RP Story

Dreadnaught: woohoo! This is a loooong fight!
"A new wave of ghouls rushed towards the warriors in the middle of the blighted, undead base. Firessa unleashed one of her most powerful attacks, and some of the ghould crumbled in burning ash; still others pressed on.
'Siro! Take the ghouls and beetles, Firessa and I will take the big one!'
'No way! You take the beetles and the ghouls, and she and I will take him!' The two old friends joked with each other, even in their fighting. 'That way, you can refill your mana faster, and I can add another act to my masterwork.' That last statement was just Siroff at work. Apparently, he was good at what he did, as Köl nodded quickly and began to fend off ghouls at a furious pace.
A few moments later reinforcements arrived for both sides. Although far fewer on the undead end, their reinforcements were more powerful than the elves'. The undead had brought in four abominations. A formidable foe, even to Köl, an abomination would rend the night elves' ballistae and huntresses asunder if more help didn't arrive, and there were four of them facing the elven battallion.
Some time after that, a Priestess of the moon and her elite archers arrived. The abominations turned on her, having already decimated half of the previous reinforcements. A few well-placed bow shots from the priestess killed one of the abominations, and the archers were keeping the others busy. This was a great relief to Siroff.
The battle with the crypt lord continued; it was now a single nerubian versus a battallion of elves and a single human, and it would have remained so if the crypt lord hadn't been successful in raising some more carrion beetles.
these beetles were somehow different than the others, and Siroff couldn't tell how until one of the archers was attacked: They somehow turned a living being into a zombified warrior, serving only the nerubian who claimed them. This was a great disadvantage to the beseigers, who were quickly becoming the beseiged. In all, five of the archers were changed.
'Ten'zash orl Nerub!' an archer yelled out; it was the only warning to their traitorous behavior. Before being assassinated by their own sisters, those five archers managed to kill most of the other elites, leaving only a few behind unscathed.
It was then that the crypt lord himself evened out the odds further. He unleashed another spell, and the remaining archers were the targets. Each one shriecked as oain raored through her and pulled her life out of her. Firessa and the priestess were visibly enraged and saddened, each one taking a silent vow of revenge upon the undead.
The warriors continued to fight the cryptlord, and then a new wave of ghouls came at them. Although it was considerably smaller than the last wave, the warriors were exhausted and demoralized. Their friends consumed by undeath, their very lives seemed forfeit, and their faces told it all, for all to see. Firessa's face was contorted with rage at the loss of her sisters and her forest; the priestess showed her resentment of the undead and her determination to kill them all, even if it meant death for herself. Siroff knew even his face was easy to read, though great was his skill in deception, he still showed his despair. Köl, however, was different. He seemed oddly satisfied, as if he had succeeded in life and yet at the same time failed. It was as if his life's deed was done and he was happy, but that it had gone on beyond him. He would have stayed that way except that Kar jumped right in front of him, gouging a ghoul with her spear as she said, 'Need some help?' in such an innocent way that not even Köl could help but smile.
This reverie was shortlived, as the ghould still rushed on. Köl's face quickly changed from his rare smile to an expression of fear and outrage. All of the warriors found renewed strength and fought on for their lives. Each of the immortals shining with a glory that only elves could muster, and the human, Siroff, battling with the rage that humans rely on to crush their enemies.
The tides had changed again, and this time, for the elves."

Huzzah! somone else finish it! (Oh, and I'm the only one going to post on this acc. this time).

OOC: Where is Karazai, Defiler and Pherexio? Rogue Gladiator, input your char. And Andy the Great, get your character in the story when you want but not too late.

The new wave of ghouls was easier to kill; the rage Siroff had built clearly showed on his face; once, he slashed with such forces and accuracy that two ranks of ghouls fell. The priestess assisted Siroff in killing the ghouls. Firessa, Kar and Kol fought the cryptlord. Kol swinged his spear, unleashing a diagonal uppercut through the face of the nerubian. Kar slashed at the nerubian's paw, jumped and tried to stab it in the neck where she supposed the hyde was less thick. This was effective. The cryptlord wailed and shook Kar off, who landed beside Kol. Firessa slashed a diagonal uppercut too, followed by an horizontal slash and a stab in the side. This enraged the nerubian so much that it hit her, making her fly towards a crypt full of ghouls. Somehow, Firessa managed to face the crypt in her flight and unleash another of her fiery arcs, that destroyed the entire crypt along with the ghouls. She landed violently on her back in the midst of ghouls corpses.
Kar and Kol saw everything; they augmented his vigor in battle. He stabbed, dodged and then slashed putting his mana in the attacks for some more effects; Kar jumped onto the cryptlord again and cut further into the neck. Siroff came too; not caring about ghoul waves anymore as the crypt was destroyed. He stabbed, slashed downwards and into a left diagonal cut. This finally cut through the cryptlord's hyde. The priestess fired searing arrows, but having difficulty to find good placed shots.
Firessa sat up with difficulty; she looked at the scenario around her. Only the necropolis and some spirit towers remained, the battle raged on between the cryptlord and the others and all the night elf troops were destroyed. She decided to deal with the buildings first. She unleashed as much fiery arcs as her mana permitted her to. After that, she approaching and slashed with her burning katana. When the necropolis was destroyed, she aimed for the black crystals on top on the spirit towers. The problem was that the projectiles came out of these crystals. She destroyed two of them with her fiery arcs. She then ran towards the last one, dodging left and right. She reached the summit quite easily; but when she slashed at the crystal, the latter fired one last unholy wave before breaking. Firessa felt a chill throughout her body when backflipping. This startled her so much that she fell limply on the ground. The priestess came to her almost immediately; she had not found her place in the melee battle.
"She'll need a potion. Damn! I don't have any with me. I guess she has some," the priestess said, searching the Lieutenant's belt.
Fortunately, she found a green coloured potion; a health potion. She poured it into her patient's mouth and waited.

OOC: Dreadnaught, Karazai or Pherexio finish the battle. Only the cryptlord remains and badly wounded.

Karazai: That can be easily done. Here we go!

"Kar was having quite a day; first Tir caught up with them and then they met this Night Elf Lieutenant, Firessa; then the dream, and now this. This was truly the adventure she'd been looking for for a long time, a change in the boring grind of eternal running in an immortal life.
As she was thinking over her day, she was channeling the last of her available mana into her spear for one final attack. She finished.
With battle back in her mind, she lept onto the cryptlord's back again; this time however, the thing was ready. It began to dig at a rate so fast, that Kar didn't even have time to react.
Down a distance that she couldn't figure at, the crypt lord flung her into the 'wall' of the burrow.
'You will die here nerubian!' Kar said as she was about to skewer the gigantic monstrosity.
'I have no intention of living... you however don't seem to realize something.' Kar stopped quickly; what was he talking about?
'I see you really don't know. Very well, young one, I will tell you. This burrow, is held by my constant magical input: when I die, so will you!' Kar was dumbstruck. She had no mana left to hold the burrow on her own, and the crypt lord looked like he would give out at any moment.
She decided a warriors death was better than a cowards' and struck as if she would never hit a target again.
The walls of the burrow began to crumble, its artificial light faded away, and it started to cave in on itself.
The last thing she saw was Köl's face, stricken with an unworldly terror."

Pherexio: Well thats the battle for ya, but I guess the danger isn't quite over is it?

"The top of the burrow collapsed in on itself. Terror gripped Köl's body as he saw Kar, trapped within the crumbling earth, looking as if she chose the path of sacrifice. Köl wouldn't allow it.
He set about digging furiously even as the burrow continued to crumble. He sank into the dirt with the rest of it. He may not be very strong, his speed in battle usually makes up for it, but now, strength was what he needed.
He continued to dig, even though the earth around him began to bury him with crushing force.
'Mana, or no mana, I will get to her, before...' His own thoughts seemed to destroy him. He heard, though faintly above him, the sound of gigantic hands, padded paws, and delicate fingers tearing at the dirt.
'At least they'll find us. He thought to himself, just as he reached Kar -unconsious because of the lack of air.
The others wouldn't be able to get to them in time to save their lives, so he had to act quickly.
'Mana! Mana! My forgotten kingdom for some mana!' He soon spotted Kar's weapon, still infused with a little mana. He took all of it. 'Just enough.' He thought, as he began to hastily cast his spell.
About an hour or so later, Siroff, the priestess, and the tiger she rode, finally got enough of the earth cleared away to see Kar and Köl, soundly asleep within a small sphere of empty space. Köl woke up with a grin.
'And you called me crazy when I bought the scrolls to that air bubble spell!' Siroff only smiled, relieved that his friends were ok. Eventually, he replied.
'Well now, I suppose that clears my debt, now doesn't it?' Köl looked at him with a grin that only said, 'Yes, friend, it does.'"

OK cool! Someone else can go on from there!

Kar: Gaaah! Double posted the same thing! :\

GAH! This is getting too confusing for me. Could someone just PM me the story to me? This is all too confusing. :(

I will backtrack some time before the rescue of the high elves to say what happened to Firessa. What will we be advancing the story to? What will we do? Will we continue after the Frozen Throne or shall we really start another storyline, remaking Warcraft 3 in whole?

The priestess poured the green potion into her Lieutenant's mouth. Slowly, Firessa opened her eyes; then sat up suddenly realising what was happening before she blacked out. She saw Kar fall into a hole with the cryptlord. Then the hole started to crumble down which made Kol jump in too in order to save Kar. She tried to go help them but the priestess stopped her.
"You are still too weak for that, my dear. Let us do that," she said.
Siroff and the priestess went to dig as quickly as they could. Firessa approached the burrow, panting, watching the scene that went on before her eyes, without her to help. She was sad for not being able to do anything about it.
After what seemed an eternity, the elves were out and Siroff said something; she was still too far to hear. She approached still. As soon as she thought she could be heard, she cried out, "Congratulations! You have killed that dreadful cryptlord! May I offer our new allies a stay at our nearby base, priestess?"
"Of course, dear!" the priestess answered.
"I invite you Kol, Kar and Siroff to the base. That will earn you a good rest especially for you, elves; you will need much strength for running away from that other elf," Firessa said with enthusiasm
"We will come!" Kol answered, talking for Kar and himself.
"I will too!" Siroff responded.
"Then let's go away from this foul land!" the priestess said.
Together, the five heroes and survivors of this assault headed west, exhausted from the endless battle. They marched for thirty minutes. It was nearly midnight when they arrived at the clearing. The priestess disappeared behind some bushes and went away saying, "If our paths cross again, I hope it won't be one against the other! Farewell!"
"It's here!" Firessa said.
"Erm ... Firessa, can you tell me where is the base? I see the night elves walking about and some trees in the middle of this clearing but I find no buildings," Siroff asked.
The high elves looked at her expectantly too.
"Wait and see then! Ancients! Say hello to our new allies!" Firessa shouted, though weakly.
The trees in the middle began to move; something in the middle opened wide, apparently a mouth, then eyes opened a little above, a sound echoed through the forest, "Hello! Hello!"
The guests jumped at the sound.
Firessa made them walk a little more inside the camp, saying, "For you who didn't see any buildings, here they are!" Behind leaves and bushes, strange wells made of white stones and a Hunters Hall were found. From the moon, water seemed to drop into the wells.
"Interesting! A stealth base in a forest! Quite original! Elves and humans pass here often but we never noticed that base," Kol said.
"Yet. Drink some water from these wells," Firessa said, executing her own advice. New energy was coursing its way through her body, healing the wounds of the battle.
"A special healing water! You, night elves, are astonishing! From where does this water come from?" Kar asked.
"If you really want to know, lift your heads," Firessa answered.
"You mean it all comes from the moon?" Kar asked.
Firessa nodded. "Come with me, I'll show you where you can sleep safely." She turned away and headed towards a tree, her guests on her heels. "Tree of Eternity, let us in, please." The tree opened its mouth. Firessa entered. Although not noticeable from outside, the room in which she stepped in had windows on the walls, with leaves as curtains. She drove them to three beds made of leaves. "This is not as impressive as the outside, but it is really comfortable." The three warriors bid her goodnight, laid on the leaf made bed and fell asleep almost immediately. Firessa retired to her own quarters to rest. She sensed more adventures are to come still, along with these warriors, lying on her own bed.

OOC: The next day, we'll make them go away, with Firessa and a new squadron of archers, is it all right? Rogue Gladiator and Andy the Great, are you going to participate or not? Confirm this please. Nat, I hope you will enter the group soon. Oh and this is to be only an introduction to the starting characters, okay? We will be heading for a town where there is a competition. That can be where we will find Jack or Plei or whatever name Nat chose for his character. It is there that we will find out about Nat's story teller skills!

Karazai: Yes, you all need to get into the story as well; you wouldn't want us consolidating full control over it now would you? :8
Well, this's gonna be just a quick little update, don't have time to do much. Also, since my character's asleep, I won't be adding to the story right now.
Dreadnaught: Not me either.
Pherexio: But I will. :>
"Several hours after falling asleep on the leafy bed of the night elves, Köl awoke. He was not used to such comfort, or even very long sleep. He decided to pay the night elves for their trouble.
He spent several miniutes looking for a doorknob of any kind. Finding none, he went to the window to think. After a few moments there, he came up with the probable solution.
After ensuring the others were asleep, he spoke in a whisper, 'Tree of Eternity, will you please let me exit?'
That seemed to do the trick. The 'door' opened and Köl stepped silently outside. He began a quick but quiet march toward the former undead base. It reeked of evil and death. The blight still covered the land. He'd dealt with many situations like this before. He took some of the blight and began pouring dirt in its stead. Then he began chanting, pouring mana into the dirt. Slowly but surely, pure earth began to radiate out from the circle of dirt he had poured. It was nearly dawn when he noticed he had been watched through the whole process.
Satisfied that he task was complete, he turned to face his sentinel. Firessa stood there, seemingly amazed at how fast he had cleared the immense field of blight.
In answer to a question she hadn't asked, 'A simple spell -I shall teach it to you if you like.' She continued to stare at him, 'Well, I can see you do not approve of my leaving your base without telling anyone. I suppose such is warrant; simply know that I cannot live with a debt unpaid. Your hospitality was most appretiated, so I decided I'd pay you back.'
She still did not move an inch.
'What's wrong with you woman? Say something!' Eventually through the silence, he heard an unfamiliar but faint noise. Then he realized that she wasn't angry or demanding answers, but telling him to shut up! Be quiet! Silence!
He got the message just in time to avoid being the breakfast of an unusually large wildkin. After twenty minutes had gone by, she finally replied.
'You are lucky.'
'I gather that now.'
'Well, we should be returning to the base now; the priestess said she wanted to talk to us before we were off.'
'Indeed?' Köl said under his breath.
'What was that?'
'Nothing; you're right though, we should be heading back now. My companions are probably awake.'
So they returned to the night elf base. When they arrived, they found Siroff experimenting with some new disguises, Kar was busy chatting with a group of archers, and the priestess awaited their return as Firessa claimed."

Defi: Mwaahahaha! My turn!
"'Is the base in order?' Tir asked his second.
'Yes sir, all is in place.'
'Very good then, I want twenty-four hour patrols around our parimeter; Köl must be captured when he passes this way!'
'As you command, sir.' Drachnorr left the barracks.
Tir's base was set up, his forces were refitted and reinforced, and his plans were laid out. Only one thing was missing, and it was headed his way.
'This time, I'll be ready. This time Köl, you will not escape. Your life will be mine, even if it means mine will go with yours!' Tir gloated over his ensured success. It seemed nothing could prevent his total victory.
Köl's group would be on its way there at any time, and they were in for a big surprise when they got there. Even the ten day march it would take him didn't phase Tir; he had learned patience over the years."

Never said it would be a long turn did I? Well, thats it, left totally open-ended for anyone to fill in the blanks! Have a go at it!

NAME OF CHARACTER: Duke Therranor
AGE: 31 (when he dead)
GENDER: Male
RACE: Undead
APPEARANCE: He still preserves much of his human appearence. His eyes are black, so black that it seems to be a hollow, but it still inspires fright in his enemies, just as it was before he died at the second War against the Orcs.
He wears a typical black/purple armor of a Scourge Death Knight, and a long dark grey cape.
ITEMS (No stat raising items for the moment): He holds a sword made of cold steel and crystal at the blade, with a beaultiful Amethyst in the cross. He also carries some Healing Salves and Skulls of Blight.
PROFESSION AND SPECIALITY: He's the favorite Lieutenant of Zarn-Lhûl, the Lich. He's a master Swordsman and a fine skilled Necromancer.
BIOGRAPHY:------ Unknown -------
WRITING SKILLS AND EXPERIENCE: I'm probably the worst writer here, but I won't post much, I'll just "temper" your story a bit.



"'Now, go. They are waiting for you, outside.'
'Yes, Master.' Therranor then stands up and holds tightly the sword's handle with his left hand. He walks along the dark corridor, wondering what would be waiting beyond that door. He opens, walks off the Necropolis, and then, all of a sudden, a loud mixture of high screams and harsh yells greets the Death Knight. An army, no, a phalange of undead warriors fill the blighted ground of the great Undead fortress. Duke Therranor is stunned, but yet, pleasured of that horrific vision.
'The Live shall die! The Dead shall emerge!' He yelled, as the entire army was clamoring his name..."

You're in, The Lord! You didn't wait for that as the others did but that's okay. You should keep track of the story even though you won't post much. Pherexio, thanks for clearing up the blight!:D Defiler, we are heading for you, you are some kilometers before the town we are heading for, the town where we will find Nats' character and perhaps between the encounter with Tir and the arrival at the town, we will sight Duke Therranor with his skeletons! This RP has been getting on well. Thanks to all who are willing to participate! The question that follows is not about the story; Do you want to reveal your real location, age and name?

Firessa, Kol, Kar and Siroff gathered around the priestess and waited for her to talk.
"I guess you will be going soon ... Take this, Lieutenant. It is an orb enchanted with fire energy, as you like it; you should seal it into your katana, dear. For you elves ... valiant Karazai and Kol'Aronos, I give to you an orb of frost and an orb of venom. And finally, for you, human, cunning Siroff Bernhardt, I give an orb of shadow. Use them well. Seal them in your weapons. And may you go with the angels watching over you.�
“Thank you, priestess!� they said in chorus.
They turned away, each going to collect their weapons; Firessa rallied another squadron of archers to accompany them in case of emergency. Thirty minutes later, they were off, forever south, heading for a human town, Raignatan.

Kar: NO time to post an update on the story right now, but maybe later. I honestly don't know. We should be able to sometime tommorrow though. L8rz! :D

This is pretty cool. By the way, when i said "I'm probably the worst writer here" I meant english-wise, not about story writing. Actually I'm a good story writer, take my mod as an instance.

"'Therranor, the preparations have been done.' Said a necromancer.
'What preparations?' He asked, as the Archlich Zarn-Lhûl appeared.
'We have set a couple of Meat Catapults about a nearby Human Garrison City. They have not noticed them yet because of the mist that had been there ploriferated. For them, it looks like a common fog that is very usual in the cold winter of Lordaeron.'
'I see. The Catapults shall start the siege. While they destroy the walls, we appear to eliminate any foe that tries to get rid of them.'
'Exactly.' The Archlich then reveals a black ornamented urn. 'Take this. Do not open until you get to the center of the Garrison.'
'Understood.' He took the urn and carefully deposited in a bag of leather.
'We now leave!' He yelled. The troops were prepared to battle.
Duke Therranor begins the march. To the east, to the Human Garrison City of Liarnath."

Defi, you have work in your base! The undead will be attacking you. Firessa and her companions will come just after, or just in time for the battle! Others, let's get on with the story.

Three days of march now ... Firessa was getting tired of walking at such a low speed. From time to time, she ran away to scout the area; and upon return, Siroff or Kol was always there to ask where she'd gone.
"I'll go scouting while you rest," Firessa said, for the third time in a day, tenth time in all.
"Why are you so obssessed with scouting? Can't you remain here and rest?" Kol asked, exasperated.
"Well, I'm not obssessed with scouting and no, I can't remain to rest because I'm not tired," Firessa replied.
"How come you are not tired after all this time? You slept only three hours and gone scouting the rest of the night; plus, the march we did as from the morning!" Siroff said.
"First, I am used to run fast; second, I'm used to sleep little and third, night elves aren't like you, high elves and humans. You see how my troops behave, huh? They sleep almost as little as me and like to take walks, however long or short they might be. That's pretty simple!" Firessa answered impatiently.
Then, she ran south, for more scouting.
"I guess we'll just have to go when she returns. Or perhaps, we should begin in thirty minutes. She'll find us anyway," Kar said.
Kol and Siroff nodded in agreement.

"'Great Leader, we have found a small group of merchants at the night. They are not far from here; if we go fast, we can reach them...' Said a shade scout.
'That's interesting.' Therranor said. 'Call the Crypt Fiends.'
'We are waiting your command' Said a Fiend from his side, surprising the Death Knight.
'We shall go first. Let's ride!'"

Kar: Have been too busy to worry about anything but school! It really stinks, but anyways, now we all will be posting our short updates to everything! :>
"All this walking was making Kar extremely tired. At this pace, she felt as if she would collapse soon. Köl and Siroff were still catching up on old times, even though it was the only thing they'd been doing since they started this excursion together. 'Those two must go back farther than I thought.'
Firessa had been coming and going; obviously, she was annoyed be the 'slow pace set by the human and high elves. Every time she did, Siroff and Köl would complain of being tired. Köl was obviously lying, but Firessa didn't seem to notice, or care, and Siroff... well with Siroff it's hard to tell; it is safe to assume however, that he was also lying. 'Why are you lying about fatigue Köl? If it's because of me, I wish you'd stop, but if it isn't.... what would you get out of it?'
She was constantly pondering this while they walked. Eventually she realized they'd stopped, and were staring down the gullet of a human base. A human base, bearing the symbol of the elf Tir'Aronos."

Dreadnaught: Just going to detail the conversation Köl and Siroff were having.
"'So,' Siroff enquired, 'exactly how much of it is left?'
'Like I said yesterday, at least another 400 years.'
'That's quite a lot.'
'Yes, a lot -for a human.'
'Indeed, I still remember when you gave me these,' Siroff said, producing his disguise kit and a small gem from an inconspicuous pouch.
'Ah yes, what a day that was for you...'
'These will work for what you desire.'
'Really? Well then, I'll--'
'Hush! You must know the price before taking the deal -or is it customary to accept before you know what you must pay?'
'Right... the price... how much?' Siroff produced a bag of gold.
'Bah! Put away your petty coins -you owe me a life debt f you accept these!'
'My life? I would rather live as such than as I am now.' He replaced his coins.
'Very well then, this will bind you to your promise.' Köl produced an ornate dagger and slid its blade swiftly and keenly over Siroff's right arm.
'Gaah! Why blood?!'
'Fool. Look!' Siroff did look, and though the cut was deep enough to draw blood, none flowed.
'But, how?'
'This dagger is a daggar of bargains, used only to seal a deal, not seal a life.' With that, Köl handed Siroff a worn leather bag and a small, glowing gemstone: A magical disguise kit, and Siroff's greatest treasure.
Upon taking the bag, Siroff felt odd; the magic must be very potent. Even the bag was nothing, however, in contrast to the stone.
As he took the stone, the magical energy contained within exploded around Siroff; making him young and strong, coloring his hair to its native black, and giving Siroff his greatest desire.
The two friends stopped chatting about their memories in time to see Firessa pointing downward to a valley. They came to the crest of the hill and saw what they knew was coming: Tir's base."

Kar: That's all the time we've got for now. Sorry it couldn't be longer. 'Til next time ppl!

I am going to start the Free for all battle then, huh. The Lord is on one side, Defiler in the middle and us on the other side. The human's will be CRUSHED into a sandwich. ^_^ ^_^

Firessa continued to look towards the base, trying to get a strategy from her mind. But something interrupted her; from time to time, bushes and shadows moved on the other side of the hill. At first, she thought it was a human scout, who was coming and going, but no longer. Each time those moved, Firessa became more suspicious.
"We'll attack from one side only," Firessa said as she turned towards her companions.
"Why? From two or three sides is best!" one of her archers said, "why from one side only?"
"The other side, at the far end of the base; something's moving over there and I don't wanna risk anyone. For now, it'll be best to wait until we find out what is over there."
"Do you think another army is preparing an attack on this base?" Kol asked, obviously suspicious of his own comment.
"If there is an army preparing an attack, it would be our chance to get by the case and go away," Kar said; she seemed tired.
"No! If there is an attack, we must help them. I don't want to leave my race dying here!" Siroff exclaimed.
"Your devotion in your race is admirable! I would have done the same," Firessa said; her archers nodded behind her.
"We'll wait then," Kar concluded.
Silently, they crouched onto the crest of the hill again and watched, waiting for an obvious signal of anything happening.

I think I'll let The Lord begin it after all. I'm not too sure if they are near the base. Anyways, Firessa and others are waiting for the other army to attack first.