" NO, I DON'T WANT TO BE A WAITER!" RIchard shouted, jumping upwards in his bed. "Oh...right." He looked around, momentarily confused. "Right, Ratchet and looking for that missing woman." He said as his mind jogged back into its proper place.
Boy that was certainly an odd dream. He thought. There was a knock on his door. "Keep it down, you'll wake the others." A goblin grumbled from the other side before shuffling along.
Richard sighed. What was it they said, meet at dawn? He looked outside, seemed to not quite be dawn yet, though it looked like it might be getting there. "Not a moment to lose then." He said to no one in particular.
He slipped on his shoes, pants, and robe before grabbing all his belongings and heading out of the place. He gave the morning workers a nod and a smile before going to find his panther and horse. They were stabled nearby.
He walked in to there, rousing both animals from their slumbers. "We've a journey ahead of us girls, let us be quick about it. "
Synthara yawned, stretching herself before walking around, glad to be out of the place. Richard led Swiftwind to the water trough nearby for a quick drink before heading out. The horse greedily lapped at the water for quite some time.
When she was finished, Richard led her onward towards the far side of town with Synthara beside him. He couldn't quite tell but it seemed something was up ahead waiting nearby. As he got closer it seemed like the pandaren and the weird one had beaten him to the edge of town, though he didn't recall seeing either of them up and about. He wondered how long they had been awake.
He trudged forward, his feet crunching the dry prairie grass. "Good morning." He said. "And indeed it is quite a good morning to begin travel. The winds are quiet, the air cool, and not much foot traffic. "
Torin had retired not long after the others. Although he didn't need to rest in the physical world. He entered the dream to sleep. Come dawn he reemerged with a steed made of wood vines and leaves. It was a spirit of the forest given the shape of a stag. Not the most inconspicuous creature, but there were stranger walks on life on Azeroth.
Torin lead the noble beast to the gates where he saw Kersia waiting for them. He held a hand up in greeting as he approached. "Good morning to you Kersia." He said as he joined her and waited for the others. Something had him on edge. A malevolence seeped through this part of the dream, originating from the other growth in the southern barrens.
Torin lead the noble beast to the gates where he saw Kersia waiting for them. He held a hand up in greeting as he approached. "Good morning to you Kersia." He said as he joined her and waited for the others. Something had him on edge. A malevolence seeped through this part of the dream, originating from the other growth in the southern barrens.
- Draconyxion -
Draco, like the others, had taken the time after their ship made port to rest and recover from the recent events. Though he was none too sure if anyone had noticed his actions but he did not care if they had. When he'd departed the vessel the Dwarf dropped to his knees before trying to hug and kiss the ground. It has felt like ages since they were together and he bathed in the warm feeling of Azeroth's rich soil. Ironically perhaps since they had arrived in Ratchet that was located on the coast of the Barrens and Durotar. Not well known for being capable of growing anything there was an abundance of land and the Dwarf could feel her call as it rejuvenated him in a way no ale or Priest magic could.
...
With the raise of the Moring sun, Draco rose from his bunk and looked out over the landscape. Retrieving his gear he dressed in his Ebon scale armor and tested his claws. As he flexed his hands his claws radiated intense heat and started to glow like an ash poker freshly retrieved from a blazing furnace. His strength has been fully restored over the night's rest. it was too bad them pirates were not around now as he would give them a grand ol' send off. One he wished he could have done out at sea.
Draco took one more look at his claws before they cooled and returned to his normal Dwarven hands. He then grabbed the rest of his gear as he got dressed for the days events. It did not take him long after to meet up with the others at the designated meeting location. It would appear several had already arrived before him. There was a new appearance as well. Another Night Elf much like Vyn that the Dwarf did not remember seeing in their battle upon the two ships.
Draco looked over towards the more recognizable members of the party and gave them a nod and a wave of greeting. "Morning to the lot of ya. Will we be departing soon as to get a head start on the bad guys?" He really had not idea what he was saying but it seemed legit. It had been some time since he'd hunted and having skipped breakfast his stomach started to boil over with anger at the empty space within.
Draco, like the others, had taken the time after their ship made port to rest and recover from the recent events. Though he was none too sure if anyone had noticed his actions but he did not care if they had. When he'd departed the vessel the Dwarf dropped to his knees before trying to hug and kiss the ground. It has felt like ages since they were together and he bathed in the warm feeling of Azeroth's rich soil. Ironically perhaps since they had arrived in Ratchet that was located on the coast of the Barrens and Durotar. Not well known for being capable of growing anything there was an abundance of land and the Dwarf could feel her call as it rejuvenated him in a way no ale or Priest magic could.
...
With the raise of the Moring sun, Draco rose from his bunk and looked out over the landscape. Retrieving his gear he dressed in his Ebon scale armor and tested his claws. As he flexed his hands his claws radiated intense heat and started to glow like an ash poker freshly retrieved from a blazing furnace. His strength has been fully restored over the night's rest. it was too bad them pirates were not around now as he would give them a grand ol' send off. One he wished he could have done out at sea.
Draco took one more look at his claws before they cooled and returned to his normal Dwarven hands. He then grabbed the rest of his gear as he got dressed for the days events. It did not take him long after to meet up with the others at the designated meeting location. It would appear several had already arrived before him. There was a new appearance as well. Another Night Elf much like Vyn that the Dwarf did not remember seeing in their battle upon the two ships.
Draco looked over towards the more recognizable members of the party and gave them a nod and a wave of greeting. "Morning to the lot of ya. Will we be departing soon as to get a head start on the bad guys?" He really had not idea what he was saying but it seemed legit. It had been some time since he'd hunted and having skipped breakfast his stomach started to boil over with anger at the empty space within.
After a long moment the pandaren woman sighed and spoke. "Well, our opponents could be fierce. My friend and I were looking into a cult, and then she was taken. If you are okay with going up against an unknown cult... then welcome aboard. Just know I'll have an eye on you if your intentions turn less than noble. There is coin for you when we make it to the end."
âYou have my thanks.â Kori responded with a bow, though the woman already seemed somewhat lost in thought. The pandaren turned and spoke to a rather peculiar looking woman who seemed to have a bit of trouble talking. They briefly discussed a person named Mortre, presumably the kidnapped friend, and the possibility of her children being her captors.
Culstists and family feuds⌠The huntress frowned as she listened. So far it would seem her instincts were paying off. This was no mundane quest, that was already apparent.
"If our villainous cult is indeed a collection of Mortre's children and their followers, this mission is just going to be that much harder." The pandaren looked at those gathered as she spoke. "And we need to be that much faster at reaching her. Make sure you are well rested and supplied. We'll leave at dawn and head south towards Tenaris."
Shortly afterwards, the mage stood up and retired for the night alongside her unusual companion. Slowly, the group trickled away to sleep for the night, and Korianyth also departed. She returned outdoors to Nyla beneath the acacia tree, favouring the seaside cliff to the stuffy Inn. As she lay herself along the flank of her loyal companion she mulled over the recent happenings and drifted into a restful sleep.
~*~
As the sun rose, so did Kori. Brushing stray hairs from her eyes and taking a deep breath of salty seaside air, she stood and shook the sleep from her body. Behind her Nyla also stirred, letting out a deep feral growl and stretching with her jaws open wide. Nothing had been foolish enough to trouble the two during the night, and the huntress quickly gathered her supplies and fitted them to the saddle of her mount. She slung on her shortbow and polearm and checked the various knives strapped to her armor as she led Nyla to the entrance of the city, where many of the others had already gathered.
âGreetings again, companions.â The huntress waved as she approached, and retrieved some dried fruits and nuts from her supplies for a quick breakfast. âIt occurred to me last night that I wasnât able to learn many names during our first brief meeting. Aside from yours⌠Sterixia?â She nodded her head towards the cloaked woman standing beside the pandaren.
âAny quick introductions at some point soon would be appreciated, lest I be forced to come up with my own nicknames for you all. Once again, I am Korianyth.â She finished with a slight grin and a slight bow, glancing briefly at a darkly-clad dwarf she did not remember seeing earlier as he joined the group.
âYou have my thanks.â Kori responded with a bow, though the woman already seemed somewhat lost in thought. The pandaren turned and spoke to a rather peculiar looking woman who seemed to have a bit of trouble talking. They briefly discussed a person named Mortre, presumably the kidnapped friend, and the possibility of her children being her captors.
Culstists and family feuds⌠The huntress frowned as she listened. So far it would seem her instincts were paying off. This was no mundane quest, that was already apparent.
"If our villainous cult is indeed a collection of Mortre's children and their followers, this mission is just going to be that much harder." The pandaren looked at those gathered as she spoke. "And we need to be that much faster at reaching her. Make sure you are well rested and supplied. We'll leave at dawn and head south towards Tenaris."
Shortly afterwards, the mage stood up and retired for the night alongside her unusual companion. Slowly, the group trickled away to sleep for the night, and Korianyth also departed. She returned outdoors to Nyla beneath the acacia tree, favouring the seaside cliff to the stuffy Inn. As she lay herself along the flank of her loyal companion she mulled over the recent happenings and drifted into a restful sleep.
~*~
As the sun rose, so did Kori. Brushing stray hairs from her eyes and taking a deep breath of salty seaside air, she stood and shook the sleep from her body. Behind her Nyla also stirred, letting out a deep feral growl and stretching with her jaws open wide. Nothing had been foolish enough to trouble the two during the night, and the huntress quickly gathered her supplies and fitted them to the saddle of her mount. She slung on her shortbow and polearm and checked the various knives strapped to her armor as she led Nyla to the entrance of the city, where many of the others had already gathered.
âGreetings again, companions.â The huntress waved as she approached, and retrieved some dried fruits and nuts from her supplies for a quick breakfast. âIt occurred to me last night that I wasnât able to learn many names during our first brief meeting. Aside from yours⌠Sterixia?â She nodded her head towards the cloaked woman standing beside the pandaren.
âAny quick introductions at some point soon would be appreciated, lest I be forced to come up with my own nicknames for you all. Once again, I am Korianyth.â She finished with a slight grin and a slight bow, glancing briefly at a darkly-clad dwarf she did not remember seeing earlier as he joined the group.
The early rays of dawn found Morician at the side of his trusty steed, checking the fit of the harnessing and cleaning her hooves in addition to slipping her an occasional treat. After completing the various cleaning rituals and ensuring he was ready to depart, he heaved himself up into the saddle and started for the docks.
It seemed, perhaps, that he had taken longer than he had planned getting ready...or everyone else was just an earlier riser, given that most everyone seemed to already be at the docks. He tipped a polite nod of greeting, before prodding Steel to stand more at a spot near the back of the group.
He peered out from under his hood at the woman for a moment, before glancing around at the others to see if anyone else would answer her. As he recalled from the night before, the night elf was a new addition to the party, though he wasn't keen on being the first one to introduce himself. Still...someone had to start, and in a lot of ways it was best to get the socializing out of the way sooner rather than later.
After a few minutes he finally spoke up in response to the question. "I would be Morician Blackborne," he stated rather bluntly, before falling silent once more.
It seemed, perhaps, that he had taken longer than he had planned getting ready...or everyone else was just an earlier riser, given that most everyone seemed to already be at the docks. He tipped a polite nod of greeting, before prodding Steel to stand more at a spot near the back of the group.
12/09/2016 12:04 PMPosted by SheikaihâGreetings again, companions.â The huntress waved as she approached, and retrieved some dried fruits and nuts from her supplies for a quick breakfast. âIt occurred to me last night that I wasnât able to learn many names during our first brief meeting. Aside from yours⌠Sterixia?â She nodded her head towards the cloaked woman standing beside the pandaren.
âAny quick introductions at some point soon would be appreciated, lest I be forced to come up with my own nicknames for you all. Once again, I am Korianyth.â She finished with a slight grin and a slight bow, glancing briefly at a darkly-clad dwarf she did not remember seeing earlier as he joined the group.
He peered out from under his hood at the woman for a moment, before glancing around at the others to see if anyone else would answer her. As he recalled from the night before, the night elf was a new addition to the party, though he wasn't keen on being the first one to introduce himself. Still...someone had to start, and in a lot of ways it was best to get the socializing out of the way sooner rather than later.
After a few minutes he finally spoke up in response to the question. "I would be Morician Blackborne," he stated rather bluntly, before falling silent once more.
- Draconyxion -
Draco watch the lass intently as she came up to the group and proceeded to address the lot of them and the offering up her name of Korianyth. Then Morican having arrived on his steed of choice piped in as the first to reciprocate her greeting. Ever the Gentleman even in undeath. Draco thought to himself.
"I am Draconyxion. No Last name, never saw the need. Most find it hard to pronounce so they simply Call me Draco. It is Faster and to the point." The Dwarf smiled as he cleaned his dagger with a cloth from a pouch on his belt before retuning it. "You may do the same if you so desire."
Draco looked towards the rising sun and then back to their leader. "The Day waits for no one and I suspect our would be captors fall into the same logic. If we want to catch them early we best make space between here and there."
Draco watch the lass intently as she came up to the group and proceeded to address the lot of them and the offering up her name of Korianyth. Then Morican having arrived on his steed of choice piped in as the first to reciprocate her greeting. Ever the Gentleman even in undeath. Draco thought to himself.
"I am Draconyxion. No Last name, never saw the need. Most find it hard to pronounce so they simply Call me Draco. It is Faster and to the point." The Dwarf smiled as he cleaned his dagger with a cloth from a pouch on his belt before retuning it. "You may do the same if you so desire."
Draco looked towards the rising sun and then back to their leader. "The Day waits for no one and I suspect our would be captors fall into the same logic. If we want to catch them early we best make space between here and there."
Kersia smiled as others began to form up where she waited. "Good morning." Richard appeared to be in a pleasant traveling mood. And indeed it is quite a good morning to begin travel. The winds are quiet, the air cool, and not much foot traffic."
Kersia grinned and nodded in agreement. "Yes, my hope is the day remains as beautiful as out start. I am hoping to reach Thousand Needles by nightfall."
The elfish green approached, a plant made stag close behind him. "Good morning to you Kersia."
Draco then approached, "Morning to the lot of ya. Will we be departing sooon as to get a head start on the bad guys?" The dwarf seemed a touch out of tune, and Kersia looked him over quizically. Given the circumstances, she was weary of him. Though, she was weary of everyone until she got Mortre back safely. But the dwarf was a special case of weary.
"Once we are all gathered, that is the plan." Kersia stated, the grin she had was now more fake than before. Still, he had thus proven to be trustworthy, and an ally.
"Greetings again, companions." Korianyth, the newcomer, had approached. Kersia half thought she wouldn't show, that her impulse to join was simply a passing impulse. She was a little amused that the woman was now there. "It occurered to me that I wasn't able to learn many names during our first brief meeting. Aside from yours... Sterixia." Sterixia beemed and clapped her hands together, excited to be remembered. Korianyth continued; "Any quick introductions at some point soon would be appreciated, lest I be forced to come up with my own nicknames for you all. Once again, I am Korianyth." She did a slight bow.
Morician had arrived at this point, and was one of the first to introduce himself to her. Others followed suite.
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Vynianyx and Sylstyx had retired from the table shortly after Kersia and Sterixia. Vyn awoke before Sylstyx and stretched. She slowly rubbed each eye with a paw. Even as Vyn started living outside of the wilds and the dream, she still found great comfort in sleeping as a saber. Sylstyx, on the other hand, looked like she got in a fight with the bed as she snored away. Vyn chuckled a rather airy cat laugh as she looked over her roomate. She pawed at Sylstyx's tail, an attempt to lightly wake the shaman. It backfired, as Sylstyx awoke with a start and kicked Vyn in the face.
Vyn was still rubbing the hoof shaped bruise on her cheek as the pair reached Kersia, their mounts tailing behind them. Others had already gathered around as everyone had prepared to set off. The woman, Korianyth, had asked for introductions, and some were already intertaining the request. Once able to speak with out interrupting, Vyn went to introduce herself and Sylstyx. "I don't remember if I properly introduced myself last night. Vynianyx of the Avengers of Hyjal, and the draenei to my right is Sylstyx." Sylstyx nodded as if to confirm Vynianyx's statement.
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Kersia smiled as the pair joined them finally. "Alright, well, I am Kersia, if I was not clear before. A close friend was kidnapped, and my best guess is her offspring did it." She glanced back around the group. "Mortre is not weak, and I had wondered how she could be so easily taken. It would have to be done by someone who knows her, who she knows, and few people on Azeroth truly know her." Kersia sighed. "So, my best guess is her offspring did it. I don't know how they survived the..." Kersia frowned for a moment. "The attack on Gilneas, but they did. And now they are part of some strange cult, and my assumption is that they need Mortre for something, or want her in the cult as well."
Kersia rubbed her temples for a moment before she turned towards the exit of town. "Well, regardless of who or why, we should be off. I assume this is everyone continuing. Those left behind can catch up or go about their lives, but we've wasted enough time here." She closed the saddle bag on her talbuk and pulled herself on. "Let's move." She called, as she lead the talbuk out of Rachet and down the path.
Kersia would lead the group west towards Crossroads, but turn south off the path about half way through and lead them towards the Great Divide and the eastern mountains of the South Barrens.
Sylstyx mounted up. Vynianyx glanced around, noting that the dwarf appeared mountless. If fact, Vyn failed to recall ever seeing him with a riding beast. "If anyone would like a lift, Illuria has space. She is powerful and can be moody, but should stay in line fine." She was more pointedly speaking at the dwarf, but figured it couldn't hurt to offer an open invitation. She waited a few moments for any takers.
Should someone take her offer, she would aide them in getting on the hippogryph's back and would hand them the reins, before shifting into a stag and following Kersia. If there were no takers, she would simply hop on Illuria herself.
Kersia grinned and nodded in agreement. "Yes, my hope is the day remains as beautiful as out start. I am hoping to reach Thousand Needles by nightfall."
The elfish green approached, a plant made stag close behind him. "Good morning to you Kersia."
Draco then approached, "Morning to the lot of ya. Will we be departing sooon as to get a head start on the bad guys?" The dwarf seemed a touch out of tune, and Kersia looked him over quizically. Given the circumstances, she was weary of him. Though, she was weary of everyone until she got Mortre back safely. But the dwarf was a special case of weary.
"Once we are all gathered, that is the plan." Kersia stated, the grin she had was now more fake than before. Still, he had thus proven to be trustworthy, and an ally.
"Greetings again, companions." Korianyth, the newcomer, had approached. Kersia half thought she wouldn't show, that her impulse to join was simply a passing impulse. She was a little amused that the woman was now there. "It occurered to me that I wasn't able to learn many names during our first brief meeting. Aside from yours... Sterixia." Sterixia beemed and clapped her hands together, excited to be remembered. Korianyth continued; "Any quick introductions at some point soon would be appreciated, lest I be forced to come up with my own nicknames for you all. Once again, I am Korianyth." She did a slight bow.
Morician had arrived at this point, and was one of the first to introduce himself to her. Others followed suite.
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Vynianyx and Sylstyx had retired from the table shortly after Kersia and Sterixia. Vyn awoke before Sylstyx and stretched. She slowly rubbed each eye with a paw. Even as Vyn started living outside of the wilds and the dream, she still found great comfort in sleeping as a saber. Sylstyx, on the other hand, looked like she got in a fight with the bed as she snored away. Vyn chuckled a rather airy cat laugh as she looked over her roomate. She pawed at Sylstyx's tail, an attempt to lightly wake the shaman. It backfired, as Sylstyx awoke with a start and kicked Vyn in the face.
Vyn was still rubbing the hoof shaped bruise on her cheek as the pair reached Kersia, their mounts tailing behind them. Others had already gathered around as everyone had prepared to set off. The woman, Korianyth, had asked for introductions, and some were already intertaining the request. Once able to speak with out interrupting, Vyn went to introduce herself and Sylstyx. "I don't remember if I properly introduced myself last night. Vynianyx of the Avengers of Hyjal, and the draenei to my right is Sylstyx." Sylstyx nodded as if to confirm Vynianyx's statement.
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Kersia smiled as the pair joined them finally. "Alright, well, I am Kersia, if I was not clear before. A close friend was kidnapped, and my best guess is her offspring did it." She glanced back around the group. "Mortre is not weak, and I had wondered how she could be so easily taken. It would have to be done by someone who knows her, who she knows, and few people on Azeroth truly know her." Kersia sighed. "So, my best guess is her offspring did it. I don't know how they survived the..." Kersia frowned for a moment. "The attack on Gilneas, but they did. And now they are part of some strange cult, and my assumption is that they need Mortre for something, or want her in the cult as well."
Kersia rubbed her temples for a moment before she turned towards the exit of town. "Well, regardless of who or why, we should be off. I assume this is everyone continuing. Those left behind can catch up or go about their lives, but we've wasted enough time here." She closed the saddle bag on her talbuk and pulled herself on. "Let's move." She called, as she lead the talbuk out of Rachet and down the path.
Kersia would lead the group west towards Crossroads, but turn south off the path about half way through and lead them towards the Great Divide and the eastern mountains of the South Barrens.
Sylstyx mounted up. Vynianyx glanced around, noting that the dwarf appeared mountless. If fact, Vyn failed to recall ever seeing him with a riding beast. "If anyone would like a lift, Illuria has space. She is powerful and can be moody, but should stay in line fine." She was more pointedly speaking at the dwarf, but figured it couldn't hurt to offer an open invitation. She waited a few moments for any takers.
Should someone take her offer, she would aide them in getting on the hippogryph's back and would hand them the reins, before shifting into a stag and following Kersia. If there were no takers, she would simply hop on Illuria herself.
A newcomer had seemingly been picked up in Ratchet. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Richard Parker but most people call me Parker." He said. Kerisa then went on about who she thinks took Mortre, her offspring. Odd how she referred to them as offspring and not, well, kids or children. Maybe pandaren were different that way or maybe she was being formal. He just didn't know.
However, It seemed Kerisa had no time to dawdle on that as she called for them to move. Richard got onto the saddle of Swiftwind and followed near the tail end of the group. Synthara strode beside him. "You know.." He said. "I'd suggest a game of I spy, but considering this is the Barrens I don't think we'll be spying much but dry grass and Zhevra droppings." He chuckled to himself afterward.
However, It seemed Kerisa had no time to dawdle on that as she called for them to move. Richard got onto the saddle of Swiftwind and followed near the tail end of the group. Synthara strode beside him. "You know.." He said. "I'd suggest a game of I spy, but considering this is the Barrens I don't think we'll be spying much but dry grass and Zhevra droppings." He chuckled to himself afterward.
Kora, didnât have much to do in town and she usually went several days without sleep, but she had expended quite a bit of magic in the fight with the pirates and she needed to rest to regain it. However, she didnât wish to stay in a town filled with goblins, she didnât hate the creatures, but their general personalities and greed made her rather wary of them. Kora yawns as she looks around and seeing no one releases her wings from her back and fluttered up to a small ledge outside of Ratchet. She set up several wards, including one of illusion so people would see nothing but the ledge.
Kora leaned against the cliff face with a yawn, she had partly hoped she would be jumped by whoever was trying to stop them, but she supposed it was better she hadnât. She closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.
The dragoness awoke as the sun crested the sea and stretched. She cast a minor spell of levitation as she stepped off the ledge and moved to join everyone. She wasnât in a very talkative mood in the morning, so she simply flashed a brilliant smile and waved to the group in greeting. She followed Kersia away from Ratchet wondering what new obstacles would be put in their path.
Kora leaned against the cliff face with a yawn, she had partly hoped she would be jumped by whoever was trying to stop them, but she supposed it was better she hadnât. She closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.
The dragoness awoke as the sun crested the sea and stretched. She cast a minor spell of levitation as she stepped off the ledge and moved to join everyone. She wasnât in a very talkative mood in the morning, so she simply flashed a brilliant smile and waved to the group in greeting. She followed Kersia away from Ratchet wondering what new obstacles would be put in their path.
Morician eased his way in towards the back of the group once they had finally begun moving once again. After all, someone needed to be helping cover their backs, not to mention that he didn't really know exactly where they were going either. Better to let those more familiar with the terrain go first. Additionally, hanging towards the back let him have time to himself to think, and think he did as he kept an eye out for signs of trouble.
Kersia smiled as she saw the scar in the distance. It did not take them long to close in on the Great Divide, and the trip there was relatively event free. Approaching the divide cause Kersia to visibly become somber as a shiver went through her. A remnant of what happens to those that become corrupt. Kersia felt a forboding fear as she looked over the divide, a fear that who ever took Mortre was slowly corrupting her, a fear that Mortre could do as her aspect had done, a fear that she would have to cut Mortre down.
"Hmmm." Kersia looked over the divide's edge at the molten area's below. They needed to cross quickly, but there wasn't a grand bridge. "Surely the traders must cross somewhere." She mumbled, half to herself. She scanned the gap and spotted what she was looking for. A makeshift wooden bridge, just sturdy enough for a wagon to cross.
"Alright." She called, "Let's keep moving." Kersia began to make her way towards the makeshift bridge. She stopped suddenly, sensing something. Seconds later, flames scorched the landscape, and the bridge. A roar drew her eyes to the sky, where she saw a pair of black scaled drakes, each with a rider garbed in black robes.
"You have to pay the toll!" shouted one of the riders. His hands glowed a faint yellow as the earth a few paces away heaved. The ground parted and six warriors, garbed in black armor made of dragon scales, came rushing out. Behind them were four garbed in mage robes. The four mages broke into pairs and began casting what appeared to be a summoning spell.
4 of the warriors charged towards the group, while two remained behind to protect the summoners. One of the drakes also landed to protect the summoners, while the other dove towards the group, singling out the familiar scent of molten rock and aiming towards Draco.
"Hmmm." Kersia looked over the divide's edge at the molten area's below. They needed to cross quickly, but there wasn't a grand bridge. "Surely the traders must cross somewhere." She mumbled, half to herself. She scanned the gap and spotted what she was looking for. A makeshift wooden bridge, just sturdy enough for a wagon to cross.
"Alright." She called, "Let's keep moving." Kersia began to make her way towards the makeshift bridge. She stopped suddenly, sensing something. Seconds later, flames scorched the landscape, and the bridge. A roar drew her eyes to the sky, where she saw a pair of black scaled drakes, each with a rider garbed in black robes.
"You have to pay the toll!" shouted one of the riders. His hands glowed a faint yellow as the earth a few paces away heaved. The ground parted and six warriors, garbed in black armor made of dragon scales, came rushing out. Behind them were four garbed in mage robes. The four mages broke into pairs and began casting what appeared to be a summoning spell.
4 of the warriors charged towards the group, while two remained behind to protect the summoners. One of the drakes also landed to protect the summoners, while the other dove towards the group, singling out the familiar scent of molten rock and aiming towards Draco.
One by one, Koriâs new companions introduced themselves to her. She bowed politely at each in turn and did her best to remember their names. The dwarf was a strange one for sure. How can one âsee no needâ for a last name, exactly? She had met stranger folk in her time though, so she didnât dwell on his unusual introduction. Instead she focused on Kersiaâs ominous thoughts, which she voiced before the group began their journey. The huntress couldnât help but find her usage of the word âoffspringâ a little out of place. Perhaps it was a Pandaren thing.
Just as they started to leave a rather flashy looking kaldorei woman with obvious magical abilities joined the group, presumably the final member of the party. Following the group towards the middle, Korianyth assessed the party. Three mages, two druids, a shaman, and the dwarf who seemed to be some sort of warrior. Then there was the knight. With his massive plate armor, runed weapon, and unmistakable aura of death, he was certainly a death knight. Though not a fan of his kind, Kori would keep an open mind as the group was certainly lacking in a solid front line. Though she supposed that depended on the druids. Having worked closely with the Cenarion Circle for many years, she knew those two could fulfill very versatile roles on the battlefield.
As she contemplated her role in the party, she admired the unique scenery of the savannah while the group made steady progress southward. It was an uneventful journey. Before long an acrid sulphuric scent assaulted her nostrils, and she looked on the horizon to see the great cataclysmic rift scarring the landscape ahead. They had arrived at the Great Divide and now they would need to find a way to cross. At the front of the company Kersia quickly located a nearby bridge.
"Alright." She called, "Let's keep moving." The pandaren began to make her way towards the makeshift bridge. Beneath her, Kori felt a shiver travel down Nylaâs spine. The saber growled deep in her throat. The huntress unslung her polearm without hesitation, and rapidly scanned the area around the group. Suddenly an explosive blast of flames seared the landscape nearby and destroyed the bridge. Korianyth dismounted Nyla smoothly as their black-garbed assailants descended upon their ebony drakes and poured forth from the earth itself. OffspringâŚ
âGo, Nyla.â The huntress commanded calmly, and the saber backed away with conflicted eyes. Beneath her cool exterior, the kaldoreiâs heart pounded. Somehow, they faced the black dragonflight. âWhen you mentioned a cult, I canât say I expected this, Kersia.â She called to the mage impassively.
Kori analyzed the foes before them, paying particular attention to the rituals. This was a coordinated and deadly ambush. They needed to get to those casters, and fast. Since she was leagues faster than that knight or the dwarf, the huntress decided it would be best if she dove ahead. The mages could follow and have her protection from the soldiers and drake, and interrupt the enemy spellcasters. At least, thatâs what might happen. She didnât work with mages often.
With no further hesitation, Kori unslung her bow and quickly nocked an arrow. âWe must interrupt the rituals!â She called, firing an arrow at the right pair of casters. It bounced harmlessly off some sort of invisible barrier, which was about as much as she expected. Twirling her polearm, she charged forward with long agile strides.
The four warriors charging towards her shifted their stances and slowed as she approached, holding their weapons with a practiced confidence. They were clearly experienced and skilled combatants. Still, Kori had faith in her peerless agility. As she drew close to them, her left hand whipped back and forth, and two daggers flashed in her foes direction. One of the warriors deflected a blade off his heavy gantlets, while the one furthest to the right quickly staggered out of the way, throwing himself off balance. Korianyth allowed a grin to crack her stoic mask.
With incredible power, Korianyth launched herself towards him and feinted a strike towards his head. He raised his weapon to block her attack, but it never came as she suddenly spun and parried the blade of another warrior with the haft of her weapon. Kicking a cloud of sand and dirt towards him, the huntress twirled out of reach like a dancer and dashed towards the right pair of casters. She met the black drakeâs cold gaze as she charged, and hoped her allies were engaging the enemy and not leaving her to be surrounded.
Just as they started to leave a rather flashy looking kaldorei woman with obvious magical abilities joined the group, presumably the final member of the party. Following the group towards the middle, Korianyth assessed the party. Three mages, two druids, a shaman, and the dwarf who seemed to be some sort of warrior. Then there was the knight. With his massive plate armor, runed weapon, and unmistakable aura of death, he was certainly a death knight. Though not a fan of his kind, Kori would keep an open mind as the group was certainly lacking in a solid front line. Though she supposed that depended on the druids. Having worked closely with the Cenarion Circle for many years, she knew those two could fulfill very versatile roles on the battlefield.
As she contemplated her role in the party, she admired the unique scenery of the savannah while the group made steady progress southward. It was an uneventful journey. Before long an acrid sulphuric scent assaulted her nostrils, and she looked on the horizon to see the great cataclysmic rift scarring the landscape ahead. They had arrived at the Great Divide and now they would need to find a way to cross. At the front of the company Kersia quickly located a nearby bridge.
"Alright." She called, "Let's keep moving." The pandaren began to make her way towards the makeshift bridge. Beneath her, Kori felt a shiver travel down Nylaâs spine. The saber growled deep in her throat. The huntress unslung her polearm without hesitation, and rapidly scanned the area around the group. Suddenly an explosive blast of flames seared the landscape nearby and destroyed the bridge. Korianyth dismounted Nyla smoothly as their black-garbed assailants descended upon their ebony drakes and poured forth from the earth itself. OffspringâŚ
âGo, Nyla.â The huntress commanded calmly, and the saber backed away with conflicted eyes. Beneath her cool exterior, the kaldoreiâs heart pounded. Somehow, they faced the black dragonflight. âWhen you mentioned a cult, I canât say I expected this, Kersia.â She called to the mage impassively.
Kori analyzed the foes before them, paying particular attention to the rituals. This was a coordinated and deadly ambush. They needed to get to those casters, and fast. Since she was leagues faster than that knight or the dwarf, the huntress decided it would be best if she dove ahead. The mages could follow and have her protection from the soldiers and drake, and interrupt the enemy spellcasters. At least, thatâs what might happen. She didnât work with mages often.
With no further hesitation, Kori unslung her bow and quickly nocked an arrow. âWe must interrupt the rituals!â She called, firing an arrow at the right pair of casters. It bounced harmlessly off some sort of invisible barrier, which was about as much as she expected. Twirling her polearm, she charged forward with long agile strides.
The four warriors charging towards her shifted their stances and slowed as she approached, holding their weapons with a practiced confidence. They were clearly experienced and skilled combatants. Still, Kori had faith in her peerless agility. As she drew close to them, her left hand whipped back and forth, and two daggers flashed in her foes direction. One of the warriors deflected a blade off his heavy gantlets, while the one furthest to the right quickly staggered out of the way, throwing himself off balance. Korianyth allowed a grin to crack her stoic mask.
With incredible power, Korianyth launched herself towards him and feinted a strike towards his head. He raised his weapon to block her attack, but it never came as she suddenly spun and parried the blade of another warrior with the haft of her weapon. Kicking a cloud of sand and dirt towards him, the huntress twirled out of reach like a dancer and dashed towards the right pair of casters. She met the black drakeâs cold gaze as she charged, and hoped her allies were engaging the enemy and not leaving her to be surrounded.
Well, there it was. The great divide. Still a molten scared mass that practically split the Barrens in two. They had to scour for the bridge to cross, but eventually they found it. "Thank goodness.-" But of course, things were never that easy, were they? Of course not because a dragon-rider swooped down, scorching the ground and a bit of the bridge.
"HEY, WHAT GIVES!" Richard shouted out.
"Something tells me he doesn't mean with gold...." The mage sighed. "Can't even get across the barrens without having nuisances." He slid off his horse as the soldiers approached with one of the dragon-riders and that nasty black drake of his. "Funny, I could've sworn Stormwind said most of that lot was wiped out in the wars. Maybe it was just a morale booster."
Swiftwind neighed, obviously scared, and dashed off."No, horse!" He called out, but it was too late as the horse high-tailed it out of there. "Bah, I'll find her later. Just my luck to get a wimp of a horse." He drug his hands out, cracking his knuckles. He also brushed a few loose pieces of hair out of his fast. His hands began to warm up and he slung a fire-ball at the closest warrior, this one equipped with a flail of some kind.
"HEY, WHAT GIVES!" Richard shouted out.
01/03/2017 09:30 PMPosted by Kersia"You have to pay the toll!" shouted one of the riders.
"Something tells me he doesn't mean with gold...." The mage sighed. "Can't even get across the barrens without having nuisances." He slid off his horse as the soldiers approached with one of the dragon-riders and that nasty black drake of his. "Funny, I could've sworn Stormwind said most of that lot was wiped out in the wars. Maybe it was just a morale booster."
Swiftwind neighed, obviously scared, and dashed off."No, horse!" He called out, but it was too late as the horse high-tailed it out of there. "Bah, I'll find her later. Just my luck to get a wimp of a horse." He drug his hands out, cracking his knuckles. He also brushed a few loose pieces of hair out of his fast. His hands began to warm up and he slung a fire-ball at the closest warrior, this one equipped with a flail of some kind.
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Draco looked over at the large Elf when she offered her steed for someone to partake. For a while there, he was thinking that he'd have to reveal his wings and possibly his true form in order to keep up. Perhaps the Elf recognized this as she was one of the few who'd seen him in all his glory. It was no secret amongst the Dragons of the group that it would be best to not reveal themselves to the others as it could cause tensions. After what happened yesterday on the two ships, Draco was almost assured that if he sprouted similar wings to the devil in the sky it would do just that. So he piped up and gladly took Vynianyx up on her offer.
"It seems as I am without a means of keeping up so I think I would like to take that offer if you would be so kind." The Dwarf walked over to where Vyn was holding the reigns of her Hippogryph. Slowly and carefully he'd approach as to not spook the beast. It was very likely that the Hippogryph Illuria could tell he was not a normal Dwarf and may be even more jumpy for that very reason.
Accepting Vynianyx's help getting on he gripped the reigns and held on as he followed behind her.
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Soon enough the Great divide came into view and they would be crossing into the Southern Barrens. Or so Draco assumed. He knew their trip was going too well when he felt the earth tremble beneath him. "I knew this was going too well." He said as he dismounted the Hippogryph before thanking it for the lift.
When the newest arrival dismounted her large saber cat and charged into the fray Draco smiled under his long beard. "A feisty one that one is." Draco counted the number of adversaries. it looked like 6 footmen dressed in armor not unlike his own. he could not tell if they were Dragonsworn or actual cousins of his. Then there were the casters. 6 of them as well. Two pairs started work on a summoning portal and another on the back of well seasoned drakes. These were not hatchlings by any means. Easily having 50 plus years of combat experience and training.
Draco had to agree that this was just the first wave. If they did not stop whatever was being summoned this was not going to be the last. He started to quickly closed the distance between himself and their opponents. Following in the footsteps of Kori and Richard. His target was not so much the mages as the Dragons and their riders. They had the mobility and advantage that the footman did not and if they were not dealt with getting to the summoners was going to be near impossible. Thankfully one of the Drakes made his job all the easier by coming directly at him.
Draco charged forward, his core beginning to heat and radiate outward. "Hello cousin. " he'd exclaim as he was thrown into the air with the aid of a well placed earth pillar. His molten claws drawn and ready to rend flesh and tear meat from bone. The Dwarf's attack was reckless barely missing the open gape of the drake's maw as he instead came crashing into the Drake's rider and the pair tumbled to the ground in a heap.
Draco got back to his feet in time to see that his opponent already was as the earth answered his call. He could feel the soil shaking under him as several large stones came to life and formed a large Earth Elemental. "Oh you have go to be kidding me!!" Draco cried out as he lay eyes on the towering elemental. The shaman's drake overhead, realizing it had lost it's rider, recovered and was already coming around for another pass.
12/17/2016 11:02 PMPosted by MortreVynianyx glanced around, noting that the dwarf appeared mountless. If fact, Vyn failed to recall ever seeing him with a riding beast. "If anyone would like a lift, Illuria has space. She is powerful and can be moody, but should stay in line fine." She was more pointedly speaking at the dwarf, but figured it couldn't hurt to offer an open invitation. She waited a few moments for any takers.
Draco looked over at the large Elf when she offered her steed for someone to partake. For a while there, he was thinking that he'd have to reveal his wings and possibly his true form in order to keep up. Perhaps the Elf recognized this as she was one of the few who'd seen him in all his glory. It was no secret amongst the Dragons of the group that it would be best to not reveal themselves to the others as it could cause tensions. After what happened yesterday on the two ships, Draco was almost assured that if he sprouted similar wings to the devil in the sky it would do just that. So he piped up and gladly took Vynianyx up on her offer.
"It seems as I am without a means of keeping up so I think I would like to take that offer if you would be so kind." The Dwarf walked over to where Vyn was holding the reigns of her Hippogryph. Slowly and carefully he'd approach as to not spook the beast. It was very likely that the Hippogryph Illuria could tell he was not a normal Dwarf and may be even more jumpy for that very reason.
Accepting Vynianyx's help getting on he gripped the reigns and held on as he followed behind her.
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Soon enough the Great divide came into view and they would be crossing into the Southern Barrens. Or so Draco assumed. He knew their trip was going too well when he felt the earth tremble beneath him. "I knew this was going too well." He said as he dismounted the Hippogryph before thanking it for the lift.
When the newest arrival dismounted her large saber cat and charged into the fray Draco smiled under his long beard. "A feisty one that one is." Draco counted the number of adversaries. it looked like 6 footmen dressed in armor not unlike his own. he could not tell if they were Dragonsworn or actual cousins of his. Then there were the casters. 6 of them as well. Two pairs started work on a summoning portal and another on the back of well seasoned drakes. These were not hatchlings by any means. Easily having 50 plus years of combat experience and training.
Draco had to agree that this was just the first wave. If they did not stop whatever was being summoned this was not going to be the last. He started to quickly closed the distance between himself and their opponents. Following in the footsteps of Kori and Richard. His target was not so much the mages as the Dragons and their riders. They had the mobility and advantage that the footman did not and if they were not dealt with getting to the summoners was going to be near impossible. Thankfully one of the Drakes made his job all the easier by coming directly at him.
Draco charged forward, his core beginning to heat and radiate outward. "Hello cousin. " he'd exclaim as he was thrown into the air with the aid of a well placed earth pillar. His molten claws drawn and ready to rend flesh and tear meat from bone. The Dwarf's attack was reckless barely missing the open gape of the drake's maw as he instead came crashing into the Drake's rider and the pair tumbled to the ground in a heap.
Draco got back to his feet in time to see that his opponent already was as the earth answered his call. He could feel the soil shaking under him as several large stones came to life and formed a large Earth Elemental. "Oh you have go to be kidding me!!" Draco cried out as he lay eyes on the towering elemental. The shaman's drake overhead, realizing it had lost it's rider, recovered and was already coming around for another pass.
Torin followed along with the group as they came to the divide he became uneasy. The overgrowth had been fueled by a fragment of the nightmare. Although it was quelled by adventurers the nightmare lingered. With his own experience with it he would rather not take the chance again if he could.
His scheming was interrupted by the arrival and subsequent attack of some strangers that were peobably cultists since they were summoning something and had some black drakes with them. A faint smile came upon his face. "You fools just picked a very bad fight." He growled as he climbed off his mount and drew his blade.
He could change to his true form and slaughter these drakes but he thought better of it. If he could avoid such a thing and save it as a surprise that would be best. He charged one of the armored foes. His bulk would work to Torin's advantage. He dodged one of the man's blows, Torin delivered a strong kick to the back of the man's knee, causing him to collapse before Torin plunged his blade deep into the man's chest through his neck. Ripping the blade free he turned to the others ready for the next challenger.
His scheming was interrupted by the arrival and subsequent attack of some strangers that were peobably cultists since they were summoning something and had some black drakes with them. A faint smile came upon his face. "You fools just picked a very bad fight." He growled as he climbed off his mount and drew his blade.
He could change to his true form and slaughter these drakes but he thought better of it. If he could avoid such a thing and save it as a surprise that would be best. He charged one of the armored foes. His bulk would work to Torin's advantage. He dodged one of the man's blows, Torin delivered a strong kick to the back of the man's knee, causing him to collapse before Torin plunged his blade deep into the man's chest through his neck. Ripping the blade free he turned to the others ready for the next challenger.
01/03/2017 09:30 PMPosted by Kersia"Alright." She called, "Let's keep moving." Kersia began to make her way towards the makeshift bridge. She stopped suddenly, sensing something. Seconds later, flames scorched the landscape, and the bridge. A roar drew her eyes to the sky, where she saw a pair of black scaled drakes, each with a rider garbed in black robes.
"You have to pay the toll!" shouted one of the riders. His hands glowed a faint yellow as the earth a few paces away heaved. The ground parted and six warriors, garbed in black armor made of dragon scales, came rushing out. Behind them were four garbed in mage robes. The four mages broke into pairs and began casting what appeared to be a summoning spell.
Up until now, Morician had been merely deadheading along, following Kersia's lead while trailing at the back of the pack behind the others. The sudden outburst, however, yanked him out of whatever private musings he had been occupying himself with. He could sense the tension in his mount as the enemies began taking up positions, the horse's ears flicking back and forth and muscles tensing in anticipation.
For the most part, the enemies seemed like fairly average bandit types--mostly warriors and fighters with a few mages to back them up. What was a surprise though was the two black drakes accompanying them. What the...dragons?! Here?! I thought all the black ones died with Deathwing...Morician thought, finding himself a little bewildered at the sight. However, this was not the time to speculate on the presence of the drakes.
As the other members of the party began taking up their battle stances and choosing their enemies, Morician chose to focus his attention on the line of charging warriors. Though the drakes themselves were perhaps the most dangerous of all, he wasn't exactly equipped to stand toe-to-toe with a dragon by himself...not to mention that if the warriors were left unchecked they would be causing problems for the other party members.
"Get those drakes down!" he roared, before tapping his heels against Steel's side and charging into the fray, runeblade swinging for the heads of the nearest pair of enemy warriors. Although the strike was a bit hasty, it would hopefully force the attention of the enemy fighters onto himself lest they be crushed with cold steel and armored hooves, while leaving his own allies free to focus their fire on the most critical targets.
Kora silently followed behind the group, lost in thought, What was the point in kidnapping Mortre? Did they plan to corrupt her? Even if they did she wouldnât be much of a threat compared to Deathwing. It just doesnât make any logical sense, what could this cult have to gain? Kora was brought out of her thoughts as they reached the scar left behind by Deathwing and the dragoness scowled. Kora loathed Deathwing for nearly killing her mother Alexstrazsa, even though she knew the aspect of death was destroyed, her ire was raised whenever something reminded her of him.
Before they could cross the bridge spanning the Great Divide, flames scorched the area around them and Kora looked skyward to see two black drakes with riders.
"You have to pay the toll!"
Not too far away, the earth heaved revealing several more black garbed adversaries, âWell how much is the toll?!â Kora quickly cast several defensive spells on the group, not as powerful as Kersia could probably do, but they would suffice until the blue could do it herself. Kora looked back up at the still flying rider as the rest of the group engaged the enemy, âYou know it would help if you told people the toll before attacking, better for business! We can avoid this needless bloodshed, what is the fel damned toll?!â
Before they could cross the bridge spanning the Great Divide, flames scorched the area around them and Kora looked skyward to see two black drakes with riders.
"You have to pay the toll!"
Not too far away, the earth heaved revealing several more black garbed adversaries, âWell how much is the toll?!â Kora quickly cast several defensive spells on the group, not as powerful as Kersia could probably do, but they would suffice until the blue could do it herself. Kora looked back up at the still flying rider as the rest of the group engaged the enemy, âYou know it would help if you told people the toll before attacking, better for business! We can avoid this needless bloodshed, what is the fel damned toll?!â
Vynianyx smiled as Draco took her offer. After she helped him up onto Illuria, she gave the hippogryph a knowning look before she shifted into a stag. The druidess fell in line next to Sylstyx as the pair followed Kersia through the barrens. The path went off the road as they began to approach horde territory, though the trip had been surprisingly uneventful. Vynianyx looked around, enjoying the sites of the barrens wildlife as the Great Divide loomed ever closer.
Sylstyx's horse grew apprehensive as they approached the divide, whinnying weakly as Kersia surveyed the area. The spirits held an air of foreboding in this area, and it made Sylstyx ill at ease. She slid off her horse and stood beside it, looking for the cause of the feeling. The cause revealed itself soon enough as a group of cultists attacked.
Sterixia felt herself fill with dread at the sight of the cult once again. She too, had hopped down off of Sylstyx's horse where she had been riding along. She stood, afraid, behind the shaman as the battle began to unfold.
Vynianyx, like other members of the group, did not waste any time charging towards the cult. The form of the stag granted her swift movements, and the antlers a great weapon. Her charge circled around the main core of fighting, as the 4 warriors had engaged several group members. One of the warriors had already fallen to Torin's blade. The druidess charged with little fear towards the black drake defending the summoners. She had little fear for the beast, having battled against a much larger one in the past. She had hoped to use the beast's distraction at Kori to her advantage.
Sylstyx turned towards Sterixia as Vynianyx charged off. "Tahk zi muntz und hydink. Ziz nu plazy fer zi chidrahnz." She handed Enara's reigns to the young drake. Sterixia held the reigns close to her heart and nodded. She darted off towards some near by stones and trees, hoping to find a place out of sight. Enara and Illuria followed her.
With Sterixia out of harms way, Sylstyx took action herself. She began to pour her spiritual energy into the area, calling out for soothing waters as the elements began to respond. "Heal my friends." She mumbled in draenic as the floating stream of water formed. The stream darted out through the air, seeking out injuries of all kinds.
Next, the shaman prayed into the wind. "Keep our movements swift." she mumbled in draenic. The party may notice the wind around them, moving with their movements and aiding in their agility. Sylstyx decided to hang back, and continue to focus on the agility spell and healing stream of water.
Vynianyx found herself a recipient of Sylstyx's healing water, shortly after her failed charge at the drake. The drake had surprised her with its own speed and its claws had gashed her flank. As the water worked its way into mend the wound, Vynianyx took to the sky. She darted and spun with the wind, dodging blasts of molten fire from the drake's mouth. Its rider commanded the drake back to the sky after the bird. Vynianyx kept using her smaller size to her advantage as she dodged and weaved around the drake's attacks. Finally the beast had leveled itself in the sky.
A grin played through Vynianyx's eyes and she hastened her speed in the air. She darted upwards into the cover of a cloud, before revealing herself in a dive. The dive was angled right at the dragon rider. Just before impact, Vynianyx shifted into a bear. Her heavier body careened into the dragon rider, and both her and the rider began to plummet back to the earth. Vynianyx shifted back into a bird and had begun to gain altitude once again. She had anticipated the dragon retrieving his rider from the sky.
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.
Sylstyx's horse grew apprehensive as they approached the divide, whinnying weakly as Kersia surveyed the area. The spirits held an air of foreboding in this area, and it made Sylstyx ill at ease. She slid off her horse and stood beside it, looking for the cause of the feeling. The cause revealed itself soon enough as a group of cultists attacked.
Sterixia felt herself fill with dread at the sight of the cult once again. She too, had hopped down off of Sylstyx's horse where she had been riding along. She stood, afraid, behind the shaman as the battle began to unfold.
Vynianyx, like other members of the group, did not waste any time charging towards the cult. The form of the stag granted her swift movements, and the antlers a great weapon. Her charge circled around the main core of fighting, as the 4 warriors had engaged several group members. One of the warriors had already fallen to Torin's blade. The druidess charged with little fear towards the black drake defending the summoners. She had little fear for the beast, having battled against a much larger one in the past. She had hoped to use the beast's distraction at Kori to her advantage.
Sylstyx turned towards Sterixia as Vynianyx charged off. "Tahk zi muntz und hydink. Ziz nu plazy fer zi chidrahnz." She handed Enara's reigns to the young drake. Sterixia held the reigns close to her heart and nodded. She darted off towards some near by stones and trees, hoping to find a place out of sight. Enara and Illuria followed her.
With Sterixia out of harms way, Sylstyx took action herself. She began to pour her spiritual energy into the area, calling out for soothing waters as the elements began to respond. "Heal my friends." She mumbled in draenic as the floating stream of water formed. The stream darted out through the air, seeking out injuries of all kinds.
Next, the shaman prayed into the wind. "Keep our movements swift." she mumbled in draenic. The party may notice the wind around them, moving with their movements and aiding in their agility. Sylstyx decided to hang back, and continue to focus on the agility spell and healing stream of water.
Vynianyx found herself a recipient of Sylstyx's healing water, shortly after her failed charge at the drake. The drake had surprised her with its own speed and its claws had gashed her flank. As the water worked its way into mend the wound, Vynianyx took to the sky. She darted and spun with the wind, dodging blasts of molten fire from the drake's mouth. Its rider commanded the drake back to the sky after the bird. Vynianyx kept using her smaller size to her advantage as she dodged and weaved around the drake's attacks. Finally the beast had leveled itself in the sky.
A grin played through Vynianyx's eyes and she hastened her speed in the air. She darted upwards into the cover of a cloud, before revealing herself in a dive. The dive was angled right at the dragon rider. Just before impact, Vynianyx shifted into a bear. Her heavier body careened into the dragon rider, and both her and the rider began to plummet back to the earth. Vynianyx shifted back into a bird and had begun to gain altitude once again. She had anticipated the dragon retrieving his rider from the sky.
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.
âYou know it would help if you told people the toll before attacking, better for business! We can avoid this needless bloodshed, what is the fel damned toll?!â
As his drake was diving at Draco, the rider called out, "Your blood!"
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The 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.
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The black drake that Kori had ran towards instead focused its attention on another that was charging forward, and ignored Kori. However, the two warriors that stayed behind did not. The pair charged towards the woman, each with their weapons raised, ready to try their luck at severing her head from her neck.
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The black drake focused on Draco opened its maw as it came circling back, molten flames spewing forth with little care for the elementals. It would take the traitor out, at any cost.
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Two more warriors made a charge at Torin, unphased by his ease in killing their comrade. Jimmy always sucked at combat anyway. One of the two seemed to move with a strange fluid grace, even with the heavier armor on his body. His armor was clearly enchanted, a mark of his status in their order. This one was probably one of the commanders. The pair was ready to charge at Torin when an undead steed and rider also drew their attention. The commander barked some strange order at his lackey, who then pulled some strange devices from his pack. The lackey darted off towards the undead and the commander continued to remain focused on Torin.
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Morician'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.
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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.
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The mages focused on the portals were successful in summoning two more warriors to the field. Each came out of their portal with a battle cry, and charged into the fray. One charged towards Torin and the command, the other charged towards Kora. Another magic user also came through a portal. She smirked and focused her magic on making a molten field around where the summoners were stationed. This was to slow any attempt at killing the summoners, as would be attacker now had a five foot ring of lava to cross, that was growing slowly wider.
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Kersia felt Kora's protective enchantments. Kersia smiled and augmented Kora's own magic with a booster of power, strengthening the wards. She also wove in a spell to help resist fire. It was not the strongest, as it took a constant drain of energy to maintain, and Kersia would need energy elsewhere. She blinked across the battle field and saw the mages summon successfully. Now a lava moat was forming to protect them. Kersia scowled and made her way there, hoping to be able to blink across the moat.
As his drake was diving at Draco, the rider called out, "Your blood!"
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The 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.
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The black drake that Kori had ran towards instead focused its attention on another that was charging forward, and ignored Kori. However, the two warriors that stayed behind did not. The pair charged towards the woman, each with their weapons raised, ready to try their luck at severing her head from her neck.
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The black drake focused on Draco opened its maw as it came circling back, molten flames spewing forth with little care for the elementals. It would take the traitor out, at any cost.
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Two more warriors made a charge at Torin, unphased by his ease in killing their comrade. Jimmy always sucked at combat anyway. One of the two seemed to move with a strange fluid grace, even with the heavier armor on his body. His armor was clearly enchanted, a mark of his status in their order. This one was probably one of the commanders. The pair was ready to charge at Torin when an undead steed and rider also drew their attention. The commander barked some strange order at his lackey, who then pulled some strange devices from his pack. The lackey darted off towards the undead and the commander continued to remain focused on Torin.
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Morician'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.
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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.
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The mages focused on the portals were successful in summoning two more warriors to the field. Each came out of their portal with a battle cry, and charged into the fray. One charged towards Torin and the command, the other charged towards Kora. Another magic user also came through a portal. She smirked and focused her magic on making a molten field around where the summoners were stationed. This was to slow any attempt at killing the summoners, as would be attacker now had a five foot ring of lava to cross, that was growing slowly wider.
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Kersia felt Kora's protective enchantments. Kersia smiled and augmented Kora's own magic with a booster of power, strengthening the wards. She also wove in a spell to help resist fire. It was not the strongest, as it took a constant drain of energy to maintain, and Kersia would need energy elsewhere. She blinked across the battle field and saw the mages summon successfully. Now a lava moat was forming to protect them. Kersia scowled and made her way there, hoping to be able to blink across the moat.
As Korianyth approached the black drake, the two warriors alongside it began to charge towards her. Out of the corner of her eye, the huntress spotted one of the druids coming in to flank the dragon. The two clashed and then quickly took to the sky. Seeing her gaze flicker upwards, one of the ebony-armored warriors decided to make a bold strike towards her. Bellowing, he swung a greatsword with surprising speed at the huntressâ neck. Kori ducked under the blow with ease and spun around to strike the warrior under the chin with the pommel of her polearm. The other warrior was immediately upon her, swinging two cleaver-like blades with ferocity. Kori parried one, two, three, four of his strikes with the haft of her weapon and then suddenly spun the weapon and knocked one of his swords from his grasp.
Much to Koriâs surprise he seemed entirely unphased by being disarmed, and ducked under her follow-up strike to deliver a powerful punch to her right cheekbone. She cried out, reeling backwards from the strike. Not letting up, her opponent quickly followed with a swing of his remaining weapon. Korianyth caught the blade in the deceptively soft wood of her buckler. Upon finding his weapon stuck, he attempted to deliver another punch; Kori ducked under it and yanked his other blade free from his grasp, then slammed her shield into his face. He yelped and toppled backwards.
Something flashed at the edge of her vision, and Korianyth quickly flung herself out of the way. Too late; the tip of the other warriors greatsword sliced deep into the back of her upper arm. She hissed with pain, turning around and adjusting her position. Almost immediately a stream of healing water flowed towards her and targeted her new wound, mending and soothing it before it even had a chance to bleed. Thank Elune for that shaman, she thought. She flourished her spear and squared her stance to her opponent. He had moved between her and his clobbered companion, who was struggling to stand back up.
With a flash of light, the first wave of reinforcements poured forth from the summoning portals. The nearby casters were now protected by an expanding moat of lava. With relief, Kori noticed Kersia had blinked nearby to help stop them. The huntress didnât fancy trying to jump across the moat only to be repelled by some magical barrier and fall to her death. She needed to dispatch these foes quickly now that she had a mage's support. Feeling the rush of the shamanâs wind magic granting her agility, Kori leaped forward and aimed a deadly thrust at the dark warriorâs throat.
Much to Koriâs surprise he seemed entirely unphased by being disarmed, and ducked under her follow-up strike to deliver a powerful punch to her right cheekbone. She cried out, reeling backwards from the strike. Not letting up, her opponent quickly followed with a swing of his remaining weapon. Korianyth caught the blade in the deceptively soft wood of her buckler. Upon finding his weapon stuck, he attempted to deliver another punch; Kori ducked under it and yanked his other blade free from his grasp, then slammed her shield into his face. He yelped and toppled backwards.
Something flashed at the edge of her vision, and Korianyth quickly flung herself out of the way. Too late; the tip of the other warriors greatsword sliced deep into the back of her upper arm. She hissed with pain, turning around and adjusting her position. Almost immediately a stream of healing water flowed towards her and targeted her new wound, mending and soothing it before it even had a chance to bleed. Thank Elune for that shaman, she thought. She flourished her spear and squared her stance to her opponent. He had moved between her and his clobbered companion, who was struggling to stand back up.
With a flash of light, the first wave of reinforcements poured forth from the summoning portals. The nearby casters were now protected by an expanding moat of lava. With relief, Kori noticed Kersia had blinked nearby to help stop them. The huntress didnât fancy trying to jump across the moat only to be repelled by some magical barrier and fall to her death. She needed to dispatch these foes quickly now that she had a mage's support. Feeling the rush of the shamanâs wind magic granting her agility, Kori leaped forward and aimed a deadly thrust at the dark warriorâs throat.