RP Story

Dreadnaught: Well Polaris, either you're red-deficient somehow, or your system doesn't like the red channel in a .jpg. :P (Red X's = Dwarf city and UD base). Anyways... this looks like it'll be interesting.... for tommorrow. Because now it's 9:30 and I'm exhausted (actually I fell asleep in my chair a little earlier =/ ). Besides, maybe Count will post before I do, it is his character's fight after all.

BTW: That was quite an impressive post if I do say so myself.

Hmm . . . it looks red now that I look closer . . . maybe it's an optical illusion caused by some subtle yellowish tint in the scroll?

I agree with Dreadnaught, very impressive post. I, myself, would not have been able to have that idea! Anyway, let's go on with Kar and Firessa.

Firessa and Kar sat with Gazz, talking, when Siroff and Thenaius went out in a hurry.
“What's happening?� Firessa asked.
“Whatever it is, it is bad!� Kar said.
“Yeah, very bad…� Gazz followed with a loud grating sound.
“I will wait for my kin…� Firessa said.
“But you just sent the message, three hours ago… Your army couldn't possibly be here in the next ten minutes!�
“An army? No, not an army. You are right; an army can't be here in three hours but a small squad, yes… On hippogryphs and with the speed the night gives us, it is possible, and moreover, ten days of walk from the base till here isn't much for hippogryphs. A team of six archers will be here, any minute…�
“You impress me. I wish the high elves could come with such speed…�
“I thought they could,� Firessa seemed surprised.
“How? Who told you we could?�
“We know it. If night elves can, high elves can. We are not so different. You also have a kind of hippogryph, another kind, slightly different from ours. Like Night elves and High elves, there is our bird and yours too. Damn, I forgot how you call it!�
“You mean the Dragonhawks?�
“Yeah, that's exactly that.�
“I don't know if they will send a small force. Anyway, the messenger hasn't yet gone…� Kar glanced behind her to find the messenger, drinking ale, “And I don't think he'll be ready to go soon… Do you think we should shake him?�
“Perhaps later… What are the boys doing? Are we to go and see?�
“I'll go. I think I can hear wings flapping.�
“The Hippogryph riders will be here in seconds then…� Kar left the inn in direction of the tournament arena. Meanwhile, Firessa went outside and looked at the sky. “Where are they? Katana, burn.� Firessa lit her katana and used it as a beacon. Small specks were seen, approaching at high speed.
Seconds later, the hippogryphs were standing patiently on the ground. Six night-elf archers dismounted. One of them was a few paces in front of the rest.
“Lieutenant Firessa, I am Captain Naya of the Third Degree Scout Flight Squad,� Naya bowed respectfully in front of Firessa.
“No need of that in front of me, Naya,� Firessa replied, laughing, “Any message from the priestess?�
“Yes, here it is,� Naya gave her a piece of paper on which a note was scribbled.
“Okay. We will go tomorrow. Enjoy yourselves for the night! Dismiss!�
Naya broke the ranks and walked to Firessa, “It's the first time I meet a Lieutenant who doesn't count much on discipline, you know.�
“I expect my race to be disciplined as from birth, you know!� Firessa laughed softly, “Besides, you seem to be a fine Captain.�
“Thanks, Lieutenant Firessa.�
“Firessa only will be fine. Go to the inn with your friends. I have some matters to attend to…�
Naya nodded and entered the inn, drawing the attention of everyone. Some ‘What are these night elves doing here?' were heard in the inn.
Firessa turned and went in direction of the tournament arena…

Hope I am not making night elves seem too powerful. ;)

Pherexio: Naw... NE are crazy tough anyway! XD
Anyway, until we get some more info on Varall's behavior, posting an update on his battle might be difficult.
Also, about the X's: Dreadnaught had it on about 67% opacity, and because of the orangeish/yellowish/brownish hue of the scroll, the red X's appear Oreange. In simple terms: the red is partially see-thru, making it look orange on the yellow scroll.

Anyways, back to the story at hand. Because we (as in Kar, myself, Dread, and Defi) are pretty much at a loss as to how Varall will respond to people interefering with his battle, Karazai, Siroff, and Thenaius may be out of the updating picture for a bit. However, we'll make some assumptions if Count doesn't post soon. Anyways (I say taht too much) just clearing all that up.

BTW: I might update today, depends on how today goes.

[edit] (still Pherexio) Well, it wasn't exactly yesterday, but here goes:
"A team of Night Elven archers arrived on hippogryph sooner than even Gazz had expected. Firessa was giving them a talk. Kar had already walked toward the tournament grounds, and when Firessa finished addressing the arhcers, she too headed toward that area.
'Well now... that's abit odd...' Goblinese was not much spoken in Ragnatan, even if nearly one quarter of its inhabitants spoke it natively. Naturally, his mumbled thoughts in the strange language attracted stares. Gazz cursed himself under his breath and walked out of the inn. 'I'll be less conspicuous out here anyway. Now then... let's see what all the fuss is about...' Gazz turned into an alleyway and made sure noone was in it. Then, he grabbed a circular device from his mulit-faceted backpack. 'On.' One side flickered into light when the word was spoken (naturally, in his native Goblinese). 'Now then... tournament grounds.... North, North, West.' The lights adjusted to match the order. When they stopped, several dots appeared on the device's lighted side. One red, two yellow, one purple, one brown, and one a redish orange color. 'Well now... You' he pointed at the red dot, 'you are Siroff. and you' the two yellow dots 'the darker is Thenaius, the lighter is Kar. You' the red-orange, 'You are Varall. But you...' He pointed to the brown dot, 'I don't know who you are.' The red-orange dot moved toward the brown. 'They're fighting...' Again and again the red-orange dot moved at the brown, each time more slowly, each time it was knocked back farther. 'Why aren't the others helping? Oh... the fighters' spirit always has been a mystery to me... 'honor' and the like...' Gazz continues to grumble on and on until the red-orange dot began to blink. 'hunh? My radar is malfunctioning... wait... Oh no... that's not good.' Gazz's thoughts immediately became grim. 'He's losing.'
Without another moment's thought, Gazz replaced the disk he called 'radar' and began a fast-paced walk to the tournament grounds. 'Inconspicuous... inconspicuous... hurry damnit! The radar has never been wrong before... except that one time... but this time it's not broken! Come on...'"

Ok... well now. Pandaren are tough! I'm sure Varall will pull something off... that is, if Count posts an update.

Count's been kind of quiet, hasn't he. Well, if he doesn't post anything, I will tomorrow.

The RP has taken a break? I really don't know what to post...

Well it can't take too long of a break. We need to move at least a little soon.

Yeah... That's for sure... Perhaps an update of Defi's... There should be news for Tir who would surely be angry learning the failure of Helisius. Where's Count?

Or maybe Lord could post some more, with the undead and all. Well, I am going to try and keep things moving . . . but not much at the moment.

By the Light, that's a lot of blood. Varall was on the ground once again, groaning in pain. His right eye was blackened and bloody, and his left seemed a little glazed over. His arms clutched his side, trying desperately to close what would become a fatal wound if somebody didn't act.
"Now will you accept our help, Varall?" Thenaius asked.
The half-orc gurgled something.
"Let's pretend that was a yes and figure the rest out later." With that, Siroff leaped at the pandaren.
Thenaius stayed back, beginning a complicated incantation. His image blurred, and split, and blurred again, until a half-dozen images of the mage were visible, weaving between each other. Thenaius began to ready a more offensive spell.
But it was already too late - the wizard's only warning was Siroff flying overhead, and then the pandaren was upon him. The false images did nothing to hinder the bear-man's aim, and only the enchantments in Thenaius' robes kept the polearm from sawing him in half.
Everything went dark for a second, and suddenly Thenaius was clear on the other side of the arena. There was some blood on his robes, and he was certain one of his ribs was cracked. We need reinforcements , he thought desperately, or some kind of escape plan .
"Get down, Thenaius!" As the elf ducked instinctively, three arrows whizzed over his head. Turning around, he saw Firessa preparing for another volley, while Karazai poured something down Varall's down. Another, smaller figure could be seen coming up from behind them. It would have been comforting, if he hadn't known how strong their foe was.
He looked back at the pandaren. The warrior had deflected Firessa's arrows with a practised ease, and in one swift, seamless motion halved the distance between himself and the night elf.
On second thought , Thenaius said, I would have definitely prefered the escape plan.

Firessa blinked as the pandaren landed, shaking the ground madly. She ran in a semicircle towards Thenaius. The pandaren was eyeing her closely. She stopped near Thenaius and dropped a vial.

"That will help you very much..."

She continued to run. The pandaren made another huge leap to land in front of her. Firessa thought up a trick quickly. Three seconds before the pandaren lands... two seconds... one second... Firessa slided and lowered until she was nearly on the ground. The pandaren landed and shook the ground once more. She slided between the fat legs and straightened herself to run again.

"Good luck for another leap! I'm off to heal my friends," Firessa shouted.

She stopped near Varall and dropped another vial. Siroff was on his feet again. Firessa threw a third vial to him, saying, "Here! Take this! Then we'll all be ready to fight..."


OOC:That should make the battle easier, but the pandaren is still far stronger.

Does it matter if Therranor comes stronger next time? I mean, lots of time had passed since the usurpation of the Garrison City...

Dreadnaught: Well, this is certainly moving well now. and Lord, the Undead as a whole would be far stronger by now, but I think that Therranor would still be about the same he was before because he'd have been leading the undead at the city, but I don't know. anyway I s'pose it's my turn to update the battle.
"'Pandaren are nothing but trouble. I've known this all my life, and time after time--' Siroff lost his footing again. The pandaren had been leaping about chasing down Firessa.
'Here! Take this!' Firessa threw a vial of some water at him. She said something else, but Siroff couldn't hear it over the thunderlike pounding of the pandaren's landings.
'Well water!' at the realization, Siroff downed the contents of the vial. His broken bones seemed to mend, tired muscles lost the weight they'd been carrying for so long. 'Amazing!' He stood up again, this time, not falling down from the pandaren's thunderous landings. He saw Thenaius stand again as well. 'He tooks us down that quickly.... we'd need that army I raised about a half hour ago....' Then Siroff had an idea.
'Pandaren! Turn and look me in the eye!' The pandaren turned, 'perhaps this wasn't the smartest idea.... Pandaren! You have chosen an ill battleground.' The pandaren looked from side to side.
'I see no error in my choice. All I see... is how easily you will all lose.' With that, the monstrous pandaren charged at Siroff.
'Bad choice... I hope. Mouse!' Siroff shrank quickly and transformed into a tiny mouse. He dashed to the side in time to see the pandaren with a shocked expression. From his new perspective, the pandaren seemed as tall as the highest mountain Siroff had ever seen. He dashed behind the pandaren with his impressive rodent-like speed. 'Dire frost wolf!' He grew and grew to immense size, nearly one-and-a-half times the pandaren's. He lunged at the panda-man.
'Too slow!' The pandaren called from behind Siroff.
'He's fast for such a fat man...' He lunged and missed again. 'I need a better plan....'
'Siroff, keep him occupied. I need some time to prepare this spell.'
'Yeah, yeah you always say that.'
'I do? No matter, just keep him focused on you!' Siroff suddenly realized he wasn't speaking with Köl.
'Well Siroff, you heard the man. Keep him occupied.' He continued to try and attack the pandaren, knowing that each attempt would miss. 'That better be one douzy of a spell.'"

Well, Therranor didn't just stayed there doing nothing......

And could somebody tell me briefly what is going on? What's with pandarens?

The pandaren is an agent from Tir, the one who harrasses Kar and just recently, Kol too. You haven't been following the RP? That's pretty funny since you should keep track with the story to know what to post...
You know what the undead are supposed to be doing at that moment I suppose...

. . . So that's what its like to have everything in your post deleted - sucks terribly.

Good to see you here again, Lord. To bad I'm pathetic at small talk.

[edit]: There, I've retyped the whole thing:

Keep him occupied. Without waiting for Siroff's reply, Thenaius began casting another spell. Siroff kept himself busy avoiding the pandaren's blades, while Varall was cautiously sneaking up behind the great panda. Karazai was somewhere nearby – where, Thenaius could not say – and Firessa lit herself up with magical fire.
Ahh, the irony of the night elves. Honestly, however, Thenaius found that he liked the night elf – she seemed so respectful and careful to judge.
Stay focused, you adderbrained gnollskull! Thenaius finished the incantation, and unleashed a series of magical bolts upon the pandaren.
Instead of being struck down, however, the pandaren merely spun his polearm rapidly and held it before him like a shield. To everyone's astonishment, the spell-bolts were deflected as easily as a volley of arrows – and for this guy, even a volley was deflected easily. Varall had to jump aside to avoid a stray bolt, which earned Thenaius an insulted glare from the half-orc.
Something was gained out of the ordeal, however. Siroff, undistracted by the magical barrage, used the distraction to slip in and hamstring one of the pandaren's legs. However, the gashing wound only seemed to slow the pandaren slightly as it made an unexpected charge at Thenaius, and only a hastily cast blink spell kept the wizard from being sliced to ribbons.
Now the pandaren was surrounded by Siroff, Varall, and Firessa – Thenaius could almost pretend they were evenly matched. Siroff moved first, lunging in a series of feints and thrust that almost led to his own decapitation by the husky warrior. Then Firessa was there, with a cutting blow that managed to lop off one of pandaren's blades on his spear. She darted quickly out of range, but not fast enough to avoid the strange, circular blades he tossed after her.
Quick as a cat, Varall leapt onto the bear-man's shoulders, attempting to choke the beast when blades had failed. The pandaren was only slowed for a moment before, with a twisting motion, he flung Varall onto the floor before him, knocking the wind out of the half-orc with the severed end of his polearm. With a kick, Varall skidded out of the arena, dazed.
All this fighting did by Thenaius the chance to cast another spell, this one not so easily blocked. The wooden floorboards beneath the pandaren suddenly blossomed with life, growing branches and limbs that entwined themselves around the large warrior. Already, though, the pandaren was slashing his way through with startling efficiency.
Thenaius looked around. Firessa had taken a moment to treat her wounds; Varall was still climbing back onto the arena. That left, for the moment, Siroff, himself, and Karazai, who stood on the other side of the arena, doing Light knows what.
“So, Siroff, do you have any more brilliant plans you'd like to share before that obese hedge trimmer carves his way out?�