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| Animos | May 19 2017, 08:34 AM Post #1 |
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Stranglethorn Vale, the sountern tip of the landmass that is called Azeroth. It was hot and humid, as always, in the mid afternoon. Currently, hidden within the shadows and thick brush, was a Night Elf, clad in leathers and holding a pair of long, thin daggers. Shadowbane had always been a patient hunter. He had seen a man a ways back, clad in slightly outdated plate armor. It was a blue grey in color, darkened to the point of being almost black. The shoulders had a reddish orange set of spikes. A pair of simple blades rested on his hips. Clearly this one shouldn't take long to defeat. The figure he was stalking stood at about 5 foot 9 inches tall. He almost seemed human, but the Horde symbols has sold it. Perhaps a half orc or something by the walk. Springing from the shadows, Shadowbane drove both blades down, scraping across the back of the armor. Oh no... The figure turned around and struck out. A hand wrapping around the taller Elf's throat and a kick to the shins dropping down his height. The figure raised open the helmet. Not only was he wrong, he was very wrong. An Undead man, a forsaken, looked at him. He was thin but not decayed, grayish flesh and a yellow glow to one eye. His left eye however glowed in a dark red, an engraved and rune covered ruby rested in the socket. It was then Shadowbane realized his true error. Rumors have existed for years of the Forsaken with the Ruby eye, Ericnox Shattersoul. "No..." Shadowbane whispered, his eyes wide with terror. Shadowbane kicked Ericnox in the stomach, rolling away quickly. He stood up as the Forsaken drew his swords. As the Elf rose to his full height. Ericnox grinned at him and before he could throw the vanishing powder, slamming a shoulder into the Elf. Both of his blades bit deeply into the flesh of the rogue, rent free, and left droplets of blood. The counter attack seemed to only annoy the Forsaken, who attacked with fury until like what Shadowbane was used to. Each blow was crippling, and he soon found himself on his knees, a cry of pain escaping his lips before the swords once more lashed out, decapitating him in a single stroke. With the rogue defeated, Ericnox took several steps away, kneeling down and smiling as he lifted up his prize, a few small flowers for the potion that had been requested of the Master Alchemist. (So, here is what happened and what inspired it. I played WoW for a long time. Got to an RP server shortly after it opened. I was heavy into the raiding and PvP scene. I ended up getting a full suit of PvP armor that was only a season behind. Thanks to my transfer, it took a bit longer than I had expected. When I joined a guild, I was the only alchemist in the group. A friend had asked for a special potion to help out with his leveling, and had everything but a single ingredient that was a bit expensive on the market. Using online resources I found it was a bit more common in Stranglethorn Vale. So, I fly out there. I had already gotten a bit of a reputation at this point on the server, thanks to both my PvP skills, and my RP skills, and was known in passing at least on the Alliance and well known in the Horde. While I was harvesting the plants, a rogue was waiting for lowbies to gank. He saw me and figured I'd be easy, he was in Tier 5 armor and I was in what looked like tier 4. Should be easy! So this fool hits me with an Ambush, and I use a Fear ability, giving me a second for breathing room. I hit charge (giving me fuel for my abilities), rend (making it so he cannot vanish), thunder clap (damaging his speed), and hamstring (so he cannot run), all that took about 6 seconds. He is already in a bad way. I was in full PvP armor. I could soak an insane amount of damage, and was heavy on the crit. I then proceeded to hit the "Broken Button". I had several abilities that boosted my damage and crit rating. I had made a macro that used all these abilities at once. When activated, I was at 138% chance to crit, 155% damage, and immune to stuns, sleep, and several more abilities. This only lasted about 15 seconds from when it was all going, but it was deadly as sin. In a few seconds, I had the rogue under 20% HP, which let me dump 100 rage into an execute. This ability only worked on a foe below 20%, but did an obscene amount of damage, increasing the more rage you had. A full rage bar against a leather wear (low damage reduction) resulted in an insane number, some place around 12k damage, which as the time was stupid powerful. I then went over, picked my flower, and left. I could have cared less about the fool, I had just wanted flowers. |
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| Animos | May 19 2017, 08:54 PM Post #2 |
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!!!!!! WARNING !!!!!! This story does contain foul language and torture (light as it is). Read at your own risk. Ericnox had been in the Eastern Plagued Lands when the call came in. His helmet had been modified to house their communications device. It hummed as he clicked it over to the private comms. A female voice came through, rough from her working. "Eric? I need a favor. Come to Silvermoon city. We have a... difficult client." "Standard fare for going to Silvermoon." Eric said. "Thousand gold for the visit, five hundred per hour." "We have enough for three hours..." she responded. That was a surprise for Eric. Most people couldn't afford more than the first hour, much less three. Then again... Cel was the leader of a thieves guild, so it made sense. It was a quick flight to Silvermoon, the city of the Blood Elves. Once there, he was quickly approached by one of Cels' minions. He arrived at a small front store. It was a fabric store, and in the basement was Cel. Much like himself she was fully intact and had little decay. Within the room was a Blood Elf woman, she was young, but clearly had information they wanted. "Her name is Alynorisa. She has info on a target, possible links to the Scourge." Cel said, nodding. "I'll handle her." He responded, walking in with a heavy leather briefcase like object. "Oh! A dead man to torture me. How terrifying. Gonna chew on me deader?" She spat at him. At the nearby table, he set down his case and opened it. From within, he pulled a book, opening it to a page with the diagram of an arm. Following that was a small box, and within that was long silver needles. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of it. Next was a wooden box filled with various vials of fluids. Following that was a blacksmith hammer, a small garden trowel, a twisted and warped dagger, a long set of tongs, and a golden looking egg. He left the room, letting her mind wander over what each could be used for. After nearly five minutes, he returned. "My name is Ericnox, what is yours?" "Tanyanna." She said quickly. "I am an easy person to get a long with. Tell me the truth and you don't get hurt. What is your name?" "Fuck off deader!" She hissed. Eric ran a hand over her upper arm, feeling the way her muscles tensed under his chilled fingers. He drew a long silver needle and looked over it for a long moment. "Name?" He said, his time far darker, much more serious. Cel had heard this tone before. When all the humor drained away and Eric got serious. It was usually when people started to die. Her silence was enough... Eric drove the needle into the point where three muscles met up in her upper arm, in the nerve cluster that rested there. The screaming was enough, she had wet herself, tears ran down her face, and she looked at Ericnox like a woman about to be executed. Her rapid words told Eric everything that Cel had needed to know. He was there less than fifteen minutes, and had broken a woman with his basics. When he exited, Cel sat there with a bag of gold. "You terrify even me Eric." "Only five hundred Cel. This was easy." |
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