The Dwarves of Thor Modan (( Open PvP/RP ))

[Wiindriider]

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[Stodesgier]

Stodesgier's gown billowed against the wind as he speeded up whiplash stairs to his study. A swift kick to a sleeping imp sent the small demon flying through the air, crashing the door open.nn"Where is it? Where is it?" He rambled, lancing his bony hands through piles of linens and old tomes. Lazjub had begun to regain himself off the floor when a flying textbook came down on him with a stomache churning crush, a hissing green fluid began leaking out and scouring the floor with putrid vapors. Stodesgiers mad scramble through his old belongings finally stopped as he came across a tattered leather footlocker, bearing the old Damonisch family crest. With a flick of his finger a green felspark was released, piercing the lock and the top flying open. Inside was his old battle regalia, questionable jars containing ominous substances and parts and an old book which he swiftly grasped. He clutched his hearthstone and begain to pour his very essence into the stone.nn Elsewhere, The Oracle Aitana was interrupted from her plans by a small burst of Fel-flame in the center of her hut. Destructive and hungry, the flames hissed and swirled into the form of the warlock appearing before her. "Oracle, we must speak over your possible opponents I fear the worst for you deary." He ushered in a stern voice. and with that the Druidess and the Warlocks illusion checked for any unwanted ears and began his debreifing. "Though the lady Nyx's armies are great. You must prepare yourself with the gift of knowledge against these monstrosities dear girl." He rapidly flipped through the book, its pages springing to life and scrawling portraits as the flames from his fingers licked the pages. n"I fear dearest Asarelah has fallen before the former Thane of Anvilmar Druidess." upon completion of his statement the outward image of his tome shifted into the form of a stout dwarf companioned with a worg. "A marksman in his own right and a cunning tactician. He wields the fabled Wall of Anvilmar Aitana. Have your troops ready for his warriors." He hissed.n"...Wall of." Aitana began to ask but was swiftly cut off by more explanation.n"Among his ranks you should beware of a select few, they are the backbone amongst his assault." Stodesgiers flames lashed the page once more shifting it to another image of a dwarf. He stood like a tower of stone, a greatsword in his hand, "His son Khardun, a swordsmith in his own right." another lash shifted the page to two full grown human males both accompanied by a lion and tiger, their swords raised menacingly "Vauggo and Deko, ex-cheverail." He hissed."They are of the awakened and will call upon their respective animal spirits when needed. You must be mindful, lest your troops fall victim to such trickery." nStodesgier assaulted Aitana's memory with more and more names and battle tactics. All the time Her thoughts flashbacked to her dear friend and where she could possibly be.n"Heed my words dearest oracle. I do not expect you to return, but I admire your effort." One of his common back-handed compliments. "I must be off, there are others to inform." And with that, quick as he had appeared. The illusion hissed and disintegrated into a small violet orb humming at Aitana's feet.

[Miaoyin]

Hi folks... Mia here... I guess this whole mess was kind of my fault... well I just wanted you all to know that I learned a very important lession in all of this...nnThat My Actions Have No Consequences..... ** hacks the head off a nearby innocent human bystandard and does crude pupptet show with it..**nnWhat do you think Mr. Stumpy?nn** Using her hand to move the lower jaw as she has punched up inside the skull ** nI think your cool and sexy!...and don't forget to kill my family!nnI knew it!!... ** kisses the severd head on the lips and tosses it away while skipping, and lightly humming a tune then dissapears **nnLaa... La La...nn( ten minutes later screams are heard and a house is burned down )

[Dracmorda]

OOC: I hate you guys. All the fun shit happens when I'm offline! Seriously though, this looks fun btw, and I'm sorry I missed it! Let me know if I can jump in/assist anywhere. It's really interesting so far and has me hooked!

[Asarelah]

After the battle to recover the Nightwarder, Asarelah leaned against Ulua, as she listened to the Oracle speak.nn"The Dwarves have sworn to wrest this ancient stone tablet from me by any means necessary," Aitana spoke with quiet deliberation in her voice. "So long as they are dead set on taking this from me by force if need be we will not be safe."nnA frown of consternation crossed Aitana’s face. “Foolish dwarves. I probably would have told you to simply give it to them if they had asked. But after that business in Grizzly Hills …” She rolled her eyes and threw up her hands.nn“So you are not going to give them the tablet?”nn“No. They can apologize for their woeful lack of judgment in their treatment of you, or they can forget the tablet. Besides, I am curious about it and you are the one that found it. I wonder why it is so valuable. I think we need to determine that before we give it to them.”nnAsarelah sighed, "Treatment... is that what you call it? I spent hours in frost traps, fire traps and webs... And then that blasted Warlock had the nerve to set his elemental after me. Getting my spirit knocked from my body is not my idea of fun, Aitana!! But yes, let them have it. I shall always strive for peace, by any means possible. IF they do apologize, of course.”nn“It had better be a very thorough and sincere apology after everything you went through if they want peace. And if we find any of them in the vicinity of Warsong Hold, they will feel our wrath.”nnAsarelah gasped in shock. "Are you creating a war zone, Oracle?? Surely not!! We strive for diplomacy and peace...."nnThe outburst made Aitana take a deep breath. For a moment she looked away. Was she making a mistake? Her role in life was to preserve it and to preserve balance. But what of the harm done to her Nightwarder? Surely these hurts could not go unanswered. Her resolve returned as she turned her gaze back to Asarelah. Her calm outward demeanor did not hide the steel in her low, quiet voice.nn"Lah, they showed no compunction in taking you… and harming you. That is unacceptable. We will keep the tablet at Warsong Hold. It is a defensible location in case they try to take it by force. We will remember the standards we saw in battle. They must not be allowed anywhere near Warsong Hold. I hate war, but we will do what it takes to keep it safe. Have I made myself clear?"nnAsarelah blanched white as a sheet, but met the Oracle’s eyes with courage and resolve. "Yes, Aitana. It shall be as you have ordered. The Borean Tundra…. Death to the Alliance...."

[Grethem]

The morning after the slaughter, Grethem stood quietly in the bloodstained fields of Grizzly Hills, a stave in one hand, an ominous ironbound tome in the other. nThe tauren looked at the carnage with a face that resembled disappointment, he set down the stave and tome, and set to work.nnHe went to one of the bodies strewn about the battlefield, and placed a hand upon it. The body seemed to fade into the ground and in its place a light covering of grass came from the upturned soil. He set about doing this to the rest of the unfortunate in the general area until it grew to be less tainted. Satisfied with his work, he walked back to the ironbound tome and picked it up.nnWith reluctance he brought himself to open the tome. A shadowy voice spoke and chided him, seeming to urge him to some dark purpose. He ignored the voice and found the page he was searching for, and read aloud.nn"K'hk u'k'h ek h'ka't ash'k u'k'h..."nn"Stop!" said a different voice, in Taurahe.nnIn front of the druid an apparition formed, it was a young tauren, clad in the vestaments of a hunter, it held an outstretched hand in defiance. Grethem looked in complete shock and stopped reading from the tome, dead cold.nn"I know this isn't what you would do..." the ghost said in a melancholy tone.nnGrethem looked down at the tome with a look of brooding and closed it, he paused for a second and looked at the apparition.nn"Who am I supposed to be!" He shook with rage and hurled the tome at the ghost in fury.nnThe ghost dispersed as the tome hit it in the chest. Grethem knelt and then fell forward to the ground. He gripped the grass in his hands and simply listened to the distant calls of birds.

[Lythanor]

Later that night, in the Ebon Hold:nn"Was your mission successful Bloodblade?" Lord Thorival asked a cold, monotone. nn"Yes my lord...their punishments were swift....and without pity" Lythanor choked out, spitting up blood.nn*Lord Thorival, ignoring Lythanor's distress continued with his own pressing conversation* "Your emotions make you weak Bloodblade, you have become soft and vulnerable, a mere shadow of your former self." Thorival spat, circling the kneeling knight. "Perhaps that connection you made...that mage...should be dealt with."nn*Lythanor, hearing that comment, gripped his axe and suddenly swung at an unconcerned Lord Thorival. Lythanor's axe met a solid wall of coagulated blood as Thorival started to laugh uncontrollably...each swing met to the same effect as the last. After five minutes, Lythanor began to tire and cough viciously.*nn"Is that all?" barked Thorival, "The bloodblade I knew would have easily broken through that petty defense." *Thorival, almost a strange compassion pats Lythanor on the head.* "You must embrace what your once were, if you seek to protect anything.", Thorival whispered. "I know what your hiding...Lythanor Mistwing...lest not let others prey upon that weakness, or it will devour you." *Thorival stalks away to berate the other disciples.*nn"I...promised...I'd protect him..." Lythanor muttered to himself.nn*A raspy childlike voice echos in Lythanor's head* "Oh...? Then I will break that bond bloodblade...then you will be mine...submit to my will...stop resisting..."nn"NEVER!!!" Screamed Lythanor inside his head. *Lythanor's thoughts go quiet as now all that can be heard are Thorival's screams at new recruits, then Lythanor catches something out of the corner of his eye, a single puff of green smoke vanishing from the hearthstone on the table*

[Thulcondar]

My Dear Lady Asarelah,nn I have failed you in your time of need. While I was traveling to far off lands I let you down and I most humbly beg your forgiveness. I would understand if you no longer wish that I be your Champion. But let it be known, that I am yours to command at any moment or time.nnThulcondar

[Asarelah]

*smiles warmly at her Champion*nn"Tis not your failing that I went fishing when and where I did... and only you know how the lure of running water and the fresh salmon draw me on. There will be other times that you shall save me from my folly...." Asarelah whispers.nn*recovers her fishing gear pack from the Oracle, and does not listen to Aitana's blandishments as she prepares to go fishing.... again....*

[Partedhair]

*The click and clack of belt buckles and shoulderpads end with the sound of leather pushing upward locking into place. Bluffwatcher Partedhair follows Hunter Sagewind up to the middle rise. The grey-haired tauren, Hunter Sagewind speaks in fluent Orcish. nn"To the point Partedhair! The bluffwatchers of Thunder Bluff are not Gnomes. We do not and will not fall to childish antics." *Parted continues to walk with Sagewind with his eyes forward. Hunter Sagewind continues.* "I'm speaking of the food situation. Our city cook Aska has found you in a grassbite treat container with your hooves sticking out!" *Sagewind looks around and keeps his voice down as the two tauren walk* nn"Bluffwatchers do not act this way. You will not be wearing that tabard anymore if you get caught again. I warn you this one time. No bluffwatcher gets a second chance. *Parted nods in full attention turning the corner with Sagewind* Chief Cairne Bloodhoof highly admonishes your duty as the only tauren not exalted with Bluffwatcher...and even Orgrimmar to be exact. Why he trusts you, I haven't a clue. But eating from our supply is a sign of weakness. You trust what I ask won't happen again?" nn*Parted lowers his head nodding. Sagewind breaks away from Partedhair and walks with his duel handed axes towards the Chief's tent*