Sex and the UnderCity
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Blissfully Ignorant
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Blast that Alliance mage...
Harsh muttered under her breath, reaching up to smooth her spiked hair back as she gazed down dispassionately at the corpse of the mage near her feet. The body lay broken and torn, blood seeping from a hundred different tears. The face was unrecognizeable.
Flamestrike. She thought and grinned maliciously.
An extreme way to die... but if you taunted death often enough, it was sure to come looking for you. This mage had been pestering her for hours as she made her way through Felwood. Her tolerance had broken, and the mage had been purified. Yes, purified. Anything less than MECH was unworthy enough to live.
Placing the whistle to her lips, Harsh summoned her raptor and mounted swiftly. Directing the raptor south, she continued on. Her troll hair swept backwards as her mount traversed the steep hills and ravines as they transitioned between Felwood and Ashenvale. She was late for her meeting with Amraam, and Prowl was due to join up with her in the Crossroads. Surely he was waiting on her as well. It wasnt good to keep the Admiral of War waiting for long... unless you were the Grand Admiral.
Harsh giggled as she flew across the terrain aboard her raptor.
Harsh muttered under her breath, reaching up to smooth her spiked hair back as she gazed down dispassionately at the corpse of the mage near her feet. The body lay broken and torn, blood seeping from a hundred different tears. The face was unrecognizeable.
Flamestrike. She thought and grinned maliciously.
An extreme way to die... but if you taunted death often enough, it was sure to come looking for you. This mage had been pestering her for hours as she made her way through Felwood. Her tolerance had broken, and the mage had been purified. Yes, purified. Anything less than MECH was unworthy enough to live.
Placing the whistle to her lips, Harsh summoned her raptor and mounted swiftly. Directing the raptor south, she continued on. Her troll hair swept backwards as her mount traversed the steep hills and ravines as they transitioned between Felwood and Ashenvale. She was late for her meeting with Amraam, and Prowl was due to join up with her in the Crossroads. Surely he was waiting on her as well. It wasnt good to keep the Admiral of War waiting for long... unless you were the Grand Admiral.
Harsh giggled as she flew across the terrain aboard her raptor.
Calyxxx
Supertramp
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OOC: Heya, I have a few characters I'd love to see in this thread, but most of my high lvls are Alliance. I'll stick my lowbie undead in as well tho. Once there's a few more Alliance players, I may thrust my main in.
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Seriph ran. From the inn in Brill she saw the zepplin approaching, and immediatly she jumped up. Running up the hill, she avoided the mongrels easily and ran up the steps to the platform.
"Whew...Rindal would have killed me if I was late." muttering to herself, she turned and noticed another standing near her. "Sorry...I tend to talk to myself sometimes."
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Seriph ran. From the inn in Brill she saw the zepplin approaching, and immediatly she jumped up. Running up the hill, she avoided the mongrels easily and ran up the steps to the platform.
"Whew...Rindal would have killed me if I was late." muttering to herself, she turned and noticed another standing near her. "Sorry...I tend to talk to myself sometimes."
