Sinerathin

"Shadows of the Past" Roleplay Interest Check: Looking for more members.

It is a good thing that I have you to bump it for me then, Rithrynn ;)

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

"Cursed rat!" Sounded the raspy voice of the mysterious assassin as his cloak was plastered to the wall behind him with goo, pulling him back by the thread around his neck with a pull that would have damaged most people's throats, but the assassin's breath barely seemed affected. Its bandaged hand bringing a dagger swiftly up to its hood, it cut the cloak off in one quick motion.

But Sharon had not wasted any time when the creature had been trapped.
The High Elf conjured a long shard of razor sharp ice that he shot towards the assassin, whom barely had time to dodge to the side. Yet before the mysterious assailant could fully regain his balance, Sharon had already attacked once again with his sword. The diseased stranger quickly brought up his sword, only to be parried by Sharon's staff. Failing an attempt to block Sharon's sword with his dagger, the High Elf brought the sword up in a cutting potion at the bottom of the assassin's wrist, cutting through the bandages and cutting into the flesh, yet not much blood came out except for a thick, green grease that clang to Sharon's sword.

Angling the sword downwards, he followed up the slice with a thrust against the assassin - plunging his sword down into his chest and in between the man's ribs in a tilted motion.

The assassin took one step back, lowering his head to look at the sword; before looking back up again.

At this close range, Sharon could see through some of the shadows of the man's hood. His mouth was partly covered in dirty bandages, and his face was pale and rotten. The skin was slick like a dead fish, and his eye sockets were empty gaps filled with nothing else but blackness.

"Nice try, elf. Now it's my turn." The undead grinned, before dropping his dagger and grabbing Sharon's sword with his bare hands, holding it in place. Using the split second of confusion for Sharon to his advantage, the assassin lifted his sword to strike at Sharon's hand holding the sword, slicing a clean cut across the back of his hand. Sharon lost the sword and stumbled back with a cry of pain. The assassin now moved his other hand to grab Sharon's sword and pull it out of his torso, now wielding both his own jagged sword and Sharon's Thalassian swiftblade.

"Now the fun sta,-"

*Tchack!*

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

But the undead suddenly cried out in a horrific howl of pain as Lord Greymoon, who had been standing back during the fight, came from behind and buried his silver dagger into the back of the rogue. A loud hiss followed as the blade delved into the undead's being, before Greymoon twisted it around and pulled it out. The creature dropped both of his swords before stumbling forward, falling into the ground where he rolled around before attempting to run again while clasping his hands around his chest as if he was severely ill. Fumbling away from the two men, the undead ran to the edge of the cistern before throwing himself into the filthy waters, vanishing completely from sight.

" ... thank you." Sharon gasped, his pulse pounding, before throwing Lord Greymoon a quizzical look.
"How did you?"

"Sanctified Truesilver Metal, Mister Sharon." Greymoon explained with a half smug, half proud smile on his worn face as he held up the silver dagger next to it.
"Of what you told me of your brother, I figured that if we were going to chase a man who supposedly could command the dead it would be a good idea to come prepared for any eventuality. It's just good business practice."

"We need to help Liaena, can it work?!"

"Yes," Lord Greymoon answered as the two men stepped towards the edge of the cistern to gaze out across the dark sea and maze of pillars and pathways. They could see the faint shimmer of Janice floating in the air out across the water, roughly forty feet away from them while holding Liaena.
Lord Greymoon flipped the truesilver dagger in his hand, holding it by the blade as he raised it up behind his shoulder in a throwing motion; before flinging it out across the cistern towards Janice and Liaena floating above.

But rather than hitting the banshee, or Liaena for that sake, the dagger instead flew past the pair two meters away and continued further down into the cistern, where it collided it a solid wall and fell down onto one of the pathways.

" ... drat... "

"You missed!" Sharon exclaimed.
"With our only weapon!"

"Hey, if I was twenty years younger; I would have made it. For a man of my age, it was a pretty good throw!"

"She's going to die!"

"Uhm... " Greymoon paused, suddenly beginning to pad the pockets of his cape and lordly garments, before shaking his head as he turned back to Sharon.
"I guess we just have to improvise then."

"How?!"

While the two men argued and tried to come up with a plan, Janice laughed out loud in a shrilling voice before moving one of her pointy fingers up to Liaena's eye.

"What do you say, sweetheart. Will giving them a chance increase the drama? Or should I just kill you here and now? Or would that just be anti climatic?" She asked with an almost motherly voice while her finger was dangerously close to piercing Liaena's right eye.

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Sevarian was running for all he could. The black magi reached a small chamber, filled with pools of water to either side, illuminated by multiple sets of brazen torches across the wall, and with a single exit and door around five feet up the wall ahead of them.
A shadowy figure emerged in the small doorway up ahead, kneeling down as he reached ahead, extending his arm to Sevarian.

"Catch my hand, master! I'm here!"

The shadowy acolyte called out to Sevarian whom immedatiate clutched the hand of the shadowy initiate, allowing himself to be raised up to the exit point by the mysterious helper. Serphia and Vashi soon entered the room after them, at which Sevarian whom had successfully scaled the ledge previously turned around and raised his hand to greet them.

"Welcome, and congratulations, dear ancient masters of Kalimdor. I see you have at last reached my dear parlor!" Sevarian said with a proud voice as he graciously bowed to Serphia and Vashi as both the Night Elves entered the room after him.
"It makes me soo happy to know that you'll be staying with us. For a moment, I thought you had no intention of joining us here, in our... illustrious lair, haha."

The waters around them suddenly became disturbed. Emerging from the pools on both sides, skeletal bones and fins suddenly emerged from the muddled waters on both sides. Scrambling at the feet of Serphia and Vashi like critters, they passed the tall elves to erect themselves at the entrance behind them; beginning to form a skeletal barrier of bones and femurs behind the two Night Elves, effectively blocking their path of escape.

But even worse lay yet infront of them.

Emerging from a water chasm up ahead in the narrow room was something else. A creation made out of bone. With the head of a goat, yet the shoulder width of a gorrilla consisting of a collection of cattle, it emerged. A large, skeletal creation arose from the pool ahead of the two elves. Its eyes glowing with a deep green light, it illumated its skeletal head with a cursed, green hue, shadowing the hysterical rage behind it all. The entire creature walked around like a four limbed monkey, with two heavy skeletal forearms and small hind legs, complimented with the skull of a goat. It seemed more like the result of a Necromancer toying around with the bows left behind by a slaughterhouse rather than a cemetary.

All around them, even more creatures of necromantic design began to arose from the filthy waters. Skeletal minions, consisting of cow and chicken bones, with razor sharp claws ascended from the dark depths, and with peering eyes the observed Serphi and Vashi, as though if they had been just served their feast.

"Come minions! Gorge yourself in the glorious slaughter, renew your vigor in the blood of the intruders!" Sounded Sevarians voice across the room, before the evil Sorcerer flicked his wrist, and suddenly the braziers on the walls were extinguished set for set, until the whole room was blackened, except for the green eyes of the undead minions, and the silverly eyes of the Night Elves.

"Let the feast begin, my darling children! Let the feast begin! Fresh meat is served, gorge yourselves in this feast of agony!" The sorcerer's mad voice sounded across the room as the clattering of bones against brick could be heard all around Serphia and Vashi as they were trapped in the total darkness of the room. A bellowing, gutteral roar was sounded from the great creature ahead, hidden in the shadows; before it was followed by heavy steps against the ground, presumably from said skeletal monstrosity.

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“Teleport us out of the sewer. You can do that, can’t you? Can’t you!?”

Sharon threw Liaena an utterly confused look, as the High Elf struggled to get a clear view of the situation. Liaena had just stitched one of the Night Elves to the wall, and was now screaming at him with all urgency to get them out of the sewer?

"By the light, what is going on?!"

"Yes, I heard the noise. I don't think she's alright." Lord Greymoon added, throwing a look at Shani whom despite the numerous darts inearthed in her body, gazed at them with an almost joyful glee.

"But what about Rithrynn, Serphia?"

"DO IT! NOOOOW!"

Liaena's frenzied response made Sharon shamble with his staff as he attempted to remember the incantations for the spell. But as the High Elf struggled to bring out the incantation, another figure began to rise from the water in the cistern. Emerging from the filthy pool, a filthy, drenched robed man rose from the water. He was covered in wool and linen from top to toe, wearing a ragged linen cloak and coil.

"Nice work, Janice. Good to see you saved some for me." The person spoke with a gutteral voice, drenched in filth and mud as he stepped up from the cistern and reached into his cloak. Sharon turned around just in time to see the stranger retract two metallic silver stars from his cloak, before launching them at the High Elf. Sharon immediately interrupted his own incantation to summon a warden to send one of the throwing stars astray. The other one, however, missed the elf's barrier, and embedded itself into Sharon's cuirass, causing the elf to stumble back, but did not penetrate deep enough to cause serious wound.

The figure leaped from the edge of the water onto the shore, sprinting towards the group with utmost haste.

Greymoon drew a silver dagger from his belt in his defense, but the rogue was too far away for the old gentleman to interfere. The sickly man leaped at Sharon, but the High Elf managed to draw his own sword to parry the blade of the mysterious assailant, creating a small space between the two.

In the meantime, 'Shani' gazed at Liaena. A sickening, wicked smile endowing her lips despite the numerous drugs that currently coursed through the Night Elf's veins. Leaning her head back as if to laugh, she opened her mouth.
Within the blink of an eye, the shadowy figure of the banshee appeared once more out of Shani; immediately emerging a few steps ahead, right infront of Liaena. Shooting her hand right up to Liaena's throat, the banshee clutched her long fingers around the human's neck, rising her a few feet above the ground.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii.... darling. What a pleasure it is to meet again, hahahaha!" The banshee let out a manical laughter as it eyed Liaena, face to face. Her ethereal fingers were like icecubes, emitting a steely cold that turned the patch of skin the ghost touched pale.
"How about you and I go for a ride?"

And with that, the banshee, Janice, suddenly floated out across the cister; with Liaena clutched in hand as they levitated across the muddy, dark waters of the sewer. The banshee eyed the little girl like her long lost prize, giving her a wicked smile the further and further they went from Sharon and Greymoon.

"I love the moment, when the innocent watches the defenseless get slain. Hah-hahahaa!" The banshee laughed hysterically as they passed over the waters.
"It almost reminds me of myself, mhmheh... heheheh!"

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*Tchack*

"Aaaargh!" Smokey cried out as Rithrynn's arrow hit him square in the lower left of his back, as the dwarf fumbled forward, both in pain and surprise. The rotten wood beneath his foot suddenly broke, causing the dwarf to stumble flat on his belly and roll halfway out into the knee deep, muddy water below him.

"I curse ye you long eared lout! I'll, aiii!"

But Smokey's train of swear words was abruptly cut short again, this time not by Rithrynn. The dwarf suddenly seemed to be struggling with one of his feet below the water. Shaking and tearing himself around while holding onto the wooden board, the oval head shape and two large, glossy eyes of a murloc suddenly emerged from the foul water. Its jaw was locked around Smokey's left foot, which the dwarf kicked around in an attempt to get the beast off.

"This is just the best, this is just the best!" Smokey cursed his luck as he found his oversized filet knife, raised it into the air, and brought it down right on the top of the Murloc's skull. The knife cut through some of the bone, enough to reach the brain and the Murloc suddenly became motionless and immediately let go of the dwarf's leg. But Smokey had barely managed to turn back to the board by the time another murloc suddenly jumped out of the water, clamping its jaws around his left arm with the result that the dwarf let out a cry of pain yet again.
The dwarf shaked his arm, and the oversized fish man around as much as he could; until suddenly a tentacle shot up from the water below him and grabbed the murloc by the foot, and snatched it right back into the water, leaving large, red gashes all across the dwarf's arms.

Quickly scrambling back onto the board, Smokey turned around and swung his filet knife just in time as another tentacle shot up from the water; chopping it in half.

Staggering back away from the murky waters, he promtly aimed his gun at Rithrynn who was standing far away.

"Ohh I'm gonna get'cha for,- ahhh, what'tha 'ell?!"

But when Smokey pressed the trigger, a short fizz came from the soaked blunderbuss. The dwarf looked confused down at it for a moment, shaking it around; before the back barrel suddenly exploded, showering Smokey's right face with metal fragments, glass and all sorts of other nasty trash he had loaded his rifle with.
The dwarf was thrown back into the brick wall behind him where he smashed his head, and collapsed into a heap on the floor.

---

Donald ran through the narrow tunnel. It was nothing more than a pathway, barely large enough to support two people in it, and full of turns and loops. But as he ran, he suddenly heard a metallic click further up the tunnel, like the sound of someone turning a lock.
As he rounded the next corner, he arrived to find the tunnel blocked by a metal fence and door. The assassin rushed up to it and pulled out a key and tried to insert it into a lock. Donald fumbled frantically with the old key and lock, desperately attempting to make it fit in, but the more he tried to insert the key into the lock; the more he realized that it didn't match.

"No-nono... Silver, you fool. What have you done! You changed the lock!" Donald exclaimed as he tried to ram the key violently into the locker, but failed and simply lost the key as it fell to the floor.
Raising his hands to his hood, he turned to gaze up at the metal bars keeping him from going any further, and the sounds he heard coming from behind from the closing sentinels.

"Oh-nononononoononoo... you didn't, you didn't just do that, you... " Donald muttered, before suddenly kicking the metal bars in rage, but they didn't budge.
"FUUUUCK! FUCK YOU SILVER! YOU SCREWED ME OVER! Open this door NOW! Fuck!"

The assassin cried out in rage at the bars, grabbing them and shaking them violently to no avail.
Turning his back against the bars, Donald peered at the corridor he had come from with a pale face.

"Fuck my life... "

---

"It seems we have no choice then... " Sharon mumbled as he stared back at Shani. What she had said was right. They were probably not going to be able to catch up with Serphia or any of her warriors unless they allowed them to. There was no telling how far they had gone. Sharon agreed that they would probably have to return to this crossroad at some point.

"Look, once we get back, we'll talk about this." The High Elf said, turning slowly towards Liaena. But just as he did, he suddenly heard distant screaming from the nearby tunnels around them. The High Elf paused, holding up his hand in a 'did you just hear that' posture to Liaena.

But while Sharon was standing in the middle of Shani and Liaena, trying to hear what was going on, a shade moved in the a darkness behind Shani. Emerging straight out of a solid brick wall was the spectral reflection of the face of a young, long haired woman. Most of her body was barely visible in the low light environment of the sewer aside from a weak, blue glow.
As the banshee emerged completely from the wall, a cold breeze began to fill the room. The spirit didn't make any noise beyond a quiet hustling noise as it floated gently across the muddy floor beneath, approaching Shani from behind. Moving a ghostly hand up over the Night Elf's shoulder, the Night Elf began to become aware that something was off, but before Shani could turn around, a sharp shriek suddenly filled the tunnel as the banshee flew straight inside of the Night Elf, causing her to stumble a couple of feet forward with head facing down towards the ground.

But as 'Shani' slowly raised her head again, her annoyed expression had completely been wiped off her face. Instead, her silvery eyes were whiter than ever, and her face was completely devoid of any emotion. The sentinel slowly turned her head, gazing over Sharon's shoulder at Liaena.
As the Night Elf gazed at Liaena, a wicked smile began to form around 'Shani's' mouth, as a look of recognition appeared in her now bleak eyes. Slowly moving one hand down to her waist, 'Shani' began to clasp around the hilt of the dagger at her hip where she stood behind Sharon.

Sharon, on the other hand, seemed more interested in Liaena; having ignored Shani for the greater part. Throwing the human girl a curious stare, Sharon edged a question in her way.

"Liaena, are you alright? You look as though you've seen a ghost."

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I fear that such a course of action would end... badly, Rithy :P

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"Rithrynn, wait!" Sharon called out to Rithrynn as she raced down the tunnel after her Captain like a rocket hamster fueled on an illegal amount of caffeine. But there was little chance of ever getting her to listen, as Rithrynn had already disappeared around the next corner twenty yards ahead with the speed of a bullet, leaving Liaena and Sharon alone with a rather disgruntled looking Shani, who seemed none to pleased to be left behind by her sisters.

"Dear light, they're like wild dogs who had just seen a cat... oh woe!"

"Mister Sharon; forgive me if this may be a bad time to ask this... " Lord Greymoon started with a careful voice, as he peered over the shoulders of Sharon and Liaena at the tunnel into which Serphia and the vast majority of the sentinels had just disappeared into in their chase after the assassins.
"But... did your bodyguard just leave us?"

Sharon didn't answer at first. Instead, he just grimaced as he leaned against Shani who was standing right behind them.

"Well, technically, they're not really my bodyguard. Officially... "

The High Elf started, trying to come up with a decent explanation, but suddenly shook his head.

"They... argh, yes. My bodyguard just abandoned us, I'm afraid."

Sharon gave Liaena an apologetic look, before casting a glance up at Shani, whose eyes glared back at the High Elf like diamonds taken from the deepest, darkest flaming pits of the Nether.

"Well, except you of course. Thanks."

He quickly turned away from Shani again before the Sentinel could come up with an excuse to hate him even more, returning his attention to Liaena once more. Sharon looked over his battered lover. She had taken the worst of the grenade, with bruises and scratches. An obvious need for severe dis-infection considering their current whereabouts even if there were mostly just scrapes.

"Can you run? We ought to follow them. The sewer is huge. Even if they get the assassins, they might get lost down here."

---

"Move you dogs, they're coming in fast!" Donald cried out as the three men ran as fast as they could through the sewer. Any idea to take breaks at each corner and take potshots at the Night Elves had been completely discarded in favor of running as fast as they could, with the Night Elves closing in behind them and fast.

"Ye don't say! There real mad now!" Smokey laughed while dropping bombs as they went in hope of slowing the Night Elves down.

"We're here. Split up!" Sevarian, who was running ahead; suddenly called out as the three assassins crossed a last corner and arrived at a plateau across a larger open space. They were in an underground brick cistern, with a small lake filled with pillars and small walkways. There was also one stair leading up to a hallway above them, and another entrance leading into a darker path to their right.

The three assassins immediately dispersed, heading each their own seperate direction. Donald raced down into the darker path to the side, while Sevarian sprinted up the stairs to the level above.
Lastly, Smokey ran as fast as his short legs could carry him out across the thin sidewalk leading him through the cistern. Short of the numerous supportive pylons around him, the area above the water was completely exposed as he tried to make his way through the murky water on a collection of worn brick walkways and makeshift bridges consisting of wooden boards.
The water, although it may once have been used for drinking; was muddy and grimy, filled with all manners of filth and decay that had been washed into this dead end of the sewer.

"Bloody 'ell, why do I always end up with the worst deal? Cursed death trap, this is!" Smokey mumbled to himself as he did his best not to fall off the slippery ledges, with the occasional bubbles coming up from the water below him.

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Careful, Ri.

I'm sure Li still has that potion that turn nelfs green lying around somewhere.

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"Are you guys alright?"

Sharon could hear the faint voice of Rithrynn as he gazed up at the dark, green walls of the sewer above him. In the corner of his eyes he saw Rithrynn leaned over him.

"Sure sure, I'm fine... I'm fine.. " Sharon answered automatically, his reply sounding distant amidst the ringing in his ears.The High Elf tried to get up at first but then noticed that something was holding him down. Looking downwards, he saw the outlines of Liaena who was lying on top of him. She seemed little better for wear than himself, and Sharon moved a hand over to Liaena's back.

"We can't stay here, Li: are you alright?" Sharon asked as Rithrynn helped Liaena back on her feet. Sharon rolled over on the filthy stone floor, before pushing himself off and back on to his feet.

"Sharon, what was that explosion? Is it a trap?"

Lord Greymoon's voice sounded from the door, and Sharon threw it a confused gaze at first; before realizing that the nobleman was still trapped in the room.

"Ah-ahem... more like an ambush." Sharon muttered, still a little disoriented from the blast. Carefully picking up his staff, he turned back to face the door. It was then he noticed that the door was already damaged following the blast, and blown partly off its hinges. It was therefore easy for the High Elf to conjure up a small kinetic blast that pushed caused the door to collapse outwards, and crash into the floor by Sharon's feet.

"Thank the light for your arrival!" Greymoon said as he walked out of the room, mindful of the slippery floor beneath him as he ventured out on the lane together with Sharon and the group.
"My men; those who didn't flee were killed. I'm afraid I don't have any left to spare."

The Lord explained as he covered his mouth with a handkerchief, before he noticed the battered Liaena.

"She is in a terrible shape, and Sharon... dear light, what's it you have there?" Lord Greymoon suddenly motioned towards Sharon's side. The High Elf then looked down as he lifted his cloak from his side, and suddenly noticed a large metallic splinter sticking into the side of his cuirass. At first his eyes shot up with alarm, but as he poked at it, he suddenly realized that although the piece of shrapnel had gone through the steel layer, it had stopped in the open space between his cuirass and his chainmail.

" ... no no, don't worry. It's okay. No actual puncture." Sharon quickly answered to reassure the lord, now feeling a little better after the explosion.
"I'm fine."

---

"You ruined our surprise!"

Donald sneered at Smokey after throwing the advancing Night Elves a quick look, narrowly dodging an arrow as he peered around the corner and looked back at Smokey.

"Ruined the surprise?" Smokey asked, returning an odd look at Donald.
"That was a great surprise. Didn't ye see the look on ther faces?!"

"Gentlemen." Sevarian, who had been standing in the back, suddenly intruded into the argument.
"We have punched the shark. It is now time to begin our tactical withdrawal."

The black wizard extrapolated with an unnaturally calm voice, considering the situation they were in with arrows flying about and Serphia and Vashi closing in on the other side of the corner. Donald nodded in agreement, before turning to Smokey.

"Smoke, deploy Smokey,- ahem, I mean, Smokey... deploy!"

"I gettid I gettid!" Smokey quickly responded after firing off a shot from his blunderbuss in the direction of the advancing Serphia, with the result that her shield was mostly showered with a cone of scrap metal, broken glass and still burning gunpowder. Retreating back behind the corner, Smokey placed a small clay vase down onto the sewer floor before lighting a fuse attached to the side of it.
Suddenly a cloud of smoke began to belch out from the top of it, covering the tunnels in a thick carpet of smoke that blocked all sight.

The team of assassins quickly turned around and began running down the narrow tunnel in the opposite way of the advancing sentinels, hurrying towards their next firing position at the next corner.

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As they descended down into the sewers, Sharon tried to peek past the shoulders of the sentinels, but it was difficult to see anything as they were in the middle of the group, and most of the sentinels were one or two heads taller than himself.
At the bottom of the stairs, they arrived at a long tunnel with a shallow trench of filthy, green water traveling in the middle. They themselves were standing on one of the two walking lanes positioned on each side of the sewer trench. The air itself was humid and revolting, as a heavy strench of rot and disease filled the sewer tunnels. There were the occasional bronze or iron piping running in and out of the walls around or above them, and there was a slight, green mist that haunted the tunnels. Their only source of light was the occasional sewer grate above their heads at the very top of the roof.

None of the sentinels seemed to say a word as they followed in Rithrynn's steps, which was possibly for the best. Any word muttered in these tunnels were likely to echo off the architecture and be heard from far away. Even their steps made faint echoes that could be heard through the filthy tunnels.

"I'm going to need a bath once this is over."

Sharon thought to himself as he walked close to Liaena.

"Is anybody out there? Guards? Sharon? Anybody?"

The group had not gone very far until they could suddenly hear the echo of a man further down the tunnels, as Sharon recognized the voice of Lord Greymoon.

"He's still alive!" Sharon suddenly said, before squeezing himself out between the sentinels and rushing out ahead of Rithrynn with his staff held high and ignoring the warning shout from Serphia.
As they reached a point where the tunnel branched out into three different directions further up ahead, Sharon saw the door to a small storage room of some sort to the side.

"Lord Greymoon, can you hear me?!" Sharon called out as he approached the door.

"Sharon? Sharon, is that you?" Lord Greymoon's voice sounded from behind the wooden door, followed by a relieved sigh.
"Thank the light! Your brother, he was here; he locked the door behind him!"

"Don't worry, I'll get you out of there. How much space do you have?"

"Uh, the room is about five and eight meters. Why?"

"Clear the door. I'll get this open!"

"Wait, what? Light, give me a second!"

As Sharon pointed his staff at the door, steps could be heard from the other side as Lord Greymoon scurried away from the door and into the corner of the room. But further down the tunnel, where the tunnel branched out, a bearded head was peeking out from around the corner at Sharon preparing to blow the door away, to the sentinels and Liaena whom stood watching.

"It's them! They followed our tracks!" Smokey whispered as he retreated back behind the corner again to avoid being spotted by the Night Elves, and turned to look back at two other men standing behind him; Donald and the black mage Sevarian.
The Dwarf was holding a large blunderbuss in one hand, and was smoking on a roll of tobbaco; its glowing embers dropping dangerously close to the naked fuses of the explosives strapped to his leather belt.

"Of course, that was the point." Donald stated as he readied his crossbow.
"What's the plan, Mister S?"

Donald turned to Sevarian, whose hands were folded into his robes. The pale sorcerer threw Donald a long look, before speaking.

"Our instructions are to draw them into the cistern and the greater sewer complex. And if oppertunity permits, take out Sharon."

"But 'es right there!"

Smokey said as he pointed around the corner.

"And a whole band of angry Night Elves. Don't forget those." Donald said, while tweaking with a mechanism on his crossbow.
"Remember: we'll have to stay our distance. Those elves are all archers. Mister S, you keep them at bay with your magic to ensure that we do not get overrun before we reach the cistern. I'll take the opener shot at the elf. Smokey, you will,-"

"TAKE THIS, YE LONG EARED BASTARDS!"

By the time Donald's eyes had returned to Smokey, the dwarf had already reached into his belt and pulled out a string with two metal grenades attached, ignited the fuses, and lobbed them down through the tunnel towards Sharon at the group.

"Shadows of the Past" Roleplay Interest Check: Looking for more members.

Shadows of the Past; a roleplay based on the Warcraft fantasy universe; is currently looking for fresh meat.
However, we are using a slightly earlier version of the universe, meaning that for those of you familiar with the Warcraft universe, lore beyond early Cataclysm is not used.

The current plot is taking place in Stormwind, a large city of 20.000 + inhabitants with a late medieval slash early western European Renaissance theme. Climate is about the same as Paris in France.
For those of you who are interested and want further details, here is a link to a wiki: http://www.wowwiki.com/Stormwind_City

Link to the actual thread in Advanced Forum:
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/475/posts/ic

Current members = main characters
- Sinerathin = Sherraine Daerin'Lei(known as Sherpa to most) High Elf second generation Death Knight, Sharon Daerin'Lei High Elf Mage
- Feychild = Liaena Rune, Human Apothecary
- Rithy = Rithrynn Syn'Dial, Night Elf Huntress

Shadows of the Past is an ongoing Roleplay that has lasted for years, and we have had multiple members. We have at the core 3 central player, me, Rithy and Feychild, but we are seeking to add more diversity and welcome new players into the Roleplay.

It is mainly an Action Comedy, which is the main genre of the roleplay, with possible minor elements of drama, tragedy & erotica.

Characters that wish to join may expect to be:
Beaten, poisoned, maimed, possessed, cursed, crushed, eaten, dissolved, blown up, traumatized, lacerated, decapitated, spontaenously combusted, flayed, stabbed, impaled, beheaded, infected, diseased, shrunk, chased, violated, abused, offended, shot, disintegrated, murdered or hurt in any other way, shape or form, both physically and mentally.
Safety is not guaranteed.

Summary of the plot:
Sharon, a rich denizen of Stormwind, has come under attack from unknown assailants, whom were later revealed to have been sent by his brother and own family, Sherpa, an ex-Death Knight who once served the Lich King, who wants him dead.
Aided by his lover, Liaena, and friend, Rithrynn, Sharon sets out to fight back against his brother to stop him. But Sherpa hides in the shadows, and the two brothers are embroiled in a shadow war of deception and trickery. Sherpa has gathered many resources following his successful raids in the previous roleplay, and have used his funds to establish a secret organization/cult of corrupt merchants, officials, assassins as well as some of his old, dark allies from the Scourge. Sharon on the other hand has hesitantly enlisted the aid of Rithrynn's own warband who happened to be in the city in exchange for free food and shelter, as he was unwilling to pay for any real mercenaries. This has gained him a large but somewhat unreliable band of professional warriors and expert hunters who sees to his protection, but also cause a lot of problems as they have a hard time fitting into another cultural setting, with cultural incidents ensuing.

As of now, following clues obtained through interrogation of a captured assassin, Sharon and his party of Rithrynn, Liaena, as well as five other Night Elves and their Captain has arrived at an Inn in the Old District of Stormwind to look for further clues in their search for his fallen brother.
A skirmish broke out in the street as they approached the Inn, where they were assailed by a band of thugs. After defeating them, they proceeded to search the Inn, hoping to find any clues that might lead them to their goal; to shut down Sherpa's operations, and possibly end his life.

If you have any further questions, you are free to ask them here, or in the OOC of our original thread.
I'm sorry to say that most of our writing was lost when the forum was reset, so there is nothing wrong if you have any questions.

If you are interested, feel free to leave a comment below, or even a suggested character sheet, as well as any questions that you may have.
We are searching players with a relaxed attitude who are looking for a fun roleplay, who can generally post at least once every one or second day, and stick around. We've been around for years, so we hope we can keep you for a while :)

About character creation:
You are not dictated by the classes from the game itself when making a character. You can have your character be whatever you want him or her to be within the realm of plausibility, whether it be a merchant or even chef. In fact, you do not need to think about class at all. Just come up with a character you think is great. "Class" is merely a shoddy attempt at categorizing, after all :)

Recommended races that are relatively easy to implement: Humans. Gnomes. Dwarves. Draenei. But you can pick any other race from the universe that you'd like if you're able to come up with a solid justification for doing so.
We can also come up with suggestions and ideas if you are unsure what to pick or what you think would suit your style the best.