sylvanas might have not been so understanding.
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Jun 24, 2009 16:15:05 GMT -5
Post by †Lak† on Jun 24, 2009 16:15:05 GMT -5
Kryker twirled his blade with his fingers, his minions staring at him with blank dull looks. 'Maggots... all of them are expendable and useless. I need someone who can be an asset to me.' Kryker stopped twirling his massive sword and his eyes opened wide. The old Lich King had agents whom he called upon. One he remembered vividly was the once-mortal mage Kel'Thuzad, whom the Lich King rose from the dead as a lich.
'If the Lich King can do it, so can I.'
Kryker moved quickly to the sanctum where the ancient Rune Blade once rested. Deep under the ice, he found the old cavern. The walkway still had the set of boot prints in the layer of snow when he entered the first time. He walked with a fast pace to the platform suspended above bottomless cavern. Laying in the shallow snow was Thranduil, his body untouched by rot from the cold.
Kryker pointed his blade at the remains. He could feel the soul of Thranduil in the sword shift chaotically. He had to made sure the soul was what ruled the body, so that he could work efficiently with full control. With the might of his will, Kryker sent the soul back to his body and bound the two together with the powers of unholy darkness. There was a rush of wind in the cavern as a violet bolt of energy arced like lighting between the Rune Blade's tip and Thranduil's remains. His body rose out of the snow and off the ground, his arms stretched out and his back arched. Thranduil's soul left the blade and bound to his body again.
'I wonder... if being locked in the Rune Blade... would make the elf's soul stronger?' Confirming his curiosity, Kryker could feel the cold, dark, power radiating off the elf as Thranduil dropped back to the ground, landing on his hands and feet.
"Welcome back to Icecrown, my new High General."
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Jun 25, 2009 0:10:27 GMT -5
Post by Dan the Man on Jun 25, 2009 0:10:27 GMT -5
Thranduil felt cold. A cold that wasn't a temperature, but a feeling. He no longer felt feelings of happiness, only anger. No feelings of love, only hate. No feelings of peacefulness, only warmongering. He stood up, and looked at the Death Knight in front of him, his master Kryker.
"I live to serve, my lord." Thranduil said, bowing. "What is your bidding, my master?" "You are my High General, and you are to lead my troops against one of the pitiful alliances when the time comes." Kryker replied. "Your will be done, my lord." Thranduil said.
He stood up, and looked at his newly resurrected body. The tone of his skin had faded to a grey, and his long hair had turned white like snow. His armor, however, remained silver.
"This color does not fit a death knight." Thranduil said. He muttered a few words, and the once silver armor turned a solid black. He unsheathed his sword, the blade glowing with a sinister blue aura. He felt a dark satisfaction with himself.
"I will not fail you, my lord."
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Jun 25, 2009 1:00:07 GMT -5
Post by †Lak† on Jun 25, 2009 1:00:07 GMT -5
Kryker chuckled. "I know you wont..."
Together they strode out of the cavern, back to Kryker's lair nearby. In a dimly lit hall, Kryker had out on a long stone table a map of every alliance and horde city. His finger traced the lines of the Undercity. "We still need to make ourselves known to the Horde... I doubt the Alliance wants to let them know they were attacked so easily during a time of war..." said Kryker. "Would you like me to lead a skirmish against a Horde city, then?" Thranduil replied, his voice sounded as if eager for destruction. Or maybe Kryker was imagining things. "Not yet, i will personally see to that... I would rather have you lead a strike team on the Stormwind Harbor..."
Thranduil's eye brow raised ever so slightly. "Stormwind?" "Yes. Without their harbor, their largest boats are cut off from their Night Elf and Draenei allies. Not to mention, they wont be able to reach Northrend by normal means." Kryker said, cackling. "Show them what a death knight really is. We have at our disposal armies of fallen soldiers here in Northrend. Take as many as necessary and go with my grim blessing, my High General."
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Jun 25, 2009 7:47:07 GMT -5
Post by IJ on Jun 25, 2009 7:47:07 GMT -5
For being the home of undead Andorath thought that his companions seemed to actually like the crypt they were in. Andorath didn't mind at all, he enjoyed the hospitality the forsaken showed him, and as such he always showed them the same if they ever came to silvermoon. "Ok.. before we decide on our next move we need to sum-" One of the undead walked into the room. "Pardon my interruption Lord Sunwing, but we have already begun the summoning ritual in the Magic Quarter, your orc friend will be here shortly." Andorath could tell he was a mage, so it might be a good idea to advise Sylvanas on defense. "Your a mage... correct?" "Yes.." "I want you deliever this letter to Sylvanas, it advises her on adding defenses to the undercity in the event of the Alliance attacking again... and maybe using THAT plague again." "The one that HE made?" "Yes... THAT one." "As you will Lord Sunwing" Andorath had finished writing the letter, he singed it and to make sure that few people could read it he wrote the entire letter in Thalassian. He rolled it up and grabbed a red candle and dropped wax onto it. Taking out what looked like a stamp he pressed one end onto the wax, reavealing the Seal of the Sunwing Dynasty. He handed it to the mage. "Go with all haste mage, and ask her to send a reply! Now our next move... after we rest, it might be best if we train to fortify ourselves. Any other suggetsions?"
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Jun 25, 2009 11:31:35 GMT -5
Post by Dan the Man on Jun 25, 2009 11:31:35 GMT -5
Thranduil walked around the cold death that had become Icecrown over the past years, looking for the lingering souls of fallen great soldiers who died during the assault on the Lich King. Whenever he found an extremely strong warrior, warlock, or death knight, he resurrected them. Eventually he had around 300 soldiers ready, 100 of each class.
"We need a swift transportation though." Thranduil said. "I have that." Kryker replied. He motioned to the left, then grinned as four dracoliches flew towards them. The dracoliches were huge, more than enough to carry the troops.
Thranduil loaded his troops on the dracoliches, and jumped on the head dracolich as the troops flew towards Stormwind. The harbor would fall under Thranduil's new found power.
A few hours later, Thranduil and his strike force of 300 resurrected warriors, death knights, and warlocks made it to the harbor. It was the dead of night, and Thranduil saw the few guards that were protecting it were sound asleep. Jumping off the head dracolich, Thranduil flew with pinpoint accuracy right between the guards, dispatching each one before they had a chance to move. He signaled to the sky, and watched as the four dracoliches unloaded their troops.
Thranduil and his troops razed the harbor to the ground. His warlocks destroyed the mightiest of the humans' ships. His warriors destroyed the nearby buildings inside and out. He kept his death knights nearby, however, in case the humans launched a counter attack.
The humans did not disappoint. He saw hundreds of soldiers marching their way towards the harbor, with heroes of Alliance races leading the way. Their total number reached around 500, but they were mere militia, with a few lowly heroes looking for glory.
"Death knights, attack!" Thranduil shouted, charging the lead hero, a human paladin.
The paladin charged at Thranduil, and began murmuring words for a spell. However, Thranduil decapitated him before he finished. His death knights chopped their way through the enemy's ranks, slaying the humans with ease. Those few that were still alive began routing. His death knights began chasing, but Thranduil held them back.
"We're done here. It is time to head back to our master." Thranduil said. He and his troops got onto the dracoliches and flew away from the destroyed harbor, burning ships, and Stormwind troops that were running in their direction.
His troops landed in Icecrown, and Thranduil went to give his master the news. He entered the dark abode where Kryker was planning his next attack.
"My lord, the attack went flawlessly. The human port has been utterly destroyed." Thranduil told his master.
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Jun 29, 2009 18:40:37 GMT -5
Post by †Lak† on Jun 29, 2009 18:40:37 GMT -5
"Excellent."
With the Alliance bruised, Kryker could begin focusing on the target he cared for most. The mighty Horde.
Kryker strode up to his High General and put a hand on his shoulder. "You are a Nightmare among the living, my brother in darkness." Kryker took his hand off Thranduil's shoulder and began walking to the surface, speaking as he did.
"For a long time, i've been contemplating how i could destroy the Horde and the Alliance. I would be best to cut off any means for the armies of both to reach us at our home, and that is why i sent you to attack the Stormwind Harbor... Now we need to destroy one of the Hordes means of transportation, the Undercity's Zeppelin tower. We shall eradicate the Undercity and show the Horde the true meaning of fear."
When they reached the surface, Kryker summoned an army with his Rune Blade, and mounted one of the four dracoliches he had at his disposal, tokens of the Lich King's downfall. His High General mounted the second dracolich and two hundred troops boarded the two spare undead dragons.
It was raining when they landed in the Tirisfal Glades, the eerie forest was cloaked in eternal gloom. From the sky, Kryker could see the Zeppelin Tower outside the ruins of Lordaeron, where the Undercity hidden. Pushing the dracolich into a dive, Kryker yelled. "Burn!"
The Dracoliches opened their mouths and in unison they breathed blue fire on the Tower. The two Zeppelins thet were docked we engulfed in the blaze, and the gasses inside the balloons hisses. There were a pair of thundering explosions, and the two blimps fell in balls of fire.
Kryker landed the undead dragons and snapped his fingers. The two hundred soldiers formed into ten groups of twenty. "The time has come. Minions! Attack!"
(OOC: The battle for the Undercity has begun. Be sure to be heroic and awesome =P)
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Jun 29, 2009 23:13:10 GMT -5
Post by IJ on Jun 29, 2009 23:13:10 GMT -5
(OOC: I just found out that my character's name was actually used in WoW Andorath is one of the High Priest's of the Scourge in An'Kelah) Andorath felt the vibrations of heavy material hitting the ground. He woke Kaalora and Halfa. "I have a bad feeling, I think it best that we go to Sylvanas immediately." He grabbed their hands and teleported to the Royal Quarter. "Lady Sylvanas, I felt some vibrati-" Andorath noticed some dirt fall from the ceiling. "We're under attack Andorath, my people are fighting the enemy in the courtyard above. I was waiting for you so the four of us could attack together." Andorath did feel a little left out, he was the only one that wasn't good with a bow... no matter he could just craft a magic one made of arcane energies if he felt nessiscary. "I'm honored to be fighting at your side mi'lady, by the way did you recieve the letter?" "Yes, the physical defenses of the city we're applied except for the ruins above, and my apothecaries have finished preparing THAT strand and are loading the Blightspreaders (OOC: For you non-WoW players or if you play.. just on the alliance >.> a Blightspreader is basically a catapault that fires barrels filled with toxic material in this case to both the undead and the living) as we speak." Sylvanas walked over to a chest behind her a pulled out four gas masks. "These masks were left over from the battle at Angrathar, wear them, they'll protect you from the plague. I've lost my city once to Arthas and his scourge long ago and then once to my own general Varimathras, I shall NOT LOSE IT AGAIN!" She raised her hand and spoke some strange words... they weren't Thalassian, or in Gutterspeak, or Orcish for that matter... no he slightly recognized these words. They were the corrupting words of Ere'dun that drove many insane. "A'Kreesh X Gavan no Thak!" The group was surrounded by a thick black smoke, once it faded they found that they were now in the midst of the fight. "Andorath, Halfa, Kaalora fight like you never have before! BASH'A NO FALOR TALAH, TASTE THE CHILL OF TRUE DEATH!" Andorath jumped around the battle field, destroying undead with his magic. They were undead though, and he wasn't using much holy magic. "ANAR'ALAH BELORE! BY THE LIGHT OF THE SUN FIGHT ON BRAVE WARRIORS OF THE FORSAKEN!" Hopefully the Blightspreaders would be ready soon, if not word of the battle will hopefully have reached Silvermoon and Orgrimmar soon.
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Jun 30, 2009 12:21:22 GMT -5
Post by Ariessya on Jun 30, 2009 12:21:22 GMT -5
Kaalora shrank away from Sylvanas' passionate anger. She was... pretty scary when it came to the safety of her city. Wow, for a runaway scion with a treasury of gold on her head, you're pretty pathetic, said the doubtful voice in the back of her head. Kaalora looked up to Andorath, and she just saw determination on his face. She accepted the fact that she had to fight... Even though she had never actually had to fight in her whole life. And she had no magical ability. Well, I have that dagger, she thought, wondering if that would actually help her...
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Jul 9, 2009 20:03:17 GMT -5
Post by Darkie on Jul 9, 2009 20:03:17 GMT -5
Word of the attack on the Undercity had reached Halfa's ears. Grabbing her quarterstaff, she charged into the room. Andorath and Lady Sylvanas were preparing for battle. A wreath of black smoke enveloped the group, transporting them into the midst of the battle. Halfa roared, changing into the form of a horned lion, and leapt into the fray. If the Undercity was under seige now, other major cities of the Horde could be in danger, Silvermoon, Orgrimmar, and... Halfa's eyes widened with fear, Thunder Bluff was a possible target for these attacks! Right now, she had to focus on fighting, that had to be taken care of first. If they lost the Undercity to this enemy army, or manage to defend it, she'd pack up and leave for Thunder Bluff and Bloodhoof Village as soon as possible. Hopefully she could also deliver word of this new enemy that had arisen to Cairne Bloodhoof and the ambassador of Thunder Bluff, get them prepared for any of these attacks that would, and possibly will follow.
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Jul 20, 2009 8:37:27 GMT -5
Post by IJ on Jul 20, 2009 8:37:27 GMT -5
"Holy Wrath!" Beams of white light shot out of Andorath striking several undead. He had face the undead scourge before, they were an endless army. Endless, but mindless. Any scourge legion had to have a leader, otherwise the soliders would have no idea what to do. He looked back to the entrance before the elevators, The Blightspreaders were in place, now the plague just needed to taken to the spreaders. Once they were ready Sylvanas would give the word to push in a final attack. He placed his left hand straight infront of him, forming an object made of magic was no easy task. It took a bit but after a few moments and knocking ghouls and undead away from him, which made it take longer. A large golden bow formed in his hand, it wasn't a normal bow, this one fired spells. "Fireball..." A ball of red flame formed in his empty hand, and as he tried to throw it at a ghoul in front of him the ball didn't leave his hand. Could this be one of the effects of the bow? He had never really created one before. He placed the ball where he would normally place an arrow, and pulled back. Despite him having no skill with a bow he knew the basics of how to use one. Letting go of the flaming drawstring the spell flew from the bow peircing through four undead and setting them ablaze. This bow gave his spells more distance and peircing abilities! He tried it again firing it at more nearby undead. Unfortunatley it only hit one undead and didn't peirce through it. It seems that it was only a chance, regarless it was a useful boon.
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Jul 23, 2009 11:24:09 GMT -5
Post by Dan the Man on Jul 23, 2009 11:24:09 GMT -5
Thranduil slashed through undead like they were butter. His sword seemed to laugh with evil laughter at the easiness in which he killed them. He was looking around for a good opponent, and he found one killing his soldiers in the form of a horned lion.
"Druid! Come and meet your maker!" Thranduil shouted. The lion turned its head, and charged, claws ready to kill. Before the lion could make it to him, he blasted it away with a force of dark energy. The lion flew into a wall, passed out.
Thranduil continued cutting down other undead that were fighting near him.
(OOC: Sorry Dark, but defeating my guy later in the rp needs to be a challenge, so he has to be strong right now.)
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