Ethanar was roaming around the cellar for some time, where he just kicked one of the barrels which rolled all the way towards Vardamir, possibly tripping him and causing him to fall, while in process hitting one of the large wine shelves and causing all those wine bottles and small barrels to topple over him, making a ton of noise.
“Oops…” Ethanar winced and bit his lower lip, making a run for it!
Serylith was of an event in said cellar, (probably to “borrow” some of the famed wine) and by accident tripped in all the spilled wine from the broken bottles, mistakenly firing an arrow that hits Ethanar and kills him.
As she steps out a void portal - this cellar have the finest bottles in all Suramar, popular target for raiding - , the first thing Reyzeel see is Ethanar, with an arrow in his neck
Then a… Void Elf with a bow?!
Must be a trick!
“An illusion?! What are you hiding?”
Reflexively she throws a void bolt… then again
And again
And again
But the even after the Hunter’s death, the Ren’dorei 'illusion 'stayed…
She falls to her knees
It wasn’t an illusion
While her Voidwalker drags the corpsed to a void portal, she starts crying, face burried in her hands
Making a helpful portal to Dalaran so that the elf might find comfort at the Legerdemain Lounge, she fails to take into account the planet’s rotation and fully anticipate possible interference from the new azerite seams interacting with the bared leystone deposits in the region.
Somehow, Reyzeel ends up in the middle of the intended lounge in a timeline where the scarlet crusade was victorious…
An elaborate scheme, which involves somehow forcing Ashaana into the Absurdly Spacious Bag™ either through trickery, or brute force, then burning the item in question with an almighty flamestrike, reducing it, and all its contents, to nothing but smouldering cinders.
A slow approach as Atheliyah desperately conjures up any spell to try and deter me. The Light will protect me, the Light will not fail me. Once she has exhausted herself to the point of collapse then that’ll be the time to quickly strike, preferably at her ankles so she is incapacitated and can’t flee.
From there, the purification ritual can begin and by the time it ends nothing will be left but a empty shell of someone who used be called Atheliyah.
Making an Enacting of the Broken shore, where Rumika would be Gul’dan, and The Draenei, Varian.
Get her demons to wear her down, Once she is down, She’d plant a kiss ontop of her head, while pouring her magic through her hands and into the Draenei’s torso. Overcharging her and causing her to explode.
Without hope, without witness, without reward.
She would cut down this disgusting reminder of the Legions powers, and ensure her soul remained lost, unable to be returned to life.
As Vollina approaches the site where Death Knight has mercilessly killed the Blood Elf Warlock, she feels rage boiling in her chest.
Seeing the opening Vollina mutters the incantation, slowly the small arcane energies around the mage gather. Concentrating on the Death Knight, she sends the blast bursting the armor and hurling the foe on the wall.
Quickly Death Knight gathers the posture, her chest armor shattered and flash peeled to bone. She death grips the mage, with her swords ready to impale her on spot. But on the last moment as if the ghost the image fades into arcane dust. Before death knight could spot what was going on, Vollina comes so very close, her Armor fortified with arcane radiance and her sword bright as cosmic stars. Vollina quickly slashes Aerilaa just below the shoulder, severing the nerve and disarming the opponent and quickly fades out of sight yet again. Shocked by the speed and accuracy Aerilaa grabs her other sword and surrounds herself in Magic shield, but being too weakened she feels arcane energies gathering around her as she feels the volatile energies lifting her from the ground. And Suddenly, she is hurling towards the ground. Unable to move from the impact, last thing Aerilaa sees as Vollina blinks near her shattered body kneels down and softly whispers “This is not going to be pretty” and gives a cheeky smirk, as she drives her enchanted sword into Aerilaa eye socket, the pain was so sharp that it numbed all the sensation (whatever the death knight felt), her undeath body resisted the death, which made her witness as Vollina in quick succession pulled the knife out and drove into another eye socket. Clearly getting bored from her prey, she put her hand on Aerilaa’s face and with an short incantation the head burst into small pieces, the rotten flesh and brain splattering all over the room.
While patroling the Broken shore for remains of Legion’s minions, Shalim witnesses a battle screams far away. He decides to investigate these shouts because his knowladge is telling him, that these are not from any Demon he encountered.
When he is near behind a rock, he uses his spectral sight to prepare for a battle and think off a strategy. Then he is suddenly dissapointed when he cannot find any demon. Just a Nightborne mage battling with a Draenei death knight.
Shalim is not interested in faction war and other nonsences like that, he just wants to have his quest done. He knows that he should continue patroling and finish his duty which was given to him by Kayn Sanfury himself… But he cannot pass on this entertainment.
After a moment the death knight fell on the ground while being killed with one of the most cruel ways possible. Shalim liked the style of this mage.
Shalim proceeds to fatigued Nightborne to congratulate her and ask her if she needs assistance to get back to Suramar.
But the Nightborne suddenly blinks as Shalim comes closer. Feeling endangered she roots Shalim in place and after that she begins with casting a lethal spell. Shalim knows that before he explains his intententions, he will be lying next to the death knight. So he reverses magic, freeing himself. Then he consumes the mage’s spell and locks her from the school of magic for a few seconds.
Then he slashes the mage.while also hesitating with next strike to give the mage chance to give up. Shalim feels that it would be dishonest to kill fatigued mage who is also running out of Mana.
But the mage blinks away and throws frozen orb at Shalim as her last resort. Nasty icicles begin to rain from above.
Shalim realizes his mistake as he feels the frozen pain. He then dashes forward, stunning the mage and ending her life the quickest way possible. He cut her head off.
I would oil his well-toned abs and biceps…
… with holy oil.
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Drink a giant growth potion and sit on you in bear form. Begone thot!
“Stwike him centurion! Vewy woughly!” Thuldrell’s better says, referring to the captured druid who insisted on badmouthing the Horde’s forces.
Twas truly a brutal slap.
Drink a Giant Growth Potion combined together with my Demon Form and sit on him.
“Oops … I thought druids doubled as mounts!”
Edit: “Oh wait, that was a Orc,- errr, Nightborne?”
“Hello sister, how many demons have you hunted today?”
Shalim comes to his fellow Illidari with a honest smile. But Zirahael seems absend-minded.
Shalim didn´t know that Zirahael drank a Giant Growth Potion and that she is still recovering from strange experience she just went through hour ago.
“Oh, you look tired and smashed. Here, take some Fel blood, it helps”
Said Shalim and offered Zirahael a drink.
Zirahael was grateful for Shalim´s care, she accepted the drink and took a sip.
But then it happened. The combination of Giant Growth Potion and fel blood caused Zirahael to lose control over her inner demon. She screamed in pain and terror.
Shalim did´nt know what to do. He was shocked. It was an awful sight.
“Noo, Zirahael ! What is happening to you? Breathe, keep calm”
But it was too late as Zirahael exploded in a big blast.
Sipri stares wide eyed at the Demon Hunter that was left after seeing the other one explode
“You are so fascinating…” she realize the Demon Hunter feels bad over his friend and decided to try and make him feel better, she holds up a conjured cookie with a stretched arm, leaning forward on her toes to try to reach up to the tall elf
“Oh, thank you little one” the Demon Hunter said and ate the cookie whereon he starts to look a little weird, his face scrunch up as he freezes in place, then he just falls down on the ground.
Sipri just looks at the dead elf, blinking a few times with her mouth open, then slowly whispers as she starts to back away:
“I’m so sorry… Apparently that was the killing cookie”
The sound of clapping can be heard as Mahli’ficia emerges from the shadows behind Sipri.
"Impressive, little gnome. " She applauds the Gnome.
“But, you are still an amateur. Let me show you a real display of mortality!”
With a flick of her wrist, she summoned her own great, 14ft tall Shivarra warrioress. Armed with six swords, the demon spreads them out; stepping before her mistress; before slicing them down towards Sipri in a move that would have turned a fully-sized Orc into filet!
… only for them all to miss due to the Gnome’s short stature.
" … "
Seeing the Gnome still untouched, Mahli’ficia glares up at her demonic servant in obvious annoyance; then quickly casts a Disintegration Ray spell at the Gnome, turning Sipri to dust on the spot to hide up the emberassment!
“It’s alright… nobody saw that!” She mutters reassuringly to herself, dusting her gloves off Sipri’s residue.
Seeing that her enemy was able to summon a Shivara , Sahoenna deduced that frontal assault was ill advised. She probably could have overpowered her enemy… but why risk when she created a perfect trap. Counting on inherent pride of any true elf she challenged Mahlificia to a chess duel , picking Icecrown as their arena of battle.
The game went really back and forth though Magistrix did not plan to win , only to stall the game long enough for her plan to work. And after nearly hour and a half of intense thinking , with both players nearly out of time she looked at her dead opponent and smirked ending her turn.
“You really should have put on some warmer clothes…”
While the idea of a magical duel between a Shal’Dorei Arcanist and a Kaldorei “Mage” would be interresting, Thyrellas would not waste her time nor energy to such tirvial thing
She would simply hire Ethanar to take care of Sahoenna, while she would stay in Suramar, sipping Arcwine and watching duels between the champions of other Nightborne nobles
Approaching from behind, Goreblood would grab Thyrellas arcwine; smashing it against against her head before grabbing and slamming her face multiple times into the fancy table despite protests from the waitress.
Then, he would grab the Nightborne; bloodied and battered; and carry her towards the restaurant’s ledge and throw her off the beatific railing and down into a 200ft drop into Suramar’s streets.
Watching the elf splatter like a blueberry against the stylish streets of Suramar down below, Goreblood would then mutter and grumble something about how he as an Orc dislikes dishonorable combat and generally look unhappy about it.