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Warcraft: Dawn of a New Azeroth

Go for it I say.

Warcraft: Dawn of a New Azeroth

I think Bee is asleep, or not on just yet, and Andy is waiting for Strath.

Warcraft: Dawn of a New Azeroth

Sorry it's short, but dialogue y'know?

Warcraft: Dawn of a New Azeroth

Hallam looked up at her approach, head tilting back even further at her height over him. "Yes," he agreed readily and moved to explain, gesturing to his worktable. "I'm an alchemist you see, and I've heard of the Kaldorei and their allies. You are long lived and make your home in the large forest in the west, protecting and respecting as I've heard it described, I'm sure you know your way around herbs better than I do. I was wondering if perhaps your apparent skills with poisons might lend some aid here. Do you require more poison yourself? Or do you have enough?" He was not privy to the details about where the Dryads got their poison, he expected they made it themselves.

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It took a moment for Hallam to determine just what he was looking at. It looked Night Elven, even had the Kaldorei accent as far as he could tell, but the body was all wrong. He at first thought it was a Night Elf riding a mount he had yet to see before, but then he noticed the melding of the two forms. He came to the conclusion the shape was shifting, he'd seen a Druid on one of his few journeys to Feralas, but the shape didn't shift at all, it just... was. How peculiar. He scrambled for an explanation, frowning deeply at the woman as he considered her. It was then he remembered about the Night Elves allies. She must be one of those. His attempts at conversing with Kaldorei had been stilted and uncomfortable altercations, so he didn't know much of them or their allies. Maybe he would try again with this Dryad, she seemed... friendly? Awkward was a better word, but he didn't want to be too rude.

Hallam nodded uncertainly as Rogrelg agreed to his plan, he wasn't sure why the Orc was so... reasonable, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth as the saying goes. He turned his attention back on the fawn-girl, considering what the Orc had said of her. Poisons? That was good, he could work with that. Hallam stepped away from the group to approach her. "Kalania? That is your name, yes?" He was pretty sure that's what Rogrelg had called her. "Come see me when you get a moment, I have some tasks I could use your help with."

Speaking of tasks, Hallam thought he'd better get started. He went back to his tent, outside was a small table that had been salvaged from a nearby rotted farmhouse. On the table was a scattering of empty vials, potions, herbs, and other tools he needed for his alchemy. A small brown leather bound journal laid open to the side, within were written as many recipes as he could find. Some worked as buffs, others as restoratives, and a few were cures. He didn't know how to make any poisons, but he was sure he could scrounge something together with the Dryad's help. They may or may not work well against the Scourge, but against the living members of the Scarlet Crusade certainly.

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LEGACY CHARACTERS

AKSEL NYLUND

Aksel Nylund | 22 | Unaffiliated Wizard

Both of Aksel's parents were Wizards, but his grandparents on his mother's side were Muggles. The Nylund Family was Pureblooded by accident, focused primarily on marrying for love at it's start, but eventually it became wrapped up in the blood supremacy propaganda like many others. It fractured a majority of the Family into three groups; the Supremacists, the Muggle-Lovers, and the Independents. The Family was quite large at the time, stretching across northern Europe and into the East, but the war with Grindelwald put blood against blood and nearly ended with the Muggle-Lovers' demise. At the very end of the war a majority of the Supremacists side of the Family were captured and put behind bars. The surviving Muggle-Lovers' pushed for the death sentence, but were overruled by the Independents who'd decided to not interfere in the war at all. When the war was over, the Independents had a change in leadership, and turned on the rest of the family, now significantly smaller, and tried to have them all assassinated. Unfortunately, the powerful and old Lord Petros of the Muggle-Lovers faction escaped and had vengeance. By the time the man died of old age only a single line remained of the Nylund Family, two Independents who raised their sons to be just as neutral. Their oldest, Oliver, fell in line without fuss, until he met a Muggleborn girl in Stockholm, her name was Mary, and he fell in love with her. Their youngest, Liam, rebelled from the start, going off to Hogwarts rather than Durmstrang as his parents wanted. Later, after having his first son, Oliver fell ill with dragon-pox, leaving Mary to raise their son with his brother.

This left Aksel to be raised by his mother and the occasional support of his flighty uncle. Aksel grew up with an appreciation for the fun things in life, as well as a healthy respect for the persecuted, repressed, victimized, bullied, and underprivileged. His uncle was considered a Blood-Traitor by Purebloods, a trouble maker and scoundrel by society. His mother was called a line-thief, marrying into a powerful Pureblood family and claiming the treasures for her own when her husband died, to the Wizarding World she was jobless, doing nothing but staying at home while House-Elves raised her stolen child. In reality she owned a bakery in Odense, a short ways from the Nylund Family Estate in Nyburg, and raised her son on her own, only using House-Elves for menial things or maintaining other properties.

Aksel attended a specialized Muggle private school, learning basic maths, Danish, physical education and a number of other things- such as the violin. When he first heard the instrument, he enjoyed the sounds it made, but did not particularly care enough to learn to play himself. However, when he had to select a study in music, he chose the violin. He was a natural, taking to string instruments quickly but the violin was his favourite. For his art selection he chose to paint, and while he was no Michelangelo, what child would be?, he learned quickly and loved how his mother and the Elves would ooh and ahh over his works. He made few friends, mostly because he was shy, but a particularly tomish girl would always share her drawings with him. Her name was Anise, and her mother was insistent on enrolling her into health and sex education classes, mostly because she thought her daughter would turn out to be transgender and wanted her to be aware of what that was before she hit puberty. Anise convinced Aksel to join her for his classes, and while at first scandalized, his mother eventually agreed to allow it. Before he could get properly entrenched in the more advanced classes, such as metal working and English, he received his letter of acceptance to Durmstrang.

Bidding his Muggle friends good bye, Aksel took his education with him into the dark and oppressive halls of Durmstrang. He was shy still, keeping his opinions to himself, but his talent and excellent scores drew attention to him. when he joined the Quidditch teams as a chaser, he became even more popular. He particularly excelled in Transfiguration and Charms. Durmstrang encouraged talent where they saw it, so it was a no brainer to pair the to best students with each other in work. The Transfiguration teacher was a kindly woman, and she quite happily paired the unobtrusive and polite Aksel with Tyra Edsen, an overly harassed metamorphmagus. In Charms, the less kind Professor originally paired him with whomever, but when Aksel defended a dubbed "Muggle-Lover" from the Professor, he started pairing Aksel with Rhyan Oslend, the student who did the worst in Charms. However, Rhyan was excellent at Potions, and managed to explain and simplify it in a way that Aksel could understand and even get excited about. Meeting Lora Jorks and Juno Riggo as his fellow chasers, Aksel found himself comfortably surrounded by friends. He was even well-liked by most of the students who weren't in his immediate circle.

In their last year, Tyra confessed she was interested in women, which the group already knew. Stemming from this conversation came a decision to eliminate discrimination in Durmstrang. None of them actually believed it would work, but they tried nontheless, forming a group called the Coalition Against Durmstrang Discrimination. The group was not aimed directly at protecting sexualities, or other commonly debated things of the Muggle World, but at the tolerance and acceptance of Muggleborns. Of course, if the article they insisted be ratified, written by themselves, happened to have hidden clauses protecting everything from lesbians to muslims to vampires to goblins, then that was just a coincidence. Not many people took the group seriously, not even when Aksel convinced three separate Quidditch teams to join, or when Lady Nylund through her support behind it, but when a fight broke out on the school grounds over a debate on Muggle blood vs Pureblood blood, people began to take sides. Unfortunately, while remnants of the movement are remembered and scattered throughout the school and former students' homes, it was largely swept under the rug when Aksel and his friends graduated.

The end of their last term dominated their attention as they tested for their final final exams, and then afterwards they began working towards Masteries and their own careers. Aksel was still working on his own research after receiving Masteries in both Transfiguration and Charms when Tyra came to him, seeking to get away from the constant nagging that came with being a metamorphmagus. After intense discussion and theorizing, Tyra and Aksel began looking for answers in the magic of her blood. It was slow work, but the things Aksel found and talked about in his notebook would cause Transfiguration enthusiasts the world over to sell their souls for a glimpse.

It was during his studies that his old friend, Rhyan who moved to England, became infected with vampirism. Smuggling him free, Aksel and Tyra hid him away and erased all trace of him ever touching English soil and fabricated records of him having lived in Denmark with them. Thus, unless they looked closely, no one would be able to tell he was a vampire. They told him what they were working on, and soon he was helping them, putting his Mastery in Potions to work. They discovered a lot about how Potions effected the blood, but they soon turned their attention to Rhyan's problem, starting a study on what vampirism did to the blood too. By this point, Aksel had neither a cure for a metamorphmagus, or a way to become one, but he was reasonably sure he could make a charm or potion that would mimic the effects for a time. Using this they smuggled Rhyan into a country that wasn't quite so strict; Russia.

Using his blood they began researching a cure for vampirism on the side.

Then he was visited by a Witch from TOE, and he was skeptical at first, more interested in continuing his work and helping his friends than joining some weird organization, but he did not tell her no. The Sevens figured he would say yes, given his past in the group called the Coalition Against Durmstrang Discrimination, and with his Masteries, connections, and rumored research, he was too valuable to leave alone, taking him and imprisoning him illegally. Luckily, Tyra escaped with the research and went into hiding, denying the Sevens that boon.

[Patronus Memory]:

Aksel was getting frustrated now, and people were starting to notice. He'd never been so great at Defense Against the Dark Arts, but this was ridiculous! Two weeks after the first lesson and he still hadn't gotten the spell right! A good memory, they said! Only your happiest would do, they said! Some of his friends kept giving him looks, sad and curious like they were wondering if he'd ever been happy at all. Aksel never left any spell unlearned, sometimes it'd take him a day or so, but this! Two weeks at it and he still couldn't make it into any kind of shape! Why didn't any of his happy memories work?!

First he'd tried his first glimpse of Durmstrang, which prompted a bit of a mist, but nothing else. He was actually the first to get anything at all, but after that there was no improvement. Muggle friend Anise? Mist. Quidditch? Mist. Friends? Mist. Mother? Mist. Uncle, House-Elf, First Spell, First Class, First Pet, Father, Grandparents, Gold, Goblins, Owls, Mail, Quils, Ink! All mist! You could see the point where he stopped trying and just started thinking of things in the room with him.

But suddenly, while practicing the spell over the lake close to his room, he knew the memory to use. He was having lunch, halfway between words when a letter landed in his lap. He absently directed the owl to take whatever it wanted from his plate and opened the envelope. It was from a Muggle university teacher, he wasn't sure how they'd gotten the letter to him, but he recognized the name. It was his old violin instructor. She wanted to meet again so she could see how he'd progressed. Aksel had been playing the violin less and less recently, too focused on school and magic, but he still enjoyed it. Rhyan snatched the letter after he'd finished reading it. Once he knew, everyone knew, thus led to the night Aksel and his violin were dragged from their room and thrust out to perform for a large group of interested students. Once he'd started, the smile wouldn't come off his face. Aksel loved his violin and the merry little party that broke out into song at his tune was the single happiest moment of his life.

Aksel dredged this memory up now, lips curling into a small just at remembering. "Expecto patronum!" He commanded happily, he imagined he heard birdsong then, but he knew the light apparitions didn't make their own sound. It was a bird though, and the sight of the little ball of fluff zipping around was enough to bring laughter from him.

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ETHAN DRACHT

Ethan Dracht | 237 | Vampire Agent of Seven

The word Dracht comes from the Irish draíocht, the word for magic. They were an ancient family of supposed seers in Ireland, but they were non-magical. Ethan theorized they were descended from a squib who's magical family had the seer gene, and losing their magic had not breed out the gene, but because his family had a watered-down version of the gene, they could still use it at times. Now that magic had returned to their blood- well, his blood at least, he suspected it would be more powerful. He found himself to be wrong though, or perhaps vampirism had just interfered and struck the gene mute, either way, he did not have visions, though occasionally he'd have odd, half-remembered dreams.

Most of Ethan's life has been spent aiding his sire in the building up of a vampire coven-town by the name of Rue de Trefle near Nantes, France. The only magical population are that of friendly Wizards- namely family or lovers, and the vampires themselves. Other residents include a wide variety of Muggle donors- though they don't know it. While Ethan has entertained thoughts of going back to his Grandparent's motherland of Ireland, he has decided to wait until the mass unrest in the Wizarding World has calmed.

It was through his sire that an alliance with, and eventual commitment to, the Seven started. A recent law passed in France that made their community illegal- not that it was common knowledge in the first place - along with a few well-placed words won over the Rue de Trefles coven and saw Ethan put forth as an officially active member of the Seven as a sign of loyalty. The other coven members remained in the Rue to work from there, or wait until called upon for actual battle.

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ELLE ISKANDAR

Elle Iskandar | 11 | Hogwarts Student

Elle is the daughter of Elijah Iskandar, a noted Potioneer and suspected Dark Wizard from Australia whom moved to England to work with the Seven. His greatest weakness is his family, which led to his embrace of the Dark Arts when his Muggle wife became ill and later died as he searched for a cure among the spell books and potion recipes of long-dead Dark Wizards. Elijah has gone a bit mad, something which has rubbed off on his only daughter who still smiles like the epitome of purity and innocence. Because of this, her way of thinking sometimes confuses and dissuades her fellow students, but luckily her excellent mind has scored her a couple friends, even if it's only so she can help them with homework.

When she was eight, Elle found an old man on a bench outside her home. Curious and fearless she went to speak with him. She walked away with a new friend and a source of informational income. The man was a professor at a local university, he gave her books on Muggle subjects when she asked about them. He suspects theirs something odd and different about her, but hasn't said anything. Her father hasn't quite picked up on it yet, though he's noticed more and more books lying around with odd names, he assumes them to be English words for advanced magics, but really they are science texts.

What he does know is that she loves to dance, and as such took it upon himself to enroll her in a few dance classes. She also begged to learn French, and later Malay when she discovered that was the source of her darker skin. She hasn't made much progress in either, but she's interested and learning, even if they'd had to take a back seat to her magical education.

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It had been a long time since Hallam had donned his Dalaran robes and wielded his stolen staff- well, stolen was not quite the right word, looted would be a more accurate term - but he felt it was only right that for his return to the continent of his birth he would wear the garments of his home city. They were in good shape, mended by a kind Gnome woman in Theramore, otherwise no matter the sentiment he wouldn't have brought them. Of course he now had an Argent Dawn tabard pulled over the fine cloth, but that couldn't be helped even if he'd wanted it gone, the other Argents would need a way to recognize him, besides; it was nice to feel as if he was a part of something greater.

Inspecting his reflection in the bowl of water one last time, Hallam made sure he didn't look as if he hadn't slept in days. This place brought back old memories, giving life to nightmares he'd had ever since the Fall. As of now he was running on a variety of potions and what he could scrape away from his few fitful power naps. He couldn't bring himself to sleep at night, so he'd taken shifts on the night watch as often as he could so he could have an excuse to nap in the day. Deciding that his latest attempt at sleep had been enough - and it had to be, because he ertainly wasn't sleeping anymore today - Hallam washed his face and left his tent to prepare for their assault on the city.

He remembered Stratholme, faintly at least, his aunt had moved there and occasionally his mother would take him to visit her family in the city. It looked nothing like he remembered though, everything here was rotted and dead. Even the stone was crumbling and weak. the trees were the worst though, they looked like they were screaming, or they did when there were trees at all, a large mushroom forest had sprung up looking for all the world as if it'd been there since the dawn of time. That was how entrenched the Scourge was, not just the Undead themselves, but their taint and corruption had long since gripped the very land itself and laughed in the face of the living as it twisted their beautiful homeland into an unrecognizable ruin.

Hallam fell into step with the others as the group began to gather around the Orc who led them. He was forced to hide his distaste, having never been fond of Orcs he found it especially frustrating to follow one's lead. Still, it wouldn't be in charge if it wasn't worthy of the position. He supposed he could trust it for now, so deep in enemy territory it was unlikely the Horde would turn on them, or at least not until they were safe again and out of the Scourge's reach. He kept a wary eye on it though, he'd heard stories of wild Orcs raiding villages back before the Scourge. They were trying only to free their brethren Hallam knew, but they certainly hadn't skipped any chance to take a Human life while doing so. He would do his best to make sure this Orc didn't get him killed in this campaign.

"All right," Rogrelg spoke, "my name is Rogrelg Shining-Hand, and yes, I am a Priest of the Holy Light; a Bishop under the Archbishop of Orgrimmar. That means that I outrank any Priests among you, even though I am a 'bloodthirsty Orc'. But, then again, most of us do have a tolerance for bloodthirst; otherwise, we wouldn't be at the Warfront." He then looked at Hallam Ramsey.

A Priest? Hallam thought, eyebrows shooting upwards in surprise. As if I needed more proof of the Light's fallibility, here I have it. Hallam had never been the most devout follower of the Light, but he'd respected it nonetheless, had done so all the way up until the Fall. The Priests in Dalaran had been cut down like so much stumbling newborn calves, powerless against a Death Knight's blade, it seemed at every turn there was the Light, failing to help them, to save them. He'd traveled with a Priest in that year stranded in the Foothills, every day the man's faith had withered just a bit more until the Light no longer answered him. Now look at it, the Light was bestowing it's gifts to savage, bloodthirsty invaders? How ironic.

"You, you've experience with the undead, right? Not to mention that for now, you're the only one who stands out among this gang. So, I am appointing you my second-in-command." Rogrelg was blunt. "And, as for your first duty, I am going to ask you what option to take in the coming raid. The Argent Dawn has already created two seperate strategies for the Scarlet-held side and the districts held by the Scourge."

Hallam flushed his suspicious thoughts, pulling his best professional persona to the fore. No matter that it was an Orc, there was a job to do and he was going to do it. Today they were united, and the Scourge would burn before them.

He listened attentively as Rogrelg outlined the Dawn's options here, explaining how it's own knowledge would aid them in their mission.

"The Scarlet's are our best option I think." Hallam said after a moment of though. "Our only option I believe. They are well fortified, which will allow us to swoop in and take over their fortifications. It will give us time to regroup before moving on the Scourge. Otherwise they would leap at the opportunity to fight us once we've cleared the Scourge, and out in the open we'd have no advantage against their defensive positions should they push at us from behind. Perhaps we could take them anyway, but I think it best we aim for every advantage we can get, needed or not."

He turned steely eyes on the other members of their party, sizing up their crew seriously. "I expect each of you to fight your greatest, pull out all your tricks and utilize your best abilities, because the slightest mistake here will see you a fate worse than death. The Crusaders will take you in for interrogation, but don't mistake the pretty wording, it's just an excuse to torture. Afterwards they'll burn your corpse- if you're lucky, they believe you're tainted anyway, they might just dump your body in the alleys for the necromancers to find. The Scourge though, that's the real threat. Their weapons are infested with the worst sorts of curses and diseases, their claws and teeth are especially painful when they rend flesh - do not give them a chance to try it! And should you fall, do not doubt you're fate; you will serve the Lich King. You cannot hope for another lucky break as Sylvanus and the Forsaken got, and even then would that be any luck at all? They certainly don't think so. Be smart, be fast, be relentless. You carry the hopes of Azeroth in your charge, and you deliver the vengeance of the fallen in your assault." Not his most inspirational speech, but it got his point across. Anything less than everything they have would not be enough. He'd even pointed out two perfectly usable sources to draw further strength from; hope and revenge.

Warcraft: Dawn of a New Azeroth

I prefer small roleplays anyways.

Warcraft: Dawn of a New Azeroth

1: Name: Hallam Ramsey

2: Age: 24

3: Sex: M

4: Place of Birth: Strahnbrad, Lordaeron

5: Equipment: Dalaran Mage's Staff, Scourge Sacrificial Dagger, Dalaran Mage's Robes, Theramore Marsh Boots

6: History: Hallam was born in Strahnbrad and well on his way to following in his father's footsteps to become a hunter to provide food for his home, but in an act of teenage rebellion he ran away from home to study in Dalaran. He'd long envied his neighbor, Enchanter Millius, and his ability to use magic. He knew his father would never allow him to learn, so he took matters into his own hands. He did not often regret his decision, not until the Scourge marched on Dalaran. He escaped with a handful of other residents, but they fought hard to reach safety. They found it in Tarren Mills for a time, but the influx of refugees to the town made it too good of a target to pass up and the town was destroyed by the Scourge. Hallam spent nearly a year on the run before finally the Scourge-Forsaken conflict allowed him to break through and find Southshore. From there he was evacuated to Kalimdor.

Relieved as he was to return to studying magic, Hallam never forgot his experiences in Lordaeron. He eventually left to learn in the world instead of in a library. He tested his talents and skills by helping the Alliance in Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens, but soon he found himself considering the Argent Dawn. A cause worth his service and coin worth his time; what's not to like?

7: Random Information:

(Dunno how much of this last bit is relevant but better have it and not need it than not have it and need it.)

Appearance - https://41.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lql3nrsrgx1qkswsho2_500.jpg
Specialization - Arcane
Primary Professions - Herbalism (Expert), Alchemy (Expert)
Secondary Professions - Archeaology (Apprentice), Cooking (Journeyman), First Aid (Journeyman)
Family - Allard Ramsey (Father; Deceased), Lorabel Ramsey (Mother; Deceased), Juston Ramsey (Brother; Deceased)

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HALLAM RAMSEY

Hallam Ramsey | 24 | Alliance Mage

Hallam was born in Strahnbrad and well on his way to following in his father's footsteps to become a hunter to provide food for his home, but in an act of teenage rebellion he ran away from home to study in Dalaran. He'd long envied his neighbor, Enchanter Millius, and his ability to use magic. He knew his father would never allow him to learn, so he took matters into his own hands. He did not often regret his decision, not until the Scourge marched on Dalaran. He escaped with a handful of other residents, but they fought hard to reach safety. They found it in Tarren Mills for a time, but the influx of refugees to the town made it too good of a target to pass up and the town was destroyed by the Scourge. Hallam spent nearly a year on the run before finally the Scourge-Forsaken conflict allowed him to break through and find Southshore. From there he was evacuated to Kalimdor.

Relieved as he was to return to studying magic, Hallam never forgot his experiences in Lordaeron. He eventually left to learn in the world instead of in a library. He tested his talents and skills by helping the Alliance in Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens, but soon he found himself considering the Argent Dawn. A cause worth his service and coin worth his time; what's not to like?