slacker261
Knight
"Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?"
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Post by slacker261 on May 13, 2005 14:08:25 GMT -5
An'alia sat on the branch in the treetops that bordered the clearing that lay before her. By the light of the moon, she could see what appeared to be a small undead outpost standing not far away from her position. She sneered in disgust at the monstrosities and cursed them under her breath. Seconds later, Mordo, her raven, fluttered down to perch on her shoulder and squawk softly in her ear. "There's a patrol coming?" she whispered to the bird, looking beneath her to find the troops it spoke of. She spotted three ghouls slowly stamping through the woods and it appeared that they were headed her way. She laid in wait for them and it didn't take long before they passed right below her without seeing her at all. She leapt to the ground drawing the daggers she kept beneath her cloak and seething with adrenaline. Landing directly on top of the first ghoul, she crushed his rotting skull into the earth and quickly turned to engage the other two. The second ghoul died in shock, equally attributed to the sudden appearance of his enemy and the sudden appearance of the dagger lodged between his eyes. The final ghoul lunged at An'alia but she managed to roll back and flip him directly into the nearest tree, to which she also pinned him with a few knives in the torso just to be sure. Very calm and collectedly, she sighed to shake the adrenaline and collected her weapons. She stood and took a moment to look at the full moon looming above her. A good omen. Tonight would be a good night for the hunt. With that, she teleported to the treetops once more to plan her silent assualt on the base before her.
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Post by Vìncê on May 30, 2005 6:45:01 GMT -5
((First of all, may I join this thread? Secondly, if yes, then how would you propose that someone would join this thread? Just wondering )
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Post by warkiller on May 30, 2005 17:08:03 GMT -5
((I might be interested in joining this thread as well))
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Post by MalGanis on May 31, 2005 18:17:13 GMT -5
MalGrantus waited inside the undead base unknowing to who these undead pledged their loyalty to...the Lich King or the forsaken Queen.
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Post by warkiller on May 31, 2005 19:41:03 GMT -5
((Oh well, I think I know how to start in with my character.))
A red dragon flew above the Great Sea, near the Maelstrom. He was heading for Kalimdor.
His name was Korialstrasz, but the fact that he was also one of the leading members of the Kiri Tor, a mage called Krasus, was only knowed to a select few.
The dragon was flying for some hours now. And finally, the coast of Kalimdor greeted him. At least, this time, it wasn't for a dreaded emergency.
He was planning to do some observation...and perhaps...some intervention.
He knew that some undeads were still in Kalimdor, mostly in the Ashenvale forest. It would be good to remove that threat from there before trying to strike at a deeper base of the Scourge. From his knowledge, the only undeads that were still in Kalimdor were under the control of the Lich King.
The once eleven ranger general, and now banshee queen of the Forsaken, Sylvanys Windrunner, controlled only her own minions in what was called the Plaguelands, in the territories of Lordearon. So, Korialstrasz didn't thought that some of her minions would take the risk to go in the territories of the night elves.
Dipping slightly closer to the ground, but still keeping a high level in the air, the red dragon surveyed the forest when he noticed something that was both interesting and disturbing, an undead outpost.
It was better to gain more informations instead of striking blind.
Landing in a small clearing, not too far and slowly, to be unnoticed, Korialstraz looked all around himself, all his senses in alert. No one nearby. Not even an undead, and not any night elves...for now.
Before anyone could come, Korialstrasz shrugged...and started getting smaller. He diminished until he attained human size.
From dragon, Korialstrasz had become Krasus, a powerful mage. But it was unsure to the fact if he was either human or elf. Only by looking deep in his black eyes would betray the great experience he had.
((Sorry for the long post.))
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Post by warkiller on Jun 1, 2005 9:51:41 GMT -5
((Vincent, if you want to join, you'll have to make yourself a Warcraft character.))
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Post by Vìncê on Jun 1, 2005 13:24:12 GMT -5
((Hey, I'm sorry, I have realized that I don't know enough about Warcraft. Or at least, I think I don't know enough about Warcraft. Sorry. I might join this later if I find out more about Warcraft, but for now, sorry, I'm going to bow out of this thread, even though I really wasn't in it lol. Have fun everyone! Warkiller, if you really want me to stay in this thread you will have to deal with my incredble newbishness with knowledge of Warcraft. I am willing to do that if you want, but it might take a lot of correcting from you and a lot of modified posts, but if you really want me to stay in, I will. [If you want me to stay in, could you suggest a few names?] lol.))
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Post by warkiller on Jun 3, 2005 13:55:08 GMT -5
((Vincent, if you want to join a thread, go in the People's Militia thread. Also, for some infos about Warcraft, you could check this site : www.battle.net/war3/That's a site about Warcraft 3. Check the infos about the heroes for each races, you'll found the different names for them. You'll surely find something by searching throught them.))
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Post by Vìncê on Jun 21, 2005 7:10:32 GMT -5
((Thanks for the suggestion, I think I'll stay outta this one though. Thanks for the help though!))
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slacker261
Knight
"Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?"
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Post by slacker261 on Jun 27, 2005 9:51:47 GMT -5
As An'alia prepared to head off toward the base, her pet raven, Mordo, swooped down onto a low branch and squawked softly a few times. "Well which is he, a dragon or a man?" she replied to the bird. It chittered and squawked some more. "Perhaps I shall go and see for myself then," she said. With that, she proceeded to Blink through the dense treetops until she came upon a small clearing and spotted the cloaked figure that her pet had spoken of. Silently watching him, narrowing her keen eyes in suspicion, she attempted to discover just what his purpose was here in these woods and whether or not she would have to kill him so he wouldn't get in the way of her goals for the evening.
((Hey guys. Sorry about not posting for so long. I'm back now so I'll try and keep up. Hopefully you're all still interested in playing. Thanks.))
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Post by warkiller on Jun 27, 2005 12:58:59 GMT -5
((I'm still interested.))
Krasus peered slightly to his right, noticing the female night elf and a raven, but with his hood on his face, it was nearly impossible to see where he had just looked to, unles he had obviously turned his head.
He made a quick and discrete spell on his cloak, just to make sure she would be safe from a suprise attack from the night elf.
He started walking toward the undead outpost, knowing that he might encounter some opposition on his way, and surely the night elf would be among those. But night elves, humans and orcs had worked together in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, so they should still be at some peace.
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Post by MalGanis on Jun 27, 2005 13:05:29 GMT -5
MalGrantus getting bored waiting around decided to take a patrol with two ghouls. As they walked a little way from the base he felt something was amiss unsure if it being the undead he was with or something else he decided to take caution either way.
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Post by warkiller on Jun 27, 2005 13:22:02 GMT -5
Krasus heard footsteps coming, being much more than either a human or elf, he had better skills.
He quickly hide himself, just to be careful and he readied a spell...
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Post by MalGanis on Jun 27, 2005 13:38:52 GMT -5
MalGrantus sent one of the ghouls to search the surronding area while he waited on guard with the other, he didn't like being taken by surprise.
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slacker261
Knight
"Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?"
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Post by slacker261 on Jun 29, 2005 9:13:27 GMT -5
An'alia watched the cloaked figure hurriedly duck out of sight just as her honed elven senses picked up the sound of footsteps through the underbrush. In moments, she saw a lone ghoul tromp out of the woods and into the clearing. It seemed as though the cloaked man was not allied with the Undead, or at least not these particular abominations, as he'd probably not have much reason to hide from them if that was the case. Whether or not he could be trusted was still to be determined, however, and she would have to stay conscious of his presence.
These few moments of rational were soon clouded though as she focused on the ghoul below and the searing hatred she held for the Undead washed over her. Her brow furrowed in rage as she watched the mindless, festering corpse of what once was a natural being swing its mutilated head from side to side, scanning the landscape. Moving almost automatically, An'alia pulled one of her shimmering daggers out from within her cloak and gripped it so tight that her lavender knuckles turned a shade lighter. She Blinked to the floor of the clearing and stood directly in front of the ghoul just long enough for it to figure out what was about to happen. Her sharp eyes flashed beneath her hood and, before the soldier could react, delivered a devastating roundhouse kick to its mangled jaw. The ghoul's eyes widened in almost as much shock as pain as the force of the blow sent him off of his feet. Hardly finished with him, An'alia Blinked in his path and slammed into what was left his lower torso with a vicious uppercut punch. Sent sailing back the way he came, An'alia Blinked into his path again and caught him with a knee to the spine. The ghoul winced in terrible pain as his legs gave out, dropping him to to his knees. Blinking once more to his front, An'alia performed a spinning kick that planted her heel straight between his eyes. He only had enough time to recoil and start to fall forward again until another of the same kicks sent his head back again. On her third spin, she swung her dagger out wide and low, coming across and slicing the animated corpse's head clean off of his neck.
Sliding the dagger back into it's sheath, she breathed heavily through clenched teeth. Despite the brutality of her actions, she felt a small step toward righteous vengeance had just occurred. Calming herself down with a sigh, An'alia now turned to look in the direction of the cloaked figure. He would certainly be aware of her presence now, and she could tell that he was still hiding there. Ready for anything, she would wait for him to make the first move.
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