Feisty-Pants

Worlds Collide - A Futuristic Fantasy RP

Valkyrie sounds nifty....do you have room still perchance?

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Brand said
Yeah, the tower doesn't really brand someone a Feral mage unless they harm someone, are causing trouble or can't control their magic.

What of Guardians? Since we're so...er....rare.

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Saltwater Thief said
Alaric will have some questions for you before he agrees or refuses. And it'll depend on if he's left/finished serving the tower by that point (we would eventually be allowed to do that without being branded as Ferals, right?)

And I will go where ever it is that m'lord goes. If thine cause is deemed worthy, thy shalt have a sword.

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

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Explosions! MORE EXPLOSIONS.

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Rae'liel - The Honored Guest

Even as the White Hand members gave the strangely dressed Elven woman a suspicious stare, her gaze invisibly met theirs as they strode on by. She was doing nothing that warranted their action, nor did she seem like she was a threat, so Rae simply stood quietly as they brushed by. She was no fool, for drawing attention as an unknown would be most unwise; rather, she had simply wanted to see what her adversary had at his disposal.

Impassively looking towards the ramparts as the towered overhead, the Paladin contemplated just exactly how they small motley crew would have to infiltrate the massive structure. Biting her lip, her arms folded just as a new voice echoed out from a lower height. Sharply, her head would snap towards the voice, and it did not take long for her to recognize where it came from. A dwarven dock worker had piped up to her as he had taken a break, and the Elven woman looked down at him intensely from the guise of her goggles.

"It is quite intimidating, for a structure built mostly by humans," she would humbly state while drawing up her palms to rest them atop the curvature of her hips. "Though one can see its flaws. All cannonade has a specific range, and judging by the length of those barrels, these can shoot quite far. That being said, some ship cannon work can sit just outside the range of this fortress and bombard the harbor it protects into oblivion." Shrugging slightly as the Dwarven worker puffed his chest proudly in defiance, he would then retort harshly in kind to her words.

"Thos' re made of the finest dwarven smiths o' the age! Are you daft? No guns can out'ange them." As if on call, one cannon fired and the thunder of it echoed throughout the harbor. Yet the Blood Elf remained unimpressed as the shot arced through the sky and landed distant in the water. Then, and only then did she truly realize something wonderful; for all its bristling artillery and heavily reinforced walls, this fortress did not compensate for a specific kind of assault.

The kind of attack that she dealt with quite commonly in the savage Outlands.

"Sin'Dorei weaponry easily outrange that." She responded casually to the Dwarf, who fumed even further. "I've seen it, sadly. Do take care!" Casually waving a hand, she sauntered away from the docks and headed nonchalantly back towards Sharon's mansion. Taking the winding roads and alleyways throughout Stormwind to try and see if she were being followed, the Sin'Dorei could not help but hear the sound of another pair of feet scuffling as quietly as they could behind her.

Whipping about and drawing her sword, a blade came whistling towards her through the air, and she easily struck it aside. A shift of Shadows further drew her attention and this time, she stomped her foot stubbornly into the ground, and the alleyway's floor was suddenly filled with white fire. Burning the soles of a hooded man, he quickly turned to flee only to suddenly have the curvature of a Sin'Dorei's blade set upon his jugular. Her breathing however, was labored. The conflict from before having still taken its toll as she tore off the goggles to reveal emerald orbs instead of blue to allow her gaze to regain her focus.

"Tell your boss something for me, won't you?" She inquired of the trembling human. "Tell him that the Rae'liel, Light's Vengeance is coming for him. Deathknights have no place here." Pulling her blade away and sheathing it, she glared harshly at the man as he stumbled first and then broke into a horrified run straight back towards a certain fortress upon the cliffs overlooking the sea.

Finally however, after a few more winding roads, she returned back to Sharon's mansion among a literal sea of glares as she opened the door and quickly shut it. Ignoring the huntress e's and striding past them, the Paladin made her way back up the trashed stairs and ruined hallways to find none other than her courteous host still musing in his thoughts.

"Your brother has quite the fancy house," she joked first, cracking an amused smile at the thought of it. "However, if you cared to strike while you still have a commendable force at your fingertips, I've a plan. It requires me to ask a favor of an friend, but I assure you that it will work." Taking up a pencil, she began to sketch a picture of his brother's fortress with remarkable accuracy and detail, down to even the number of cannons on the ramparts.

"He has too heavy of a guard on the front door and the flanks are too heavily armored. So, from the ground and from the sea, one could say that this is near impregnable. However, " she matter-of-factly stated as she drew her pencil to point at the ceiling. "The only defense he has against the sky is a few makes and archers. Those are fairly negligible, if we use what we have now. I can call in a few dozen gyrocopters that are heavily armed from the Scryer engineers in Shattrath. They can soften up their defenses, and a handful can attack from above. After the roof is cleared, they can access the gate controls, open the doors, and let your huntresses run wild."

Rae would cracked a confident grin in the moment that followed. "Then, and only then, we could infiltrate amongst all the madness, find your brother, and remove him of his mortal coil. How does this sound?"

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Rae'liel - The Guest of Honor.

Sitting comfortably with one leg smoothly crossed over the other, the Paladin silently allowed the High Elf to finish rummaging through his thoughts. Rolling through her own respective contemplations, she tried to discern just exactly what his brother might be after. If revenge, such a hot blooded cause normally wound rally up far more brash actions than apparently seen. Sliding to a stand then, she smoothly walked over to her discarded armor and took grasp of her sheathed sword.

Taking up the belt and winding it so that the sword rested easily on the back of her waist once again, she looked back to Sharon with a wry smirk. "Seven years and you haven't changed a bit. I'll be heading into town for the next series of moments, and I'll be taking a look around town." Shrugging casually, the lightly clothed Paladin strode past Sharon and gently lent the softness of her fingertips to his shoulder briefly to comfort him. "After all, you said that the Night Elves won't be here for much longer. I'd better get to know Stormwind once again while I still have a chance."

Snatching the goggles up once again and tossing them over her eyes, the heavily tinted lenses lender their protection to her as she gradually are her way away from the Magus district and into the heat and chaos of Stormwind's bustling streets. With her light footfalls guiding her through the cobblestone streets, it did not take long for her to discover the new locales and pubs; each of the latter still bustling with noise and chaos of inebriation at even the earlier hours of the afternoon.

The newest addition did not escape her as she paced through a tunnel, and in turn beheld the newest fortification protecting the docks. Staring up at it with a minute expression that was in the least impressed, Rae'liel simply stood there, even in spite of the leering stare of a handful of White Hand members that were striding towards her at that very moment.

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Brand said
Okay, i'll adjust the timeline accordingly.Sorry to everyone for the patchy information. This still kinda counts as my first experience GMing.

Well, you're doing really well for a first timer. ^_^

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Wow. Just amazing how concise some of you all are getting. O.o

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Kotori - The Songbird (Tee-hee!)

Trudging along on horseback had always been a pleasant route to travel, for the sweetness of springtime on the air, the kiss of a cool breeze on her cheek were a far cry of the scent and salt of the sea. Catching a glance of a wildflower on the side of the road, with its fragile petals of cyan waving gently in the wind, the Guardian smoothly slid down alongside the flank of her steed, extended her mechanical arm and easily plucked it away to inspect it.

Casually returning to a proper stance upon her mount and meticulously inspecting the blossoms, she caught a briefly disdainfully envious gaze from Alaric as he awkwardly bounced and bumbled along on his own ride. Unable to help a small bout of laughter at his expense and tucking the plant into a side satchel for later, she simply smiled warmly beneath the ivory guise of her mask. Surely they were bound towards a hazardous task, but with her, Tegan, and her dear charge, the Guardian did not think that in the least that anyone in their little troupe would come to any harm.

And she would see to it personally.

Even if they were wandering into a prominently more hostile land.

Checking to insure her weapons, explosives and even her arm had continued to work properly or were intact, the Guardian noticed then too what the others had seen. A long pillar of smoke that rose into the sky from the center of a distant town; no less the very town that they had been sent to investigate! Digging her heels into the side of her horse simultaneously with the other two, the inconspicuous and easygoing ride quickly transferred to one of credible haste. With the wind whipping through her hair, and her stance lowered, she took the lead first so that she could be on point for any conflict that might arise.

The scene they arrived upon however, was simply horrific.

Sitting upon her mount at Alaric's side, her onyx eyes carefully took in the scene as screams found her ears and burning flesh found her sense of smell. Cursing beneath her breadth at the situation, her worriment first came in their proclamation to destroy and burn all Magi. Which meant that even if he used his talents to help, Alaric would be subject to such a rule. It was more than clear however, that the mind of the mob was the literal opposite of that, especially when it came to inhumane cruelty towards the innocent.

As Alaric hissed beneath his breadth, she quickly came to understand just why his gourd of water was trembling. A pair of small charred bodies, still tied to the stake, smoldered and spat smoke from eternally burnt and screaming lips into the midday sun. It made her sick, yet she still had a task to perform; quickly, Kotori reached out with her regular arm and seized her childhood friend's tightly. He spun to look at her, and though her mask may have had hidden the tear that streamed down her cheek, he could still see her sorrow.

But it was not the only emotion that was there. Deep within those pools of black were a sense of purpose and distinction. They were here for a reason, those bastards would receive their due comeuppance in good time.

Thankfully, Alaric eased up from his tension as her touch calmed his storm, and Kotori relinquished his arm. What came next was an additional surprise as out of nowhere, an Elderly man whispered them over to him. Quickly moving along and watching on silently as Alaric followed him, the Magi gave the signal for her and Tegan, the veteran of their party, to keep an eye out for any trouble.

Glancing at Tegan then, Kotori eyes then flickered towards the rooftop of the house. Her message was simple, she was going on top to get a bird's eye view. If there was any adversaries or threats about to arrive, both Tegan and Alaric would hear her mimicry of a Sparrow's call as always. Dismounting and reining in her horse, it did not take but a moment for the Guardian to disappear towards the side of the house, and with a slight running start, she literally ran up the height of the wall to land quietly upon the roof.

Slipping into a low crawl, she slowly and stealthily made her way across the rooftop so that she could keep an inconspicuous eye on the monsters in the town center from on high.

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Rae'liel - The Honored Guest

With quiet countenance, the Sin'Dorei carefully regarded the Quel'Dorei's lament. Not a single detail was missed nor a minor subtle hint or clue. Still sitting upon the table which was still stained by her blood, a slow scowl crept up on her lips as he revealed that not only was the Scourge working its craft in Stormwind, but they were lead by a Deathknight to boot. That would be a prime target she'd enjoy removing from existence, as such abominations were foul and cruel creatures.

That aside, there were still details that Sharon had not quite mentioned, and it did not make sense! Why were the Scourge going after him, rather than infiltrating the city and rending it asunder by disease as they had done in Stratholme? Did he have some item of power or some type of knowledge that he had yet to reveal? If so, why hadn't he revealed it to her? Surely, saving one another's lives in the culling of the north several times was plenty to establish a bond.

Or...did he not know himself? Or was his reanimated sibling out for some ill-perceived revenge?

Folding her hands with one neatly over the other, the Paladin's posture stiffened, even in spite of her new injury to a more proper stance than her formerly relaxed state. "So you ask me to arrive here to help combat the evil that lurks right outside your door." She began, briefly glancing at her silvery armor and weapons that laid distant.

"You know all too well that I'd be more than happy to assist you. However, with your brother's fiends subtly knocking at your door; would it not be wise to move to a safer locale before the Night Elves depart? Shattrath is a better sanctuary, and the worried there is the Burning Legion. Which, honestly, may be Se worse than the Scourge, but with the Naaru so steadfastly present, your brother would have an infinitely more difficult time getting to you....As well as my complement of Blood Knights."

Brushing a strand of hair out of her luminous eye, she cracked a mild grin. "Let your brother have this mild victory. However, let your survival find new strength and allies in a foreign land, so that you may win the war. For Shattrath is a Sanctuary, there, the rotting claws of the Scourge will never find you or your beloved."