RP Story

*suddenly realizes he shouldn't have joined* j/k, so what to now?

Perhaps, you're right about that, ravenguard. But I'm glad someone else joined and I hope the RP will get going excitingly again! The lack of action here, I think, is mostly because my lack of time to spend for this but I'll try to get everything right...

Well, Arching Blades is way too busy for contributions right now, and Tosso and I are kind of waiting on him, so why don't you add your first piece, ravenguard? You can start out somewhere on the battlefield (where our ragtag army managed to overcome and defeat a swarm of undead) or back in the base city of Raignaton (where who knows what's going on).

Maby its a good idea to end the story and start a new one.

Scuz me, but can I ask what this is all about? I think i get it, but I don't really have the time to read thru 14 pages of writing on a computer screen, you understand...

Bleh . . . I guess we're going to have to start a thread that shortens everything up . . . but I feel like crap right now, so an explanation will have to wait . . .

I feel that the RP's gonna revive if still more comes... :D But, I think it'll take some courage for all of us!

This story is a whole storyline based on Warcraft 3 somewhat much after TFT... For there are statements of the original storyline in here and the ROC is considered as long passed. The Burning Legion are in a big, big pause and only the Scourge is present. The humans retook some of their land but PlagueLands are still here... I think we placed the dwarven city and Raignatan in the hills near Andorhall and a bit further than Dalaran.

The overall story till now was journeying from somewhere in Lordaeron to a cave where two elves joined Firessa and fought an evil one. Then, we went to destroy an undead base near a night elf base. We continued through to get to a city which was by the time under siege by Theranor, The Lord's character. (btw, is he still to be active around here?) We made a detour and arrived to Raignatan where we met Thenaius, Polaris' character. The party participated in a tournament but in the middle, Firessa and Karazai were kidnapped by the evil elf, Tir, and Kol and Thenaius + Varall came to rescue them. In the battle, Kol died and the rest continued the tournament for a moment. Siroff took up the honor of Kol whom nobody knew dead and that angered Thenaius who went to fight against Siroff then. Firessa and Karazai intervened just in time to avoid Siroff injuring Thenaius. They trespass a tavern, later, and hear about a siege on the dwarven city. Oh, I forgot about the little goblin, Gazz. He became somewhat part of the party as an NPC during the tournament. After some volunteering for whoever wants to go to aid the dwarves, the party was attacked by a pandaren. They fought him but couldn't defeat him. They took a rest when Thenaius teleported them all far away. Gazz watched as the pandaren talked to Tir. After, Firessa silently goes to battle the pandaren again before Thenaius teleports her back. After much planning, the party goes over to kill the pandaren and succeed. The party then, takes over the army and meet Kraz during the march. They continue on. Meanwhile, Firessa and Varall took a small strike team to attack a Frost Wyrm, to both confuse and disadvantage the sieging undead. A friend of Thenaius, Mathias, took another strike team to block undead reinforcements. The titanic battle begins while Siroff tries to infiltrate the base with his disguise kit. Siroff is on the verge of dying when Gazz unexpectedly gives him an idea, although he was unaware of it, and Siroff succeeds in killing the leader. Near the end of the battle, Firessa undergoes a strange transformation which has yet to show effects.

There are things I ommitted, I'm sure! And in order to know them, you'll have to read the whole story.

But I have some free time now and I'll update later... FOR SURE! (Damn, can I actually hold up this promise???) *thinks to himself, while disconnecting...*

EDIT:
Firessa looked around once again. The ravage she had caused had been unclear to her earlier. Now that she looked at it with her full awareness, she felt ashamed. But one thing she was satisfied of is that the voice of Azshara had been quieted… at least, for the moment. She looked at Thenaius, “Shall we go back to Raignatan now? We must tell the citizen about the success here…�
What success, by the way? Every thing has been destroyed; the dwarven town is almost completely ruined; the dwarven population has nearly been decimated to naught and most of the soldiers they had brought here were dead with the remainder of them, tired and badly injured. There is no victory like this… I think this could be considered as a draw at best. She thought.

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Kar went up to Siroff. Varall was still nowhere to be found. It seemed nobody noticed his disappearance, though. But then, the party had been separated during the battle and it took some time before anyone can realize that.
“Have you seen that phantom serpent Firessa just banished, Siroff? This is strange that only she could seem to strike it and do some real damage…� Karazai said.
“This is because it only concerned her, Karazai.� The thought seemed to be coming from nowhere. Yet, the elf was sure it was not she had thought about it. Besides, somewhere in the tone of the telepathic message, Kar thought she recognized her passed away friend.
“Kol?� There was no reply. She looked blankly at Siroff. The human didn't give any reaction for a moment. Then, he nodded. Whether it was about the telepathic message she had received or about her question, she couldn't pin-point. She could only say that it was definitely not someone in the party, none alive in any case. Could it be Kol? Or was it Tir? The latter was cunning enough for that…

OOC: Now, let's revive the excitement of this RP with our new members! The RP was lame with three persons and so many characters so, we must get it going again for we now have more people to play with!

The tall figure slowly glided into Raignaton, to the untrained eye his grey complection made him look rather like an undead necromancer and the guards were summoned immediatly. Six stout footmen charged out of the guard tower "these undead get bolder every day he's attackin' on 'is own!!!" The mens armour clunked and scratched as they picked up pace as they charged. Kelthorose Looked at them, as if they were being foolish he knew that even his amazingly weakened power was steal enough to deal with the pathetic guard. The first footmen, a tall, rotund man with a rather large beared reached him first and raised his sword to strike. Kelthorose grabbed his wrist and a purple flame surrounded the man. A shimmering purple version of the guard emerged from the armour. "I do not wish to hurt you, I was sent by a man you know as an arch mage." He paused, his voice was amazingly soothing and calm despite his satanic, undead looks "I was sent to aid you, your destruction has been forseen I am only here to do what I can."

The man's purple figure was released back into his body and he rolled onto his back coughing up thick purple smoke as if he had been smoking a thick cigar. "What *cough* do you mean our destruction has been forseen?" Kelthorose looked down at him as if he had made it up "I have said to much, all you must do is direct me to the elf, she is the one I was told to see." The man spluttered "fine, fine, the one you must need is Firessa she is on the front line with her motly bunch of god knows what." The tall grey skinned man look down at him with contempt "I should think you'd watch your mouth, I've been told that if you my fat little friend are to surivive it will have a lot to do with her and her "motly bunch of god knows what"." He paused and look up quickly, he had sensed the magic in the area had dramatically changed and without saying another word he moved towards the variation.

The other guards ran over to their captain, he shoved them off, angry at why he had been the only one attacking. There was an urge in the back of Kelthorose's mind, pushing him to add the rotund man's soul to his book. But one of the very few things he knew about human etiquette was that soul sucking was unnaceptable.

OOC: IT just occured to me that the base camp/city may have been overran by undead, I hope that aint the case because this would be totally screwed up if it is...If that was the case to save me from re-writing this lets just um say they were pushed back for a bit. Yes that'll do.

OOC: No, that's a good one... I'd update but I'd prefer Polaris and Tosso to say their parts for the return to Raignatan...

Thenaius started at Firessa's voice, stunned by what had transpired. What did happen, anyway? Everything was a blur to the wizard, after Firessa had told him to channel the spell. Trying to shake the fog from his head, Thenaius murmured an agreement to the "night elf" as he stumbled to get up. Get up? When did I fall down?
As he snatched at broken bits of memories trying to recall the confrontation between Firessa and the incorporeal serpent, Thenaius surveyed his surroundings. It was a grisly sight. Corpses, both freshly slain and dead for months, littered the battlefield. The air was rank with more unpleasant smells than Thenaius; trained nose could name, and the dark shadows of vultures and wild gargoyles darkened the sky. By far the worst sight to bear, however, were the "cleanup crews" - small teams assigned with the unfortunate task of wandering from corpse to corpse, decapacitating the dead to ensure that they would not walk the lands again.
Sighing, Thenaius numbly followed Firessa onward, his thoughts heavy with the deeds of the past . . . and the duties of the future.

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Siroff was silent with worries of his own. Come on, Kol . . . what games are you playing? Assuming it wasn't one of Kol's many enemies . . . Who knows how many the high elf had conjured up over the years?
Someone was tugging at his pant legs; he looked down to see the inventive goblin staring up at him. "So, uh, Siroff . . . what exactly WERE you doing in those catacombs?"
Siroff sighed. "Trust me, you're better off not knowing." Then he grinned. "But if you're really interested . . ."

Occ: my char hasnt got anything but his magic axe and his skills.
so i think he will folow Thenaius like a lapdog.
*The voice in Kraz head agrees on that*

To ravenguard:
just 1 thing, making chars to powerfull isnt fun. mine can die alright and he almost did and he soon will. (i hate those to powerfull to be fun chars)
So i hope that he cant exstract the souls of an hole army.



Walking along fellow soldiers, killing the incureable and undead, he was feeling faint emotions from all sides of the battlefield. most of them were dispear and grief.
"A waste of talent, few of them could have been fierce allys or foes giving them the right training"
"dont fill my head with empty words."
"For some, those words would be considerd a warm touch to the hart"
"but empty there are still, yes i agree" "For they say nothing of what is important. important is if they have lived a good live"
Kraz thought long about what the voice said and spoke back
"No beeing content with dieing is important. they must agree to death or they will only feel pain in the afterlive"
"To agree with death isnt easy. they have wifes, children, responsebilitys, they cannot be content with death"
Kraz looked at the ground. a tear fell on the blighted sand "That is why i feel the grief of the fallen soldiers"
The voice was silent for a time. a ghoul screamed in the distance.
"you cant take away their pain"
kraz smiled. and nodded "thanks"

Walking towards a pile of undead he saw a lich. who was still alive.
well for an undead. His bones had nicks everywhere and his lower body was gone.
"You there... help me" screamed the lich.
"Help me get up" the lich continued "You stupid ghoul"
"Im no ghoul" Said kraz with a smile.
The undead lich turned his body with his hands and faced kraz,
with fear on his face the lich turned around again and began running away with his hands. "dosnt go so fast withoud legs, huh"
The lich fell back on the ground when he tripped on a human body. "Shit !@$%$#"
Kraz laughed "Not so strong now, are you lich"
"My name is Frue Danech" danech halterd his atempt to save himself and began flooting above the ground. black vluids poured on the ground.
The lich turned his head half a round and spoke "You are half undead, you will turn into a full undead, and nothing can stop that"
"When you kill me know that i laugh at you for the rest of your undead live"
Kraz frouned and crushed danech's head. "We'll see about that"

<< "So i hope that he cant exstract the souls of an hole army." >>

It's assumed he could wherehever he came from, where the magic force isn't so weak. But here he struggles just to draw out one footman's soul, he really is weak but whether he can die, die as in be eliminated from the universe I havn't decided yet. It would be assumed that if there was enough blood shed he would be reborn somewhere, probably not even on this planet. Anyway enough about his background.

Chances are I've been involved in far more of these things then you have so I'd request you give me more credit for character creation.

OOC: I think you mean that your character can extract the soul of someone who has a strong magical bond easily. But surely, in an army, there would be many non-magical fellows so I don't think the character would be able to extract the souls and even if he could, it would require much power, patience and strain... That's my vision anyway.

Kar left Siroff alone. She felt disconnected from the others. That feeling had begun since the death of Kol but had ceased later. Now, it flared again. It must be because of that telepathic message that reminded me of my dear protector Absently, she bumped into Varall. The orc was doing as the any other scavengers of undead. He was dismembering the dead and sectioning the undead.
"Oh, that's disgusting!" commented Karazai as she watched the orc rip off a head.
"It is necessary... To make sure none of them rise up again and ambush us. It's like a ritual after a war of undead. But it's disgusting as you say and none of us enjoy that practice... But it's necessary," Varall sighed. From the looks of it, he was very exhausted, as if the orc had waged war to his fulllest, without any rest and until the end.
Silently, Karazai retreated to let him do his work without any nuisance on her part. She wanted to escape this place once and for all.
"As much as anyone else, elf" The same voice spoke.
"Kol! Is that you? But once more no reply was heard.
***
Firessa rallied the troops. As expected, few remained and the few remaining ones were battered and shaken. Thenaius was still by her side, looking confused or dazzled, Firessa couldn't say what exactly. He looked around blankly, as if his mind had changed into a child's. She could understand he was shocked with all the events happening but this might be overreaction.
When everyone assembled, Firessa asked, “Are you ready to march?�
***
The stranger was up on one of the nearby hills, crouching like a panther on one of the dead trees. The blight had extended even here but there were not many deaths around here. He was dressed in a black shirt, pants and cloak. Wearing no armor or weapon whatsoever apart of a small dagger, he hanged on the tree spying the battered army. The dagger was tied to his black belt. To the untrained eye, he was invisible. To the trained one, he was only a strange disformation in the tree.
He smiled as he opened his mind and reached out for someone.
"As much as anyone else, elf" he told her.

OOC: LOL! Voices in the head seem to be our favourite appetiser, preceding a strange event!

<< "I think you mean that your character can extract the soul of someone who has a strong magical bond easily. But surely, in an army, there would be many non-magical fellows so I don't think the character would be able to extract the souls and even if he could, it would require much power, patience and strain... That's my vision anyway." >>

The extraction is more on a spiritual level, so much on a magical level. He relies of the magic that flows in areas to use his magic, the problem is he requires so much magic to deal out his spells he is greatly weakened by the lack of flowing magic in the area. Much like the blood elves, he comes from a place much like where they flee too, where there is a great deal of magic for him to consume and use. Demons do not have souls because they are owned and neither do most undead, because they are magically animated corpses who's soul has moved away a long time. Living 'undead' such as necromancers still have souls and so fourth. He is still a decent fighter, he can swing his staff and cast other basic spells.

anyway, here I go again.

Kelthorose walked until he reached a small hill, he looked out on a killing field, undead, humans, orcs everything. Dead so much death. He could see the group of warriors, beaten, bruised and bloody they were led by an elf, he immediatly felt her power. As he walked to join them a hand grabbed him by the robe, it was a badly wounded man, his legs had been removed at the thy and he bled from the mouth, ears and had many cuts on his face 'Please help me!' the man wailed. Kelthorose frowned at him, he firmly grabbed the man's skull. He screamed before going limp as his glowing purple figure floated out and a new name burnt itself into the pages of his book. The gaggle of fighters turned and looked at the bright purple light that eminated from the extraction. Fear crossed the faces of many but most stood firm, the horrors they'd seen today could not be matched by a single undead.

Kelthorose proceeded to the group, they advanced warily, weapons at the read. He calmly called for Firessa when one of the warriors lunged at him, he fended the halberd strike off with a well placed jab to the haft. 'Things like that will get you killed my friend' the man was worried now 'I need to speak to the elf mage Firessa'. the man tried to keep a straight face when he replied but he still stuttered and pointed to a huddle of about fifteen people who somehow hadn't noticed the ensueing shenanigans. He walked over and introduced himself, handing her the dispatch the arch mage had given him if any guards gave him trouble.

OOC: Ok I'm with the group now, lets roll.

OOC: I said right then… The fire of this RP is being rekindled… :D

Karazai searched the surroundings frantically for the voice who was calling for her but the mind of the stranger had been closed from anyone. She could not locate the person, living or dead, and she doubted that it was Kol. No matter what was alike in the way of mental talk of the stranger, she felt sure it was not Kol.
“Well, I just won't mind next time the voice comes for I won't find the joker that way…�
Her attention was inevitably drawn to the bright, almost blinding purple light that emanated from somewhere on the battlefield. She recognized the magic as necromancy and as a reflex, her hand tightened on the grip of the spear which was slung over her shoulder. The being who practiced the unholy magic approached a group of scavengers, some yards away. One of the men tried to kill the necromancer but the latter disarmed the assailant with a well-aimed blow of his staff. He sure was no dumb magi and was skilled enough in melees. She approached Firessa and said, “That one's going to be a problem, Firessa…�
“Indeed, Karazai, he will. But something tells me that he's not going to try now…�
“You're right. I sense that too.�
“Then we shall see what he wants.� Firessa said, “Thenaius, take control of the grouping, please.� And without waiting for an answer, Firessa slowly stepped forward to meet the oncoming mage.
***
Firessa could sense the magical power of the mage as much as he surely could of hers. He was a powerful one, using the dark magics against enemies and yet, not completely evil. She surveyed the stranger. Clad in strange clothing, he held a skull-topped staff firmly in his hand in spite of the weak disposition he seemed to possess. He seemed weak… or perhaps tired, which was understandable, considering he came from Raignatan. As he paced closer, Firessa could feel a bizarre connection to him. And the closer he came, the stronger it felt. The connection seemed to come from her powers, as if he could, somehow, use her powers against her.
Definitely powerful! Firessa opened a mental link, “Thenaius, do you feel strange right now?� She felt she needed to ask as Thenaius was at the very least as strong a being as she was, that is, if that hadn't changed because of her transformation.
She didn't have time to wait for the mage's response as the necromancer stood in front of her. Suddenly, she began to fear whether the necromancer could read her thoughts or intercept mental messages. She was, after all, somehow connected to the stranger, and she seriously didn't like that.
The stranger handed over a letter. Hesitantly, Firessa took the letter, never leaving the necromancer's eyes all the while. Then she read it.
After having read the letter, she asked, surprised, "What does this mean? How do you know of me anyway?"