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Gronar, Location: Suramar(Plaza).-"I've indeed never seen an Orc before, Gronar." Tyrande confirmed with a nod of her face, her voice revealed complete sincerity. She indeed had no knowledge of him or his people." And I'm pretty sure the location you speak of doesn't exist anywhere near Suramar. Unless it's to the edge of Kalimdor or outside the empire..." She added slowly, thinking about it, but no." Still no one I know has heard or mentioned orcs before..."
"Zombies? What's that?" She was confused here. Necromancy wasn't really a craft here quite yet. In fact it was yet to be invented and put in motion by the Legion here, but there was no way she'd know that... or Gronar for that matter."A portal you say? Did the men of word Ravencrest hear this?" She asked and looked at the guards nearby.
"The one who just vanished was speaking about something like that a vortex of magic and time or something, but they believed him as much as they'd believe a troll... The execution is being scheduled for a few days from now, after all information is extracted from this beast." The guard replied while a mage arrived to check how the human vanished. They knew a great power pulled him out, but didn't know how and who.
"Why you..." The golden eyed nightelf narrowed his eyes in anger as his fists clenched. The cage around Gronar was starting to heat up as magic was woven, but the priestess suddenly put a hand on his and the magic was stopped by the younger nightelf before the woman realizes what he was doing.
"Illidan, that's enough!" Tyrande stated, slightly disappointed by her childhood friend. In the temple they were teaching her that all life was sacred and so was Cenarius. She was going to try speaking to the Head priestess of the temple to plead Lord Ravencrest for mercy for Gronar... and talk to Malfurion about it, maybe Cenarius had a way." Gronar, I will try to plead the Lord for mercy. I will come by later to visit you again." She said with a kind smile.
"Tyrande!" Illidan objected, but she just waved him off and asked him to escort her back to the temple. As they were leaving, he threw an furious glare at Gronar as strong pain would strike the orc's body just for a moment, but not strong enough to make him cry out.
(Gronar is now left alone without visitors, but still heavily guarded for roughly 12 hours(daytime). Food would be given to him as per the priestess's demand. Should he falls asleep his dreams would be plagued by nightmares of fighting the Legion. You have free reign to decide what monologuing and flashbacks and the like to do if any. Around sunset on the next day, he would spot the priestess heading his way with another young man around her age. Someone near identical facewise to the golden eyed one, but this one had the usual for his race silver eyes. He also wore really simple clothing in natural colors without any trinkets.)
Heda Runeclaw
Location: Ancient Forest(???) - Cenarius Glade
Seeing Fabios's attitude the demigod burst in laughter, it was like the entire forest came to joyful life. Trees were swaying, birds chirping and so on. Eventually he stopped laughing, but simply nodded. Heda on the other side waited no second suggestion, she tore away a hind leg from the roasted animal which to her size was like holding a chicken leg. She then started eating from it in huge hungry bites until there was nothing left of it. The Forest god looked with curiosity as she did so and even more so when the tattooes on her body glowed as she began shrinking until she was about half her size, now being closer sizewise to a nightelf. Cenarius was now really surprised cause that was not the magic of the night elves.
"That magic you are using..." He said as he studied the patterns on her body." Resemble the likes of the Earthen." He stated and looked at the Paladin." While your's is a lot... purer... divine in origin, but you are not a follower of the Moon Goddess." Cenarius mused to himself. It was like he could see through Fabios and the paladin felt that he was indeed seen through even his secret, but the demigod did not say it aloud.
As she also devoured a foodd and drank some water, Heda let out a satisfied moan as she bowed to Cenarius, she threw a look at the paladin and whispered.' Pay some proper respect, you are in the presence of one of Azeroth's oldest defenders.' She warned the paladin.
"Now that you both have eaten some, I suppose we should talk. I'd very much like to hear how two such strange creatures such as the two of you appeared in these lands." The Demigod's voice grew stern.
"Excuse me, Cenarius, but where exactly are we?" Heda asked.
"Kalimdor of course. Not too far from Zin-Azshari, which the well oversees." Was the reply and that reply struck her like a speeding dragon. Her knees nearly lost the ability to support her body.
'Avoid location names...just speak vaguely without names... will explain later...'She whispered in human so only Fabios will hear and understand.
Priscilla Harker
Location: Second Deck(Stairs)->Second Deck(Mosi's Room)
Skills: N/A
Skills: N/A
There wasn't much to do now as Mosi walked to the door of her room. Frankly she herself usually would have been up and running for a while more, but she felt tired. Too much location changing lately on top of the fever and pain she went through earlier. This was it for tonight, tomorrow was going to be a brand new day and after a good night's sleep, she was going to br so much more energetic and able to locate fun stuff to do.
With a smile and tired expression, she walked to her door, unlocked it, entered and locked it behind herself." Ahh... quiet again." She mused as she started to undress and change into her sleepwear in no rush. Once that was done and over with, she sat down on the bed, pulling her sketchbook and a trusty pencil. She drew a line then closed the sketchbook on the pencil and placed them underneath her pillow. Then finally rested her tired body down, her eyes looking up and her ears filled with the sounds of a ship.
Slowly her eyes were closing down as last fleeting logical thoughs were appearing and vanishing as leave on the flow of a river. In the end with a smile, she was already asleep, her mind wandering to the world of dreams where everything was possible.
Amelia Payne
Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Former Sauna Room)
Skills: N/A
Sure flipping enough no amount of encouragement by even her love could change reality. Eventually a man did show up, the one called Shears and damn if Amelia wasn't feeling twitchy already. Yeah they were given a simple choice oils and solitary confinement or well shears. Frankly if she did go for the oils, she'd probably lost it by the end of the first hour, being forced to stay in a room alone. They way they described it, it was more or less pure prisoner like treatment and no matter how he spun it, that simple fact didn't change. Anyways, there was no way she was being cut away from her group... even if what she was about to do, was about to bring her to tears.
"I will take the cut..." She stated with shacky voice as she walked to the chair. She closed her eyes." Just get it done..." Amelia mumbled, tears almost making way onto her face.
Shears took a look at the girls head as he snapped on a pair of latex gloves. He moved quick and before she would know it she would be bald as a new born baby. He applied an oil to her scalp and gave her a good rubbing with a towel before taking a step back. "Alright Red, you're good to go. Just have a seat over there," he said pointing to the other side of the room away from those that still needed to be shaved.
As the procedure finished, she just nodded, didn't speak. She hated this, hated him... actually aside Riley and the rest of the Newnan crew, there wasn't many things she didn't feel hatred towards. She ran away to where she was pointed at, she took a seat and hid her face in her hands, hiding her building up tears. Her hair was the only thing she had left... even if it was to grow back, this made it in no way less degrading in her mind. Sadly it was the lesser of the two evils. That fact too didn't make it feel any better. Never in her life was she without her hair and now she really hoped they would have a hat of some kind to give her, otherwise there was going to be an issue...
Claire Winters
Location: New York City, New York
Interacting With: Olivia@Nallore,@FantasyChic Quinn Peterson
Claire nodded." Going public right now will be the worst case. We do not know how spread out this is and for all we know it could be the killer works for the powers that be or something. Not to mention the guy sees us as only research subjects to further his research and position. He clearly had not given any thought on how announcing this would affect our lives. Best case would be to take him out, but killing is outside the law, so you two better be careful to get caught on camera or some kind of proof. Also if possible do not be alone. Always move where there are many people and if possible do not go out at night alone. If possible carry a self defense weapon." The cop advised them." In theory we could interrogate him for info, but in no way should we agree to help him with anything or allow him DNA samples. On that note, start keeping better track of your places. I suspect he may try to snatch some anyways...maybe a hairbrush."
With her professional advices out of the way, she took a breath and then a sip from the water that Olivia had given her earlier. She rose an eyebrow as apparently they were contacted by people in similar situation as theirs over the phone. Well that was a good move forward, to have a network among them all, next logical step would be to try contact even more people and begin preparing them to save their lives should they be the next target. Or maybe just show them that they weren't alone and this wasn't some freaky dream. That said, she did like her power a lot.
Amelia Payne
Location: Los Angeles, California
Interacting With: Riley@Nalloreand @Jasonhero Fumiko "Kuīn" Nakamura
Amelia certainly felt a lot better knowing there was some security to protect them in their outing tonight. The fact that they were heading for a smaller place was also helping a lot! She wasn'tgoing to feel quite right at a high end place, she never had visited one. Hell even smaller places were a rarity for her, she didn't quite blossom into a social butterfly in college. She didn't overly like parties, but she supposed a college party was way different from a club outing. Especially in the fact that supposedy there might be a way lesser concentrations on mildly high guys hitting on her cause she's that quite girl who's cute and single and probably easy mark. Well she wasn't an easy mark...
"No, I'm fine too." Amelia replied when the waitress reappeared. She was finishing up her meal now and hadn't quite finished or even halfed the bear, but she had drank enough. She looked at Riley and Fumiko. Since the bill was getting settled, she asked." We should get going now, right?" There was a lot to do in the following hours and she did want to hole out in her room for a little to mentaly prepare for the outing. Then there was the fact she wanted to arrange her portfolio also to show to Fumiko.
Prima Rave
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Skills: Perceptiom
Hit Points: 6
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People weren't really paying her any attention, at least from the people already inside here. They seemed to be chatting up by the piano. Still the four men and the woman seemed like they were minding their own business, so she wasn't going to be butting in with them. She thought nodded as Moss also came after her, guess he had the same opinion of not heading for the sound of guns." Alright." She replied to him as he went for a seat.
As Rave was wondering what to do now that she was in the ballroom, she thought of something and walked over to the eastern side of the ballroom, or at least what she thought was probably the east side. There at the first window and she looked outside. She then looked out the window, trying to see what was going on in the darkness outside and trying to spot the other windows she could from her position.
The outside was dark... Felt like a darkness beyond the darkest pitch. She couldn't really see anything outside and even to the windows of the building. It felt really weighting on her, a kind of opressive atmosphere that crushed you. There was loneliness in everything at this place. No one to trust and even the world felt somehow closed off and limited to the imterior of this Manor by the dark night. Alone and locked in with uncertainties and danger.
@Marrok Alright approved, but Im giving a rule for the demon summoning. It will be harder to pull off than usual. Whenever you wish to summon or change a demon, you will have to ask. As we've got Legion commanders and warlocks running around too. Move him over. Feel free to post your intro post when you can but indeed stop at being vortex swallowed, will give you an location update and the like in the next update after your post
Constantin Kolev
Location: Port Annan(Docks)
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive), Perception
Ahh Earth, sweet mother of all, so glad was this Firewalker to walk it's soil again. Well sort of he was on the docks right now. The dock was sort of old looking and a second look revealed some loose looking boards." ... Hell no." He stated as he picked himself up, hurrying to his horse and setting it up to be ready for departure, hopping on it a few moments later after he made sure the saddle was well secured. Better on a horse than on a boat! This was his decision and it will forever be! He wanted nothing to do with ports or ships anymore.
As he looked at Vlad, he looked back at the ship." Should shov up soon, I voke him up, so..." Constantin stated as sure enough the comedy routine started with Ludwig showed up. Then rolled down and about until he showed his oblivious face to them, asking what they were doing. The firewalker sighed and looked at the German or more precisely for Dieter, the ferret not the brother." My ferret friend, I have not forgotten my promise. I vill get them foodstuffs for you." He said and looked at Ludwig again.
"Ve heading to the Gretna Greens place." He replied to the German." You do knov the vay there, da?" He asked, the German technically led them here, so he probably knew the way.
@Marrok overall he's pretty much done. Not much I can hold against him though keep in mind given the situation the fel might cause him to face some negative attitude. That said it says he's neutral that's fine but what was he doing on the shores of Northrend to get swallowed by the vortex? Following it's energies in hope of something interesting? Also what's his main demon?
Priscilla Harker
Location: Main Deck(Open Air Lounge-> Stairs to second Deck)->Second Deck(Stairs)
Skills: N/A
Skills: N/A
Luckily for Priscilla, the stairs really weren't far off and with a smile on her face, a tune in her heart and a ticket in her arm, she walked into the stairs only to notice a bunch of familiar faces there." Good evening." She greeted those she recogmizrd. What was most important of this incredibly coincidental meeting was the fact some of them appeared quite wet. Well soaking really, given the rather obvious event that transpired, earlier, Mosi raised an eye brow as she saw Mahendra." Hey, Mahendra, don't tell me you were the one who fell in the water?" She asked as she showed her ticket for verification and got onto the staircase.
"Well, you got to tell me how the hell you managed to do that later." She added with a smile." Better get some good rest tonight. Call if ya need something. I will help if I can." Mosi gave him a promise of aid cause REALLY wanted to hear how he got from the boat into the water. The earlier conversation with the Bella woman was still fresh in her mind and she really wanted to see if it was him butterlegging his way over the rails or someone gave him a little bit of a helping hand." Well I'm going ahead, have a nice evening you all." She smiled and bolted up the stairs like a cat.
As soon as she was on the second deck, she made a sharp turn and headed towards her room. Night was long, it was time to return to the room and figure what to do tomorrow. Maybe try drawing... until she falls asleep.
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