"Let's hustle up!" Ragnar instructed Kathlin as the pair ran as quietly as they could through the numerous corridors and hallways of Lord Alfidious' mansion. It was a much easier job for the lightly dressed Kathlin than it was for the heavily armored dwarf, Ragnar. As they ran through the hallways, each step the dwarf took made the plates and chainmail rattle and clink against each other, not to mention his heavy metal boots making an audible thumping noise every time they hit the gentle wooden floor. The fact that the dwarf was carrying a huge metal hammer on his back didn't help his attempt at being sneaky either.
Upon receiving a worried look from Kathlin at the amount of noise he was making, Ragnar snarled a bit.
"I ain't no damned ballerina, girl! I'm a proud dwarven warrior. Sneaking is for cats, elves and other pansy things! ... normally." Ragnar stated in his defense, before pointing ahead.
"Argh, let's focus on the task at hand!"
Fortunately for the pair, the corridors and lesser halls and rooms were all empty. Despite its immense size, the advisor's house normally didn't house than four people; Ragnar, Rosamery, Murphy and Alfidious himself, although recently deceased.
It seemed that most of the White Hand members were still down in the first floor and just outside the main entrance, still busy with unpacking their stuff to carry it back into the house.
Finally, they arrived in the main hall outside of Aflidiou's private study. The door and the lock was still opened, with a partial view inside. Some low voices could be heard emanating from inside the study.
"Alright, this is it.... let's surprise the troggers!" Ragnar whispered to Kathlin as they slowly approached the door from the side, avoiding the open line of sight directly outside.
"Who's there?" Suddenly sounded another voice from inside, apparently having heard Ragnar's attempt at a whisper. Silently cursing himself, Ragnar sped up towards the doorway, just in time as a man from the White Hand placed his foot outside of it.
"It's uncle Smasher, ya dumb gits!" Ragnar called out, having already begun to swing his hammer. The White Hand chevalier barely had time to turn his mask around to look at the dwarf, just before the dwarf's mace made contact with his stomach. His chestplate took most of the damage, although with an audible 'bang!'. However, the orchestra of pain soon sounded another note, an audible 'cling' as Ragnar's mace came back up and hit the chevalier right in his steel mask, knocking him out completely as he flew back into the room.
"Mark!" Sounded a second, female voice from inside the study, and Ragnar charged inside.
On the inside, another White Hand member stood at the end of the room, behind the table with Alfidious' body. The chevalier immediately spotted Ragnar as he charged into the room, having had her original attention on the unconscious 'Mark' who was lying on the floor.
"Stop right there!"
She called out, unsheathing her sword and flipping a flintlock pistol out of her belt!
Ragnar quickly realized the predicament he was in. The woman in front of her was no less than ten feet away from him, with a table in between.
"I should really have thought this one through... "
Suddenly ducking down, Ragnar charged forward with a fierce battlecry!
"Stop!"
*PANG*
The loud bang of a pistol being fired could be heard from inside the study, as a bullet whipped past Ragnar, passing just over his left shoulder and instead burying itself in the wooden floor behind him, spitting up splinters and dust where it hit.
Ragnar continued his charge, but didn't seem like changing direction despite being a collision course with the table.
Instead, the dwarf simply braced his heavy shoulder as he came running in like a rolling rock, hitting the side of the desk with all his strength. The crash caused the desk to give away, before it slid backwards through the room and right into the second White Hand!
In the process, however, Alfidiou's corpse slid right off it and hit the floor with a thud.
"Sorry about that, pal. But it's fer future justice!" Ragnar mumbled as he looked down on the corpse, tipping an imaginary hat at his former employer.
Turning his attention back at the Chevalier who was now stuck between a table and a shelf, Ragnar lifted his mace with both his hands as he walked over to her. Although the chevalier tried to raise her sword to parry, the strike from the dwarf's heavy mace pushed her sword aside when it came, and knocked the woman out on the spot with a loud 'bang' against her helmet, causing her to slump back down onto the table.
"Alright, lass. It's clear!" Ragnar called back to Kathlin, inviting the girl to enter.
"But we should move fast. Someone's bound to have heard the mess!"
The dwarf explained, but his eagerness quickly found time to pause when he turned around to finally look at the room, only to remember...
"Muradin's balls, that's a lot of books... "
All around them, in the tall oval office, were shelves upon shelves of books, ledgers, registries, reports and scrolls, climbing the surrounding walls all the way up to the fortified glass roof!
"Uhh, right then... it was a ledger then, recent activites... maybe some reports or complaints?" Ragnar asked Kathlin, seemingly unsure himself.
" ... or should I just get a wheelbarrow and we'll hope to get lucky?"
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In that case, you two, Sharon might kindly ask you to either A: do it outside, B; use some shrink potions, or C; Settle it with a game of cards or something.
It seems so far, Sharon has suffered more trouble at the hands of his allies than the main villain, Sherpa, in this RP :P
It seems so far, Sharon has suffered more trouble at the hands of his allies than the main villain, Sherpa, in this RP :P
It makes me wonder, what'd be worse; Drunk vs Stoned Night Elves? I suppose the latter would mean less collateral damage?
And I'd be careful about where you'd wish for a home, especially if you're considering the elves..
As far as I recall, they spend the vast majority of their time outside in the woods. A daily experience as survivorman could get a bit strenuous over time, especially for a posh belf :P
And I'd be careful about where you'd wish for a home, especially if you're considering the elves..
As far as I recall, they spend the vast majority of their time outside in the woods. A daily experience as survivorman could get a bit strenuous over time, especially for a posh belf :P
Perhaps relations with the Night Elves might have gone better if you had brought them some of the Silvermoon 'luxury wares' to share :P
They've done a rather decent job at raiding Sharon's own wine cellar.
They've done a rather decent job at raiding Sharon's own wine cellar.
I have a feeling that Blood Knights might be a little more 'lively', than your run of the mill light blessed, stoic, turn-the-other-cheek Paladins of the humans.
Not exactly any pledges of materialistic abstinence or vows of celibacy among the former.
Not exactly any pledges of materialistic abstinence or vows of celibacy among the former.
I believe it depends on your interpretation of the Holy Light, its strengths as well as limitations :P
I tend to view it as a powerful healing tool & the best weapon against dark/unholy magic, though not sure how much it would do vs ordinary arcane magic/elemental based obstacles and hindrances.
Of course, if you feel it means too much editing, we can ignore it for the time being. After all, you are brand new ;)
I recall fond discussions with Feychild about the nature of the different magical schools in WoW, hah. Those were interesting!
I tend to view it as a powerful healing tool & the best weapon against dark/unholy magic, though not sure how much it would do vs ordinary arcane magic/elemental based obstacles and hindrances.
Of course, if you feel it means too much editing, we can ignore it for the time being. After all, you are brand new ;)
I recall fond discussions with Feychild about the nature of the different magical schools in WoW, hah. Those were interesting!
I think it might have something to do with the fact that we're in the middle of the week, and a lot of people have their mind on school/work atm.
And because someone hasn't posted a cracking good joke in the OOC either :P
Oh, and as a side note, Feisty. We don't normally barrow ingame abilities directly from the game. Now, warlocks can still summon demons, and shamans can still shoot lightning out of their various orifices, but we don't normally write "Shaman shoots Lightning Bolt", but rather "The shaman conjured a bolt of lightning."
Less game elements, more liberty for the writer(albeit within the realm of reason) ;)
And because someone hasn't posted a cracking good joke in the OOC either :P
Oh, and as a side note, Feisty. We don't normally barrow ingame abilities directly from the game. Now, warlocks can still summon demons, and shamans can still shoot lightning out of their various orifices, but we don't normally write "Shaman shoots Lightning Bolt", but rather "The shaman conjured a bolt of lightning."
Less game elements, more liberty for the writer(albeit within the realm of reason) ;)
"Oh, don't worry about her, she's just an old associate of mine. She was kind enough to reply to my letter when I,-"
“Someone make sure she lies still! I still need to cut this out of her shoulder”
"Alright, alright... " Sharon replied, having accompanied Liaena to her personal little laboratory. It had actually been quite a while since the High Elf had last been to the room, even though it was he who had set it up, anticipating some further use for it, which had never come. The arrangements that Liaena had made to it made it more reminiscent of a goblin workshop than a Dalaran academic research laboratory, and far from the latter's regulations for safety!
Hurrying over to the sideboards and shelves, Sharon began to dive and root through the many different drawers and shelves in search of something to keep the Blood Elf still. It did not take long before eventually, he found a bundle of leather straps and buckles. A moment of confusion passed as the High Elf merely stared at the leather.
"What are they doing here?"
Sharon returned to the makeshift operator table, fumbling with the intricate coil of leather which was all bungled and jungled together. However, the High Elf soon decided that the leather was too much work for what it was worth, and simply dropped it to the ground.
"I just got a better idea." Sharon said, before holding up his staff and pointing it at Rae'liel's limbs. Muttering on a light chant, the air around the Blood Elf's limbs began to vibrate slightly, forming what seemed like singularities around her arms and legs as solid masses of ice began to appear. In less than a few seconds, the Blood Elf was bound to the table by a couple of solid blocks of ice, keeping her in place.
"Don't worry, it takes a while for hypothermia to set in." Sharon answered reassuringly to Liaena who threw him a slightly dark stare, the High Elf shrugging his shoulders while throwing his lazyman's solution a small, satisfied smile.
Moving across the table, Sharon approached Rae'liel's head, getting as close as he could without disturbing Liaena's work.
"Hey... Kindreth, can you hear me? Do not worry yourself, you are in good hands. Now, this might sting a little, but I am sure it will be nothing for a sturdy warrior like yourself!"
It might have been a lie, but it had been a white lie! After all, it was the thought that mattered, wasn't it?
"We already have two battlemages in the scene - anything related to the arcane, we already have covered." Adolph answered nonchalantly in a dry tone, the Captain seemingly becoming more and more unimpressed with Kathlin as the time went by.
"Any Red Vanguard, including any outsourced personnel by the Red Vanguard, are to leave the premise. And that would include you, girl."
"Ehh, well... yer probably right... " Suddenly sounded Ragnar, the Dwarf brumming in a rather theatrical way as he moved his shoulders and looked back up at Adolph.
"I got quite some stuff stashed up in me chambers. I should probably get them cleaned out, sorry fer botherin' ye, yer highness."
As Ragnar turned around, he bumped into Kathlin, pulling her with him as the dwarf marched for the stairs.
"Don't worry, I shan't leave too much of a mess in the guest quarters fer ye!" Ragnar called out back at Adolph as he continued to walk up the stairs with Kathlin in tow, before the dwarf's head immediately turned back from the White Hands to look up at Kathlin.
"I'm tired of these lily bastards. I say we go get whatever's in that study they want and bust anyone that gets in our way!" Ragnar whispered to Kathlin while banging his steel gloves together.
Behind them, Adolph seemed to be motioning to some of fellow White Hands. Getting the attention of one of the men, Adolph pointed towards Kathlin and Ragnar as they were traveling away from them and up the stairs. The masked White Hand cavalier who had gained Adolph's attention returned with a brief salute, banging his fist against his chestplate, before resting his hand against the handle of the hilt of his sword as he traveled up the stairs after Ragnar and Kathlin, keeping a distance but seemingly following them.
Looking up at Kathlin as they walked, Ragnar threw the human a smile.
"Ye up fer gettin' some of that evidence of yours, lass?"
“Someone make sure she lies still! I still need to cut this out of her shoulder”
"Alright, alright... " Sharon replied, having accompanied Liaena to her personal little laboratory. It had actually been quite a while since the High Elf had last been to the room, even though it was he who had set it up, anticipating some further use for it, which had never come. The arrangements that Liaena had made to it made it more reminiscent of a goblin workshop than a Dalaran academic research laboratory, and far from the latter's regulations for safety!
Hurrying over to the sideboards and shelves, Sharon began to dive and root through the many different drawers and shelves in search of something to keep the Blood Elf still. It did not take long before eventually, he found a bundle of leather straps and buckles. A moment of confusion passed as the High Elf merely stared at the leather.
"What are they doing here?"
Sharon returned to the makeshift operator table, fumbling with the intricate coil of leather which was all bungled and jungled together. However, the High Elf soon decided that the leather was too much work for what it was worth, and simply dropped it to the ground.
"I just got a better idea." Sharon said, before holding up his staff and pointing it at Rae'liel's limbs. Muttering on a light chant, the air around the Blood Elf's limbs began to vibrate slightly, forming what seemed like singularities around her arms and legs as solid masses of ice began to appear. In less than a few seconds, the Blood Elf was bound to the table by a couple of solid blocks of ice, keeping her in place.
"Don't worry, it takes a while for hypothermia to set in." Sharon answered reassuringly to Liaena who threw him a slightly dark stare, the High Elf shrugging his shoulders while throwing his lazyman's solution a small, satisfied smile.
Moving across the table, Sharon approached Rae'liel's head, getting as close as he could without disturbing Liaena's work.
"Hey... Kindreth, can you hear me? Do not worry yourself, you are in good hands. Now, this might sting a little, but I am sure it will be nothing for a sturdy warrior like yourself!"
It might have been a lie, but it had been a white lie! After all, it was the thought that mattered, wasn't it?
"We already have two battlemages in the scene - anything related to the arcane, we already have covered." Adolph answered nonchalantly in a dry tone, the Captain seemingly becoming more and more unimpressed with Kathlin as the time went by.
"Any Red Vanguard, including any outsourced personnel by the Red Vanguard, are to leave the premise. And that would include you, girl."
"Ehh, well... yer probably right... " Suddenly sounded Ragnar, the Dwarf brumming in a rather theatrical way as he moved his shoulders and looked back up at Adolph.
"I got quite some stuff stashed up in me chambers. I should probably get them cleaned out, sorry fer botherin' ye, yer highness."
As Ragnar turned around, he bumped into Kathlin, pulling her with him as the dwarf marched for the stairs.
"Don't worry, I shan't leave too much of a mess in the guest quarters fer ye!" Ragnar called out back at Adolph as he continued to walk up the stairs with Kathlin in tow, before the dwarf's head immediately turned back from the White Hands to look up at Kathlin.
"I'm tired of these lily bastards. I say we go get whatever's in that study they want and bust anyone that gets in our way!" Ragnar whispered to Kathlin while banging his steel gloves together.
Behind them, Adolph seemed to be motioning to some of fellow White Hands. Getting the attention of one of the men, Adolph pointed towards Kathlin and Ragnar as they were traveling away from them and up the stairs. The masked White Hand cavalier who had gained Adolph's attention returned with a brief salute, banging his fist against his chestplate, before resting his hand against the handle of the hilt of his sword as he traveled up the stairs after Ragnar and Kathlin, keeping a distance but seemingly following them.
Looking up at Kathlin as they walked, Ragnar threw the human a smile.
"Ye up fer gettin' some of that evidence of yours, lass?"
It seems Rae'liel...
*Puts on sunglasses*
... pulled more aggro than she could tank!
YYEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
#WoW #InsideJokes #Raids&Dungeons #HealTheTank
*Puts on sunglasses*
... pulled more aggro than she could tank!
YYEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
#WoW #InsideJokes #Raids&Dungeons #HealTheTank
When he finally arrived at the scene of the fighting between Rae'liel and Serphia, Sharon came to realize that the fighting had already ceased.
Walking to the top of the stairs where most of the sentinels were looking down, he first heard Serphia, crying out for a healer, before he finally saw the Night Elven Captain, and at her feet, Rae'liel. The Blood Elf lay unconscious on the floor, unmoving, and with a nasty arrow sticking out of her right shoulder; the projectile in question decorated with elven marks and letters, and adorned with a great owl plume exclusive to Ashenvale.
"By the light, now she's gone and done it!"
Casting a quick spell, Sharon's very being suddenly dissipated into a thin, blue mist between the Night Elves, only to manifest itself out of nothing next to Rae'liel as he teleported to her location.
Kneeling down to her, Sharon quickly moved a finger to the side of Rae'liel's neck to check her pulse. Luckily, the Blood Elf's heart was still beating, although at a slower rate.
Turning his attention over to the arrow currently sitting in her shoulder, Sharon inspected the entry wound closer. He was by no means a medical expert, merely having been tutored in some simple steps of first aid, and his experience with wounds from the Third War. His experience with archery related injuries did not necessarily have something to do with his prolonged friendship with Rithrynn, whom although favoring the bow and having inflicted her fair share of friendly fire accidents, was by no means the sole reason why Sharon was so familiar with arrows.
The arrow had somehow managed to sneak its way past some of the metallic plates meant to protect the Blood Elf's shoulder, and cut through the chainmail on the inside.
Some might have called it a lucky shot, but with the Night Elves, Sharon knew that it had most likely been intentional, as the Kaldorei were notorious for their merciless precision. The fact that Rae'liel had not been shot in the back of the head or neck was at least a sign the Night Elves hadn't intended to kill her.
... yet.
Looking at the wound closer, Sharon summoned a small splash of water to brush away the blood that was creating a bloodied mess around the entry point. For a moment, the blood was washed away, allowing Sharon to get a clearer look at the wound, and he could see that the arrow had left a wider, horizontal wound in the Rae'liel's skin, and even pulled some of the chainmail rings inside of her flesh with it. His view, however, was quickly obscured as a new surge of blood was flushed out from the wound, covering her shoulder yet again.
Although he could not see the tip, which had stopped somewhere in the middle of her shoulder, Sharon could only assume that it had been a barbed tip, perhaps even a serrated arrowhead.
"When it comes to finding cruel ways to cripple and take down their preys, the Night Elves lack no creativity whatsoever."
The fact that Rae'liel was unconscious could suggest trauma or poisons and venom at work, and Sharon's suspicion leaned towards the latter.
Casting a spell at Rae'liel, the Blood Elf suddenly became light as a feather, allowing Sharon to pull her up from the ground alongside her armor almost effortlessly. Rae'liel seemed more to simply float in the air above the ground, although descending slightly, she was kept up by a series of small nudges from Sharon.
"Liaena, we need to take care of this wound immediately!" Sharon called out as he returned to the top of the stairs, quickly finding Liaena with his eyes.
"Where do you keep your medical supplies?"
Walking to the top of the stairs where most of the sentinels were looking down, he first heard Serphia, crying out for a healer, before he finally saw the Night Elven Captain, and at her feet, Rae'liel. The Blood Elf lay unconscious on the floor, unmoving, and with a nasty arrow sticking out of her right shoulder; the projectile in question decorated with elven marks and letters, and adorned with a great owl plume exclusive to Ashenvale.
"By the light, now she's gone and done it!"
Casting a quick spell, Sharon's very being suddenly dissipated into a thin, blue mist between the Night Elves, only to manifest itself out of nothing next to Rae'liel as he teleported to her location.
Kneeling down to her, Sharon quickly moved a finger to the side of Rae'liel's neck to check her pulse. Luckily, the Blood Elf's heart was still beating, although at a slower rate.
Turning his attention over to the arrow currently sitting in her shoulder, Sharon inspected the entry wound closer. He was by no means a medical expert, merely having been tutored in some simple steps of first aid, and his experience with wounds from the Third War. His experience with archery related injuries did not necessarily have something to do with his prolonged friendship with Rithrynn, whom although favoring the bow and having inflicted her fair share of friendly fire accidents, was by no means the sole reason why Sharon was so familiar with arrows.
The arrow had somehow managed to sneak its way past some of the metallic plates meant to protect the Blood Elf's shoulder, and cut through the chainmail on the inside.
Some might have called it a lucky shot, but with the Night Elves, Sharon knew that it had most likely been intentional, as the Kaldorei were notorious for their merciless precision. The fact that Rae'liel had not been shot in the back of the head or neck was at least a sign the Night Elves hadn't intended to kill her.
... yet.
Looking at the wound closer, Sharon summoned a small splash of water to brush away the blood that was creating a bloodied mess around the entry point. For a moment, the blood was washed away, allowing Sharon to get a clearer look at the wound, and he could see that the arrow had left a wider, horizontal wound in the Rae'liel's skin, and even pulled some of the chainmail rings inside of her flesh with it. His view, however, was quickly obscured as a new surge of blood was flushed out from the wound, covering her shoulder yet again.
Although he could not see the tip, which had stopped somewhere in the middle of her shoulder, Sharon could only assume that it had been a barbed tip, perhaps even a serrated arrowhead.
"When it comes to finding cruel ways to cripple and take down their preys, the Night Elves lack no creativity whatsoever."
The fact that Rae'liel was unconscious could suggest trauma or poisons and venom at work, and Sharon's suspicion leaned towards the latter.
Casting a spell at Rae'liel, the Blood Elf suddenly became light as a feather, allowing Sharon to pull her up from the ground alongside her armor almost effortlessly. Rae'liel seemed more to simply float in the air above the ground, although descending slightly, she was kept up by a series of small nudges from Sharon.
"Liaena, we need to take care of this wound immediately!" Sharon called out as he returned to the top of the stairs, quickly finding Liaena with his eyes.
"Where do you keep your medical supplies?"
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