- Draconyxion -
Draco could not believe what he was seeing as he looked upon the constructs of earth towering over his smaller form. It was times like this he really wished that Sir Bowen was not a Dwarf. He really wished he'd been bound to someone a bit taller, like a Draenei or maybe one of them mountain giants in Northrend, that would have been fun. He did his best to stare down the dark shaman and his elementals the best he could. His own eyes shifting in hue as the heat built up inside him begging to burst forth.
The outnumbered dwarf was unaware that he'd left one of the Drakes unattended as his focus was with the force before him. Though when several of the Elementals broke off he gave a shallow sigh of relief. Yes he had the blood of an earth dragon running through his veins but this was something entirely different. "Hey Where you lot think you are going!?" He yelled over to them, "What am I too much for-"
Draco was cut short as he heard a roar from above just before the temperature around him intensified. The small stature of the Dwarf was completely engulfed in the flames from his opponent with little warning.
01/10/2017 02:02 AMPosted by KersiaMorician's charge drew the attention of one of the fighters, who's chain mail clanged as he ran towards the undead duo. He threw one of the devices from his pack into the path of Morician's horse. It sprang open, revealing itself as a small, bear trapped shaped device, with an icy blue crystal in the center. If Morician's horse triggers it, it'll freeze the horse in place.
As the device flew towards the horse's path, the warrior pulled out a black ebony long bow. He knocked an arrow and began to take aim at the death knight, aiming for where he assumed there would be joints in the knight's armor. He tried to adjust for the horse's trajectory and fired his shot.
His plan, it seemed, was somewhat of a success, for one of the fighters charged away from the rest to meet him on the field of battle. Morician snorted in disdain, beginning to ready his runeblade for a killing blow before frowning in puzzlement. The warrior seemed to have tossed something into Steel's path--what it was, he wasn't sure. However, it was likely something that should not be stepped on.
With no time to discern the exact nature of the object, Morician clucked his tongue sharply, prompting the charger to jump over the trap. Unfortunately, the action temporarily left Morician a bit more vulnerable...and right in the path of the warrior's aim.
Morician grunted as the arrow thudded between his armor plates, penetrating the mail beneath and embedding itself firmly in his belly. He took a moment to snap most of the shaft off, leaving only a short, broken stub sticking out from the plates and leaving him freedom to move otherwise. Leveling a hateful glare at the fighter as Steel's hooves hit the ground once more, he brought the charger to bear on the opponent, readying his runeblade to strike at the fighter's head.
As his drake was diving at Draco, the rider called out, "Your blood!"
Kora sighed, “Oh for Light’s sake! I am growing tired of this, are your masters too afraid to face us themselves? They must be pretty weak if they have to have you goons to do their dirty work!”
She did not, account for it doing the opposite. Instead of going for its rider; who blinked to safety on the ground; the dragon wrapped a claw around one of Vynianyx's wings, snapping the bone and sending the druidess on a one way course to the ground. She had cried out with a screech as she felt the bones break, but then passed out from the sudden and intense pain. Sylstyx's own healing waters could not reach the falling druidic bird.
The pained screech turned Kora’s attention to the sky to see Vyn falling in her bird form. The dragoness cursed under her breath. She took a deep breath and blew it out, circling her body making the stream of hot air circle. She cast a spell in her mind, the hot air becoming more solid as it began to kick up dust and debris. Kora had created a tornado using her own draconic breath that caught Vyn as she fell and slowed her descent. Kora took another deep breath, “Someone might want to see to our druid friend!”
Two of the shaman rider's earth elementals broke from where Draco and the rider and drake were fighting and charged towards Kora. They each summoned spears of earth from the ground and shot them towards the woman.
A wall of flame erupted in the path of the earth spears turning them into little more than molten rock and then the wall became a wave, rushing toward the two elementals, “I don’t have time to play with you… I have bigger fish to fry.” Kora’s gaze was locked on the drake that had hurt Vyn as she snapped her arms down, two sickles attached to ropes of flame appeared in her hands. She cast another spell and leaped off the ground, jumping impossibly high, her two weapons spinning as she did so. Once she reached the apex of her jumped she unleashed her weapons, the two sickles careening towards the drake. The sickles would punch through the drake’s hide if they hit and if they did Kora would pull herself towards the drake, her armor forming around her as she did.
Kora sighed, “Oh for Light’s sake! I am growing tired of this, are your masters too afraid to face us themselves? They must be pretty weak if they have to have you goons to do their dirty work!”
She did not, account for it doing the opposite. Instead of going for its rider; who blinked to safety on the ground; the dragon wrapped a claw around one of Vynianyx's wings, snapping the bone and sending the druidess on a one way course to the ground. She had cried out with a screech as she felt the bones break, but then passed out from the sudden and intense pain. Sylstyx's own healing waters could not reach the falling druidic bird.
The pained screech turned Kora’s attention to the sky to see Vyn falling in her bird form. The dragoness cursed under her breath. She took a deep breath and blew it out, circling her body making the stream of hot air circle. She cast a spell in her mind, the hot air becoming more solid as it began to kick up dust and debris. Kora had created a tornado using her own draconic breath that caught Vyn as she fell and slowed her descent. Kora took another deep breath, “Someone might want to see to our druid friend!”
Two of the shaman rider's earth elementals broke from where Draco and the rider and drake were fighting and charged towards Kora. They each summoned spears of earth from the ground and shot them towards the woman.
A wall of flame erupted in the path of the earth spears turning them into little more than molten rock and then the wall became a wave, rushing toward the two elementals, “I don’t have time to play with you… I have bigger fish to fry.” Kora’s gaze was locked on the drake that had hurt Vyn as she snapped her arms down, two sickles attached to ropes of flame appeared in her hands. She cast another spell and leaped off the ground, jumping impossibly high, her two weapons spinning as she did so. Once she reached the apex of her jumped she unleashed her weapons, the two sickles careening towards the drake. The sickles would punch through the drake’s hide if they hit and if they did Kora would pull herself towards the drake, her armor forming around her as she did.
Torin foccused on the commander preparing his blade. He could see this battle in the dreamscape, but that was not what was distracting him. Beyond the canyon was the overgrowth. Unnatural wilds that were fueled by the energy of the dream and the nightmare. That is was made him unsettled. He pushed the thoughts away as best he could before taking on this commander in combat.
His blade met his enemies as they clashed. He brought his blade around in a killing blow only for the enemy commander to parry his sword. "You managed to see though my illusion blade. Perhaps this will not be as one sided as I had expected." Torin grinned.
Something spurred on his movement as the two were locked in a deadly duel. He shut out everything around him as a dark energy began to crackle around his blade. Finally it came to a pitch as the dark energy consumed the commander banishing him into the depths of the Emerald Nightmare. The infinite abyss known as the Rift of Aln. When the whil of dark energies subsided Torin was laying unconscious on the cold ground.
His blade met his enemies as they clashed. He brought his blade around in a killing blow only for the enemy commander to parry his sword. "You managed to see though my illusion blade. Perhaps this will not be as one sided as I had expected." Torin grinned.
Something spurred on his movement as the two were locked in a deadly duel. He shut out everything around him as a dark energy began to crackle around his blade. Finally it came to a pitch as the dark energy consumed the commander banishing him into the depths of the Emerald Nightmare. The infinite abyss known as the Rift of Aln. When the whil of dark energies subsided Torin was laying unconscious on the cold ground.
The dragon engulfed Draco with his flames before he came crashing down on or next to the dwarf. Immediately on touchdown he lashed out with his claws at the dwarf. The elementals also worked their way towards the dwarf, ready to throw stones at the man.
Sylstyx threw out a healing totem towards the bulk of the fighting, before she darted over towards Draco. The shaman sent out a blast of molten fire to crumble on of the elementals and an arc of shamanistic lighting towards the shaman. The dark shaman countered her lightning with his own, the attacks exploding into a rain of sparks as the shaman pair squared off. The earth elementals began to shift their focus from the dwarf, allowing him to focus on the drake.
Sylstyx dismantled the dark earth elementals quickly with a chain of fire energy. As she faced the dark shaman, the air around her crackled with electric energy, and small orbs of lightning formed and circled her. These orbs were to act as a shield. The dark shaman did not allow her any more preparations, as he unleashed a burst of dark fire. The orbs lessened the blow, lashing out at the dark shaman, but the fire still reached Sylstyx. It burned against her armor, heating it up and burning her skin.
Sylstyx ignored the pain, muscling through it to cast a fire spell of her own. The dark shaman tried to avoid her spell, but it still caught his leg. He fell to a knee and cursed Sylstyx. He threw a ball of molten fire at her, ready to intensify the burns she already had. Sylstyx cried out as the ball hit her burned shoulder.
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Sylstyx threw out a healing totem towards the bulk of the fighting, before she darted over towards Draco. The shaman sent out a blast of molten fire to crumble on of the elementals and an arc of shamanistic lighting towards the shaman. The dark shaman countered her lightning with his own, the attacks exploding into a rain of sparks as the shaman pair squared off. The earth elementals began to shift their focus from the dwarf, allowing him to focus on the drake.
Sylstyx dismantled the dark earth elementals quickly with a chain of fire energy. As she faced the dark shaman, the air around her crackled with electric energy, and small orbs of lightning formed and circled her. These orbs were to act as a shield. The dark shaman did not allow her any more preparations, as he unleashed a burst of dark fire. The orbs lessened the blow, lashing out at the dark shaman, but the fire still reached Sylstyx. It burned against her armor, heating it up and burning her skin.
Sylstyx ignored the pain, muscling through it to cast a fire spell of her own. The dark shaman tried to avoid her spell, but it still caught his leg. He fell to a knee and cursed Sylstyx. He threw a ball of molten fire at her, ready to intensify the burns she already had. Sylstyx cried out as the ball hit her burned shoulder.
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The commander scoffed as he dueled Torin, but found himself surprised by the whirl of dark energy. When the whirl subsided, both he and Torin were down. Where Torin was simply unconscious, this man was as good as dead, forever locked in an endless nightmare.
One of the newcomers that had been heading his way saw them both on the ground. Assuming both were dead, he turned his attention to the combatants that were still living. Well, figuratively.
The mounted death knight's blade managed to surprise the hunter; so sure was he that the trap would trigger; and the hunter found his neck sliced open. He fell to his knees with a garbled cry before death took him.
However, as he fell, a comrade came to take his place. This one sporting plated armor and brandishing a pair of axes. He was ready to avenge his fallen brother.
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Korianyth, with the boost of Sylstyx's wind, moved so swiftly that the dark warrior was not prepared. Her weapon found its mark in his neck, dispatching him quickly. But not before his ally fully recovered from the shield to the face. Seeing his comrade fall, he cried out with a battle cry and charged at the woman.
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The reinforcement that originally set out to attack Kora as he left the portal changed course when he saw the pandaren. He charged towards her, two maces held at the ready. Kersia was not focus on her surrounding like she should have been, having seen the man appear from the portal and go a different direction initially. She sensed him a moment too late and paid for her ineptitude when his molten hot mace tore into her side.
Sylstyx's healing waters managed to dull the burning before the healing faded from the battle field, and Kersia re-actively blinked away from the man. She didn't have time to play games with him, Kersia wanted to get an idea of where their portal was connected to and then cut it off before more arrived.
She blinked around another swing from the man. Spectral dark wolves sprung from the earth and charged at her, and she barely dodged the lighting he shot. To avoid his assaults, Kersia blinked up into the air and seemed to hover momentarily before slowly descending. As she descended, she dispelled each wolf with a blast of arcane energy. Being air born had its drawback, however, and she was unable to avoid the next bolt of lightning.
Kersia was too late to activate any sort of mana shield and found herself knocked from the sky by the lightning. Anger filled her, as the man charged at her once again. "I don't have TIME for you!" she shouted. Arcane energy mixed with frost, and the man was impaled by several needles of ice. Weary, Kersia stood and brushed herself off, before she surveyed her attack. She sighed, hating herself for losing control of her anger like that, but she did not have time to dally.
The summoner's mage had begun to erect a barrier to keep Kersia from blinking across. Arcane energy jumped from Kersia's fingers and she attached the beam to the shield. The two mages had a battle with their mana and will power, but it was not long lived. The enemy mage found herself overwhelmed quickly and the barrier fell. Finally, Kersia blinked across. As she did, she wove an enchanted spell of frost magic, creating a bridge across the lava moat that would not melt.
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Kora found herself on the back of a very angry drake. It rolled and roared as her hooks dug into it. In defiance, as the woman pulled herself to the drake, the drake landed with a thud on the ground. Right on top of its old rider, who was now dead under his drake. The drake continued to attempt to attack Kora on his back, before he attempted to throw his back on the ground to squish her as well.
One of the newcomers that had been heading his way saw them both on the ground. Assuming both were dead, he turned his attention to the combatants that were still living. Well, figuratively.
The mounted death knight's blade managed to surprise the hunter; so sure was he that the trap would trigger; and the hunter found his neck sliced open. He fell to his knees with a garbled cry before death took him.
However, as he fell, a comrade came to take his place. This one sporting plated armor and brandishing a pair of axes. He was ready to avenge his fallen brother.
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Korianyth, with the boost of Sylstyx's wind, moved so swiftly that the dark warrior was not prepared. Her weapon found its mark in his neck, dispatching him quickly. But not before his ally fully recovered from the shield to the face. Seeing his comrade fall, he cried out with a battle cry and charged at the woman.
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The reinforcement that originally set out to attack Kora as he left the portal changed course when he saw the pandaren. He charged towards her, two maces held at the ready. Kersia was not focus on her surrounding like she should have been, having seen the man appear from the portal and go a different direction initially. She sensed him a moment too late and paid for her ineptitude when his molten hot mace tore into her side.
Sylstyx's healing waters managed to dull the burning before the healing faded from the battle field, and Kersia re-actively blinked away from the man. She didn't have time to play games with him, Kersia wanted to get an idea of where their portal was connected to and then cut it off before more arrived.
She blinked around another swing from the man. Spectral dark wolves sprung from the earth and charged at her, and she barely dodged the lighting he shot. To avoid his assaults, Kersia blinked up into the air and seemed to hover momentarily before slowly descending. As she descended, she dispelled each wolf with a blast of arcane energy. Being air born had its drawback, however, and she was unable to avoid the next bolt of lightning.
Kersia was too late to activate any sort of mana shield and found herself knocked from the sky by the lightning. Anger filled her, as the man charged at her once again. "I don't have TIME for you!" she shouted. Arcane energy mixed with frost, and the man was impaled by several needles of ice. Weary, Kersia stood and brushed herself off, before she surveyed her attack. She sighed, hating herself for losing control of her anger like that, but she did not have time to dally.
The summoner's mage had begun to erect a barrier to keep Kersia from blinking across. Arcane energy jumped from Kersia's fingers and she attached the beam to the shield. The two mages had a battle with their mana and will power, but it was not long lived. The enemy mage found herself overwhelmed quickly and the barrier fell. Finally, Kersia blinked across. As she did, she wove an enchanted spell of frost magic, creating a bridge across the lava moat that would not melt.
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Kora found herself on the back of a very angry drake. It rolled and roared as her hooks dug into it. In defiance, as the woman pulled herself to the drake, the drake landed with a thud on the ground. Right on top of its old rider, who was now dead under his drake. The drake continued to attempt to attack Kora on his back, before he attempted to throw his back on the ground to squish her as well.
01/17/2017 06:50 PMPosted by SammurothShe did not, account for it doing the opposite. Instead of going for its rider; who blinked to safety on the ground; the dragon wrapped a claw around one of Vynianyx's wings, snapping the bone and sending the druidess on a one way course to the ground. She had cried out with a screech as she felt the bones break, but then passed out from the sudden and intense pain. Sylstyx's own healing waters could not reach the falling druidic bird.
The pained screech turned Kora’s attention to the sky to see Vyn falling in her bird form. The dragoness cursed under her breath. She took a deep breath and blew it out, circling her body making the stream of hot air circle. She cast a spell in her mind, the hot air becoming more solid as it began to kick up dust and debris. Kora had created a tornado using her own draconic breath that caught Vyn as she fell and slowed her descent. Kora took another deep breath, “Someone might want to see to our druid friend!”
Kora's request was answered quickly but perhaps not in the form she intended as the single shadow swooped down out of the sky following the decent of the Druid until their speeds were matched. a Pair of golden talons wrapped around the Vyn's broken form as a pair of large feathered wings opened catching an updraft from the small cyclone Kora had created. With a cry that was likely overshadowed by the ensuing battle below them, the pair vanished into the sky.
- Brave Baine Bloodhoof -
The day was still young but that did not mean that the early morning hours had been wasted. Through silver eyes a Tauren Brave from Thunder Bluff was out with a Hunting party tracking a herd of Kodo. The small group had run into some of the local Centaur and had sadly lost the trail of the migrating herd as a result. Baine, one of the leaders had sent out one of his birds to scout the skies to try and relocate their quarry so that the Hunt may continue. He was not expecting what the large fowl would return with instead.
Baine and several of the other Tauren looked in astonishment as the large Terorclaw landed near them with another large bird in its talons. Baine and his Frostwolf were the first to approach. Thinking that maybe his pet had made a kill. As he inspected the carrion the Tauren was surprised to see it still breathing. Though the breaths were shallow and very weak. It did not look to be a species native to the region however. Baine grew up in the Barrens, he was born here prior to the founding of Thunder Bluff and was confident he knew every species that crawled or flew this land.
One of the younger Tauren, a druid walked up and noticed Vyn's currentl appearance. Though young and inexperienced he instantly recognized the druidic form. Speaking in their native tongue of Taur-ahe. [Taur-ahe] "Sir if I may, I think that this could be a druid of the Talon." He calmly suggested to the larger Tauren.
Baine looked down at Vyn and then back to the young druid. It had been some time since he'd interacted with any druids of the Talon and had grown unfamiliar with their transformations. Suddenly a flash overtook his sight as he recalled the vision he'd received a few nights before. The Earth Mother and the spirits were trying to tell him something but he was unable to determine what his dream meant. Perhaps this Druid was to be a guide. [Taur-ahe] "Very well. Their wing appears to be broken. See what you can do about mending it and when they regain consciousness I wish to speak with them."
The younger druid responded with a salute of respect to his leader and slowly approached Vyn. Slowly he concentrated on the wing as his druidic magic poured forth from his hands. All the while he was chanting to the Earth Mother...
When the pain hit her, darkness filled Vyn's vision. She fell unconscious, falling. The green of the dream burst around her as her real body fell. She felt the pull of nature as the verdant greens filled her mind.
Vyn felt her body's descent slow, then get carried off. As she took one last look at the dream's battlefield, she saw something that sunk her heart. Where she had once saw Torin, she saw a vision of the nightmare. Vyn wasn't sure what it meant, but she knew she needed to get back to Torin.
The dream's vision faded as Vyn fully faded unconscious. The next thing the druidess felt was the familiar feeling of druidic healing. She slowly opened her eyes to see a group of tauren around her, with one clearly healing her wing. Vyn felt no pain in her wing. Without a warning, she hopped up to her clawed feet.
She chirped and looked amongst the tauren. Sensing no immediate hostility, she shifted back into a night elf.
In her best taur-ahe, Vyn spoke. "Thank you. I was in a bind. I must return to my friends. Blessings of the Earthmother to you." She turned to leave, not wishing to spend much more time as Torin needed her help.
Vyn felt her body's descent slow, then get carried off. As she took one last look at the dream's battlefield, she saw something that sunk her heart. Where she had once saw Torin, she saw a vision of the nightmare. Vyn wasn't sure what it meant, but she knew she needed to get back to Torin.
The dream's vision faded as Vyn fully faded unconscious. The next thing the druidess felt was the familiar feeling of druidic healing. She slowly opened her eyes to see a group of tauren around her, with one clearly healing her wing. Vyn felt no pain in her wing. Without a warning, she hopped up to her clawed feet.
She chirped and looked amongst the tauren. Sensing no immediate hostility, she shifted back into a night elf.
In her best taur-ahe, Vyn spoke. "Thank you. I was in a bind. I must return to my friends. Blessings of the Earthmother to you." She turned to leave, not wishing to spend much more time as Torin needed her help.
- Draconyxion -
The Drake would find his claws reaching out into nothing as it would appear that Draco had vanished, completely engulfed by the flames and turned to ash from the surprise assault. When the flames cleared there was only a pile of ash remained.
The Dwarf was not defeated however quick thinking may have save his guise. using the heat from the other drake's attack as well as his own the Dwarf tunneled under their feet and dropped to safety as the flames licked the empty air above him. Perhaps one of the advantages of being an adult Earth Dragon. He did not know if the young hatchling above him was aware of this ability. He quickly traveled under the Drake and the remaining pair of Earth Elementals.
Draco had a few moments to think to himself or so he thought. The more he grew in tune with Azeroth, the bigger risk he was in of becoming corrupted once more by the whispers of the Old Gods. He was also a great many miles away from Sir Bowen whom was his mental rock. It was their magical bond that helped keep the whispers at bay after the pair had returned to Azeroth and though their connection still held even at such great distances, it was much weaker than had they been in close proximity as was normally common.
The Dragon's eyes burned with desire as Draco channeled his molten power beneath them. The magma from the scare reacting to his pull as the ground heaved before it started to dissolve into an antlion sinkhole. A whirlpool of shifting earth grew as it reached out to devour the Drake.
01/19/2017 03:30 AMPosted by SylstyxThe dragon engulfed Draco with his flames before he came crashing down on or next to the dwarf. Immediately on touchdown he lashed out with his claws at the dwarf. The elementals also worked their way towards the dwarf, ready to throw stones at the man.
The Drake would find his claws reaching out into nothing as it would appear that Draco had vanished, completely engulfed by the flames and turned to ash from the surprise assault. When the flames cleared there was only a pile of ash remained.
The Dwarf was not defeated however quick thinking may have save his guise. using the heat from the other drake's attack as well as his own the Dwarf tunneled under their feet and dropped to safety as the flames licked the empty air above him. Perhaps one of the advantages of being an adult Earth Dragon. He did not know if the young hatchling above him was aware of this ability. He quickly traveled under the Drake and the remaining pair of Earth Elementals.
Draco had a few moments to think to himself or so he thought. The more he grew in tune with Azeroth, the bigger risk he was in of becoming corrupted once more by the whispers of the Old Gods. He was also a great many miles away from Sir Bowen whom was his mental rock. It was their magical bond that helped keep the whispers at bay after the pair had returned to Azeroth and though their connection still held even at such great distances, it was much weaker than had they been in close proximity as was normally common.
The Dragon's eyes burned with desire as Draco channeled his molten power beneath them. The magma from the scare reacting to his pull as the ground heaved before it started to dissolve into an antlion sinkhole. A whirlpool of shifting earth grew as it reached out to devour the Drake.
01/10/2017 02:02 AMPosted by KersiaThe flail wielding warrior side stepped the fireball from Richard. He smirked at the mage. "Fire the best you got?" He called, laughing. "My armor is made from the shed scales of black dragons, your pathetic fire is worthless!" As soon as he finished the statement, he began to spin the flail. A moment later, the warrior charged forward towards Richard.
Richard grimaced. Fire was actually all he really knew in the spell department. Guess he was a bit out of luck on this one. The warrior was on him within moments, the flail pounded his body as he failed to dodge the first strike striking him on his ribcage. And the next dealt him a bit of a glancing blow.
Synthara crept up behind the man, her claws flexing. She wriggled her haunches and bowled the warrior over. "Actually, she's the best I got." She ferociously swiped at the mans face giving him quite the painful death as he struggled under her mass.
Leaving the panther to deal with that fellow, Richard walked off a bit away from the field of battle. He tried surveying the mess that was this fight but really couldn't focus on anything. His side ached but he could hardly focus on that. It seemed everyone was locked in a duel of some kind, hopefully they could deal with that. What a mess this was.
He turned his focus towards the mages that were left. Kerisa was there doing some sort of magics. Hm. He wasn't quite just sure what to do yet.
- Brave Baine Bloodhoof -
The young druid was startled by the sudden reaction from Vyn that he had to take a step back as she turned into her Kaldorei form. He was young and while he recognized the Druid of the Talon's form he did not realize until after that it was a Night Elf taking the from. When she spoke to him in his native tongue he responded the best he could. "I understand that, as your injury was quite bad. Shifting between forms like that must be taxing enough but to do so under your condition... Rest a moment please to regain your strength. Our Leader, Baine, also wished to speak with you when you awoke." The Young Tauren Druid handed Vyn something to drink as well as offered her a bit of something.
Baine walked over to where the pair were talking after hearing a response from his Frostwolf. He too noticed that there was a Night Elf standing there whom looked like she had been in quite a battle. He walked over and looked down at the Elf. Unlike the younger Tauren Druid whom only knew his own language and that of the Orcs, Baine spoke in common so as to not further confuse her. "Well look who is awake."
The large tree in Baine's vison started to make a bit more sense. Could it have been something to do with the World Tree? A symbol from the Earth Mother that he would come across one of the Kaldorei and he was to offer aid. Baine was young but still well traveled. He'd been to Hyjal and spent time under its branches. He knew of the Emerald Dream though had never been there himself. This Kaldorei Druid likely had spent many years within the Dream and if anyone could help him interpret his vision maybe it could be her.
"I hope we did not startle you Night stalker. You were brought to me by my feathered friend over there. We thought you dead a first but are glad to see that was not the case. My name is Baine, I am a brave of the Bloodhoof tribe in Thunder Bluff... Before you ask, no... I am far from being the High Chieftain and while our names are similar and from the same tribe, we are not directly related. If you do not mind my asking. What brings you to our lands and in such disarray?"
The young druid was startled by the sudden reaction from Vyn that he had to take a step back as she turned into her Kaldorei form. He was young and while he recognized the Druid of the Talon's form he did not realize until after that it was a Night Elf taking the from. When she spoke to him in his native tongue he responded the best he could. "I understand that, as your injury was quite bad. Shifting between forms like that must be taxing enough but to do so under your condition... Rest a moment please to regain your strength. Our Leader, Baine, also wished to speak with you when you awoke." The Young Tauren Druid handed Vyn something to drink as well as offered her a bit of something.
Baine walked over to where the pair were talking after hearing a response from his Frostwolf. He too noticed that there was a Night Elf standing there whom looked like she had been in quite a battle. He walked over and looked down at the Elf. Unlike the younger Tauren Druid whom only knew his own language and that of the Orcs, Baine spoke in common so as to not further confuse her. "Well look who is awake."
The large tree in Baine's vison started to make a bit more sense. Could it have been something to do with the World Tree? A symbol from the Earth Mother that he would come across one of the Kaldorei and he was to offer aid. Baine was young but still well traveled. He'd been to Hyjal and spent time under its branches. He knew of the Emerald Dream though had never been there himself. This Kaldorei Druid likely had spent many years within the Dream and if anyone could help him interpret his vision maybe it could be her.
"I hope we did not startle you Night stalker. You were brought to me by my feathered friend over there. We thought you dead a first but are glad to see that was not the case. My name is Baine, I am a brave of the Bloodhoof tribe in Thunder Bluff... Before you ask, no... I am far from being the High Chieftain and while our names are similar and from the same tribe, we are not directly related. If you do not mind my asking. What brings you to our lands and in such disarray?"
Kori’s spear struck true and her opponent’s life ended quickly upon its bladed end, impaled through the throat. The elf woman pushed the dead man’s body off her weapon with her foot, spinning the polearm once in her hand and flicking his blood through the air. From the left came a furious warcry; seeing his companion slain, her other opponent now charged towards her with vengeful eyes burning behind a badly dented visor. He had retrieved one of his swords from the ground, and now also held a wicked looking dagger in his offhand.
The confident huntress faced him as he approached, swaying lightly on the balls of her feet. She waited until he was almost upon her, then twisted out of his reach and lashed out with her weapon, slashing open the back of his shoulder through his scale armor. He cried out in pain and turned to fling his dagger towards the kaldorei, and her shield snapped up to deflect the attack. He then lunged with his sword, and Kori gracefully kicked his arm aside and redirected his blow. Before he could regain his balance, she had danced behind him and driven her polearm through the small of his back. The gleaming silver blade erupted from his abdomen along with a torrent of scarlet blood, and like his ally he died impaled upon her spear.
Kicking his limp form off her weapon, Korianyth surveyed the battlefield. It was quite chaotic, but she couldn’t see any fallen allies yet. A few people were missing, though. Nearby, it appeared Kersia had slain one of the warriors and penetrated the summoner’s magical barrier. She had even erected an ice bridge across the molten moat, and was now facing off with the mages inside. Kori was impressed with her efficiency. Slinging her spear loosely on her back and drawing her shortbow, the huntress quickly strode across Kersia’s frozen structure to stand by her side, firing two arrows at the enemy mages as she approached.
The confident huntress faced him as he approached, swaying lightly on the balls of her feet. She waited until he was almost upon her, then twisted out of his reach and lashed out with her weapon, slashing open the back of his shoulder through his scale armor. He cried out in pain and turned to fling his dagger towards the kaldorei, and her shield snapped up to deflect the attack. He then lunged with his sword, and Kori gracefully kicked his arm aside and redirected his blow. Before he could regain his balance, she had danced behind him and driven her polearm through the small of his back. The gleaming silver blade erupted from his abdomen along with a torrent of scarlet blood, and like his ally he died impaled upon her spear.
Kicking his limp form off her weapon, Korianyth surveyed the battlefield. It was quite chaotic, but she couldn’t see any fallen allies yet. A few people were missing, though. Nearby, it appeared Kersia had slain one of the warriors and penetrated the summoner’s magical barrier. She had even erected an ice bridge across the molten moat, and was now facing off with the mages inside. Kori was impressed with her efficiency. Slinging her spear loosely on her back and drawing her shortbow, the huntress quickly strode across Kersia’s frozen structure to stand by her side, firing two arrows at the enemy mages as she approached.
01/19/2017 03:34 AMPosted by KersiaThe mounted death knight's blade managed to surprise the hunter; so sure was he that the trap would trigger; and the hunter found his neck sliced open. He fell to his knees with a garbled cry before death took him.
However, as he fell, a comrade came to take his place. This one sporting plated armor and brandishing a pair of axes. He was ready to avenge his fallen brother.
Morician sat a little straighter in the saddle as his blade drained the life from the hunter, the dull pain in his belly beginning to ebb. He did not have time to rest, however, as another thug charged towards him, seeking revenge for the hunter's death. Unfortunately for the cultist, he chose to assault horse and rider from behind, receiving a stout kick in the ribs from Steel's powerful hind legs in return for his efforts. The thug was knocked back onto his rump, screaming in pain as armored hooves began to trample him into the ground.
With the brute cultist now a bloody pile of flesh churned into the earth, Morician took a moment to survey the rest of the battleground, readying his runeblade. So far, it would seem the scales were tipped in their favor, with Kersia taking the fight to the remaining cultists in the center of the lava moat. Unsure if he would be able to provide much help to her on horseback, Morician reined around and began riding towards Sylstyx. As best he could tell, she was a healer of some sort, and though he could mend his own wounds given time, he wasn't so sure the same could be said for their other allies.
The drake, confident in his ability to turn a dwarf to ash, failed to feel the shifting sands. Once his back legs began to sink in, it was too late. The earth swallowed the black dragon, and its own power couldn't outmatch Draco's. The poor drake died as the sands filled his lungs and the pressure crushed his insides. The swirling sands grew red with his blood.
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"Master Vanzerion?" A garbed magi spoke to the half elf.
"Prepare my passage through." Vanzer twirled his scythe as he stood before the portals. Three portals, each with a different image. Two were bright and barren, one was dark. It flickered, as it was not fully materialized yet.
The magi trembled slightly. "Is it truly wise to go in alone?"
Vanzer growled and knocked the man aside. "Wisdom is for the fools!" He grinned wildly. "Ahaha, one of my brothers is dead! Time to take this into my own!" He chuckled. "Now tell them to focus on MY portal!"
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Morician's charge towards the shaman duel gave Sylstyx the moral she needed and an opening. The dark shaman turn his focus to the stampeding knight, even if only for a moment. Sylstyx cried out a draenic battle cry and charged towards him through the pain. Both her hands burst with molten fire as she grabbed hold of him and knocked him down. The pair struggled for a few minutes before Sylstyx impaled his neck with one of her horns with a guttural cry.
When the dark shaman stopped squirming, all the remaining earth elementals fell into a pile of rubble. Sylstyx sat back; which caused blood to drip down from her horn down the side of her face. As Morician approached, Sylstyx began to weave water and heal her own wounds.
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When Kersia crossed the lava bridge, one of the portal pair mages stopped their channel. They joined the fire mage and began their assault on the pandaren. Kersia blinked to avoid their casts, though one ice bolt did cut through her shoulder and left a small slice in her flesh. As Korianyth reached them, she fired off a few arrows. The mages shielded themselves with a mana barrier before breaking off. The fire mage went after Kersia, the frost mage hung back to guard the other summoners, and the arcane mage went after Korianyth.
The arcane mage attempted to through a barrage of arcane energy at the bow slinging elf. She would weave blasts, balls, missiles, barrages, and explosions of arcane energy.
The fire mage threw a large ball of fire at Kersia. Kersia tumbled out of the way, painfully searing the tip of her tail as she did so. She blinked to gain distance on the fire mage before channeling her own arcane blast at the mage. The fire mage dodged the blast, negating the damage with a spell shield. Kersia continued to try blast after blast, whittling away the mana shield of the fire mage. Each blast, each tap into the leylines, increased Kersia's power and the strength of each blast. Soon she unleashed a barrage of arcane energy at the fire mage, shattering the shield and slicing into the mage. The fire mage growled in pain, and began her own assault of fire magic. She manipulated the magical energies around Kerisa, causing an explosion that Kersia barely could avoid. Kersia's robes still caught fire, which the fire mage used to strengthen her own spells. A bolt of fire energy flared from the smoldering spot on Kersia's robes and burning into her already wounded shoulder.
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From the current portal, another mage appeared. This one was only visible for a second, before vanishing. He reappeared on the other side of the shrinking lava moat and glanced around what remained of the battle field. Draenei and mounted human, unconscious elf, elf and dragon in the sky, and a man seemingly alone ((Not sure if Synthara is stealthed)). The mage grinned and darted towards the easy target. If he could kill one member of the pandaren's party, it would put him in Vinarion's good graces. Eager to move up in the world, the young mage readied a ball of fire and threw it towards Richard.
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"Master Vanzerion?" A garbed magi spoke to the half elf.
"Prepare my passage through." Vanzer twirled his scythe as he stood before the portals. Three portals, each with a different image. Two were bright and barren, one was dark. It flickered, as it was not fully materialized yet.
The magi trembled slightly. "Is it truly wise to go in alone?"
Vanzer growled and knocked the man aside. "Wisdom is for the fools!" He grinned wildly. "Ahaha, one of my brothers is dead! Time to take this into my own!" He chuckled. "Now tell them to focus on MY portal!"
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Morician's charge towards the shaman duel gave Sylstyx the moral she needed and an opening. The dark shaman turn his focus to the stampeding knight, even if only for a moment. Sylstyx cried out a draenic battle cry and charged towards him through the pain. Both her hands burst with molten fire as she grabbed hold of him and knocked him down. The pair struggled for a few minutes before Sylstyx impaled his neck with one of her horns with a guttural cry.
When the dark shaman stopped squirming, all the remaining earth elementals fell into a pile of rubble. Sylstyx sat back; which caused blood to drip down from her horn down the side of her face. As Morician approached, Sylstyx began to weave water and heal her own wounds.
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When Kersia crossed the lava bridge, one of the portal pair mages stopped their channel. They joined the fire mage and began their assault on the pandaren. Kersia blinked to avoid their casts, though one ice bolt did cut through her shoulder and left a small slice in her flesh. As Korianyth reached them, she fired off a few arrows. The mages shielded themselves with a mana barrier before breaking off. The fire mage went after Kersia, the frost mage hung back to guard the other summoners, and the arcane mage went after Korianyth.
The arcane mage attempted to through a barrage of arcane energy at the bow slinging elf. She would weave blasts, balls, missiles, barrages, and explosions of arcane energy.
The fire mage threw a large ball of fire at Kersia. Kersia tumbled out of the way, painfully searing the tip of her tail as she did so. She blinked to gain distance on the fire mage before channeling her own arcane blast at the mage. The fire mage dodged the blast, negating the damage with a spell shield. Kersia continued to try blast after blast, whittling away the mana shield of the fire mage. Each blast, each tap into the leylines, increased Kersia's power and the strength of each blast. Soon she unleashed a barrage of arcane energy at the fire mage, shattering the shield and slicing into the mage. The fire mage growled in pain, and began her own assault of fire magic. She manipulated the magical energies around Kerisa, causing an explosion that Kersia barely could avoid. Kersia's robes still caught fire, which the fire mage used to strengthen her own spells. A bolt of fire energy flared from the smoldering spot on Kersia's robes and burning into her already wounded shoulder.
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From the current portal, another mage appeared. This one was only visible for a second, before vanishing. He reappeared on the other side of the shrinking lava moat and glanced around what remained of the battle field. Draenei and mounted human, unconscious elf, elf and dragon in the sky, and a man seemingly alone ((Not sure if Synthara is stealthed)). The mage grinned and darted towards the easy target. If he could kill one member of the pandaren's party, it would put him in Vinarion's good graces. Eager to move up in the world, the young mage readied a ball of fire and threw it towards Richard.
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Vynianyx paused as the young tauren sounded like he said something about rest, and offered her a drink. Vyn took the drink so as not to offend the youth, but her heart still raced to get back to her allies. Then a rather large tauren approached, and spoke in common.
"Well look who is awake."
Vyn's guard immediately went up. Though she was hardly one to dabble in the tedious Alliance versus Horde nonsense of the war, that did not mean every Horde member felt the same way about her. She was more relaxed around her own kind, druids, of all walks of life, than a random, common speaking tauren. He went on to introduce himself. Interesting name... Vyn mused as he shared a name with the tauren Chieftain. However, names are selected for many reasons, often times to honor the one the name originated.
"Why I am here?" Vyn glanced off in the horizon. She felt the dream balk at the nightmare, and knew Torin needed aide. "A friend was kidnapped and my party seeks to rescue her." She cursed her own grace, as she wished to simply take to the sky and return. "Now I must be going swiftly. I fear my allies need my help, we were right in the middle of combat when your bird grabbed me." She regarded the gathered tauren. "Do you wish anything else?"
"Well look who is awake."
Vyn's guard immediately went up. Though she was hardly one to dabble in the tedious Alliance versus Horde nonsense of the war, that did not mean every Horde member felt the same way about her. She was more relaxed around her own kind, druids, of all walks of life, than a random, common speaking tauren. He went on to introduce himself. Interesting name... Vyn mused as he shared a name with the tauren Chieftain. However, names are selected for many reasons, often times to honor the one the name originated.
"Why I am here?" Vyn glanced off in the horizon. She felt the dream balk at the nightmare, and knew Torin needed aide. "A friend was kidnapped and my party seeks to rescue her." She cursed her own grace, as she wished to simply take to the sky and return. "Now I must be going swiftly. I fear my allies need my help, we were right in the middle of combat when your bird grabbed me." She regarded the gathered tauren. "Do you wish anything else?"
- Draconyxion -
As the young drake died Draconyxion's draconian form began changing and returning to his Dwarven shape. Thankfully the entirety of his being was hidden below ground so as to not arise suspicion from the others in the group. Once the dying black vanished below the shifting earth it started to break away from the cliff face and plummet to the magma below. There it bobbed for a few seconds before the intense heat and current overtook it and it was swallowed.
Draco started a hefty climb back to the top of the cliff and emerged from the side with a Dwarven huff from his lungs. For a few moments he lay on his back trying to catch his breath. It was not easy what he did and making sure none of his allies got caught in his little trick. But as he looked over the edge it appeared to have worked. Those not in the know may see his exhaustion as simply him trying to climb back up. However the truth was it had been a bit more than that.
Realizing he was still in the heat of battle the Dwarf climbed back to his feet as his claws scratched at the soil under him. Looking around he could see several of the cultists were dead and he could smell blood in the air. He did not seem to be injured himself though he was covered in dirt and ash from current events as they staining his beard and armor. Draco saw that one of his allies, the Green guised as an Elf was laying on the ground seemingly unresponsive. He rushed over to him to check his vitals and make sure he'd not been slain.
As the young drake died Draconyxion's draconian form began changing and returning to his Dwarven shape. Thankfully the entirety of his being was hidden below ground so as to not arise suspicion from the others in the group. Once the dying black vanished below the shifting earth it started to break away from the cliff face and plummet to the magma below. There it bobbed for a few seconds before the intense heat and current overtook it and it was swallowed.
Draco started a hefty climb back to the top of the cliff and emerged from the side with a Dwarven huff from his lungs. For a few moments he lay on his back trying to catch his breath. It was not easy what he did and making sure none of his allies got caught in his little trick. But as he looked over the edge it appeared to have worked. Those not in the know may see his exhaustion as simply him trying to climb back up. However the truth was it had been a bit more than that.
Realizing he was still in the heat of battle the Dwarf climbed back to his feet as his claws scratched at the soil under him. Looking around he could see several of the cultists were dead and he could smell blood in the air. He did not seem to be injured himself though he was covered in dirt and ash from current events as they staining his beard and armor. Draco saw that one of his allies, the Green guised as an Elf was laying on the ground seemingly unresponsive. He rushed over to him to check his vitals and make sure he'd not been slain.
A flaming ball was headed towards Richard and fast. "Why is it I always end up on the wrong side of fire!?" Richard wailed as the barely dodged the thing. "You know if that hit me I'd be out of clothes? Then what would I wear!" He yelled out towards his attacker.
"Fine you want to throw fire, I can throw you some fire." He felt his hands warming up and soon a blast of fire shot towards his attacker, spiraling a bit erratically on the way over towards him.
"Fine you want to throw fire, I can throw you some fire." He felt his hands warming up and soon a blast of fire shot towards his attacker, spiraling a bit erratically on the way over towards him.
Kora found herself on the back of a very angry drake. It rolled and roared as her hooks dug into it. In defiance, as the woman pulled herself to the drake, the drake landed with a thud on the ground. Right on top of its old rider, who was now dead under his drake. The drake continued to attempt to attack Kora on his back, before he attempted to throw his back on the ground to squish her as well.
Kora held onto her hooks, using them like a bridle as she rolled with the drake’s movements. Kora knew how the drake would eventually react, having seen many of her kind do the same when rebelling against any unwanted riders. It was a standard quick roll onto one’s back, intending to crush the victim. Just as the drake began its roll to fall on its back, Kora rolled off and using her hooks to swing to the underside of the drake. With a wicked grin, her dainty night elven hand turned into a dragon’s claw, though much smaller than it would be were she in her natural form. Still, her claw had every bit as much bite as the full sized version and she plunged it into the drake’s underside.
She grinned as she heard the drake roar in agony as she built up power in her hand, “You are too young and inexperienced. It is unfortunate that this has to be your end young one.” She extracted her hand and leaped off the drake, snapping her fingers as she rolled across the ground, the ensuing explosion sending drake bits everywhere. Kora stood up and brushed herself off, then getting annoyed at the blood she got on her clothes, “Fel, damn it! I swear on Lady Alexstrazsa whoever is leading these thugs will pay for ruining my clothes!” Of course she could just whip up fresh clothes, but in Kora’s mind that was hardly the point. “Come on out you cowards! I grow weary of fighting with your flunkies!”
Kora held onto her hooks, using them like a bridle as she rolled with the drake’s movements. Kora knew how the drake would eventually react, having seen many of her kind do the same when rebelling against any unwanted riders. It was a standard quick roll onto one’s back, intending to crush the victim. Just as the drake began its roll to fall on its back, Kora rolled off and using her hooks to swing to the underside of the drake. With a wicked grin, her dainty night elven hand turned into a dragon’s claw, though much smaller than it would be were she in her natural form. Still, her claw had every bit as much bite as the full sized version and she plunged it into the drake’s underside.
She grinned as she heard the drake roar in agony as she built up power in her hand, “You are too young and inexperienced. It is unfortunate that this has to be your end young one.” She extracted her hand and leaped off the drake, snapping her fingers as she rolled across the ground, the ensuing explosion sending drake bits everywhere. Kora stood up and brushed herself off, then getting annoyed at the blood she got on her clothes, “Fel, damn it! I swear on Lady Alexstrazsa whoever is leading these thugs will pay for ruining my clothes!” Of course she could just whip up fresh clothes, but in Kora’s mind that was hardly the point. “Come on out you cowards! I grow weary of fighting with your flunkies!”
- Brave Baine Bloodhoof -
Baine thought carefully on the Kaldorei Druid's words. If what she said held true then he did not want to keep her any longer than required to ensure her recovery. Still his vision kept him on edge and felt there was more she was not telling. He looked back at his hunting party before he addressed her again. "I do not mean any disrespect to you or your plight, but a name would be nice. Seeing as I have offered up my own." He could tell from her body language that she was in a hurry, still he had a job to do.
"I do have one request if you could indulge me a moment further." The Tauren waited until he was accompanied by several members of his party, each sporting a large spear. "Submit yourself to my custody for the time being. This way we can be sure your injuries were not more severe and get you safely back to your party."
Baine did not want to have to use force if it wasn't necessary, but his visions from nights before kept him on edge. This Kaldorei may be the key to figuring them out. He had to know for certain. He also had to be sure she was not a member of a raiding party intent on attacking Horde encampments in the area. "I hope you can understand my position. It is not often we come across Kaldorei or other alliance races This far in the Barrens whom otherwise do not have hostile motives for being here. While I have no quarrel with Kaldorei and we Tauren respect your views on nature sharing many of them. I still have a job to do. Once we get you back to them you may be free to go. On the way there I have something on a personal level I would like to discuss with you."
Baine put his fingers to his mouth and let loose a sharp whistle. This was quickly echoed by a low growl-hiss from several paces behind Vynianyx. The Tauren calmly walked past her and greeted a large armored orange raptor that had to be over 9ft tall with a body length of 15 feet from the tip of its snout to the end if its long tail. Baine nuzzled the face of the large beast before giving it a pat on the side of its head and grabbing the reigns. With a single swift motion he mounted the raptor and the pair walked over to where Baine had been previously standing.
The Tauren and raptor pair both looked down at Vynianyx, "Now.. Do we have a deal?" He asked in the most sincere tone he could manage with his deep Tauren voice; stretched out his hand to offer her a lift in the process. The rest of the Hunting party equally started gathering up their things and mounted up on several Kodos of their own. It would not be long before the whole of the encampment would be ready and on the move south towards the great divide.
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(( Going to leave it there so that you can post her responses when it is time without me directly controlling your character. A side note, during the trip Baine will discuss the dream he had, so feel free to add that in there if you choose. We should arrive near enough to see the main group but not directly interact with them for discussed reasons. ))
Baine thought carefully on the Kaldorei Druid's words. If what she said held true then he did not want to keep her any longer than required to ensure her recovery. Still his vision kept him on edge and felt there was more she was not telling. He looked back at his hunting party before he addressed her again. "I do not mean any disrespect to you or your plight, but a name would be nice. Seeing as I have offered up my own." He could tell from her body language that she was in a hurry, still he had a job to do.
"I do have one request if you could indulge me a moment further." The Tauren waited until he was accompanied by several members of his party, each sporting a large spear. "Submit yourself to my custody for the time being. This way we can be sure your injuries were not more severe and get you safely back to your party."
Baine did not want to have to use force if it wasn't necessary, but his visions from nights before kept him on edge. This Kaldorei may be the key to figuring them out. He had to know for certain. He also had to be sure she was not a member of a raiding party intent on attacking Horde encampments in the area. "I hope you can understand my position. It is not often we come across Kaldorei or other alliance races This far in the Barrens whom otherwise do not have hostile motives for being here. While I have no quarrel with Kaldorei and we Tauren respect your views on nature sharing many of them. I still have a job to do. Once we get you back to them you may be free to go. On the way there I have something on a personal level I would like to discuss with you."
Baine put his fingers to his mouth and let loose a sharp whistle. This was quickly echoed by a low growl-hiss from several paces behind Vynianyx. The Tauren calmly walked past her and greeted a large armored orange raptor that had to be over 9ft tall with a body length of 15 feet from the tip of its snout to the end if its long tail. Baine nuzzled the face of the large beast before giving it a pat on the side of its head and grabbing the reigns. With a single swift motion he mounted the raptor and the pair walked over to where Baine had been previously standing.
The Tauren and raptor pair both looked down at Vynianyx, "Now.. Do we have a deal?" He asked in the most sincere tone he could manage with his deep Tauren voice; stretched out his hand to offer her a lift in the process. The rest of the Hunting party equally started gathering up their things and mounted up on several Kodos of their own. It would not be long before the whole of the encampment would be ready and on the move south towards the great divide.
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(( Going to leave it there so that you can post her responses when it is time without me directly controlling your character. A side note, during the trip Baine will discuss the dream he had, so feel free to add that in there if you choose. We should arrive near enough to see the main group but not directly interact with them for discussed reasons. ))
Twisted faces looked at Torin from the darkness of his mind. In an effort to keep the nightmare out his mind completely shut down. It may not have been enough as a ting of red stained the green scape that was his unconscious mind. "Ysera... protect me." He pleaded as he felt someone checking his vitals on his physical body.
He willed himself awake, unaware of the ting of red that still lingered in the far corner of his mind.
Torin nearly sprung to his feet. His sense returned as he realized it was the disguised black dragon that had come to check on him. Perhaps this one was not corrupt like the rest of his kind. A truly corrupt one would have killed him not checked him. "Do not worry, I... am fine. For now." He said stretching his neck with a crack.
The body of the man he had fought laid still. "I fear that one has suffered worse than death. I... should find where my charge disappeared to." He said glancing around. Searching for Vyn through the dream, the same way he found her to begin with.
He risked everything by doing this but the only way to Vyn was through the Emerald Dream. He traveled through the dream, though this area was sickly looking as the lingering corruption of the nightmare still blemished it. He emerged from the dream about two dozen yards in front of where Vyn was. There were several tauren that seemed to be walking with her.
"If you would step away from my Lady. I would much prefer no one get hurt, but I will not leave without her safely at my side. I know the Tauren are a noble people, having lived and fought alongside many of them over the long years." He said standing before the hunting party. He sword remained in its sheath to show he did not wish them any ill will. Although he had doubts about what threat he would seem to be, being blindfolded and along against an entire hunting party.
(In would imagine Vyn and Baine would have had time to talk before he emerged.)
He willed himself awake, unaware of the ting of red that still lingered in the far corner of his mind.
Torin nearly sprung to his feet. His sense returned as he realized it was the disguised black dragon that had come to check on him. Perhaps this one was not corrupt like the rest of his kind. A truly corrupt one would have killed him not checked him. "Do not worry, I... am fine. For now." He said stretching his neck with a crack.
The body of the man he had fought laid still. "I fear that one has suffered worse than death. I... should find where my charge disappeared to." He said glancing around. Searching for Vyn through the dream, the same way he found her to begin with.
He risked everything by doing this but the only way to Vyn was through the Emerald Dream. He traveled through the dream, though this area was sickly looking as the lingering corruption of the nightmare still blemished it. He emerged from the dream about two dozen yards in front of where Vyn was. There were several tauren that seemed to be walking with her.
"If you would step away from my Lady. I would much prefer no one get hurt, but I will not leave without her safely at my side. I know the Tauren are a noble people, having lived and fought alongside many of them over the long years." He said standing before the hunting party. He sword remained in its sheath to show he did not wish them any ill will. Although he had doubts about what threat he would seem to be, being blindfolded and along against an entire hunting party.
(In would imagine Vyn and Baine would have had time to talk before he emerged.)