Sinerathin

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

@Sinerathin

Oiz, Shawwy, I made a picture of Shawwy ^^

My Hider

@Rithy

Wow, that's actually pretty neat!

It also gives me a distinct comic book style feel, almost as if you had switched out the blue with black and gray, we could have had Sharon with a secret bat-man identity :P

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Everybody loves speed buffs.

High speed never hurts anyone.

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

There was always something therapeutic about setting together large sets of complicated apperatus and quasi arcane machinery, even if the situation they were in was by all rights a crisis. Still, was he was making the final adjustments to the maze of tin and copper stilts, mirrors and megascopes that now littered his office, Sharon couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility.

"It's good to see that my handiwork hasn't decreased in quality since I last built the hexagonal quantum displacement conduit back in Dalaran. Ahh, good times... "

However, there was one teeny weeny fact that did suddenly take Sharon's attention away from his project.

Noticing that the natural light in the room was suddenly disappearing around him, Sharon lifted up his goggles to throw a quizzical look around. There was a trembling in the floor, one that was growing louder and stronger by every second, as if something big and terrible was coming their way!

"This isn't good!"

Rushing over to the half broken windows of his sanctum and grabbing his staff along the way, he could see the giant backside of Malizia rapidly approaching the north side of the mansion was the giantess was clumsily stepping backwards! He also heard someone call out to evacuate the roof.

"ANUN E'DELEORA ARYTH!!"

With vivid images of bills, property damage and reparations flashing across his eyes, Sharon raised his staff in a desperate effort to create a kinetic field around Malizia that, while probably not enough to prevent all damage, would at least lessen the impact of the giant demoness that was just about to fall onto the north wing of the house!
A surge of stillness suddenly passed through the air behind the mansion and around Malizia, taking much of the momentum out of the giantess, as her shadow closed in.

However, as his eyes passed the side of the northern mansion, Sharon's eyes would suddenly widen as he saw the familiar figure of a black haired girl right in Malizia's path; Liaena!

"LIAENA, GET OUT OF THERE!" Sharon called out. Unsure what to do, he proceeded to point his silver battlestaff towards Liaena, as he cast a Boon of Swiftness on the girl, doubling her speed and movement for a short amount of time!

He had never cast such a spell on Liaena before, and as the giant rear of a giant demoness was descending towards her, there was no time to explain either. Hopefully her new speed wouldn't become too confusing to the little girl...

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"GAAAAHH! GET OFF AND FIGHT ME LIKE A GIRL!!"

"Just what is going on out there... " From where he was digging his uppers torso into a part of the brass, tin and copper apperatus, the High Elven Mage would rise up and tilt his safety goggles to the side as he glanced towards the big hole in his sanctum.

"Precious, irreparable damage... "

Walking over to the edge of the sanctum, he would glance out into the carnage in the garden outside. Although the black smoke and fel-green motes still hung in the air around the garden and obstructed a good portion of the view, Sharon could still manage to see the massive, towering figure of Malizia as she traipsed around, looking dangerously unbalanced and close to falling over at any moment! Darting across her face was a particularly ill-tempered Serphia, and below, a group of Night Elves trying to tie the demon down with some rope!

"Light knows that's not going to ever work... " Sharon muttered as he reached towards a nearby desk to pick up a large, brass loudspeaker, before holding it up to his mouth.

"LADIES, WOULD YOU PLEASE VACATE THE TARGET? THANK YOU!" Sharon spoke in a casual tone, though through the strange, horned device, it was as if his voice became magnified a thousandfold, as to ring out across the garden like a loud boom!

Squinting his eyes as he placed the loudspeaker back onto its desk, Sharon could see out into the garden a tint of blue smoke starting to appear around the perimeter.
It was the outline of Friedrick that caught his attention, as his trusted butler was moving around in the background of the scene in the garden, placing out a long line of mystical blue bags that seemed to exhume an endless, blue azure smoke up into the air; effectively reinforcing the currently fading black, slightly green smoke carpet with a wall of blue smoke to effectively block the view off from the rest of the neighborhood.

"Hopefully this'll reduce the inevitable questions in the next neighbourly meeting... "

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"I presume you are having a wonderful day, Lady Rune?" Friedrick would suddenly commented as he passed by Liaena's hiding place, hands full with a pile of closed, blue satchels as he calmly and professionally opened them one at a time as he was lining the perimeter.
"But, I really must warn you, Lady Rune, that sneaking around like that is not good for your clothes."

Friedrick would say as he threw a worried look towards Liaena's clothes, or at least as worried a look as his professional attitude would allow him to make.
"Not to worry though. The two reserve sets I prepared for you as the day's shenanigans started are still in your room and unspoiled by our guests."

*CRASH*

"DIE-DIE-DIE!"

*Cough*

"I also came to warn you, just so you had a heads up that it's soon... "

*ting!*

"LUNCH TIME!"

Miss Collin's voice could suddenly be heard all out across the garden as the slightly pudgy woman called out, having opened one of the windows to peer out, and apparently wondering where more than half of her usually ravenous guests had gone.

Freidrick paused for a moment, before glancing back at Liaena.

"Tea, crumpets, Lemon Cakes and Sandwiches flavored with Dalaran cheese, to be precise... "

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Burn the weed...

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

"Master Sharon, I hate to be the bringer of bad news... " Sounded Friedrick's ever calm and unalarmed tone as the butler could be seen stepping into Sharon's sanctum as the High Elf was frantically moving about the large apparatus in the middle.

"You wouldn't perchance be referring to the giant demon outside, would you?" Sharon replied without taking his gaze away from the machine as he was carefully adjusting the screws around the cage holding the fel crystals, as if he was disarming a bomb that could blow up in his face at the slightest of provocations!

"No, it is not that... "

"Let me guess, Liaena has unearthed her emergency stash?"

"Not that either, Master Sharon."

"Our dear Captain has gotten wind of my secret liquor storage below the well?"

"No, but that's only a matter of time. The matter I bring you Sharon is concerned with the town guard." Friedrick finally said, moving his hands together behind his back as he stood upright and watched Sharon.

Sharon paused in his work, to finally turn and peer over at his butler while removing the goggles, his azure eyes growing wider.

"What about the guard?"

"I am afraid that our local commander has caught wind of our... situation."

"Good light! Are they here?"

"They were, yes. That is until our exalted guest showed them down the street."

There was a moment of pause as Sharon merely looked at Friedrick, squinting his eyes as he tried to make sense of what the butler had last meant. That would be an attempt that Sharon soon would end, however, as he instead focused on more immediate matters.

"We need to cover this up before they call any further reinforcements!! Mister Friedrick, please call on our favors with the dwarven mining guild! We will need them to cover up this mess! Also, have miss Collins burn some Smokeweed. We need a bigger smoke screen to cover up the show for the rest of the city."

"Sir, are you not forgetting something? ... "

" ... "

Sharon looked at Friedrick for a moment, before he glanced over his shoulder and out the window where Malizia sat in the garden outside.

"Oh, don't worry, I will deal with her. You just get to work on damage control ASAP!"

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

After my last post, and then looking back at my last comment, I suddenly feel like a bit of a hypocrite...

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

"NOOOO! NOT THE YEW TILES!!"

*CRUNCH*

Sharon's crying plea fell on deaf ears as Malizia clawed her long claws across nearly the entire width of the mansion, tearing up wood and furniture and leaving a wide, open gash into Sharon's very own sanctum!

The High Elf had hit the floor in the process, as dust and planks fell all around him. Small bits of rocks and rubble rained from the roof to clang against the delicate apparatuses thathe had set up across the room, now glowing with a haunting green light as the fel energies were nearly reaching critical overload!

And then, as if Kathlin had finally suddenly realized the danger of the situation, the contraption was activated by the click of the remote button, as the blinding green light seeping up from the fel crystals were concentrated into a long open cylindrical framework of glasses and panels, a piercing hum filling the room as it was about to activate.

"Good light... " Sharon merely mumbled, before the entire sanctum was flooded with the same old green light, now beaming out of the window; the fel energies being focused in a green lance that shot out from through the wide gash left by Malizia and out into the garden, hitting the bizarre Draenei-Death-Knight-Rat-monstrosity right in the chest, and momentarily turning the entire giantess into a living, green torch!

A short scream, then the entire garden was covered in a pitch black carpet of dark smoke and burning green cinders!

*Cough* *Cough*

Sharon staggered to his feet in the ruins of his sanctum, his apperatus still standing, though he could see that one of the two fel crystals had lost its bright green glow for that of a mundane, gray one; and was already slowly disintegrating into dust on the spot.

Adjusting his breath mask, the High Elf staggered through the black smoke and dust filling his sanctum, to walk towards the window.

Looking out, all he could see was a blinding black wall of smoke that had devoured the entire mansion and the back garden. He could see green cinders floating around in the air like ghastly figures, and deep, green lines of fel corruption stained the otherwise verdant and white ground of the garden. The air stinked of sulphur and ash, an acidic smell that nearly made his eyes weep even through his protective goggles.

"Did we? ... "

Sharon asked with a hushed whisper as he stared out into the smoking darkness and green flames outside... until two of the green lights suddenly moved, and focused on him from above; a striking resemblance to that of two green snake eyes staring directly down at him.

Then they moved, the ground shook, and Sharon could then see the face of the eyes; as he recognized Malizia's giant face emerging from the smoke above. Two large tattered wings were barely visible through the thick smoke behind her, and Sharon could see that her already dark blue skin had gained a distinct blood red complexion with red lines, giving her a fiercesome appearance! The large foreteeth and fur had been replaced by more sleek, demonic looking features, as Sharon realized what had just happened.

"She is a Draenei! ... was, a... " Grabbing his spellbook, Sharon rapidly shifted through the pages until he reached a page labeled 'Man'ari', and shook his head.
"The beam was too focused and off center. I need to adjust. And quickly!"

Sharon muttered frantically as he put the book aside. Realizing he would need time to prepare another volley, he instead leaned out the window. He couldn't see anyone but the outline of Malizia's new, giant demonic form towering above, but part of him hoped Kathlin and Liaena had remained unaffected by the blast.

"KATHLIN! LIAENA DEAR! We may be experiencing a few arcane-difficulties. Would you mind keeping our guest occupied a little longer while I make some slight adjustments?!"

The High Elf called out from his window before he retreated back into his study, moving to focus on the apperatuses and hoping no big, red hand suddenly reached into his sanctum and grabbed him.
A half rat-draenei-death-knight-hybrid had been bad enough, but a demon Malizia was a whole other level of bad!

"Out of the oven, into the frying pan. Dammit!"

Sharon secretly cursed himself as he cycled the fel crystals using a truesilver prong to avoid physical contact. He hoped no one else had been caught in the blast. The idea of one of the Night Elves possibly having turned into a demon made him shiver. As if their manners weren't bad enough!

Or a demonic Liaena...

"No, no no! Stay on focus, man! If you drop one of these crystals, you're dead! ... how am I ever going to explain this to the neighbors?"

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

@rivaan@Rithy

Some people truly just wish to see the world burn :P

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

"Is that a trace of vanilla extract hidden behind a slight tint of rye I detect?" Sherpa asked as he gently swirled the wine around in his glass, the silver haired High Elf gazing down at the murky red liquid in his crystal glass with an analytic, slightly thoughtful look.
"Hmmm, I would say... the clash of tastes is the trademark of Laione, the age... circa 37 years ago?"

"Very good, Master Sherraine. You are a quick learner!" Exclaimed the other, slightly pudgier human that was sitting across the simple picnic table, clad in an richly adorned and expansive silk and fur cloak as he raised a toast.
"When you claim you have no little previous experience in the fine arts of wine, I find that hard to believe, good sir."

A small smirk etched itself onto the lips of the silver haired High Elf as he leaned back in his cloth chair, letting the bright sun bathe across his otherwise pale skin.

"Unfortunately, my previous occupation left me... unable to sample much of the finer things in life." Sherpa explained after a pause, nodding as he took another sip.
"Besides, it serves to better understand the merchandise that is the prime product of this new estate."

The other man let out a hearty laugh, and slapped his knee.

"You are notorious when it comes to understatements. Wine is my passion, some would say my life; after the metal trade. I would not have told you to buy this property if I was not sure you wouldn't make every effort to utilize its exotic soil to its full potential!" The man laughed, before he motioned with one heavy arm towards the surrounding landscape.

They were situated in the more hilly areas in the western part of Elwyn Forest, a prime area known for its fertile soil and home to numerous villas centered around wine production. Much of the forest had been cut down to allow for large fields of grapes to be set up, and far off in the distance almost a kilometer away below the hill atop of which the men had their picnic, a large, still unfinished villa of a house was being set up, most of the walls and roofs having been already finished. Sherpa shared the small, setup table with at least three other people. The larger man, known as Alan Goodsworth, a taller, thinner man clad in an old, naval uniform named Jonathan, and small gnome wearing a black and emerald satin garb and cloak, with an oversized duffel hat adorned with a plume.

Although it was still early spring, it was still a beautiful day; with clear blue skies all above the villa area, and a warm, gentle breeze blowing across the hills. A magnificent day.

"And an equally terrible one for my brother, I hope..."

Sherpa thought to himself, a coy smile curling across his lips as he imagined what his machinations must have unleashed for his accursed brother!

"Master Sherraine, I must insist we continue with the painting, lest we lose the good sun!" A voice could be heard from the other side of the table, as the gnome jumped out of his chair, and motioned towards the very top of the hill some twenty feet away, a canvas frame having been set up not too far away.
"We still have a couple of hours before I can do the rest myself!"

Letting out a sigh, Sherpa would put down his wine glass as he nodded to the gnome, getting up from his chair as he began to head over to the spot, dressed as he was in a fine, black longcoat with golden trimming over a blue satin shirt, and an exquisite, adorned red shoulder cape hanging over his right arm.

"Very well. Let us continue." Sherpa nodded as he stepped back into position, his break done; all the while the gnome quickly moving behind his canvas after having picked up his brush and palette.

"Not to sour the mood with a more serious topic, but do you think the agent you sent to 'deal with the problem' will be up to the task?" The taller man, Jonathan, asked, his demeanor much more serious than that of the other man at the table.

Sherpa simply smiled as he entered a more regal posture to give the gnome something to work with, placing one hand on the hilt of his runeblade lying in its sheath by his hip and assuming a calm smirk.

"Ohh, I have utmost confidence in the fact that she will be able to fulfill the purpose I gave her. That being to sow chaos for my brother and his goons. And a part of me believes she is doing just fine in that regard... "