After being assaulted by the angry human, Nendrovus, in a desperate attempt to save his hide uses a supposed scroll of fireball which, against all odds and common sense, did what it was supposed to do. Leaving a smoldering pile of ash and a bewildered salesman.
"Wait, that actually worked!?"
Enjoying the Brewfest frivolities (and free ale!) a little too much, Minnie took it upon herself to drunkenly moon passers by.
Not a sight for the faint-hearted; brave heroes and working men of the Horde found themselves fleeing from the scene or upchucking into their horned helms. For Nendrovus it was too much, for he had not witnessed such an affront to good-taste and decency since the occupation of Suramar.
Reeling, he grabbed for his chest, and with his last gasping breath made sure to sound reasonably appalled as his world grew black.
He died, not with a bang, but a "Hmph!"
Not a sight for the faint-hearted; brave heroes and working men of the Horde found themselves fleeing from the scene or upchucking into their horned helms. For Nendrovus it was too much, for he had not witnessed such an affront to good-taste and decency since the occupation of Suramar.
Reeling, he grabbed for his chest, and with his last gasping breath made sure to sound reasonably appalled as his world grew black.
He died, not with a bang, but a "Hmph!"
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Transmutes her insides into mosquitoes, gnats, bees and wasps which tear her body from the inside out.
Freeze his blood with an 'Indignant Frostwhelp'. His entire body goes blue very quickly but death takes a little while.
Elyssa. That's an one Laurenn has been planning for a while. Thinking out the best way to accomplish her goal, seeking for a way to certainly get away with a murder of Alliance's soldier... it had to be gone, to avoid someone potentially wreaking havoc on her homeland. So after the long period of thinking, Laurenn's got this.
To deal with the fact someone might've been a witness when everything doesn't go her way, Laurenn has employed illusion magic. Enough of a change so that no one could notice it's her with a naked eye. She made herself look like a... human woman. Blonde hair, thin body shape, face looking like someone in their late thirties. She's wearing the Church of the Holy Light uniform (Runecloth Robe). Someone who doesn't stand out that much in general, a typical priestess one would say.
That typical priestess Laurenn is concealed as begins following Elyssa from a safe distance, before she gets away to a place where any sorts of witnesses are rather unlikely to appear. Once they're here, she starts. With a couple of skillful motions with her palm and silently invoking an incantation in Shath'Yar, she sends a wave of throbbing headache to the Death Knight's mind, as a way to distract her a little for a moment.
That time she uses to close off the distance, a swift blink near the Death Knight while the spell still affects her. She pulls out a dagger, at first wrapped in some paper. She unwraps it, revealing that there's a faint Light glow around it. Enchanted. She's really prepared for that, fighting a Death Knight the way that gives her most chances to succeed.
The woman acts quickly. Once she's near and has drawn her enchanted dagger, she sends a quick stab to the side of Elyssa's throat. That's what seemed to be the most accessible of her bodyparts uncovered with Saronite armor. The Void spell would've also stopped by the time of the stab, now only the Light damaging her.
Afterwards, the "human" reaches to her waist and pulls out a vial filled with some sort of liquid. She uncorks the vial and pours what is inside on the Kaldorei before she'd get to turn around. It ends up being Holy Water. Ouch. After discarding the vial, Laurenn mutters to Elyssa. Her voice's also different, none of the voidy "echo" to it.
"Sorry about it being so painful... you lot are hard to get rid of using conventional methods."
To finish this off, Laurenn swiftly blasts Elyssa with pure Arcane energy. That should've been enough to end this. Once her victim seems to fall down, she runs off the plain sight, breaking the illusion the moment she ends up being in a back alley she expects no one else to be in. Hopefully, no one ever figures out.
To deal with the fact someone might've been a witness when everything doesn't go her way, Laurenn has employed illusion magic. Enough of a change so that no one could notice it's her with a naked eye. She made herself look like a... human woman. Blonde hair, thin body shape, face looking like someone in their late thirties. She's wearing the Church of the Holy Light uniform (Runecloth Robe). Someone who doesn't stand out that much in general, a typical priestess one would say.
That typical priestess Laurenn is concealed as begins following Elyssa from a safe distance, before she gets away to a place where any sorts of witnesses are rather unlikely to appear. Once they're here, she starts. With a couple of skillful motions with her palm and silently invoking an incantation in Shath'Yar, she sends a wave of throbbing headache to the Death Knight's mind, as a way to distract her a little for a moment.
That time she uses to close off the distance, a swift blink near the Death Knight while the spell still affects her. She pulls out a dagger, at first wrapped in some paper. She unwraps it, revealing that there's a faint Light glow around it. Enchanted. She's really prepared for that, fighting a Death Knight the way that gives her most chances to succeed.
The woman acts quickly. Once she's near and has drawn her enchanted dagger, she sends a quick stab to the side of Elyssa's throat. That's what seemed to be the most accessible of her bodyparts uncovered with Saronite armor. The Void spell would've also stopped by the time of the stab, now only the Light damaging her.
Afterwards, the "human" reaches to her waist and pulls out a vial filled with some sort of liquid. She uncorks the vial and pours what is inside on the Kaldorei before she'd get to turn around. It ends up being Holy Water. Ouch. After discarding the vial, Laurenn mutters to Elyssa. Her voice's also different, none of the voidy "echo" to it.
"Sorry about it being so painful... you lot are hard to get rid of using conventional methods."
To finish this off, Laurenn swiftly blasts Elyssa with pure Arcane energy. That should've been enough to end this. Once her victim seems to fall down, she runs off the plain sight, breaking the illusion the moment she ends up being in a back alley she expects no one else to be in. Hopefully, no one ever figures out.
13/10/2018 11:53Posted by ColdshádeElyssa. That's an one Laurenn has been planning for a while. Thinking out the best way to accomplish her goal, seeking for a way to certainly get away with a murder of Alliance's soldier... it had to be gone, to avoid someone potentially wreaking havoc on her homeland. So after the long period of thinking, Laurenn's got this.
To deal with the fact someone might've been a witness when everything doesn't go her way, Laurenn has employed illusion magic. Enough of a change so that no one could notice it's her with a naked eye. She made herself look like a... human woman. Blonde hair, thin body shape, face looking like someone in their late thirties. She's wearing the Church of the Holy Light uniform (Runecloth Robe). Someone who doesn't stand out that much in general, a typical priestess one would say.
That typical priestess Laurenn is concealed as begins following Elyssa from a safe distance, before she gets away to a place where any sorts of witnesses are rather unlikely to appear. Once they're here, she starts. With a couple of skillful motions with her palm and silently invoking an incantation in Shath'Yar, she sends a wave of throbbing headache to the Death Knight's mind, as a way to distract her a little for a moment.
That time she uses to close off the distance, a swift blink near the Death Knight while the spell still affects her. She pulls out a dagger, at first wrapped in some paper. She unwraps it, revealing that there's a faint Light glow around it. Enchanted. She's really prepared for that, fighting a Death Knight the way that gives her most chances to succeed.
The woman acts quickly. Once she's near and has drawn her enchanted dagger, she sends a quick stab to the side of Elyssa's throat. That's what seemed to be the most accessible of her bodyparts uncovered with Saronite armor. The Void spell would've also stopped by the time of the stab, now only the Light damaging her.
Afterwards, the "human" reaches to her waist and pulls out a vial filled with some sort of liquid. She uncorks the vial and pours what is inside on the Kaldorei before she'd get to turn around. It ends up being Holy Water. Ouch. After discarding the vial, Laurenn mutters to Elyssa. Her voice's also different, none of the voidy "echo" to it.
"Sorry about it being so painful... you lot are hard to get rid of using conventional methods."
To finish this off, Laurenn swiftly blasts Elyssa with pure Arcane energy. That should've been enough to end this. Once her victim seems to fall down, she runs off the plain sight, breaking the illusion the moment she ends up being in a back alley she expects no one else to be in. Hopefully, no one ever figures out.
You ! I usually don't attack or prejudice any males or females players and characters UNLESS provocated, searched or insulted/berrated of your new excellent breed and Lady Alleria's people.
Who is a foundating member of the Son of Lothars and always helped the Human Kingdom of Stormwind even in the Batthe of Lordaeron she was benevolent and uninterested and helped but i need to feed... !!! and more so: There can be only one !
I'll make it quick you won't suffer though ... I would quietly walk to the apprentice magi with recklessness talented already up , then charge like a Blitz, inimidating shot it and rampage it up to shred and severed piece, no need to go deep on strategy or use n Holds barred, arch mistress aclhemy potion master spec ,that is a pathethic pvper with barely any experience.
Impale the twig with maimed and severed twig with the off hand two hander and then : There can be only ONE and it's not gonna be you !
Proceed to execute it's head so violently and swiftly with my main two hander in making an attempt for a home run and recive the Quickening !!!
Then pull the corpse with one of my boots kicking it , aaah feeling a little better now ! =)
Though i need more ... !!! Barely any experience, strengh , winsdom and sparks from such a lowbie, the word is called ! ah ah ah =)
Point out its inadequacies in life and leave it to spiral into despair and then kill itself.
Then give the Ren'dorei a polite nod and depart for the time being. With creatures as particularly vile as that human wandering around, even enemies can temporarily become allies.
Then give the Ren'dorei a polite nod and depart for the time being. With creatures as particularly vile as that human wandering around, even enemies can temporarily become allies.
If the unfortunate situration should arraise where Arylin would have to strike down Tethenar, She would do so with tears in her eyes and ofcourse, it being a merciful kill.
Once the deed is done, should it ever come to that. Rumi would sing a small song in Thassarian.
Once the deed is done, should it ever come to that. Rumi would sing a small song in Thassarian.
After a complication that ends with Snuggles getting impaled by Tureemos' sword Rumi begins to rain felfire and death down around Tureemos. Survicing, but getting badly burned he calls down a Warframe.
Not much else needs to be said really.
Not much else needs to be said really.
Tureemos; being the over-the-top hero and sharing Artificer Ramuul's taste for overkill; calls down his mighty warframe to unleash overpowering devastation on his foe!
Little did the Lightforged Draenei notice however, that Mahlificia had placed a Void Portal in the seat of his warframe, and so the Lightforged Draenei suddenly finds himself floating in the eternal darkness of the void with nothing in sight.
Perhaps Tureemos might ponder the meaning of existence there... !
Little did the Lightforged Draenei notice however, that Mahlificia had placed a Void Portal in the seat of his warframe, and so the Lightforged Draenei suddenly finds himself floating in the eternal darkness of the void with nothing in sight.
Perhaps Tureemos might ponder the meaning of existence there... !
Without a second thought Arathelle would ambush the Ren'dorei sorcerer, revealing herself from the covers of the nature and pinning down the Ren'dorei by her bow.
But Mahlificia doesn't seem to go down that easily as she uses a void rift to distance herself from the Survivalist and irritating Arathelle with her tormenting little spells.
Having had enough, Arathelle draws out an arrow coated in incapacitating venom, firing it towards the Ren'dorei. And she doesn't miss.
Mahlificia lets out a gasp when the arrow hits her lower ribcage. The Ren'dorei quickly attempts to remove the arrow from her body, but is soon brough on her knees by the quickly incapacitating venom. Not saying a word the Survivalist walks up to Mahlificia with an arrow pointing down to the Ren'dorei.
"Alliance or not, I guess there's a reason not even the Horde would want your kin'. Your people left the Alliance once already... How do we know you won't do it again?" Arathelle coughs through the last part of her question, struggling to remain her voice consistantly clear. With the poison's effects starting to fade already, Arathelle shoots down the sorceress before getting an answer from her.
But Mahlificia doesn't seem to go down that easily as she uses a void rift to distance herself from the Survivalist and irritating Arathelle with her tormenting little spells.
Having had enough, Arathelle draws out an arrow coated in incapacitating venom, firing it towards the Ren'dorei. And she doesn't miss.
Mahlificia lets out a gasp when the arrow hits her lower ribcage. The Ren'dorei quickly attempts to remove the arrow from her body, but is soon brough on her knees by the quickly incapacitating venom. Not saying a word the Survivalist walks up to Mahlificia with an arrow pointing down to the Ren'dorei.
"Alliance or not, I guess there's a reason not even the Horde would want your kin'. Your people left the Alliance once already... How do we know you won't do it again?" Arathelle coughs through the last part of her question, struggling to remain her voice consistantly clear. With the poison's effects starting to fade already, Arathelle shoots down the sorceress before getting an answer from her.
Having seen one of her kin shot by a Kaldorei survivalist, she immediately runs towards the two! Yet she's too slow in her actions to truly do anything at that point. The ren'dorei is already dead, the person who committed such act has managed to flee the scene. At least she managed to remember the attire the huntress was wearing, knew who to search for in the future if she was to put her revenge plan into life. Before walking away, Laurenn pulled out the arrows from the dead Mahlifcia's corpse, figuring out that the death has probably not been the quickiest.
It took a while for the young sorcress to track the Kaldorei down, but she's eventually managed. Late evening, in some woods. She has found the huntress while unnoticed herself, a perfect opportunity! She first started off with a distraction of a sort. Having spotted a wolf prowling nearby, Laurenn maintained a connection with its mind and caused it to leap onto the huntress. Arathele would've of course heard the movement and shot it down, this is within her area of expertise as a Survivalist.
Yet, the mind-controlled wolf being sent the way was merely a distraction. During its leap Laurenn has begun muttering a spell incantation to fire a shadowbolt into Arathele's side while she'd be distracted shooting down the animal. Immediately after the shadowbolt's impact, during the initial shock of her "prey", Laurenn would've attempted another bolt, this time towards the chest. One which the Survivalist was expecting to come, so she's had a chance to dodge. Won't be that easy, Laurenn.
There, a lengthy fight has started. An hour-long play, where one side fires countless arrows while Laurenn returns the favour with shadowbolts. Most of the projectiles would end up being dodged, or in Laurenn's case reflected by weak mana-barriers if her reaction time wasn't quick enough to make a dodge in time. And it would be going that way until one's exhaustion or Arathele's running out of hours, unless a certain turning point...
Laurenn saw that this battle is leading to nowhere, and found herself at a disadvantage as the voices in her head were becoming more and more intense with each bolt she's summoned and fired. So she's made a change in her approach to the fight, a turning point which has drastically changed the expected ending. After using a blinking spell to avoid one of the multiple arrows aimed at her the night, she's moved herself off the Survivalist's sight and threw a short-lasting invisibility spell. Couldn't be seen, making the huntress dependant on her other senses.
The spell was however, as mentioned, short-lasting. After fifteen seconds or so, Laurenn could be seen again... four Laurenns in fact, one at each of Arathele's sides. The front, the back, the left, the right. It would've been a clear thing that three of them are merely illusions... but how to identify the real one? The Kaldorei ended up being short on time, as each of them began conjuring a potent shadowflame boulder they could fire in Arathele's direction. The surrounded woman had to make a decision, to shoot down one of them. Twenty-five percent chances she'll guess right and get rid of the mage who was clearly incapable of dodging.
And so, she picked. With a swift spin, she turned backwards and shot the Laurenn there. The arrow has... caused her to vaporise? It was clear at this point, she's in trouble, wrong pick. Not so long after, she could've felt the shadow energy strike at her back as the spell was eventually fired, sweeping her off her feet and causing her drop her bow on the ground. The shadow spell used has immobilised her body and seemed to be burning her alive, just as if she was getting set aflame. There, Laurenn walked towards her. The real one. She opened her mouth, to give the Kaldorei a goodbye speech.
"Not so pleasant now, is it? Lying on the ground. Helpless. Incapable of making a single move. You know what's ironic? You've betrayed the Alliance, in the hopes of saving it. Having killed a 'traitor', you've become one yourself. One I've got to put down... glory to the Blue Lion, I guess. Your service's over."
The shadowmancer has cast her last spell before walking away from the other elf, making some motions with her palm and saying an incantation in Shath'Yar. She didn't find the slow passing out to be enough of a revenge, no. She's also put an image in Arathele's mind for her last minutes. A realistic vision of the Teldrassil's burning. After which she walked off.
It took a while for the young sorcress to track the Kaldorei down, but she's eventually managed. Late evening, in some woods. She has found the huntress while unnoticed herself, a perfect opportunity! She first started off with a distraction of a sort. Having spotted a wolf prowling nearby, Laurenn maintained a connection with its mind and caused it to leap onto the huntress. Arathele would've of course heard the movement and shot it down, this is within her area of expertise as a Survivalist.
Yet, the mind-controlled wolf being sent the way was merely a distraction. During its leap Laurenn has begun muttering a spell incantation to fire a shadowbolt into Arathele's side while she'd be distracted shooting down the animal. Immediately after the shadowbolt's impact, during the initial shock of her "prey", Laurenn would've attempted another bolt, this time towards the chest. One which the Survivalist was expecting to come, so she's had a chance to dodge. Won't be that easy, Laurenn.
There, a lengthy fight has started. An hour-long play, where one side fires countless arrows while Laurenn returns the favour with shadowbolts. Most of the projectiles would end up being dodged, or in Laurenn's case reflected by weak mana-barriers if her reaction time wasn't quick enough to make a dodge in time. And it would be going that way until one's exhaustion or Arathele's running out of hours, unless a certain turning point...
Laurenn saw that this battle is leading to nowhere, and found herself at a disadvantage as the voices in her head were becoming more and more intense with each bolt she's summoned and fired. So she's made a change in her approach to the fight, a turning point which has drastically changed the expected ending. After using a blinking spell to avoid one of the multiple arrows aimed at her the night, she's moved herself off the Survivalist's sight and threw a short-lasting invisibility spell. Couldn't be seen, making the huntress dependant on her other senses.
The spell was however, as mentioned, short-lasting. After fifteen seconds or so, Laurenn could be seen again... four Laurenns in fact, one at each of Arathele's sides. The front, the back, the left, the right. It would've been a clear thing that three of them are merely illusions... but how to identify the real one? The Kaldorei ended up being short on time, as each of them began conjuring a potent shadowflame boulder they could fire in Arathele's direction. The surrounded woman had to make a decision, to shoot down one of them. Twenty-five percent chances she'll guess right and get rid of the mage who was clearly incapable of dodging.
And so, she picked. With a swift spin, she turned backwards and shot the Laurenn there. The arrow has... caused her to vaporise? It was clear at this point, she's in trouble, wrong pick. Not so long after, she could've felt the shadow energy strike at her back as the spell was eventually fired, sweeping her off her feet and causing her drop her bow on the ground. The shadow spell used has immobilised her body and seemed to be burning her alive, just as if she was getting set aflame. There, Laurenn walked towards her. The real one. She opened her mouth, to give the Kaldorei a goodbye speech.
"Not so pleasant now, is it? Lying on the ground. Helpless. Incapable of making a single move. You know what's ironic? You've betrayed the Alliance, in the hopes of saving it. Having killed a 'traitor', you've become one yourself. One I've got to put down... glory to the Blue Lion, I guess. Your service's over."
The shadowmancer has cast her last spell before walking away from the other elf, making some motions with her palm and saying an incantation in Shath'Yar. She didn't find the slow passing out to be enough of a revenge, no. She's also put an image in Arathele's mind for her last minutes. A realistic vision of the Teldrassil's burning. After which she walked off.
The borders of Eversong are peaceful at this time of year... as they always have been. Not wanting to miss the beautiful fall Laurenn decides to take the risk of visiting her former homeland. Donning merely a hood she wanders the woods with nothing more than her spellbook in hand and all seems peaceful, certainly no Horde patrols are in this end of the wilderness.
That proved to be a mistake. Sergeant Thuldrell was one such soldier on patrol, albiet moreso due to his own wants rather than direct orders. He too admires the beauty of Eversong... However, tonight the trees won't be the only thing crimson.
Grumbling to himself about an officer scolding him for insubordination; he spots a cloaked blood elf down the path. Normally he wouldn't care, not his problem, but perhaps she was a criminal? Somebody he could arrest to repent for his inadequacy? She was definitely nervous as the Sergeant passes by.
Laurenn makes atleast several meters of distance before Thuldrell makes his decision and screeches for her to halt and state her business. She only walks faster and prepares a spell in case things get messy.
The Nightborne, naturally, does not take kindly to being ignored. He pursues whilst drawing his gladius.
"ONE LAST WARNING! HALT!"
The Void Elf turns and readies her spell, the force of which blows her hood off her head after she fires, but alas; a clean miss. The soldier is now in a full sprint, and she decides to use a mirror image spell.
This, sadly, did not work either. Thuldrell does not even take time to think about which one the real scoundrel is and simply tackles a random shade as she readied a shadowflame bolt. Of course, its the real one. He grabs her up by the throat and bashes her head against the ground. And while she lays on the ground battered, broken, disoriented, and stunned, he utters a single word before plunging his blade into her chest.
"Weak..."
That proved to be a mistake. Sergeant Thuldrell was one such soldier on patrol, albiet moreso due to his own wants rather than direct orders. He too admires the beauty of Eversong... However, tonight the trees won't be the only thing crimson.
Grumbling to himself about an officer scolding him for insubordination; he spots a cloaked blood elf down the path. Normally he wouldn't care, not his problem, but perhaps she was a criminal? Somebody he could arrest to repent for his inadequacy? She was definitely nervous as the Sergeant passes by.
Laurenn makes atleast several meters of distance before Thuldrell makes his decision and screeches for her to halt and state her business. She only walks faster and prepares a spell in case things get messy.
The Nightborne, naturally, does not take kindly to being ignored. He pursues whilst drawing his gladius.
"ONE LAST WARNING! HALT!"
The Void Elf turns and readies her spell, the force of which blows her hood off her head after she fires, but alas; a clean miss. The soldier is now in a full sprint, and she decides to use a mirror image spell.
This, sadly, did not work either. Thuldrell does not even take time to think about which one the real scoundrel is and simply tackles a random shade as she readied a shadowflame bolt. Of course, its the real one. He grabs her up by the throat and bashes her head against the ground. And while she lays on the ground battered, broken, disoriented, and stunned, he utters a single word before plunging his blade into her chest.
"Weak..."
"How lovely, Are you tired, sir?" as out of nowere, a rather cold hand slides down to the Sergeant's shoulder. As the Elven quickly turns to face the scource of the touch and the voice, the being seems to be completely disappeared.
"Oh my apologies, did I scare you?" the voice again speaks from behind the elf, almost whispering to his ear.
Cold sweat dripping down the Sergeant's forehead, the elf stands up ripping out the sword from the Ren'dorei's chest.
"Show yourself!" Thuldrell taunts, as he takes a defensive stance, glancing around him and constantly seeking for the scource of the noise. No one or nothing can be seen however, other than the Ren'dorei's dead and bleeding out body.
"ENOUGH OF THESE GAMES!" He yells, as he notices a sligtly smoking pile of ash next to his feet. Seemingly annoyed the elf steps on the pile, twisting his foot in frustration to spread the ashes.
"Hey, It takes effort to make that perfect pile" Jamison finally appears behind the Warrior again, as the elf turns to face him as a reflex, without an error pointing his sword right at the Warlock.
"You have no business around here" Thuldrell states loud and clear as the Warlock steps out of his rune.
"And what are you going to do about it. Charge me?" He grins behind the mask, both arms wide open no weapons equipped. As so does the elf charge at the Warlock, Jamison just disappears into thin air locating himself elsewhere leaving a pile of ash where he formerly was.
You'll get exhausted like that." he taunts the Sergeant, seemingly amused, however not noticing the hurling weapon Thuldrell threw to his direction until too late. Dazed of the impact Jamison takes a few steps back holding his chest where the weapon hit him, this gives the elf enough time to lauch at Jamison and to grab his weapon.
Thinking he would have enough time to just make an end to the trespasser's journey Thuldrell swings the weapon with both hands, hitting it straight under the ribs of the Warlock, where the flesh is soft and there is no bones to interrupt the impact. As the blade makes contact with Jamison, only his clothes plunder to the ground and no body can be seen. Again, a pile of ash and dust lies underneath the clothing. Keeping himself calm Thuldrell turns around remaining his stance, in front of him opening a rift-of sort where the warlock reveals himself again, holding the area of impact with his left hand, blood dripping from between his fingers, the Warlock laughs. "Foolish soldier... Magic will ALWAYS defeat your pathetic weaponry!" With a commanding move Jamison calls forth a rather large (not the biggest tho) Infernal to take care of the elven. The Warlock accepts his own mistake of already getting wonded in the fight and retreats as the Infernal simply makes a nice green toast of the Elven soldier. (Probably only because the Soldier had been exhausted from two fights earlier with the Ren'dorei and Jamison himself).
"Oh my apologies, did I scare you?" the voice again speaks from behind the elf, almost whispering to his ear.
Cold sweat dripping down the Sergeant's forehead, the elf stands up ripping out the sword from the Ren'dorei's chest.
"Show yourself!" Thuldrell taunts, as he takes a defensive stance, glancing around him and constantly seeking for the scource of the noise. No one or nothing can be seen however, other than the Ren'dorei's dead and bleeding out body.
"ENOUGH OF THESE GAMES!" He yells, as he notices a sligtly smoking pile of ash next to his feet. Seemingly annoyed the elf steps on the pile, twisting his foot in frustration to spread the ashes.
"Hey, It takes effort to make that perfect pile" Jamison finally appears behind the Warrior again, as the elf turns to face him as a reflex, without an error pointing his sword right at the Warlock.
"You have no business around here" Thuldrell states loud and clear as the Warlock steps out of his rune.
"And what are you going to do about it. Charge me?" He grins behind the mask, both arms wide open no weapons equipped. As so does the elf charge at the Warlock, Jamison just disappears into thin air locating himself elsewhere leaving a pile of ash where he formerly was.
You'll get exhausted like that." he taunts the Sergeant, seemingly amused, however not noticing the hurling weapon Thuldrell threw to his direction until too late. Dazed of the impact Jamison takes a few steps back holding his chest where the weapon hit him, this gives the elf enough time to lauch at Jamison and to grab his weapon.
Thinking he would have enough time to just make an end to the trespasser's journey Thuldrell swings the weapon with both hands, hitting it straight under the ribs of the Warlock, where the flesh is soft and there is no bones to interrupt the impact. As the blade makes contact with Jamison, only his clothes plunder to the ground and no body can be seen. Again, a pile of ash and dust lies underneath the clothing. Keeping himself calm Thuldrell turns around remaining his stance, in front of him opening a rift-of sort where the warlock reveals himself again, holding the area of impact with his left hand, blood dripping from between his fingers, the Warlock laughs. "Foolish soldier... Magic will ALWAYS defeat your pathetic weaponry!" With a commanding move Jamison calls forth a rather large (not the biggest tho) Infernal to take care of the elven. The Warlock accepts his own mistake of already getting wonded in the fight and retreats as the Infernal simply makes a nice green toast of the Elven soldier. (Probably only because the Soldier had been exhausted from two fights earlier with the Ren'dorei and Jamison himself).
Shoot him with a rifle.
Tear up a Void Rift sending her there for all eternity for thinking that a riffle will dispose of a Warlock.
With a plush Ganymede that devours Afrandir’s soul
Light infused bullet storm
“How about a drink instead of killing, huh? After all, I do miss my Blood Elf friends.”
Pours a drink for both and raises a glass for a toast. “To our health!”
Waits for Niáma to drink it, then starts to chuckle. Of course it is poison.