RP Story

Pherexio: Back, but still exhausted. Weather in Dallas delayed my flights back, which should have left at 2:00 then 8:00, until 4:00 and 9:30 (pm). Well, I won't be posting an update today, but I promise I'll post at least a small one tomorrow. Oh, and Kar prolly won't be posting for a while longer as well. But, I'm here, and the story certainly has moved since I last checked. Well, catch ya later ppl!

Welcome back, err . . . Karazai & Co.? or would it be Pherexio & Co., since he's answering? Aaah, never mind, just welcome back.

Well, let's see . . .

Thenaius returned to the campsite, secure in the knowledge that "his" army, once roused, would probably remain on full guard for the rest of the journey. What concerned him more was the healing tents - chances are no human would want care from an orc shaman, just as the orcs believed that the priest's magics could steal your soul. He sighed, then trudged off towards the healing tents in the hopes of preventing such troubles before they started. Man, Siroff got the easy job . . .
As he walked, Thenaius noted a surprising number of high elves grouped together in one corner. Archers and swordsmen, a few dragonhawks, priests and sorceresses; there were only forty altogether, but in the desperate times the high elves face, such a cohesive number was quite large for the elves to devote to a cause not their own.
They obviously came with Methias, Thenaius decided, and then became curious. What is it about me that ranks so much merit now?
"Are you alright?"
Thenaius nearly jumped out of his boots. "Methias!! Can't you at least try to make some noise?"
The elven ranger grinned. "Someone's got to keep you on your toes."
"You know, sometimes I miss the days when you were the somber one."
"Well you can just keep missing them - being jovial is way too much fun."
Thenaius sighed and turned back to the healing tents, "Look, if you have something you need to tell me, you can speak it on the way."
The ranger quickly fell into step, at a deferential position behind Thenaius that once again made the wizard FAR too aware of his current position in this operation. "It seems there are those of us who remain back in Quel'Thalas who know of your old position in the Order of Tirisfal-"
"Quiet! That organization, dead though it may be, stills deserves a conspiratory tongue in conversation."
The ranger rolled his eyes, then spoke again in a softer tone. "We're having an issue with the Tomb of Kings."
"The burial grounds of the elven royalty? The Lich King has not raised them from their crypts, has he?!"
The fire in his eyes at such a thought was matched by Methias' - no elf would stand for such defilement of their history. "Thankfully, no - but a strange presence has been seen once or twice - it appears a an elf, suspended in animation, wrapped in flows of magic. We fear of some demonic involvement." The ranger paused, suddenly quiet. "Of course, it may actually be your deceased friend, come to think of it."
"What!?!"
"Look, I make no promises. Know only that you have been summoned to deal with this 'problem' - my masters would have my skin to know we were even delaying for this."
Thenaius stood stock-still, recovering from this news. "Does Karazai know?"
"I will not tell her - that is the task of a close friend, not a distant stranger."
Thenaius paused, filing away all of the implications, when a loose string in the dialogue caught his attention. "Methias, when you spoke with Karazai about her past, what did she tell you?"
The ranger stiffened. "To know that, Thenaius, you will have to ask her yourself - such knowledge should not be passed secondhand."
Thenaius sighed, conceding the point. "In any event, I must be off to the healing tents, before some poor priests finds a battleaxe at his throat.
He pointedly ignored Methias' chuckling.

Firessa and Varall watched as the centaurs ran away.
"Okay. Let's continue our way. We must kill the white dragon before Thenaius enters the undead region," Firessa said.
She turned around, Varall following her. The orc seemed silent for some reason, so much that Firessa asked herself if it had to do with the lost battle against the pandaren earlier. Nevertheless, she only continued her way.
They joined their own squad and began to hack their way through the dense forest.
"We've got to keep the pace going!" Firessa shouted, warning the little squad of the importance of the mission, "We've got to kill that dragon before Thenaius hits the road or Siroff enters the undead base."
She liked to shout those from time to time but this time, she shouldn't have.
"Shut up, night elf!" said a human.
"You please don't say that again!" Firessa said calmly. She didn't lose her temper just immediately but if he continued, she knew she might.
"I'll say it whenever I want!"
"I'll try to ignore you. But I just warned you!"
"Let it be."
Firessa began to have doubts about the human. He could betray them at any time, even unconsciously with this kind of attitude. 'I just hope the mistakes won't oocur during the battle against the dragon!" thought Firessa.
Staying silent, the group ventured further into the forest.

OOC: Oh yeah, glad to hear from you Pherexio. I'm impatient to have the full team on for the undead battle!

Pherexio: Time will tell wheather the whole team will be here for the battle, but at least I'm back already, so I guess thats a start. And this update will be just a bit of change from my current style... care to take a guess? :>

"He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, though that didn't seem to help at all. There were people--no, elves-- simply milling about him and the elf in front of him.
'My soldier.'
'My liege. What is your command, that I may fullfill it?'
The elf 'liege' laughed a mighty laugh; none of the common elves around them seemed to notice, 'Even after so many years, and such a tragedy you have not changed....'
'Change isn't always a good thing.'
'No, it is not. So, I must ask you this: Your oath, is fulfilled?'
'Only up to now, sire, for this is a test.'
'A test?'
'Yes, a test of Her strength and determination. A test of Her friendship with these new comrades.'
'Then tell me, why are you here?'
'To begin the test, and I cannot leave until it is finished.'
'Then take with you this,' a small golden orb appeared before the soldier's eyes, 'You will know its secret when the time to use it is upon you. Now go, keep your oath to me.'
'Yes liege; I go.' The soldier bowed and turned. As he walked away, he saw a small child point at him. An elf who was probably the childs mother simply smiled and hurried about. The soldier was glad, and he walked with unnatural speed, towards an old run-down inn inside of an old mighty city he had visited many times before."

I couldn't think of anything earth-shattering Gazz would be doing right now, so this is what I came up with instead.

Hey, Pherexio, if my last post concerning Kol was too much, go ahead and say something - I was on a caffeine buzz and not thinking things through, and in retrospect I think it might have been a little rash.

I see no problem with it, besides it might have been him. Who knows? I guess we'll find out eventually. :>

Alright then, glad to know I didn't do something stupid and foolish. Anyways, back to the story:

"And I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some amazon witch doctor touch my leg!" the dwarf shouted, glaring hard at the night elven priestess.
"I understand that, and we'll get a priest of the Light to come in here and heal your wounds, but first something to help deal with the pain." Thenaius cast a quick spell, and the dwarf was fast asleep.
Satisfied, the wizard turned back to the night elven priestess. "Go ahead and treat him - all the priests of his own people are to preoccupied, and he doesn't have the time to wait."
The priestess nodded, but Thenaius caught a hint of - disapproval? Probably because I used magic, he thought glumly. Siroff, I'm going to make you pay for this later. As soon as I figure out how.
In the meantime, he had bigger problems - some kind of rare incense was running low - how could he have known how important it was? - and now the orcs and tauren were entering deep arguements with the Wildhammer dwarves over the last of these provisions. Light, take me now.
Well, he might be hating his position of leadership, but he wasn't stupid about it - already he had built a makeshift system of "observers" to detail him on the status of every ethnic group in the camp, and he did his level best to ensure as little trouble as possible.
He had learned several interesting things today - first, and possibly foremost, was the appearance of that stranger from the centaur battlefield in the encampment. Oddly, he did not settle in with the Lordaeron or Stromgarde camps immediately, but wandered between them and the orcish camps uncertainly. Another point was the "secret" communions between the orc and tauren shamans - Thenaius doubted any harm would come from it, but it didn't hurt to keep both eyes open. Lastly - and perhaps, in reality, the most important - was the sudden change in environment. Dry grass crunched underfoot with every step, and the trees were blackened with death.
They were in Scourge territory now.
Thenaius stilled his heartbeat, sought inside himself the place of peace, the place beyond fear. Undead were nothing - in service to the Order of Tirisfal, he had encountered horrors far beyond what the cemetary could supply. Somehow, though, thoughts of the Scourge seemed to evoke some old memory from Thenaius, a warning of some grave peril intent on retribution . . . revenge.

Not much else to add for now.

OOC: Should I start the battle of the White Dragon soon? Or should I wait for Count & co.?(Accounting all who have not been posting for some time...) And btw, congrats, Marco. I see you won the... hmmm... drawing contest...

The previous day had been quite annoying for Firessa; all the time, from when they set out until the night, she got comments about her race, one more annoying than the other. 'Those people are all racists,' Firessa thought, 'Save for some of them...' And all day, Varall had kept glaring at the ones doing the comments, as if to warn them of some danger. Firessa acknowledge that as a warning of not starting any strife within the vital squad that they were. That night was a clear and cold one, with a full moon riding high in the cloudless sky among the numerous stars. They set camp in a small clearing, devoid of any rocks and yet the ground was kind of hilly. The dry leaves on the ground and dead trees around disturbed Firessa much. These were the first signs that they had entered the territory of the undead. Firessa passed much of her time in the nearby trees, sprawled on a net she had created like Kar had done in times that seemed long ago for her, yet so close, watching the skies, more specifically the moon; the flat, perfectly round moon which was in relation to the God of her kin. She dozed off up there.
At dawn, she was waked up by the soft cry of a fleeing bird. She lay there for a moment, looking at the amethyst sky above her, which slowly turned blue as the sun rose. When she finally got down, all of the warriors were packing up their tents. They seemed to have calmed down since the last day. The night-elves, accustomed to sleeping in trees, had brought nothing but a sack so they weren't packing, instead, many of them were still lying on their trees, relaxing and storing their energies before the battle came. Not long later, they were marching again towards the nest, towards the awaited battle, towards the undead... towards the Frost Wyrm.

Pherexio: Well, I'd post, but none of the characters I'd be working with seem to be doing anything but marching about (and too many interruptions for side battles isn't a good thing) or plotting something. So, no update from me. Oh, and just so you know, in case I didn't make this clear earlier, I'll be using any of the characters Kar, Siroff, Köl, Gazz (but he's more like a community hero, lol), and, oh yeah, Tir. So maybe I lied, Tir just might have a few things to say....
"He met the news with a horrible temper.
'You mean to tell me that, for all the gold he charged, he was killed!?'
'Y-y--'
'Shut up!' Suddenly Tir's face softened, 'Tell me, how much do I pay you each year soldier?'
'W-w-well, a-about--'
''Spit it out man!'
'About 20,000g sir!' The sldier was quaking with fear.
'Hmm.... only 20,000 eh? Consider it doubled.'
'Th-thank you sir, but I must know, why?'
'Because you're paying for that inadequate pandaren!' Tir's face reignited with its hatred, and he raised a single hand at the soldier. The soldier shook some more and began to run. 'That's not how you're supposed to act in MY ARMY!' Tir punctuated his scream with a burst of flames that incinerated the soldier. Tir's face turned into one of empty satisfaction, 'Clean up this mess.' Two guards retrieved a broom and wastebasket and proceeded with their orders. Tir walked back into his study. 'I'll make you pay for this, human, and all of your friends as well.' He slammed the door behind himself."

i hoped that i could help slay the white dragon :( but you ran away to fast.
damn those annoying elfs. and whats up with those 2 elf males. Tir and Kol.

But ok here is my post.

Walking along side a ork Warlord kraz was talking with Drakra, an ork shaman.
"I see, so you know the lost art of the axe?" said Dra
"yes"
"so... you could defeat any axegrunt in this camp" siad Dra in a mocking tone?
"yes"
"Hmmm... i see you meen this??" Dra looked shocked
"yes"
"then ill wont bother you with my mocking" he said.
"thank you"
"your not a man of many words are you?" Said the Warlord
"Why talk more then you need" kraz replied
"Hahah the treu words of a blade master" Laughed the Warlord.
"I have observed you for a long time and i think you need to meet Smiles"
"Smiles??" asked kraz.
"ahh here he comes" siad the warlord. A small boy got near them he looked human... no he was a halfbreed. but not human at all... it was a half elf half ork. "How could this happen orks and elfs never..." said kraz
"well... ehh... everything can happen when your drunk to the core" replied the warlord.
"its my child... and the mother is a elven sorrceres" said the warlord while he was getting a little red.
"but it wasnt a rape... she was drunk to"
the boy was exstreemly ugly as an result of magic growth.
his mother probebly made him grow faster so she got rid of him.
"and.. what do i have to do with it??" asked kraz.
"Well... sins i am your warlord... and uhh... well... i order you to take care of him" the warlord replied with a uneasy tone.
kraz was shocked... he didnt know anything about children.
and because he was adopted by his dead master he was one of the horde.
so he had to take the orders.
shocked to the bones kraz walked away, with the boy behind him, leaving a smiling warlord.

hope we fight soon :D

I really don't have much to add . . . unless you want to hear more about the rigors of keeping a multinational army from killing itself. I can't reach the base until Arching Blades reaches the dragon, so I guess we're stuck hoping that the Count breaks free from his busy schedule soon.
Of all of us, I think Siroff has the most to contribute - off on his own, searching for the leader of the undead. Geez, that guy has guts.
Now that I think about it, I do have an idea, but I'll save it for later.

OOC: Okay, I'll reach the dragon. And since the fight against the dragon will last much time, Tosso can always come when we nearly killed it...

The dying lands became more deserted as the days passed... or more likely as the hours passed. They were deep into the undead territory. The sky was now dark with clouds blocking out the sunlight. The trees became even darker and the grass underneath were now longer there. They arrived to the dragon den minutes later.

There was a big volcano-like crater in which a white dragon was sound asleep. 'Great!' Firessa thought, 'That fact will be a great advantage to us! Surprise attacks are what defeats them all. And I could use some ground attack before switching to bow...'

Varall had seen that too. He informed Firessa of his plan and grouped who was willing to listen to him. As it turned out, none of the other races wanted to get the plan from a night elf so Firessa went to inform her own kin. The huntresses were staring at the great dragon when she arrived to them.
"Huntresses! Druids! We have come to our destination. We must kill that dragon before we vanish into the forest. But be prepared for undead reinforcements. Our plan is to circle the dragon and wake it by attacking it. We'll need some outposts for undead reinforcements. Is that all clear?"
"Yes, Lieutenant."
And so they carefully circled the dragon. Firessa silently planted an arrow into the neck of the nearby guards. Seconds later they were ready.

Sorry, I haven't been updating much... So please, pm me when you come to have anything to do with the Undead.
I still don't have time to update so, I apologize.

Right now, I'm thinking my group could meet up with the retreating undead led by Goerth before moving on, but I don't have time to post. Sorry.

OOC: That's all okay until we come to the mainstream battle. That'll be Human + elves + Orc + Nightelf + Tauren + Gnolls + Goblin v/s Undead + Undead. :D Be there!

Firessa was posted in front of the frost wyrm's head beside Varall. She was ready. She summoned a magical net and flung it on the beast, mentally ordering it to bound the dragon to the ground.
'That should last for about 30 seconds but that should be enough to devoid it of at least a wing.' Firessa thought of the plan. 'Yes! That should work.'

Three grunts, on each side of the dragon, ready to thrust their axe into the dragon's wings, were signaling to Varall that they were ready. The sorceresses were also ready to cast their slowing spell on anyone who was coming to interfere. Priests were at the tail of the frost wyrm, accompanied by the footmen. The footmen were to pin the tail down and if possible, cut it so that no danger of getting a tail slam was to be accounted later. The available shamans were assigned to put a lightning shield on every needy person. The two druids were at the neck, ready to claw at it, to paralyse any movement of the neck. Lastly, the huntresses were to attack the legs of the giant beast.

'That is a perfect plan,' Firessa thought. She began chaneling her energy, engulfing herself into a slowly growing flame, slowly magnifying the heat around. She was to wake the beast and attack the very head together with Varall. They had to disable the main senses of the dragon. Her katana took fire, the temperature of her core was going through the roof, up to 300 degrees presently. Then with a movement of her katana, she fired a fiery arch but this one was special. Because of the extreme heat and of the unlimited supply of mana Firessa put into it, the arch intensified as semi-seconds passed. She knew well enough that she would be exhausted after that but she knew that would also inflict incredible damage to the dragon. The arch turned from yellow to a hot orange, then to a fiery red, turning into a violet laser-like substance and finally resting into the ocean's deep blue color. It was seconds later that the arch finally crashed, right into the mouth of the dragon. The beast awoke with a start and lifted on its feet. The huntresses immediately flung into action, as did the grunts, bear druids and footmen. Varall jumped onto the nose of the dragon and tried to cut through the hyde of the dragon. Firessa kneeled for a moment, thinking, 'The plan's going well! May it continue till the end.' Then she pushed herself forward, trying to recover of her own attack.