Sinerathin

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Sherpa trailed over to the half-open elevator doors to gaze down into the darkness of the deep shaft on the other side. He could not see any sign of the Night Elves, the darkness shrouding his vision, but he could definitely hear them through the occasional shriek and curse coming from below.

“I didn’t know you could fight that well!” Blastwit said as he came walking up from the sideline, keeping a safe distance from the doorway as if he was afraid to accidentally fall down.
“If only my men had half your skill when it came to dealing with Night Elves… “

He spoke in reference to Sherpa’s fight with the Night Elf Aleen, which he had witnessed from the sideline. But as he turned his face to look down the shaft as well, he grimaced.

“They got away, dammit!” Blastwit cursed as he gazed down into the darkness, before his gaze snapped back to Sherpa.
“I’ll inform the garrison immediately. We need to cut any escape by sea off!”

“Before you go, Captain… “

Sherpa suddenly spoke as the Captain was just about to turn around and walk away. The High Elf was sliding a rag across his blade, to clean off the purple Night Elven blood that adorned the tip.

“I’d like some explosives. It feels wrong not to leave them without a little parting gift.” Sherpa said as he gazed down the elevator shaft, an ever so hidden grin appearing on his lips as she put his runeblade back into its sheath.

Captain Blastwit looked at him for a moment, unsure how to treat a request from their mysterious savior.

However, the man resigned to turn to one of the few remaining chevaliers who could still walk, and motioned for the man to bring a batch of four heavy black iron bombs tied together in a bundle by a multi-fuse.

The chevalier handed over the explosives to Sherpa, who in turn held them up to the Captain.

Blastwit looked at the explosives for a moment, and then over to the elevator shaft. It was not like they could do any more possible damage than what the intruders had already done. Without a word, he’d inhale from his cigar, before moving its hot-cindering tip over to the fuse; thus igniting it and beginning the countdown.

“Consider this one on the house!” Sherpa proclaimed loudly down the elevator shaft before he slung the bungle of iron bombs down into the elevator shaft. The black bombs fell at great speed down towards the bottom of the shaft, occasionally clanking into the walls as they raced towards the bottom!

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“Retreat, the battle is lost!”

“This is not what I signed up for!”

The dockhands had only taken a quick glance at the angry horde of Night Elves coming out of the elevator shaft before decided that the battle was already lost, throwing whatever primitive, crude or improvised weaponry they may have gathered to defend themselves with and legging it in the other direction.

More specifically, towards a small warehouse built into the bare stone walls inside the cove.

“Stand and fight, cowards!” One of the chevaliers cried out as he tried to create a semblance of order or discipline in the motley crew of part-time workers. But everyone except for the two remaining chevaliers had already fled the field.
“Perhaps a… tactical reconsideration is in order?” The other chevalier who was standing by him would carefully suggest.

The first chevalier, who was currently looking at the incoming Night Elves from behind his mask, and to the fleeing dockworkers behind them; decided against his honor to turn around as well and flee with his comrade!
The chevaliers followed the fleeing dockhands into the warehouse, before shutting the heavy wooden door behind them. Further noise could be heard coming from inside the building, presumably as the dockworkers and chevaliers moved every heavy crate and object they could find behind the door in order to bar it!

All the while, the eyes of the black haired and now miniaturized battle mage would slowly open, as Sathrielle would cast a confused look around her at her current situation.

The world had grown exponentially during her period of unconsciousness. Or was it she who had been shrunk?

Details didn’t matter. What mattered now was the fact that she was being carried by the snide, two-faced girl from before. Fortunately however, she seemed busy talking to one of her even bigger, purple, long-eared bodyguards/henchmen. What’s more, she also saw another small figure comparable to her own diminished form; Bella, moving around Liaena’s neck.

An opportunity had been spotted, and a plan had already formed in Sathrielle’s head. Now she had act before the window was lost!

Although she had lost her staff, she was nonetheless capable of summoning a small gust of fire from her hands. Liaena would suddenly feel a shock of pain emanate from her hand, as if someone had just poked it with a hot-needle! As Liaena’s grip opened following the fire spell, Sathrielle would immediately climb up onto her wrist, rush up along her arm, and onto her shoulder!

There she would find the confused Bella, looking straight back at her.

"Uhhh, Li?! ... your prisoner, she's... !"

“You’re coming with me, girl!” Sathrielle said before she grabbed the front of Bella’s collar, and pulled her towards herself.

As Bella collided into Sathrielle’s shoulder, she would suddenly feel a moment of weightlessness as the world disappeared around them; before they would reappear again a couple of feet behind Liaena, and closer to the elevator.

Having unsheathed her short sword, she would point it threateningly at Bella.

“Work with me and you’ll be alright; but know I won’t hesitate either!” She quickly said to Bella as she forced her forward as they made a run for it towards the elevator shaft, which still housed some Night Elves, including Aleena and Kathlin. Neither of whom seemed to have noticed the mini-duo running from Liaena and the rest of the elves in the docks.

But as Sathrielle and Bella came closer to the elevator shaft, Sathrielle would suddenly force Bella to stop as she noticed a bundle of iron bombs fall down into the bottom of the elevator shaft right in front of them – fuse almost burnt out!

“Oh crap!” Sathrielle would exclaim, before beginning to pull Bella back from the elevator shaft, to which they now stood precariously close to the blast radius!

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Finished the Witcher 3, and it took me 80 hours for a single playthrough. 80 hours.

Though by far the best RPG of 2015!

As for Feisty, I can always send her a PM to see if she has any intention of continuing. Then we could get some closure on it at least, so that we don't risk terminating her character only for her to reappear a week later :)

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Alissah, though supported by Kathlin, had immediately reached down to her belt to whip out her pistol as the dwarf entered the shaft, blunderbuss primed and ready and aimed right at them!

*CRASH*

The ensuing chaos made Alissah raise an eyebrow, as the dwarf was suddenly buried by a small tidal wave of large Night Elves suddenly coming down the shaft!

"I will not question the methods of my allies, as long as they work." She commented as she watched the mostly purple pile of limbs, sprawled bodies, big butts and hair that now filled the center of the shaft, with the occasional Liaena and Liam; who were barely visible; stuck somewhere inbetween. The prisoner, Sathrielle, was virtually impossible to see.

" ... do we still have the prisoner?"

*

Back up in the storage hall, the White Hand mercenaries were in disarray as they were being shot by arrows from every direction; those who hadn't already been shot having sought refuge behind the nearest crate.

Now within sight of the battlefield, Sherpa would march towards it with long, confident strides.

Raising his right hand, he would hold it up towards some of the nearby crates, before suddenly pulling it aside. To the Night Elf hiding on top of the shelf, it was as though an invisible force suddenly grabbed her, before throwing her out from her hiding spot and into the light as she rolled across the ground floor!

Reaching down to his waist, Sherpa would grab ahold of his Runeblade as he approached the frenzied Aleena who was caught in a duel with the remaining knight, who was struggling to stand against her furious attacks.

Wounded, the knight would back away from the Night Elf. But before Aleena could strike again, Sherpa would intervene with his Runeblade, meeting her saber mid-air in a clash of blades!

"I have some questions... " Sherpa started as he looked up at Aleena past their two interconnected blades, as a frigid frost seemed to spread from the blade of his Runeblade and across Aleena's saber.
"Questions about the whereabouts of my kin."

As Aleena released her blade, Sherpa was quick to parry the incoming blow; before retaliating with a fierce strike of his own, as the ashen haired High Elf brought his Runeblade down against Aleena.

But when his blade was parried by Aleena's saber, it would shatter it upon impact! As his blade connected with Aleena's, the upper half of the Night Elf's blade would crackle before shattering into a thousand pieces. As it was destroyed upon contact, Sherpa's Runeblade would continue through the air until it cut into the shoulderpiece of Aleena's armor, cutting through the combination of steel and exotic leather to leave a minor gash!

Yet even though the wound itself was minor in volume, the mere touch from the Runeblade was enough to send a frightening chill through the rest of the Night Elf's body, spreading a dark sensation as if all her heat had been snapped right out of her, replacing it with a cold emptiness inside of her.

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"I can't see shit!" One of the musketmen huddling beneath the battle mage's shield complained as he tried to scan for targets through the now green smoke that filled a large part of the storage room.

"This is what you get for hiring the lowest bidder! I've always said the room's got crappy ventilation! You know, my father's in the business, and we could summon him to,-"

"Quiet your gums, men. They are escaping!" Blastwit yelled back at his men, as the Captain had managed to find his way to the battle mage's shield and had sheltered in it with the rest of his men.
"Battlemage Alfrix, cease with the blind fire and deal with the smoke! We need a clear line of sight!"

"Yes, sir!" The second battle mage in the group replied, nodding with his mask as he prepared another spell.

The air seemed to stand completely still around the group of White Hand soldiers for a moment, before suddenly exploding outwards in every direction in a forceful wave of magical, kinetic energies that functioned much like a powerful gust of wind; pushing the smoke away in a circle and out towards the periphery of the storage hall. This left them with a clear view of the crates that Liaena and Rithrynn were hiding behind, as well as a unblocked line of sight to the door.

The spell had come too late for them to see Kathlin and Alissah, however, as the two had already disappeared down the elevator shaft.

"We still have three knights left; have them do something!" Captain Blastwit called out, and was heard by the three remaining White Hand knights that remained in the room. The fourth remained either stunned or stuck in the crates he had fallen into, unable to wriggle himself in his heavy armor from a crate filled with large amounts of hay.

The rest of the three knights would react, however. Two of them would rush back to their original positions by the bronze doors, positioning themselves in a defensive formation in front of the narrow exit between the massive, half-open bronze gates. The last one would stomp down from the walkway and onto the ground floor, before heading towards Rithrynn and Liaena's position behind the crates.

But meanwhile, at the far end of the storage room, a lone figure would appear.

Walking out from one of the main, large hallways leading into the storage room would be Sherpa, wearing his dark blue and golden silk robes and satin, pitch black shoulder cape. Though separated from the main action by a series of large rows made up of crates upon crates, he could nonetheless hear the commotion from the center of the room.

Walking with a casual though hastened stride through the storage hall, with his hand resting on the handle of his sword which hung in its sheath by his hip, he would move towards the center of the storage which was just a little more than a hundred feet away!

*

At the bottom of the elevator shaft, in the small cove inside the very reef beneath Honor's Watch, a small group of four chevaliers had arrived by a small rowboat and headed towards the docks. Only two of them wore their uniforms, the rest of them wearing civilian garbs and only armed with rapiers as they seemed to have just arrived from the harbor Inn.

"We need to close the watergate. All exits are to be sealed." One of the chevaliers called out to a pair of nearby dockworkers standing on the pier. The two dockhands were quick to acknowledge the request, as the two lads set off and began to run towards a small tower at the edge of the pier built into the cavern walls of the cove that controlled the large metal grate that was built around the entrance to the cove.

"There's no need, the elevator's gone. There's no way they can get out that way." A chevalier standing at the pier shouted back at the arriving group in their boat as they docked with the pier.

"Security protocols. All entrances and exits are to remain closed during an emergency." The chevalier from the rowboat replied, as he and his group stepped onto land, leading the entire force in the cove to now consists of five chevaliers total, seven workers and one grumpy dwarf with a heavy blunderbuss by the elevator doors.
"We even got reports that one of the intruders escaped by jumping off the highest wall. We cannot take any chances!"

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Sathrielle seemed to have passed completely out cold following the event of being hit by big-falling-Night Elf. And perhaps also because of her decision not to wear a helmet, for whatever decision of vanity it might have been. The battle mage lay motionless under the large Night Elf, and with how her eyes twitched behind their lids suggested that she was already well on her way to dreamland.

Captain Blastwit on the other hand had cried out in relief as he had been released from the cowardly grip of Liaena, and was rapidly crawling across the floor to stagger back onto his feet!

"Fi-fi-fiyah! Fire, men! At them, now!" He cried out as he ran in a diagonal line towards his men in the battle mage's sphere, giving them a clear shot at Liaena and her friends who were now caught in the open.

The men immediately reacted, raising their muskets and their available battle mage prepared his spells as they were about to fire!

But before they could fire off their first volley, a bronze and glass made cylindrical container came flying through the air to crack onto the ground between the two opposing groups, exploding in a blinding light that temporarily disoriented anyone who looked at it. The mysterious grenade also seemed to produce a carpet of thick, sulphuric tasting smog that rose between the two groups.

Suddenly appearing from behind Liaena's party was Alissah, the woman seemingly having returned to the world of consciousness though still clinging the wound in her chest with one hand.

But as she approached Liaena and the rest of the group, the woman seemed to ignore any sort of greeting that may have been sent her way. Instead, she immediately gripped Liaena and Liam, and pulled them to the ground.

"Get down!"

She called out as she tossed them both to the ground, just as a lethal volley of spells and musket shots came through the smog and flew over their heads as the White Hand fired off a blind volley into the smog!

Alissah let out an audible groan with the action, any greater movement seeming to revive the pain from her wound, but she bit through it and looked at Liaena and Liam, while also sparing a quick glance at the purple mound that was Rithrynn lying ontop of the unfortunate Sathrielle.

"I can't believe the arch bishop let such a heinous heresy grow in our own city!" Alissah muttered angrily as she stared towards the smog, which was slowly beginning to evaporate.

"Two things;" She turned to the group.
"Have you found a way out?"

*Bang*

Another musket shot whizzed past their heads.

"Second, I want to interrogate one of these damnable heathens once we're done! Do we have a prisoner?"

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Sorry about the silence, girls.

Between incessant studying and The Witcher 3, I've had what you might call in proper MMO terminology: "No life.". :P

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As the ranks of the White Hand were rapidly thinned as both chevaliers and workers were either felled or disappeared in the attack by their invisible foe, one of the Battle Mages rushed towards the center of the storage room, some dozen or more feet away from Liaena and Sathrielle.

"Rally to me!" The Battle Mage called out as he held his staff up in front of him, before slamming the bottom of it into the stone floor below him. As the bottom of the metal staff contacted with the ground, a blue light was emitted from the point of impact; expanding into a shield around the mage that was large enough to host a small group.

An arrow had already been released by one of the sentinels - aimed at the mage - but as the arrow flew towards him, it hit the surrounding shield and broke upon impact; the pieces falling to the floor.

Five of the remaining White Hand chevaliers, including another battle mage, came rushing from either side to seek protection under the shield recently erected by their fellow battle mage. There were no signs of any workers in the storage room anymore, all having either fled or been incapacitated by the Night Elves.

"What about her?" Asked one of the chevaliers as he primed his musket behind the shield, looking through his mask in the direction of Sathrielle.

"Forget about her, she can handle herself! We got bigger problems right now!" Answered another one of the Chevaliers under the shield, wielding a sword and a pistol.
"Light, light; we need to illuminate our attackers!"

The other battle mage who had entered the protective sphere was quick to respond to his request, and began to summon a series of magical orbs of light that he tossed around in the storage room; illuminating large swathes of ground as the orbs cast a bright light all around them as they traveled, and leaving little darkness for the Night Elves to hide in!

Behind them, two of the four knights had begun to move, having seen some of the Night Elves on the walkway up above. The two split up, each of them taking their own separate staircase to the walkway as they stomped along, feeling confident that their heavy armor and shield would render them almost invulnerable to the Night Elves and their arrows.

In the meantime, Kathlin's shield was steadily growing weaker.

Though mildly distracted by the antics of the bold boy, Liam, Sathrielle could sense the weakness. Conjuring yet another spell in her other hand, she suddenly unleashed an arcane wind upon Kathlin's barrier, which immediately crumbled and dissipated!

"I tire of playing with children!" She uttered as she attempted to move, only to realize that she was still stuck in the goo gluing her to the floor. But instead of yielding, she suddenly straightened herself up; before the whole mage vanished in a magical blink!

Though gone, Sathrielle would reappear in less than a blink of an eye later; appearing right in front of Kathlin! Without warning, she would ram the tip of the crystal sphere of her staff right into Kathlin's lower abdomen! The punch was enough to beat the air straight out of the girl's lungs as Kathlin fell forward with her torso! Grasping the shaft of her staff with both hands, Sathrielle would hold it out to the side as to bring it about in a swing, but just as the Battle Mage had started the swing; she would disappear again!

This time, Sathrielle immediately reappeared behind Kathlin, the swing of her staff now fully underway!

Her staff would be directed at the side of Kathlin's knee, and hit with a painful force that would completely swipe the girl's feet out from under her, and send her crumbling, breathless, to the ground!

"Give up!" Sathrielle stated as she turned towards Liaena, Liam and Blastwit; holding up her left arm next to her, her hand glowing with arcane energy as she prepared yet another spell. Though it was uncertain whether or not a surrender could even be made in time for her to not cast it!

The unfortunate Captain, Blastwit, seemed highly apprehensive about this; instinctively trying to pull back away from Liaena and Liam whom now sat right in the ruthless battle mage's crosshairs, but was stopped by Liaena's dagger which was dangerously close to his family jewels, whereas any sudden move from either of them could have severe ramifications!

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"W-wait, wait! Halt! Cease-cease!" Sounded the worried voice of the Captain as he held an arm out to tell his men to stay put as some of them reached for their weapons and leveled their guns.

His calm demeanor had long since been abated and replaced by a concerned expression as the man's eyes flickered between Liaena's arm, his nether regions, and his surrounding men who had just stepped closer. His cigar had dropped to the floor where it lay on the ground between Liaena and Blastwits.

"There is no reason to do this, girl. There is no way out from here, the elevator does not work. I assure you, this scheme of yours will never end w,- aaahhh, okay, okay!" The pitch of the man's voice became higher as Liaena pressed the dagger more menacingly towards his family jewelry.
"Stand down, men. And we will find a resolution to this."

The Captain instructed his men, sweat now trickling down along his forehead and down to his heavy brows.

The black haired battle mage, Sathrielle, who was still standing next to them did apparently not share the same concern as the Captain. Unlike the worried expression of the Captain, she was currently giving both him and Liaena a rather calm glare whilst brandishing her staff; even as the rest of the White Hand mercenaries in the room were stepping away or lowering their weapons.

"Sergeant Commissar Blackheart, please, do as the girl says." The Captain said to Sathrielle in a pleading voice, but received little sympathy from the eyes of the battle mage.

"Cowardice is not in your contract, Captain Blastwits. Though your life and limbs are your own to protect, you will not be allowed to compromise the integrity of the force for the sole sake of their protection." It was a wicked gleam that flashed across Sathrielle's eyes as she suddenly raised her ebony staff and pointed it at the barrier created by Kathlin!

"No! Don't!"

Sounded the pleading words from Captain Blastwits in the background, but Sathrielle seemed deaf to the man's plight.

"Men of the White Hand, apprehend these intruders! Disobedience will be punished by death!" Sathrielle suddenly screamed out with a fanatic zeal! Kathlin soon found the barrier becoming immeasurably more cumbersome to maintain as Sathrielle cast a dispel spell with ruthlessly proficiency against the group, the walls of light around them starting to dim as the experienced battlemage's magic worked its way through the apprentice's barrier!

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I'll leave whether Liam knows the chevalier speaking to him or not up to you, liaena. If you want to make him perhaps a person that Liam used to know, or just ignore it :)

shush! stop dissing Serphia! :O

i'll have you know that Sharon hasn't taken as much as a scratch under her delicate care, even through numerous battles in an attack on a heavily fortified fortress ^_^

be more grateful!

@Rithy

But how much freedom and comfort should a man have to sacrifice for his personal protection? That is the question!

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The Captain furrowed his brows as he looked down on the group of priests and apprentices that had just walked up to him. Holding his cigar out to the side and up to an approaching battle mage, he waited for the battle mage to conjure up a small fire to light it, before moving the cigar back to his mouth and inhaled.

"You are from the Church, are you?" The man inquired as he looked down at them. Although a flair of suspicion was visible on his face, there was no sign of hostility. It did not seem like he considered the underaged teenagers in front of him as much of a threat.
"First, let me introduce myself; my name is Captain John Blastwits, of the White Hand, maritime protection and security company, and at your service Priestess Rune. We are indeed under attack, but the situation is under our control. We have repelled the invaders topside and have secured every entrance and exit to the castle."

He explained while letting out a large puff of smoke. Looking at the shield around Liaena and the group, and how the smoke from the cigar evaporated around it, he would turn his attention back to Liaena.

"If the church wants to help, I will not turn down your help. We have a lot of wounded men up in the infirmary below the keep. Any healing hands that you could provide would be most welcome."

"Gray, what are you doing here?" Suddenly sounded one of the chevaliers in the background, seemingly recognizing Liam as he walked in the bck of the group. Though the chevalier's face was hidden behind his mask.

"Do you know this man?" Captain Blastwits inquired, turning to look at the chevalier. But as he did, another battlemage had stepped into the scene, a female with pale skin and with black hair running down behind her in the shape of a ponytail. The black haired battle mage, Sathrielle, walked up beside Blastwits.

"We do not have any official guests this evening, nor have I received words that we are to receive any. Security protocols dictate that all guests to corporate grounds be wearing special insignias, and to be accompanied by an official of the company at all times." The woman spoke in a calm voice as her gray eyes trailed over to Liaena and her peers. Sathrielle placed the bottom of her ebony staff on the floor as she leaned it against her right shoulder.
"And I see neither a guide with them, nor any insignias on their bodies. It might be rash of me to say, but I do believe that they are trying to deceive you, Captain."