Well Rithy, like the old saying goes: "if it works, it works" :P
As for Sharon, he'll be sitting in his office... waiting for the storm. In other words, I'll wait a bit before making a post myself.
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With Rithrynn and Liaena having disappeared almost as quickly as they had appeared, Sharon was left all by himself in his study.
"Very well... " He muttered as Rithrynn was the last of the two women to leave the room, having quickly waved off his offer of assistance in dealing with Serphia.
"If something goes wrong, I'm sure I'll be able to hear it from here."
Sharon thought to himself as the High Elf began to casually tidy up his desk on the sideline, moving away excess paper, old wine glasses and quills to make it all the more presentable should Marshall or Serphia suddenly come barging into the room through the door. Or both.
Lifting one eye and noticing Friedrick by the doorway, the butler being as prudent as ever and about to close the door; Sharon suddenly raised one of his hands to stop him.
"Wait, leave it open. It will be better that way." Sharon quickly told Friedrick, whom bowed in return before disappearing from the entrance. He had been with Serphia enough to know that she would be the type to barge into rooms if she felt offended. For the sake of not having the door to his office not thrown off its hinges should Serphia take offense at his request, it was better to leave it wide open, even if it meant having to suffer the inevitable curiosity of the odd Night Elf passing by his study.
"I wonder who'll come first... " Sharon contemplated as he threw a look towards the door, curious as to whether Marshall or Serphia would be the first to arrive in his office.
"Very well... " He muttered as Rithrynn was the last of the two women to leave the room, having quickly waved off his offer of assistance in dealing with Serphia.
"If something goes wrong, I'm sure I'll be able to hear it from here."
Sharon thought to himself as the High Elf began to casually tidy up his desk on the sideline, moving away excess paper, old wine glasses and quills to make it all the more presentable should Marshall or Serphia suddenly come barging into the room through the door. Or both.
Lifting one eye and noticing Friedrick by the doorway, the butler being as prudent as ever and about to close the door; Sharon suddenly raised one of his hands to stop him.
"Wait, leave it open. It will be better that way." Sharon quickly told Friedrick, whom bowed in return before disappearing from the entrance. He had been with Serphia enough to know that she would be the type to barge into rooms if she felt offended. For the sake of not having the door to his office not thrown off its hinges should Serphia take offense at his request, it was better to leave it wide open, even if it meant having to suffer the inevitable curiosity of the odd Night Elf passing by his study.
"I wonder who'll come first... " Sharon contemplated as he threw a look towards the door, curious as to whether Marshall or Serphia would be the first to arrive in his office.
"Doin... that's a dwarven name," Sharon suddenly mentioned when Liaena told of her encounter with the supposed undead. Creating an awkward silence, Sharon nodded as he motioned with his hand for the discussion to carry on.
"Alright, probably one of the Red Vanguards then."
"Yes... that too,"
Waiting for Liaena to finish speaking, Sharon finally leaned forward with his hands folded together in front of him.
"The White Hand is not our only concern if we are to infiltrate Honor's Watch, their keep at the harbor. Technically, the White Hand cells stationed at the garrison are part of the Seaway Stormwind Defense, and while that makes them legally obligated to assist Stormwind's army should an invasion occur, it also means that they enjoy the added protection that comes with a friendship to the Stormwind city guard and naval forces stationed at the docks."
Sharon explained with a contemplative look on his face, resting his jaw on his hands.
" ... granted, it's a layer defense. There are probably a couple of Stormwind's own military that is stationed near Honor's Watch, but they will be outside the fortress. The White Hand's own members are the ones who will be guarding the interior of the fortress itself." Taking a brief pause, Sharon looked over at Liaena as he remembered her recent tales.
"And, if our worst fears are confirmed; we may encounter undead and dark magi inside. As well as the garrison's ordinary human defenders. That would require that we possess some form of divine magic to prevent our worst case scenario of becoming a woefully onesided encounter."
Sharon had little doubt about the martial skill and guile of Rithrynn's sisters in Serphia's warband. But if they were to scale the walls and find spirits and undead awaiting them on the other side, even Serphia would be in over her head.
“This diary. How much trouble do you think we could make for the White Hand if I went public with this?”
Returning his attention to the diary in question, Sharon studied it for a moment. Although he hadn't read all of its contents, if Liaena's claims were true, the book did indeed possess a large strategic importance in the larger war against Sherpa's shadow empire.
"We can definitely put some serious pressure on the White Hand with this. At best, we can get them disbanded. But even at worst, we could set their operations back weeks; if not months. What we will get will be decided in court however, which is a battlefield of its own." Sharon said as he gently shuffled through some of the pages, before returning to give Rithrynn and Liaena a curious look.
"But, have you consulted with Serphia about this? We can have the Red Vanguard run distractions, but it's her warriors that we will need to infiltrate the fort unseen."
"Alright, probably one of the Red Vanguards then."
"Yes... that too,"
Waiting for Liaena to finish speaking, Sharon finally leaned forward with his hands folded together in front of him.
"The White Hand is not our only concern if we are to infiltrate Honor's Watch, their keep at the harbor. Technically, the White Hand cells stationed at the garrison are part of the Seaway Stormwind Defense, and while that makes them legally obligated to assist Stormwind's army should an invasion occur, it also means that they enjoy the added protection that comes with a friendship to the Stormwind city guard and naval forces stationed at the docks."
Sharon explained with a contemplative look on his face, resting his jaw on his hands.
" ... granted, it's a layer defense. There are probably a couple of Stormwind's own military that is stationed near Honor's Watch, but they will be outside the fortress. The White Hand's own members are the ones who will be guarding the interior of the fortress itself." Taking a brief pause, Sharon looked over at Liaena as he remembered her recent tales.
"And, if our worst fears are confirmed; we may encounter undead and dark magi inside. As well as the garrison's ordinary human defenders. That would require that we possess some form of divine magic to prevent our worst case scenario of becoming a woefully onesided encounter."
Sharon had little doubt about the martial skill and guile of Rithrynn's sisters in Serphia's warband. But if they were to scale the walls and find spirits and undead awaiting them on the other side, even Serphia would be in over her head.
“This diary. How much trouble do you think we could make for the White Hand if I went public with this?”
Returning his attention to the diary in question, Sharon studied it for a moment. Although he hadn't read all of its contents, if Liaena's claims were true, the book did indeed possess a large strategic importance in the larger war against Sherpa's shadow empire.
"We can definitely put some serious pressure on the White Hand with this. At best, we can get them disbanded. But even at worst, we could set their operations back weeks; if not months. What we will get will be decided in court however, which is a battlefield of its own." Sharon said as he gently shuffled through some of the pages, before returning to give Rithrynn and Liaena a curious look.
"But, have you consulted with Serphia about this? We can have the Red Vanguard run distractions, but it's her warriors that we will need to infiltrate the fort unseen."
Halfway through Liaena's frantic story, Sharon was already giving her a long stare; the High Elf trying to confirm in his head whether what he had heard was genuinely true or something made up by his imagination.
"Liaena sends asssistant off on suicide mission, and Rithrynn went on a date with Sherpa?"
After Liaena had finally finished talking, it took a good, long moment before the High Elf could even say anything. Placing the quill down, his eyes shifted between Rithrynn and Liaena, both of whom had entered the room. Liaena, despite her agitation over the loss of her friend, did not seem at all worried or concerned about the Night Elf that had crept into the office behind her during her rant.
"Well... this is... this is a surprise. A positive surprise, mind you." Sharon finally stated as he glanced over to Rithrynn.
"We had feared you might have been cursed or possessed, neither of which it seems you are. We are glad that you are safe, Rithrynn."
Looking forward, towards the old diary that had been dropped on his desk, the High Elf reached a hand forth to pick it up. Opening it up, he spent a few moments shuffling through the pages. Indeed, the book looked more like an economic diary than a personal one, but that did not much say much in the case of Lord Alfidious, a man whose life was literally devoted to the world of economics and the nature of coins, gold or literally any form of currency.
Eventually reaching the last entry in the book, Sharon finally found the hastily scribbled message for help. Taking a moment to study it, he eventually put the book back down on the table.
"I have no reference of Honor's Point, short of an alliance outpost in Outland; literally a world away." Sharon said thoughtfully as he leaned back in his desk, looking back at a highly impatient Liaena who looked as if she was ready to jump out of the chair, strap on her rescue gear and go through the burning Twisting Nether to get her friend back.
"There is, however; Honor's Watch, the new garrison and fortification being built at the harbor. Are you sure it was not what she meant?"
Sharon let the question linger in the air, before continuing.
"Honor's Watch is incomplete. Its dungeons, if it has any, are not officially opened. Nor has the citadel itself. If they have your friend, then this is a kidnapping, not an arrest." Sharon paused for a moment, realizing that he was receiving a big 'No-shit!' look from Liaena.
" ... if we want to get her out, we're going to have to do it ourselves. Petitioning for an investigation of Honor's Watch would likely take weeks, if not months; and they could easily move her before it ever reaches the gate."
Staring across the two women, Sharon casually bobbed his wine glass up and down on the table while he seemed lost in thought.
"But then... there's the problem of infiltrating a giant fortification, built on-top of a reef and surrounded by water... "
"Liaena sends asssistant off on suicide mission, and Rithrynn went on a date with Sherpa?"
After Liaena had finally finished talking, it took a good, long moment before the High Elf could even say anything. Placing the quill down, his eyes shifted between Rithrynn and Liaena, both of whom had entered the room. Liaena, despite her agitation over the loss of her friend, did not seem at all worried or concerned about the Night Elf that had crept into the office behind her during her rant.
"Well... this is... this is a surprise. A positive surprise, mind you." Sharon finally stated as he glanced over to Rithrynn.
"We had feared you might have been cursed or possessed, neither of which it seems you are. We are glad that you are safe, Rithrynn."
Looking forward, towards the old diary that had been dropped on his desk, the High Elf reached a hand forth to pick it up. Opening it up, he spent a few moments shuffling through the pages. Indeed, the book looked more like an economic diary than a personal one, but that did not much say much in the case of Lord Alfidious, a man whose life was literally devoted to the world of economics and the nature of coins, gold or literally any form of currency.
Eventually reaching the last entry in the book, Sharon finally found the hastily scribbled message for help. Taking a moment to study it, he eventually put the book back down on the table.
"I have no reference of Honor's Point, short of an alliance outpost in Outland; literally a world away." Sharon said thoughtfully as he leaned back in his desk, looking back at a highly impatient Liaena who looked as if she was ready to jump out of the chair, strap on her rescue gear and go through the burning Twisting Nether to get her friend back.
"There is, however; Honor's Watch, the new garrison and fortification being built at the harbor. Are you sure it was not what she meant?"
Sharon let the question linger in the air, before continuing.
"Honor's Watch is incomplete. Its dungeons, if it has any, are not officially opened. Nor has the citadel itself. If they have your friend, then this is a kidnapping, not an arrest." Sharon paused for a moment, realizing that he was receiving a big 'No-shit!' look from Liaena.
" ... if we want to get her out, we're going to have to do it ourselves. Petitioning for an investigation of Honor's Watch would likely take weeks, if not months; and they could easily move her before it ever reaches the gate."
Staring across the two women, Sharon casually bobbed his wine glass up and down on the table while he seemed lost in thought.
"But then... there's the problem of infiltrating a giant fortification, built on-top of a reef and surrounded by water... "
I see your explosive habits persist through entire fictional universes ;)
Also; Sherpa post. A long one, but I realize I've been woefully inactive, so I guess this helps make up for it.
Sherpa's power level returns to old highs, and the fate of Kathlin is hinted at. All good news for the good guys of the RP!
Also; Sherpa post. A long one, but I realize I've been woefully inactive, so I guess this helps make up for it.
Sherpa's power level returns to old highs, and the fate of Kathlin is hinted at. All good news for the good guys of the RP!
Sherpa stood in the cleared living room, glancing down at the polished longsword in his hand. The furniture around him had been cleared and positioned alongside the walls, creating an open space in the middle of the room where the High Elf stood.
Wearing a little more than a pair of black silk pants and a red sash around his waist, the numerous scars scattered across the pale skin of his upper body were exposed to the lights of the chandeliers on the walls. But despite the signs of abuse and earlier wounds, his physique slender was well developed and muscular, a body built through a long trial of hardship.
Entering the room from the entrance behind him were two men. One was a bald haired man wearing the white colors of the White Hand, Tarion, the other a taller, ginger haired man; Jamie Lasher, who was still wearing his heavy dark blue naval uniform coat.
The houseguard Tarion was the first one to step forward, unsheathing his longsword as he approached the lone High Elf.
Sherpa eventually reacted, the High Elf's eyes focusing on the impending swordsman. Reaching down to the belt by his own waist, he unsheathed a thin saber of his own. As Tarion finally reached melee range of the High Elf, the houseguard raised his sword in a swooping eagle posture to strike. But as the man motioned to send his sword down in a direct angle, he suddenly jerked it mid-way; changing its trajectory to strike more from the side instead!
His ivory haired target reacted immediately, not by attempting a parry; but by quickly stepping back. Though his initial sword strike had missed, Tarion had immediately brought the point of his sword back up against the High Elf, attempting a stabbing motion as he charged forward with the tip. Sherpa responded by bringing his sword immediately up from the side, pushing the sword aside while simultaneously stepping into Tarion's proximity with a surprising burst of speed. Moving his left hand to deliver a punch to Tarion's face, the mercenary quickly let one of his hands go off his sword to block the punch. But as he did so, Sherpa's foot already came in from beneath him; sweeping his right leg out from under him. This was shortly followed by Sherpa smashing the metal guard of his blade into the man's upper chest, pushing him off balance while almost immediately after knocking him down with a swift hammer punch through the man's guard!
Tarion landed on his back with a crash, his metal armor and chainmail rattling as he hit the wooden floor. But as soon as Tarion had fallen, Jamie Lasher had already rushed forward with his cutlass at the ready; the rugged sailor performing a series of rapid swings against Sherpa which forced the High Elf to step back to avoid the flurry of attacks!
But even though the High Elf was losing ground, being pushed back through the room by the frenzied assault of the old sailor; he did not at all seem impetus about forming a counter attack. That was, until he spotted a critical over-commitment in one of Jamie's slashes that left the man's arm overly extended. Sherpa reacted immediately to this, swinging his sword to the side and knocking the cutlass clean out of the man's hand. This was quickly followed up by an elbow to the face, causing him to reel a little bit back. But Jamie refused to go down, already blocking Sherpa's sword with the heavy sleeve of his coat; and grabbing the elf's wrist. Jamie lunged his head forward in the attempt of a headbutt, which missed as Sherpa stepped to the side; only to return with a swift uppercut to the man's jaw. Jamie's head flew backwards, but the stubborn captain simultaneously launched his foot forward, hitting Sherpa in the side. The High Elf reeled for a moment, but immediately responded with two quick jabs into the man's stomach. As the successive hits caused Jamie to lean forward, he was swiftly greeted with a knee as Sherpa launched his knee right into the man's face; knocking him back and into the floor!
But despite the beating, Jamie's arms clamored on the floor around him as if he was going to rise up again. But as the man opened his eyes, he suddenly found the tip of Sherpa's blade pointed at his throat.
"Mermaid-shit, you lucked out!" Jamie complained when he realized the situation. Sherpa tilted his head as he gazed down on his fallen sparring partner, giving him an odd look.
"It seems I'm born lucky then. This must be the fourth time." Sherpa commented idly, before removing his sword and extending the man his other arm. Though clearly annoyed and hesitant at first, Jamie eventually accepted the hand and pulled himself up next to the High Elf.
"I want to fight someone else. Someone I can have a real fight with, NO rules, like the sea. I hate these sparrings!" Jamie complained, brumming for a bit before he suddenly glanced over Sherpa's shoulder.
"Seems your friend has arrived... "
Sherpa turned to look around; and saw Sevarian standing at in the doorway. Upon realizing that he had been spotted, Sevarian moved a clothed package that he had been holding under his arm, to move his hands into a clapping motion.
"I see the merchant life has not dulled your skills." Sevarian commented smugly as Sherpa approached him. Grabbing a dark silk shirt that was lying on one of the nearby chairs; Sherpa pulled it over his torso before looking at the dark haired human.
"It has it been too bad to you." Sherpa commented in return, the ivory haired High Elf hinting towards the stylish silver polished armor and white cloak that Sevarian was wearing. Sevarian glanced down at it, chuckling for a brief moment.
"Thanks to you, brother." He nodded, smiling back at Sherpa.
"Do not downplay your own part. A king is nothing without his loyal followers." Sherpa commented, a small smirk appearing on his own lips.
"Yes, nor can anyone be true king without a weapon to fit accommodate their status." Sevarian added, holding up the clothed package in his hands. Glancing down at it, Sherpa then threw a look back at Jamie and Tarion; the two men having retreated to the back of the room where they were talking together. Looking back down at it, Sherpa accepted the gift from Sevarian. Removing the silk wrap, he unfolded the layer of cloth; revealing the gleaming surface of a sword hilt made out of stainless steel and shining mithril; adorned with shining silver. Removing the cloth completely, Sherpa tossed it aside to the nearby stack of chairs to study it.
The blade was of regal design, carrying the original theme of a Thalassian curved blade; long and with a gentle cutting arc at the top, anointed with a razor sharp tip. The blade itself seemed to have been composed of multiple different layers of metal, Sherpa identifying a steel base, mithril layering at the edge to maintain its razor sharp cut and a smooth and almost invisible glass layer at the center of the sword. The handle was decorated with silver, partly formed to represent the head of an eagle.
"It looks like a completely different weapon... " Sherpa said as he studied the magnificent weapon.
"Rest assured, it is the same one you carried with you through your former days." Sevarian explained, moving a step closer. Extending a hand, he pointed at the glass surface in the middle of the blade.
"The Runeblade's power remains as great as the day it was forged and cast. The enchantments and and sacrifices it received in the tower of pestilence in Ahn'Keth still lingers inside the blade."
Muttering a quiet curse beneath his breath as he angled the sword, a series of luminous green and unholy runes suddenly appeared alongside the glass layer on the side of the blade; originally having been invisible to the naked eye.
As the runs shone and hummed with a deep power, it felt almost as if the temperature in the room dropped by multiple degrees. Emanating from the sword, an invisible aura of unease began to creep into Jamie and Tarion. Both of the men looked momentarily confused, looking around in the room.
By Sherpa's command, the runes on the blade disappeared. Presented by the scabbard to the blade held up by Sevarian, Sherpa took it and sheathed the blade; and the dark presence quickly disappeared from the room.
"The scabbard actually carries small trace amounts of truesilver." Sevarian explained in a low voice as he looked down at the blade.
"Helps cloak the sword's power and keep any nosy Paladins at bay."
Sherpa's smile seemed to have grown by many times as the High Elf stared down at the sheathed sword in his hands, before lowering it in one hand by his side.
"Thank you. And send my regards to our friend in Ironforge. He has done masterful work."
"Consider it done."
"Did he say anything about joining our cause? The job offering still stands, and we could use a smith of his skill."
"No... nothing yet. Though he is ever grateful for your help from escaping the crusaders, it seems he has had enough in his time under the black banner. I believe he wants to start a normal family, continue his family's legacy. Family and tradition has always run strong in dwarven blood."
"Yes... but I doubt he will remain there for long. People who have seen what you and I have seen... a quiet, normal life would never work for us." Sherpa said as he looked back at Sevarian, giving the man a pat on his shoulderplate. Sevarian looked casually across the room, before returning to meet Sherpa's gaze.
"Indeed... but I have to return to Honor's Watch. Apparently we caught one of your brother's agents." Sevarian explained, as Sherpa raised an eyebrow at the man.
"Really?"
"A girl. Related to Liaena Rune. Past acquaintance. She was investigating the death of the Royal Treasury Advisors, but went beyond her limits."
"I assume you have the situation under control?"
"Yes. There was one fatality. A Red Vanguard member. I have instructed the Captain who did it to lower his use of violence. We cannot hide corpses forever, nor do we have an infinite amount of scapegoats."
"The Red Vanguard will know... "
"They will. I have instructed my agents to make sure that they will not be able to tie the murder of their member to us. Legally we are safe. I cannot speak on behalf of the Vanguard's potential of any rash actions, but if they throw the first stone; we should have a good chance of winning any debates that might ensue. Our forces also outmatch theirs."
"They are spread though. Avoid any contact with the Red Vanguard in the future. I don't want the White Hand to make any news headlines with them. Also, we will lay off their contracts... for the moment. Let their anger cool, and not agitate them further."
"Understood." Sevarian nodded, the man turning to walk towards the door.
"But just one more question... " Sherpa suddenly said as the dark haired human departed the room.
"How do you plan on dealing with your new captive?"
"Do not worry. I will give your brother a nice surprise." Sevarian answered as he disappeared through the door, leaving Sherpa with a smile on his face. Gazing down at his sword, the High Elf nodded before turning to look towards the entrance.
"ALICE! Come down here, I need this room cleaned up!"
Wearing a little more than a pair of black silk pants and a red sash around his waist, the numerous scars scattered across the pale skin of his upper body were exposed to the lights of the chandeliers on the walls. But despite the signs of abuse and earlier wounds, his physique slender was well developed and muscular, a body built through a long trial of hardship.
Entering the room from the entrance behind him were two men. One was a bald haired man wearing the white colors of the White Hand, Tarion, the other a taller, ginger haired man; Jamie Lasher, who was still wearing his heavy dark blue naval uniform coat.
The houseguard Tarion was the first one to step forward, unsheathing his longsword as he approached the lone High Elf.
Sherpa eventually reacted, the High Elf's eyes focusing on the impending swordsman. Reaching down to the belt by his own waist, he unsheathed a thin saber of his own. As Tarion finally reached melee range of the High Elf, the houseguard raised his sword in a swooping eagle posture to strike. But as the man motioned to send his sword down in a direct angle, he suddenly jerked it mid-way; changing its trajectory to strike more from the side instead!
His ivory haired target reacted immediately, not by attempting a parry; but by quickly stepping back. Though his initial sword strike had missed, Tarion had immediately brought the point of his sword back up against the High Elf, attempting a stabbing motion as he charged forward with the tip. Sherpa responded by bringing his sword immediately up from the side, pushing the sword aside while simultaneously stepping into Tarion's proximity with a surprising burst of speed. Moving his left hand to deliver a punch to Tarion's face, the mercenary quickly let one of his hands go off his sword to block the punch. But as he did so, Sherpa's foot already came in from beneath him; sweeping his right leg out from under him. This was shortly followed by Sherpa smashing the metal guard of his blade into the man's upper chest, pushing him off balance while almost immediately after knocking him down with a swift hammer punch through the man's guard!
Tarion landed on his back with a crash, his metal armor and chainmail rattling as he hit the wooden floor. But as soon as Tarion had fallen, Jamie Lasher had already rushed forward with his cutlass at the ready; the rugged sailor performing a series of rapid swings against Sherpa which forced the High Elf to step back to avoid the flurry of attacks!
But even though the High Elf was losing ground, being pushed back through the room by the frenzied assault of the old sailor; he did not at all seem impetus about forming a counter attack. That was, until he spotted a critical over-commitment in one of Jamie's slashes that left the man's arm overly extended. Sherpa reacted immediately to this, swinging his sword to the side and knocking the cutlass clean out of the man's hand. This was quickly followed up by an elbow to the face, causing him to reel a little bit back. But Jamie refused to go down, already blocking Sherpa's sword with the heavy sleeve of his coat; and grabbing the elf's wrist. Jamie lunged his head forward in the attempt of a headbutt, which missed as Sherpa stepped to the side; only to return with a swift uppercut to the man's jaw. Jamie's head flew backwards, but the stubborn captain simultaneously launched his foot forward, hitting Sherpa in the side. The High Elf reeled for a moment, but immediately responded with two quick jabs into the man's stomach. As the successive hits caused Jamie to lean forward, he was swiftly greeted with a knee as Sherpa launched his knee right into the man's face; knocking him back and into the floor!
But despite the beating, Jamie's arms clamored on the floor around him as if he was going to rise up again. But as the man opened his eyes, he suddenly found the tip of Sherpa's blade pointed at his throat.
"Mermaid-shit, you lucked out!" Jamie complained when he realized the situation. Sherpa tilted his head as he gazed down on his fallen sparring partner, giving him an odd look.
"It seems I'm born lucky then. This must be the fourth time." Sherpa commented idly, before removing his sword and extending the man his other arm. Though clearly annoyed and hesitant at first, Jamie eventually accepted the hand and pulled himself up next to the High Elf.
"I want to fight someone else. Someone I can have a real fight with, NO rules, like the sea. I hate these sparrings!" Jamie complained, brumming for a bit before he suddenly glanced over Sherpa's shoulder.
"Seems your friend has arrived... "
Sherpa turned to look around; and saw Sevarian standing at in the doorway. Upon realizing that he had been spotted, Sevarian moved a clothed package that he had been holding under his arm, to move his hands into a clapping motion.
"I see the merchant life has not dulled your skills." Sevarian commented smugly as Sherpa approached him. Grabbing a dark silk shirt that was lying on one of the nearby chairs; Sherpa pulled it over his torso before looking at the dark haired human.
"It has it been too bad to you." Sherpa commented in return, the ivory haired High Elf hinting towards the stylish silver polished armor and white cloak that Sevarian was wearing. Sevarian glanced down at it, chuckling for a brief moment.
"Thanks to you, brother." He nodded, smiling back at Sherpa.
"Do not downplay your own part. A king is nothing without his loyal followers." Sherpa commented, a small smirk appearing on his own lips.
"Yes, nor can anyone be true king without a weapon to fit accommodate their status." Sevarian added, holding up the clothed package in his hands. Glancing down at it, Sherpa then threw a look back at Jamie and Tarion; the two men having retreated to the back of the room where they were talking together. Looking back down at it, Sherpa accepted the gift from Sevarian. Removing the silk wrap, he unfolded the layer of cloth; revealing the gleaming surface of a sword hilt made out of stainless steel and shining mithril; adorned with shining silver. Removing the cloth completely, Sherpa tossed it aside to the nearby stack of chairs to study it.
The blade was of regal design, carrying the original theme of a Thalassian curved blade; long and with a gentle cutting arc at the top, anointed with a razor sharp tip. The blade itself seemed to have been composed of multiple different layers of metal, Sherpa identifying a steel base, mithril layering at the edge to maintain its razor sharp cut and a smooth and almost invisible glass layer at the center of the sword. The handle was decorated with silver, partly formed to represent the head of an eagle.
"It looks like a completely different weapon... " Sherpa said as he studied the magnificent weapon.
"Rest assured, it is the same one you carried with you through your former days." Sevarian explained, moving a step closer. Extending a hand, he pointed at the glass surface in the middle of the blade.
"The Runeblade's power remains as great as the day it was forged and cast. The enchantments and and sacrifices it received in the tower of pestilence in Ahn'Keth still lingers inside the blade."
Muttering a quiet curse beneath his breath as he angled the sword, a series of luminous green and unholy runes suddenly appeared alongside the glass layer on the side of the blade; originally having been invisible to the naked eye.
As the runs shone and hummed with a deep power, it felt almost as if the temperature in the room dropped by multiple degrees. Emanating from the sword, an invisible aura of unease began to creep into Jamie and Tarion. Both of the men looked momentarily confused, looking around in the room.
By Sherpa's command, the runes on the blade disappeared. Presented by the scabbard to the blade held up by Sevarian, Sherpa took it and sheathed the blade; and the dark presence quickly disappeared from the room.
"The scabbard actually carries small trace amounts of truesilver." Sevarian explained in a low voice as he looked down at the blade.
"Helps cloak the sword's power and keep any nosy Paladins at bay."
Sherpa's smile seemed to have grown by many times as the High Elf stared down at the sheathed sword in his hands, before lowering it in one hand by his side.
"Thank you. And send my regards to our friend in Ironforge. He has done masterful work."
"Consider it done."
"Did he say anything about joining our cause? The job offering still stands, and we could use a smith of his skill."
"No... nothing yet. Though he is ever grateful for your help from escaping the crusaders, it seems he has had enough in his time under the black banner. I believe he wants to start a normal family, continue his family's legacy. Family and tradition has always run strong in dwarven blood."
"Yes... but I doubt he will remain there for long. People who have seen what you and I have seen... a quiet, normal life would never work for us." Sherpa said as he looked back at Sevarian, giving the man a pat on his shoulderplate. Sevarian looked casually across the room, before returning to meet Sherpa's gaze.
"Indeed... but I have to return to Honor's Watch. Apparently we caught one of your brother's agents." Sevarian explained, as Sherpa raised an eyebrow at the man.
"Really?"
"A girl. Related to Liaena Rune. Past acquaintance. She was investigating the death of the Royal Treasury Advisors, but went beyond her limits."
"I assume you have the situation under control?"
"Yes. There was one fatality. A Red Vanguard member. I have instructed the Captain who did it to lower his use of violence. We cannot hide corpses forever, nor do we have an infinite amount of scapegoats."
"The Red Vanguard will know... "
"They will. I have instructed my agents to make sure that they will not be able to tie the murder of their member to us. Legally we are safe. I cannot speak on behalf of the Vanguard's potential of any rash actions, but if they throw the first stone; we should have a good chance of winning any debates that might ensue. Our forces also outmatch theirs."
"They are spread though. Avoid any contact with the Red Vanguard in the future. I don't want the White Hand to make any news headlines with them. Also, we will lay off their contracts... for the moment. Let their anger cool, and not agitate them further."
"Understood." Sevarian nodded, the man turning to walk towards the door.
"But just one more question... " Sherpa suddenly said as the dark haired human departed the room.
"How do you plan on dealing with your new captive?"
"Do not worry. I will give your brother a nice surprise." Sevarian answered as he disappeared through the door, leaving Sherpa with a smile on his face. Gazing down at his sword, the High Elf nodded before turning to look towards the entrance.
"ALICE! Come down here, I need this room cleaned up!"
That's not a problem, Wraith. We want people at their best, and of course, to enjoy themselves in this RP.
It was fun talking to you, and good luck on your next RPs and adventures :)
It was fun talking to you, and good luck on your next RPs and adventures :)
On that I'm actually not sure, Bing. Back when I played WoW, Blizzard had a tendency to leave out such... minor details :P
But going by the WoW wiki, which states that Goblins are a 'fast breeding race', and not to mention that they live rather dangerous lifestyles(if someone thinks strapping live rockets to their boots is ever a good idea, you know they might have a limited lifespan). So I'll assume their lifespan is slightly under that of a human.
Not to mention, you could probably chip away another 20-30 years from the expected lifespan of a Goblin, due to their tendency to live dangerous lives, gamble, ignore healthy lifestyles, and not to mention their crazy tinkering and complete disregard of safety protocols.
I'd assume that they mature almost at the same rate as humans, though maybe a little faster, by 2-4 years or so. Can reach 70 years of age if living healthy, but since many of them never make it, I'd put the expected lifespan at around 40-50(and even them I'm feeling slightly bit generous, hah).
I hope that was a sufficient answer, Bing.
Well Wraith, I think I've made roughly 20 NPC characters/w backstories for this RP, atop of my own two main characters so far. I think if you want to join(which is entirely your choice), you'll easily be able to come up with something else.
Like the magical words go: "Use your imagination." ;)
But going by the WoW wiki, which states that Goblins are a 'fast breeding race', and not to mention that they live rather dangerous lifestyles(if someone thinks strapping live rockets to their boots is ever a good idea, you know they might have a limited lifespan). So I'll assume their lifespan is slightly under that of a human.
Not to mention, you could probably chip away another 20-30 years from the expected lifespan of a Goblin, due to their tendency to live dangerous lives, gamble, ignore healthy lifestyles, and not to mention their crazy tinkering and complete disregard of safety protocols.
I'd assume that they mature almost at the same rate as humans, though maybe a little faster, by 2-4 years or so. Can reach 70 years of age if living healthy, but since many of them never make it, I'd put the expected lifespan at around 40-50(and even them I'm feeling slightly bit generous, hah).
I hope that was a sufficient answer, Bing.
Well Wraith, I think I've made roughly 20 NPC characters/w backstories for this RP, atop of my own two main characters so far. I think if you want to join(which is entirely your choice), you'll easily be able to come up with something else.
Like the magical words go: "Use your imagination." ;)
That we are, Bing :)
If you have any questions about how to join, feel free to ask them here in the OOC or just PM me. I'll be able to provide for any questions that you might have related to this RP.
As for you, Wraith. We are pretty chock-full on both High & Night Elves at the moment. Could you perhaps pick something else? :P
If you have any questions about how to join, feel free to ask them here in the OOC or just PM me. I'll be able to provide for any questions that you might have related to this RP.
As for you, Wraith. We are pretty chock-full on both High & Night Elves at the moment. Could you perhaps pick something else? :P
Rithrynn is so good at sharing the credit :P
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