Rithy

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Serphia's silvery eyes scanned the corridor with a methodical precision.

Lithriell and Aleena both were cuddled together on one of the humble beds. The bed in question was creaking dangerously at the smallest of movement from the two big Night Elven warriors lying on top of it, as it had obviously been designed to support nothing more than a single, medium sized human!

The rest of the Sentinels however were all lined up alongside each side of the corridor, each staring across it in complete silence and obedience. Though their uniforms had become somewhat ragged after the raid on Honor's Watch, their posture was still pristine, as they stood like perfect statues whilst standing at attention.

Studying her warriors, Serphia would finally let go off Liaena, dropping the human to the ground with a thud.

"Where is Sentinel Saleen?" Serphia would finally ask, noticing that one of her warriors were missing from the corridor. But just shortly after the Captain had raised the question, another voice could be heard coming from around the corner at the end of the corridor.

"Look at what I found, sisters! You won't believe... " Sentinel Saleen exclaimed with enthusiasm as she rounded the corner, carrying a heavy wooden crate filled with holy wine which she had obviously raided from the Cathedral basement. But when she saw all her sisters lined up along the corridor; with the exception of Lithriell and Aleena who were sleeping merrily together; and Captain Serphia glaring down at her from the other side of the corridor, she'd immediately freeze on the spot!

" ... it."

Within the blink of an eye, Saleen would have dropped the crate to the floor, the bottles inside clanking against the cushioning hay inside, and immediately stand attention to salute Serphia as well.

"Mistress!"

Serphia, who had up until this point been glaring at her sisters, would suddenly change for a much more milder look as her face turned into a small, almost motherly smile.

"At ease, sisters." She'd finally say, gazing out across her warriors.

Indeed, the ire she had initially felt seemed to have given away to a feeling of comfort when she saw all of her warriors present and in good health. Not one of them was missing, which meant that they had all gotten out of the raid on Honor's Watch with their lives intact. The moment she had separated from her warriors during the attack on the castle, she had feared the worst. It was good to see that her fears had not come to realization.

"I will not berate you tonight, girls." Serphia said with a smile, getting no few confused expressions in return from her sentinels as she began to walk through the corridor between her warriors, hands held behind her back.
"In fact, you all impressed me. In this evening, we broke into one of the most fortified and secure points in all of Stormwind! We defeated their greatest of champions who tried to oppose us, we evaded their clumsy counterattacks, and we all got away with barely as much as a scratch! Tonight, we humiliated the apes in their very own capital, and that deserves celebration!"

Some of the sentinels, who had looked pale as ghosts just earlier, fearing the worst from their Mistress, now beamed with glee, as well as a bit of relief!
Turning around, Serphia would focus on Saleen.

"Sentinel Saleen, show the rest of our sisters where you found that crate. We will return to the High Elf's mansion to resume our rightfully deserved festivities, but I heard complaints about our host's wine storage running dry. Gather some provisions and prepare to leave this wretched fort of blasphemy!"

An unanimous cheer erupted from the sentinels as they suddenly stormed after Saleen to ravage the wine storage of the Cathedral. Smiling after her sentinels as they poured out of the corridor, Serphia would turn to look at Liaena who was standing next to her.

"Do not worry. Your little high elf is in the safest of places. I told you I would take care of him, did I not?" Serphia would smirk down at the black haired girl, all the while resting a hand on her hip.
"I may not like you, but when I give you my word, I will not break it."

Gazing down towards Rithrynn and Liaena, Serphia would turn to look at her 'lieutenant'.

"Sentinel Syn'dial, the humans have crowded the main chamber and will most likely be obstructing the main exit. I want a backdoor exit from this place. Use your human pet, she might be of use." Serphia would instruct, immediately receiving a salute followed by a 'yes, mistress!' from an eager Rithrynn.
"Oh, and find a solution for the two lovebirds, Lithrielle and Aleena. I'd hate to disturb them, but they'll be coming with us."

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I'll be waiting for either Andro and/or Eisenhorn to post before I write my next one, just sayin' ^^

I'd be genuinely surprised to see a Pumpkins post tonight! xD

Let's Discuss our Standards.

I don't normally GM, but I have some clear ideas about the RPs I join :P

For most RPs, especially new ones, I expect people to post at a frequent rate. At least once per day, or faster.

A RP's most important assets are its constituent players, and for a group of strangers to get together, learn to know each other and form an effective relation with one-another is going to require medium to high intensity interaction between the players, both in the IC and OOC space.

I don't like to be pushy, but I feel that if we're ever gonna make a fun and coherent RP, it's going to require a degree of personal commitment from the participating players.
it's just like any party or event IRL. If people aren't in it, showing up late, constantly distracted or otherwise not interested, then they quite frankly just end up damaging the event :(

And yes, some might classify me as the "psycho-poster" ^_^

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sorry to see you go, @TauGirl :< we never meant to leave you out in the cold for that long.

It is kind'a going at a snail's pace now...

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How is that time schedule of yours looking for the next couple of days, @Skyrte? :P

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Ill be posting sometime tomorrow to get us rolling towards that big bad ominous thing

first to the brothel though.

@Skyrte

Yay! For a moment there I thought we had lost you :P

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Adrianne would raise an eyebrow at Stukov and Aviza's commentary as they talked about the gesture behind the pastry offering, her violet eyes switching from Stukov to Aviza with an odd gaze.

She did not mind a friendly gesture aimed at improving relations, which she ideally considered common social etiquette. On the other hand, it almost sounded as if Stukov was raising a question about just how far said friendly gesture went, and to what end! With Stukov's attention on them, Adrianne would secretly shuffle herself a few inches away from Aviza.

"If you fight as good as you bake, Celestian, then our mission on this planet is already a success." Adrianne would finally comment with a small smile as she looked towards Aviza. Although Aviza still retained her hot-headed impulsiveness and holier-than-thou attitude that was so common for the rest of her order, it was still nice to see that she was capable of being a normal human as well. Something Adrianne had never really thought of the sisters as.

When Stukov attempted to activate M4R1-A projector, the skull did not seem to respond to him at all.

"It's voice-locked. Unless you're a really good voice imitator or really good with a screwdriver, it'll only respond to my commands." Adrianne would explain to Stukov, before she repeated his command, except modified it as to start a little further into the recording.

The idea that she had missed some vital tidbit from the video recording because of her falling asleep on the sofa did at first seem a little implausible to Adrianne, but when she saw the part of the recording where M4R1-A went away from the battle to journey on its own little adventure through the galleries expansive ventilation system, her eyes would widen.
At the sight of the three mysterious individuals, the psyker seemed genuinely surprised. The boy named Alpheous, the unnaturally large and curvaceous woman, and the blond psyker who lead them.

"Stop at 24:32."

Adrianne would suddenly comment, causing M4R1-A to freeze the video in a picture where they saw all three of the mysterious strangers in the room. Listening to Stukov and Aviza's comments, Adrianne would simply stare at the picture in the meantime.

"Alpheous, we have a name. Boss might want to know about this recording, for review once the mess at the brothel has been dealt with, one way or another. Shall I pass word along to him, or one of you two have something else you need to speak to him about at the same time?"

“Maybe heading back to that location and searching the area they were in would help us track them down or at least give us some sort of hint. A name is also a fantastic lead but the burning brothel should be taken care of first in my opinion.”

"It's probably best to summon the Inquisitor to see this for himself before we leave for the Brothel." Adrianne reasoned as she stared at the picture of the mysterious figures, before turning to look at Aviza and Stukov.
"What's more, we also know that these three suspects left in what they described as a truck through what must have been some back or auxiliary exit, probably at one of the lower levels. Possibly connected to one of the many underground highways. We also have a rough timestamp of the time they left the gallery, which we can combine with local traffic surveillance to perhaps get a picture of their truck, or even track their movements in the hive city!"

Adrianne spoke as she looked to Aviza and Stukov, when she suddenly could feel a strange yet powerful sensation wash over her like an invisible tidal wave of emotions! A subtle yet deep tremor; no, a roar echoed across the entire planet, inaudible to anyone with a weak connection to the warp. Whatever its source, its presence was unmistakable, for it was an entity of great power, not at all from this world! And the idea that something had managed to anger such a powerful entity to begin with could never be a good sign!

"By the Emperor, it can't be... !"

To Stukov and Aviza, it was as if Adrianne had almost frozen on the spot, her pale skin becoming even whiter as her violet eyes gazed emptily out across the room.

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" unless they are impure… "

Adrianne would glance down at the phosphorus grenade at the sister's belt when Aviza motioned towards it. She was more than familiar with its effects and abilities, knowing full well that compared to the phosphorus grenade, a frag grenade was a gift of mercy!

For a moment, her mind flashed back to a dark basement room in what seemed like a bunker of some sort. Six wounded and battle weary guardsmen were huddled together in a group at the center of the room, performing weapon checks and tending to each others wounds when suddenly the metal door to the bunker room swung open!
Things were blurred afterwards, but she heard quite clearly the voice of a power armored woman cry out from outside the room: "Cleanse the impure!", before the sound of metal clanking against the concrete floor could be heard as a grenade was thrown into the room, and the metal doors were shut closed by power armored hands behind it!

One of the guardsmen, Marcus, shouted out as he immediately got to his feet and rushed towards the door! But by the time he got there, it was already shut and locked tight!

A fearful moment passed then, before the grenade lying on the ground burst into a consuming white gas cloud caressed with fire that filled the room and consumed the guardsmen in the blink of an eye! Terrified screams filled the bunker as the guardsmen were burned alive both from the outside, as well as inside as they breathed the lethal gas! Some of them twisted around on the floor in pure agony, whilst another stood upright, blinded, and walking clumsily around the room; parts of his skin and uniform burned right off his body!

Her mind returning from the memory, Adrianne would nod slowly, before passing a bag of chocolate covered chips and a bottle of caramel soda to Aviza sitting next to her.

"I'm at least glad you consider me so. I somehow doubt the rest of your sisters would have given me the same treatment." Adrianne would smile slightly as she looked at Aviza, before tossing a quick glance at the bag in her hands.
"I did not believe the sisterhood would ever condone the consumption such lower class junk food among their members. You surprise me, Celestian!"

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I drank too much soju to post

@Lotta Pumpkins

Somehow I knew your plan would never work :P

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"Behold and be judged; witness the righteous verdict smite this heretic for his blasphemous crimes against the false-emperor!" Announced the heretical commander with a loud and booming voice, holding a stolen holy set of imperial scripture in one hand close to his armored breastplate, whilst motioning towards an old priest sat atop a makeshift throne of rubble and bent steel rods.

Overhead, blood-red lighting crackled across the sanguine clouds covering the hellscape. All in front and around the small stage with the heretic commander and priest was the courtyard of an Imperial Guard stronghold, surrounded by high concrete walls and numerous vehicles parked in lines in front of it. In front of them, the 'audience', was a host of captured guardsmen sitting on their knees, with their hands tied behind their backs. Guarding the captured guardsmen was a horde of armored heretics, wearing a combination of ragged, black cloth, scorched carapace armor and unholy, red plate armor carrying the brass seals of Khorne, the chaos god of war and bloodshed.

The priest; an old man with white, silver hair named Venicious Curnus, and donned in a set of humble, brown priestly garbs; sat on the makeshift throne next to the khornate commander playing the role of 'holy' judge, jury and executioner. His hands and feet were tied to the throne by spiked chains, restricting his movement. His clothes were soaked and wet from the gasoline that had been poured all over him, and placed atop of Venicious's head was a laurel made out of barbed wire, cutting into the old man's skull and sending trickles of blood running down all around his face.

"For the crime of spreading false hope of victory against the ruinous powers, I hereby, with the chaos gods as my witness; condemn you to death in the name of the false-emperor!"

The heretic commander reached towards his pocket, to produce a small, silver-tinted lighter. Venicious's eyes had remained closed for the entire charade, only to now be opened as the old priest looked around him and at the audience of captured guardsmen in front of him, all at the mercy of heretic autoguns.

When he saw the grim, terrified, fearful or angry faces of the guardsmen; Venicious would simply smile.

"Do not mourn the passing of a servant of the emperor." Venicious would speak with a calm and seemingly unaffected voice, even though some of the muscles on his face contorted as he secretly fought the pain.
"To give my life in his name was the greatest wish I could ever ask for. Because of that, I die happy."

Venicious would continue to smile, his eyes centering on a female and white haired guardsman kneeling in the first row of prisoners.

When Adrianne noticed the attention centered on her, she would blink as she looked back up at Venicious, lightly shaking her head, but she would not say a word...

The heretical commander would step closer to the throne with Venicious on top of it. Holding up his right hand with the lighter, he'd flick it on, producing a small flame. Holding up Venicious's old scripture book in his other hand, he would hold the texts over the lighter until the old parchment would catch fire and started burning.

"May your misguided ideals burn alongside you! May these unholy flames purge your moral corruption!" The khornate commander spoke, barely able to contain a large smile, before he threw the holy scriptures into Venicious's lap. The flames already engulfing the book would immediately spread to the flammable gasoline spread all over the old priest, and within the blink of an eye, the entire old man alongside the makeshift throne he sat on would be engulfed in a pyre of ravenous flame!

"All glory to the false emperor!" The khornate commander would announce, turning to the spectating crowd with a large grin on his twisted face. A series of laughter and shouts would erupt from the ranks of khornate heretics attending the execution, some of them firing their guns into the air whilst others mocked the priest as he burnt to death.

Adrianne, surrounded by guardsmen both horrified and infuriated, would continue to focus solely on Venicious as the fires burnt around him. Through the flames, she could make out the old man's face. His old smile was still on him, before his face twisted into a tortured grimace as the pain became too overwhelming to bear, and the man cried out in pain as he burned to death on the makeshift throne, his cries drowned out by the laughter and cheer of the celebrating heretics in the courtyard!

*

" ... I have made Apple Pie."

"Wha, whooo?" Adrianne awoke from her dream, staring around her in confusion for a moment, before looking up to see the sister of battle, now standing in front of her, clad in full power armor whilst extending a plate of apple pie.

Adrianne's violet eyes would flicker back and forth between the apple pie and Aviza, as the psyker tried to make sense of things.

What she did know however, was that the pie smelled delicious!

"Oh, thanks!" Adrianne was quick to accept the apple pie with a smile, though at the same time confused by the suddenly very generous gesture from the sister of battle. At the sister's request, she would also be quick to move her feet out of the way, making room for Aviza in the couch. As the sister of battle sat down next to her, she would already take the first bite of the apple pie. And it tasted every bit as good as it had smelled!

"I never thought the sisters could actually cook anything but people!"

"As for the brothel that is engulfed in flames, I personally would like to see this cleansing fire burn away impurity with my own eyes, take that as you will."

Adrianne's chewing slowed down a bit, as she glanced over at Aviza who was sitting next to her, before slowly nodding and continued eating.

"Each to their own, I guess... " Adrianne would mutter. An awkward pause would ensue between them, as if Adrianne wasn't sure what to say to the sister of battle who had just gone from a baking mother figure to psychotic pyromaniac in a single moment! Eventually however, Adrianne would gulp down the last bit of pie on her plate to look over at Aviza.

"My name is Adrianne, I don't think we ever actually got introduced to each other."