RP Story

Dreadnaught: Ok ok, my turn!
"'So, Siroff, do you have any more brilliant plans you'd like to share before that obese hedge trimmer carves his way out?' Thenaius was looking directly at him.
'Only one, but I can't do it here.... can you teleport us away from here... far away?'
'Depends on how far that happens to be, and how long he can be occupied before I can finish the spell. We'd better hurry; he's almost out.' The pandaren had nearly finished hacking at the enchanted roots.
'Behind the mountains over there! Just hurry with that spell!' Siroff pointed to the mountain range that was at least 20 leagues away.
Then the mighty pandaren warrior freed himself and lunged at Thenaius. Siroff knew Thenaius couldn't cast another blink spell while he was working on the teleport spell, so he moved the mage himself.
With a lunge he knocked Thenaius accross the arena. The mage was obviously angry at Siroff, but not nearly as much as the mighty pandaren warrior.
'Foolish human! Now you will face my attack!' Siroff turned in time for his face to meet with the razor-sharp claws that covered the panda-man's fingers. The blow knocked him back a few feet. 'Now that was definitely meant for the mage. Good thing I pushed him away.'
'Prepare for your death human.'
'I've lived through worse than you.' That only enraged the panda-man. 'This'll hurt...' Siroff closed his eyes and waited for the panda-man's attack. It didn't come. He looked up and saw something amazing.
The panda was thrashing about locked within a glowing net of pure mana. Siroff looked to Thenaius who was completely absorbed in his teleportation spell. 'Not your spell....' he looked at Firessa. She was helping Varall recover from the last impressive blow against him, 'Or yours.... then....' He looked over Kar. 'Yours!? I didn't know you knew such a spell... but thanks. I'll have to tell you that later.' Siroff scrambled around the arena to get in front of Thenaius. Kar's spell was already wearing off."

Ok then so now there's an objective to this bout.

Great, great... just great! The pandaren is very, very strong! Moon water won't do much!:D

Firessa dropped another vial to Varall and stood ready in front of the pandaren. He was still trying to get out of the net which was losing the light it radiated, a sign that it was weakening. Firessa took her bow. She fired as much arrows as she could, just through the holes of the net. The pandaren, however, did not flinch with that attack. He just swung his polearm round, deflecting the arrows and slicing the net at the same time. The light was out... Panda-man was free...
"Damn!" Firessa withdrew her katana again and charged. Siroff was already attacking the pandaren. He was knocked away by a diagonal swing with the butt of the polearm. He fell on the back near the walls.
“Seems neither melee nor magic nor any arrow will do against that warrior! " Firessa stopped within the reach of the polearm. She focused, concentrating all the mana she could in a final attempt. Like always, the fires in which she was engulfed became stronger and hotter until… she unleashed the most powerful fiery arch she had ever.
The pandaren moved his polearm along his diaphragm horizontally, muttering something. Some power spheres hovered around the panda-man.
“Shit! Lightning shield! � Firessa felt weak. Siroff suddenly moved; taking her down.
“Hey! Be careful!� Siroff looked at Thenaius, “The mage seems ready. We'll go away in a few seconds!�
Varall had taken out his axes again and was slashing. The pandaren did a quick job of him. He swept him away with a single polearm-butt knock. Firessa regained a bit of her strength and moved next to Thenaius. Siroff jogged to Varall to inform him of the plan while Kar did like Firessa. They were soon all around Thenaius.
“You surrender?� the pandaren asked mockingly, “We just started and its only midnight! Come on!�
“We don't surrender! Just going away for a moment… Bye!� Thenaius teleported to the mountains Siroff had indicated. “So what about your plan?�

Dreadnaught:
"'Thenaius! This could've been over with!' Siroff screamed at the mage for the fifth time.
'Like I said, there were two reasons I 'screwed up' as you say. One: You didn't tell me he had to come along! and Two: Even if you had, I couldn't have brought him, my spell is restricted to only those who feel I am their friend!' Thenaius went back to nursing his few wounds. 'Besides, we're in no condition to fight. Even you look like you've been through Hell and back.'
'Fine. I'm sure he'll track us, and he'll be here by dawn at the latest. That gives us six hours to recooperate and prepare. I'll need some time to rethink the plan however.'
'You certainly didn't think it through too well this time, so please, try and patch up the loopholes beforehand now.' Thanius spoke with a sarcastic tone. Siroff brushed it off, knowing Thenaius' magic put them at about an equal level.
'Of course, even magic couldn't have defeated my first plan... oh well, looks like I need to rethink my strategy. Pandaren are still more trouble then their worth.'"

Just moving a bit I guess.

Defi: Probably going to be about the same length here as well.
"Tir paced back and forth in front of his subordinate. 'Just know, that I do not tolerate failures such as this.'
'But I--'
'Be quiet! Also know that simply because you are my friend does not mean I shall be lenient. That pandaren had a high price before you screwed it up, and to get him to go through with the plan now anyway his price has nearly quadrupled! As punishment for your disobedience, this fee will be cut from your funding.'
'If I may sir, a word?' Tir gave a nod.
'With Köl dead, your biggest threat is gone. Why not capture them yourself?' Tir stood for a moment, pondering how best to respond to Helisius' question.
'Tell me, my faithful psion, have you ever fought a green dragon?'
'No sir.'
'Then, tell me, how would you imagine it would go?'
'Well, with the proper amount of troops an--'
'No no, one-on-one. How would you fare?'
'Slaughtered.'
'You, or the dragon.'
'Myself sir.' Tir removed his helmet and tapped his temple....

''I'll have you dead in a moment now, Köl'Aronos! Your friends can't help you, and couldn't even if I let them!' Tir gave out a triumphant laugh.
'Don't be so sure of that, Tir'Aronos, there is more to my human friend than you think.'
'What!?' Tir wheeled around to see the human chanting something. His voice grew louder and stronger as he neared the end of the incantation.
'...and now I call upon the protectors Emerald Dream! Lend me your strength and prowess, for I have lives to save!' The man grew and grew and began to turn a scaly green. Wings sprouted from his back, and claws from his hands. This new dragon took flight and nearly killed Tir with a blast of green-flames. The latter escaped just barely with a quick blink and then a teleport.
'Blasted human, I'll get you one day....'

Helisius was stopped by Tir replacing his helmet. 'That, was over one-hundred and thirty-five years ago. The image of the dragon still haunts my nightmares. That was not the first time I'd seen him either. Odd for a human to live so long, no? I still don't know what keeps him alive. You are dismissed.' Tir remained in his study, pondering how the shape-shifting human, known as Siroff Bernhardt, could live for over two-hundred years."

Ah, the power of the flashback.... :>

No, I'm not following the RPG, I confess it.

So I wanna know everything related to the undead that I don't know.

Pherexio: Well, if you're viewing 25 posts per page, then about halfway down on page 8 is about where the undead really come back into focus. They're not the same group of undead, but maybe Therranor leads more than one army..... Anyway, time for my update.
"Gazz finally got to the tournament grounds. As he approached the arena with a cautious step, he saw a bright flash. 'What the heck was that?' Gazz rounded the corner and saw the horrific foe. 'Brown dot... but where did everyone else go?' The pandaren turned around and began to walk away. Gazz ducked under one of the stands.
'Hold it!' Gazz froze, thinking the pandaren had found him. 'Get back here, Shinjo Stormbrew.' Gazz turned ad looked through the holes in the wood. There was an odd gold-colored person floating in the middle of the arena.
'What do you want now?'
'I want to know why they are not here, and yet you are.'
'Simple really: they were losing badly, so they ran away.'
'Well why are you still here, when they're somewhere else?' The floating man seemed very angry.
'Because, oh mighty-Tir-who-can't-fight-them-himself, you're talking to me. When you're all done here, I'll be right where they went,' the pandaren pointed behind the mountains, 'because these big ears hear a lot more than some people think, and these big eyes see more than most people give them credit for.'
'Fine, see to it that you have them by noon tommorrow. I will not tolerate any other time.'
'You had best be careful with your commands. The fifty-thousand gold you've already given me is much more than I'll need for the next year. The fifty-thousand you've promised me after I return them to you is merely a trifle, but a trifle I couldn't refuse. But know that I don't tolerate certain things myself.' With that, the pandaren walked off.
'Foolish panda. When they are finally subdued.... I won't even need you any more.' And with that, the floating man dissapeared.
'How odd that was.'
'Look out!'
'Wha--' Gazz was knocked unconsious by a very large, very furry, hand."

Ok it's time for me to control the destiny of the Undead. Here is it:



"The Undead Scourge, mighty and inexorable, was so grand and vast, that an empire had been born. It then had to be separated into five Legions. Each commanded by a Doom Knight, an esteemed position that only the most prevailing Death Knights can ever reach.
The place is Oroth'Torhak, bastion of the Darkhelm Legion, commanded by Therranor, the Doom Knight. There, sat on his throne, was talking with Goerath, commandant of the Shadowfist Legion.
‘I heard that The Bloodfest Legion have attacked a dwarven mountain.' Said Goerath.
‘I don't care. Humans are my main focus, and you know that.' Therranor said.
‘I do. And they are, indeed, my focus too.'
‘What about the Deathbringer and Coldrage Legions?'
‘I only know that they are very strong, rumors says that their armies, together, can fill an entire mile. But they seem to have been… rather isolating themselves. I think that is truly mistaken, the Scourge should ever be one. The Legions have been made for organization, not for severance.'
Therranor agreed with the head, though deeply inside, he did not. His objectives contradict Goerath's statement completely, for his main purpose was to gain power, more and more. That lust for supremacy was ever imperious.
‘We need to prepare a massive attack at Lionhorn.' Said Therranor, killing the previous topic. ‘They are gathering even more soldiers everyday at there, so there should be no waste. And also….'
The doors opened widely. A necromancer came in rush.
‘Great master, come here immediately!' He said. There was a tone of fright in his voice.
‘What is it???' Asked Therranor haughtily.
‘An… attack…' The necromancer said.
‘WHAT?' shouted Goerath, and the two Doom Knights ran out to the walls of the undead city.
‘Hold the spirit towers!!!' Therranor yelled. He climbed up the ziggurat to see who was there outside. For his surprise, they were undead, and they were countless.
‘What is going on here??!?!?' He said, incredulously.
The Doom Knight of the Deathbringer legion, Horrash'gul, was wearing his wearisome battle armor and carrying his long standard. The leader of the Coldrage Legion, Diarok, was also there, with his silver crown and his long robe, up in his lifeless horse.
‘We will not tolerate this anarchy any longer!' Diarok uttered. ‘We have integrated ourselves… The Deathrage legion has arisen! We will be dominant, and the Scourge will fall, giving place to our unparalleled power! And you, servers of the “omnipotent� Ner'Zhul, ridiculous puppets of his own, will all be obliterated unless you yield NOW!!!'
‘WHAT? This is insanity!!! You will drive us all to disaster! You deserve nothing but the eternal punishment… you piece of mindless rotting flesh…' He said, with all his angry that he could not restrain… ‘Turn the spirit towers on!' He bellowed, but after he was just went down from the ziggurat, he heard the sound of outbursts… The spirit towers were shattered down in matter of seconds.
‘This is not happening…' Whispered Goerath. ‘We must retreat! NOW!' said him in a shout.
‘Darn, and the most awful thing is that I have to concur on that! RETREAT!!!' He yelled so loudly that you could hear his echo above the mountains. Everyone (that wasn't senseless or mechanical) followed the Doom Knigths. The rest of skeletons stayed and died promptly.
‘I did not expect a treason… I really did not' said Therranor, still incredulous. ‘This is our end.'
‘No it's not.' Said Goerath. ‘Remember we are still three against two… and we are massive'
‘What makes you so confident?' said Therranor, with an obvious pessimism in his voice."


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About the Doom Knigths: Let's say if Therranor had lv 10 before, now he has 20. His necromantic and combat techniques had been expanded, and now he can cast dark and chaotic spells to aid in his combat. His blade is now enchanted with power, he can channel powerful spells through it.

There are a lot of things that I omitted (specially about how Therranor became Doom Knight), so if you want any details about anything just ask me.

I'll make Firessa include some more spells in her knowledge, too...

Firessa took some more vials, drank one and threw others to the injured.
"Firessa, how many do you have like this?" Kar asked. The vials seemed to just keep coming.
"Tons! I have my bag filled, along with some other things..."
Firessa looked at Siroff. He was thinking hard.
"I'll go back there..." Firessa said.
"You need a teleportation?" Thenaius said quickly.
"Nope," Firessa blinked.
"Since when does she know that?" Siroff asked suddenly.
"Probably a very long time ago..."

Firessa appeared outside the tournament grounds. She walked into the arena...
"Panda? Where are you?"
Someone fell in front of her. "You searching for me, little night-elf? Then feel the pain of Shinzo Stormbrew!"
She ducked as the polearm flashed towards her waist. She balled herself and rolled away from the warrior. She then jumped and landed soundly some feet away from the warrior. She looked closely at him. It was the pandaren, sure, but there was someone with him.
It was Gazz, limp and unconscious, lying on the shoulders of the panda.
"What did you do to him?" Firessa asked.
"Just knocked him! A friend of yours?"
Firessa withdrew her bow and fired a flurry of arrows in his enemy's direction. The panda dodged but it was not after some minutes that he realised that the arrows were not aimed at him specifically.
"That was smart! But how will it save you?"
Firessa had knocked Gazz off the panda's shoulders... She flamed herself.
"Mana not yet off?"
Firessa summoned a sphere of energy to her side. She spoke to it at a low tone. Then it swiftly darted into the pandaren, causing immense pain to him, and bugging him from time to time.
"Nope, it's not yet off! That's the meaning of pain, Shinzo!"
"Ah! A bat! Warden!"
"No, I'm not a warden. But I have been one once..."
Firessa took out a set of knives, unique to the wardens. She threw them at the pandaren and almost immediately after, she unsheathed her katana and charged. The pandaren barely had time to dodge the knives and another strike from the bat that Firessa slashed with hot air. Shinzo backed off.
"I was only unprepared! Now, we will see your real strength!"
"I have much more under my sleeve than you think!"

Let's say Firessa was lvl10 at first and now she's lvl 15...:D

Well, that might throw a monkey wrench in Siroff's plan! Not much I can add right now, but I'll try.

Now where could she have gone off to? Thenaius mused, looking through his spellbook. It was getting late, very late - he would need all his rest for when the pandaren found them. A quick run through the spellbook, and then, to bed - Siroff had made it clear that he would keep watch all night. Maybe he had an enchantment to help him stay awake, but Thenaius thought it was merely the strain of today weighing down on the humans nerves.
Again with that feeling that someone is older than they look . . . First with Kol'Aronos, then Karazai, and now this human, who could not naturally live to even Thenaius' youthful age. It felt like Thenaius had returned to Theramore, with its overwhelming secrets and intrigue - not really a comfortable memory. In fact, it had been one of the reasons the wizard had "disappeared" from the Alliance, though hardly the most important one.
It would have been nice to now what Siroff was up to, but the human had merely asked him to prepare a certain set of spells, promising that everything would be clear when the final battle occured.
In any case, there were still a few holes that Thenaius would patch up . . . like what would happen if they could not reach the city in time. Casting a quick spell, he muttered into the wind, Thenaius here. North of Raignaton - bear trouble. If we're not back by noon, leave. Plans on tavern table. His message flew across the sky, and Thenaius knew it would reach Glakthol before the night was done.
Before going to sleep, Thenaius took a moment to enjoy the nature around him - the thickly wooded trees, crowded undergrowth, jagged mountain cliffs . . .
Thenaius smiled - a plan B never hurt. He began preparing a few extra spells for tomorrow.

Level-wise, I guess Thenaius is around 18, but a few years of wallowing in self-pity has dulled his edge, making his effective level around 14 right now.

Pherexio: Meh... I hate applying a set numerical level to anything. If I was even going to, I'd have to do abit more experimenting in some RP map.

Dreadnaught: Oh it's definitely the monkey wrench, but it's one he can't see.
"'I can only hope that pandaren doesn't have a way to get out of magical holds.... but that is only the first plan. Let's see... make sure I've got the rest of these plans down... two: In the event the pandaren is immune to holds... I'll have that mage Thenaius get everyone else away from here, and then I'll try what I was going to do first anyway.... three: ...I hope it doesn't come to three.' Siroff was indexing his plans in his head. He let his mind wander for a bit...

'It was an odd place. Decrepid and overgrown. The vines seemed to rule the cracked walls, and the rainwater made oceans of the ruined causeways.
'Not much further now Siroff. Just a few more hallways.'
'I would certainly hope it's not much farther now; we've been walking through these hallways and basements nigh three days now.'
'Why do you say basements? We couldn't be farther from one!'
'What?'
'Look there. That mass of drooping vines covers a window. Go ahead, take a look.' Siroff parted the vines, and the sight that greeted him was both frieghtening and breathtaking at the same time. Far below him there was a great forest. He could make out a river that flowed toward the ruins he was stading in. When he looked straight down he saw the sheer dropoff of the structure. The ruins looked even worse on the outside. If he had seen the walls before he went in, he never would have. Siroff stepped away from the window. 'This is the only mountain for many a league. This structure was abandoned long ago when the great Capital was built. I discovered what is truly was some years ago. Hurry now, were almost at the top....'

Siroff snapped out of his flashback at the feeling of sunlight on his face. 'Dawn already? hunh.'"

You guys seem to have payed more attention to the part where I say Therranor's level than the shaking, huge thing that just happened between the undead..... I mean, it just didn't influenciate your posts at all...
Anyway, I'll continue a bit. Ah, one thing I needed to say, I'm inventing most of the things I'm writing, I'm far from loyal to the warcraft actual locations and events.

"A dense fog was spread, by magic, on the grey hill where Therranor and Goerath were hiding. Goerath was counting how many undead or living were there, while Therranor was examining a map.
'We will need to meet Pheralak (leader of the Bloodfest Legion). He's situated in a hidden fortification at this area' he pointed at a black spot, ten miles far to the east. Goerath replied with the head.
Swiftly, a black ethereal being came, without making a sound.
'News?' asked Goerath.
'Yess, masster. The Deathrage Legion iss advancing, but doessn't look like they are chassing us... They are going southeast, masster.'
'Hmm... Odd.' replied Goerath. 'Keep patrolling, whatever comes near, inform imediately.'
'Of coursse, Masster.' He left, leaving almost no sign of his appearence.
'We need to go!' said Therranor suddenly. 'They want to reach Pheralak before us!!!'
Goerath, agreed with the head vehemently.
After the all the army was gathered, they left, with no waste."

Pherexio: Well unfortunately, it's impossible for our group of heroes to know about the undead's news at the moments, but I suppose that news from the dwarven city may show up soon....

sorries, no update. It's justa tad difficult to do, what with one of my heroes dead, and another unconsious on a great pandaren's shoulder. :\

Pherexio's right, Lord - it's not like undead are the most talkative of creatures, and to most people, undead are just undead, and how many living creatures are going to be around an undead capital to notice the infighting?

Arching Blades kind of has the story cut off for the rest of us right now, but that'll probably be taken care of soon enough. Count's back, so we can look forward to some Varall posts again. Now much I can add right now, I suppose - unless we want another dream-scenario flashback!

I'm just turning Firessa more into a night-elf again rather than having her sleep at night. Will post later

Take a look at Therranor's concept at the concept art forum.

Anyway, I small description of Therranor's march:

"Therranor and Goerath's army kept striding, as the sun arose from the east; the birds did not sing, because the undead presense was so dismal that no creature dare to approximate, only the insects, that seemed to be very pleasured with the smell, specially the flies..."

Nothing?

Nothing today? Ok:


"They were now just above the frontier between the blighted field, and the lordaeron green plains... It was odd, Therranor hesitated, but he continued fearless.
'Renew your spells, necromancers!' Said Therranor. 'For we are in non-blighted ground: we MUST be careful.'"