Shalim’s head shaked. It was a difficult day for him. After such concentrated eye beam channel, he usually is disoriented for a moment. But rarely he misses the target like this.
Was this his inner demon misguiding him? Or just the consequence of fatigue?
He felt guilty, as his failure could cost many unnecasary sacrifices, which he already seen many in his life. He always prayed and thought that the time of preparation and sacrifices is over, but as he seen the void armies, he knew something was not right. Something he missed and was not prepared for.
Then the paladin and warlock appeared. Shalim’s head started hurt really bad now. Light… So many demons. Demons! And shadows all around him. So many forces wanting to bend him. Or are they here to help?
He finaly understood what is happening. They are heading to the reopened portal. They are ready to depart. But wait…
There is a paladin and some shadow lurking at his back, which he is unaware of.
“Paladin! Your back!” he shouted while the huntress was escorting him and urging to leave through the portal
Then she also realized what is happening. The paladin started to spread her wings and trying to shake off the voidspawn.
Huntress knew that she needs to help the paladin. She quickly drew her arrow and ended the spawn in single moment.
Then she harshly bashed Shalim through the portal, remaining at the battlefield.
Steady as ever, Aphrea picked her bow and arrow up. The huntress shot quickly and precisely, as she was training that move for centuries.
The arrow pierced her enemy’s hide, penetrating a greasy mass to half of its length. The Draenei was safe.
“GO!” - shouted Aphrea as she pushed Shalim through the restored portal.
He told her that they aren’t going to make it. Not if both of them tried. The huntress considered her work done here. She didn’t leave Shalim behind; she stayed herself.
Silalinda looked at her, urging Aphrea to follow. The sabre-toothed cat, which had just bit a mutant to death, now ran back to his owner. Everything told her she should go too.
“Only if we enter it together” - the huntress noded at the mage with respect. Aphrea saw that the Sin’dorei was someone else than she initially thought. She was a friend.
The Monster lunges at Aphrea, but the Orc warrior steps in front of her, fusing his two axes of fire and ice, into a great axe. Sending the Monster hurling with elemental might.
As the Monster charges again towards Erah and Aphrea. Erah bends the earth, directing the Monster into a tree.
“Quickly, it’s not going to stay down for long. you must leave through the portal if you want to survive. but as for me, I’m going to enjoy the FRAY!”
Erah leaps towards the monster with lightning speed. Punching the beast with raging fire.
Now, seeing Aphrea reluctant to leave because of her companions. Erah reassures her.
“If you’re not going to leave. then I need your aid, great archer. I believe we can defeat this monster. Just watch my back, and try not to shoot me.”
As Aphrea draws her arrow and bow with power, and Erah keeping an offensive stance. they lunge towards the beast. with courage and ferocity.
Ral’rush watched the scene unfold, simply trying to keep up with what was happening. Just as Aphranas had reopened a portal back to where they’d just escaped from, working in tandem with another green-eyed elf, the eyeless Alliance elf from earlier practically fell through. Stressed and alert but no longer paranoid, Rush paid a little more attention to the demon hunter seeing as how they were on the safer side of the portal. Severed pieces of void monstrosities fell through the portal alongside Shalim, but nothing capable of reforming. Rush noticed that the man looked as dazed and confused as poor Aphranas, who was struggling to hold the portal open with the other blood elf.
For some reason, Shalim still seemed hurt even after being bandaged. The demon hunter looked as if he’d expended a great deal of energy on whatever had happened a moment ago.
“What happen-“ Rush started to say in his terrible Low Common, but he stopped short when he saw the chaos on the other side of the portal. There were more void monstrosities, both living and dead, with mutilated tentacles strewn about among the bodies of dwarven riflemen and, oddly enough, felstalkers. “Damnit,” he muttered when he realized that, among those stuck on the other side, there were more people trying to fight their way out (and some content to just stay there and fight).
Nervous over the residual effects of his blackout, hopeless due to the failed and disorganized scouting mission on both sides, and afraid of portals in general, he hesitated for a few moments. On his side of the portal, however, Rush realized that he was the most able-bodied person left; Aphranas was straining to hold the portal open, and Shalim was tired and still wounded by whoever the criminal was who’d cut the demon hunter’s chest.
Determination won out over nervousness, and Rush gave his shield to Shalim, assuming (without knowledge) that the demonic elf would know how to use it. There were at least three other soldiers he could see fighting on the other side, but the battlefield was a lost cause. The nearest person to the portal was a Draenei, doing her best to knock away the crawling, grasping void spawns trying to swarm her. His heart pounding due to his phobia of the arcane, Rush persevered and forced himself to reach through, grabbing Grazheena beneath the armpits and lifting her up like a rebellious child. The portal didn’t cause the jungle troll’s arms to burn off like he’d feared, and he overcame his phobia of magic just long enough for Grazheena to react against an unseen stranger picking her up.
“Ow!” Rush grunted when Grazheena hit him with her elbow in the one spot of his thick neck which wasn’t covered in armor. The slight twinge of holy magic stung him as well, and he marveled at how accurately she’d hit him even when she couldn’t see him. “I’m tryin to help, you ingrate!” he snapped at her, not realizing that he’d switched back to Orcish. She tried to hit him again as he tossed her to the grass on the other side of Shalim for good measure, turning away from her and hoping that she’d get the point and not swing at him a third time.
The next closest person to the portal was a night elf huntress, furiously firing arrows at the encroaching tsunami of void muck. The shadow creatures were packed in so tightly that one wasn’t even distinguishable from the other, and a solid wave approached Aphrea even with more tendrils shriveling up as she fired into the mass. So focused was she on her task that, unlike the Draenei, Aphrea didn’t hit Rush for grabbing her from behind. In fact, she continued firing arrows into the portal as he lifted her up and pulled her through the portal, not losing her form even when moved against her will. He turned to find Grazheena glaring at him - or at least, he assumed it was a glare through her glowing eyes - and then placed Aphrea in between them as a living shield.
The only person he could still see in range was Erahe, a man whom Rush had actually heard of previously. There were others in the distance - worgen, other elves - but there was no way they could be helped. Screening them out of his mind, Rush took a deep breath and actually stepped back through the portal with one leg, armored but without a weapon or his shield as he partially exposed himself to more void spawn. Erahe actually seemed to enjoy the fight, ignoring the rest of the chaos around them while striking shadowy creatures down with elemental fury. Rush lifted Erahe up as he’d done with the others, but the orc was far more flexible than Rush had expected and wiggled out of his grasp. Determined to evacuate whoever he could, Rush picked Erahe up again only for the orc shaman to actually hit both of the troll’s arms hard in order to get back to the fight.
“Brother, I be tryin to get you outta there!” Rush yelled, but Erahe’s boots slammed back on the ground so hard that the orc may or may not have heard Rush’s protests. The tsunami of void creatures continued to roll and roil, and Silalinda’s mana continued draining away.
(Hope I didn’t step on anyone’s toes too much - just trying to jump start this thread back to life.)
The Shal’dorei lady leans back in her palanquin, observing the battlefield from the window like a noble should do
With mild amusement and cold eyes she watches the events unfold
“My dear, what do you think?”
Thyrellas turns to the bodyguard next to her
“The Troll will survive? How about a little bet…?”
She smiles and pours some Arcwine to a fine glass and tastes the sweet, deep-purple drink while the battle rages outside of the magical shield that protects the palanquin and her entourage
On his newly begun journey through Azeroth and beyond, Juh’juh happens upon a fierce battle between a night elf ambusher and the wounded Nightborne Noblewoman, Thyrellas. Without even hesitating he charges to their aid, getting his fists ready to save the day and become a true hero in the eyes of the elven beauty!
It was a gruesome battle, but with the troll’s skilled and timely rescue, the night elf is saved from the wicked Shal’dorei’s schemes!
In today’s journey Fenjaa will will be traveling to the Horde, although it may end up bad or good, having a low profile is important there . It just to get hold of some rare crystals and other things on the list.
But luckily Fenjaa had contact with Juhjuh the troll monk , who was willing to volunteer to help her find what she was looking for. after a few hours she reaches where he Juhjuh lives, but something is not right.
Outside the house she hears noises …but then… suddenly …the door opens and two blood elf rogue show up and starts attacking Fenjaa , she get ready with her bow also tries to give an intense look to her opponents. after a few minutes she managed it eventually but unfortunately her pet died, anyway when she goes inside the door and inn to the house and sees Juhjuh tied up, she goes to help him. Juhjuh is happy and gives Feenja a lot of crystals, after that she leaves. The end
Minnie rounded off another evening as usual, blowing whatever gold she’d scrounged that day on booze - or more aptly, nagging the more naive patrons into buying her a few rounds.
She spots a draenei having a quiet drink to herself in the corner, on her table sits a sack of gems - they looked expensive. “What a mook”, Minnie thought to herself, “Gonna be gettin’ them stolen, toots.”
The draenei makes to leave, leaving a few gold coins in her place as payment - only glancing back once to see if she was being followed.
She was.
There were three of them, rough looking types. Minnie watched them go, wasn’t her problem, right? But then she thought of those glorious gemstones in the grubby hands of those morons - they belong on someone far more glamorous!
With a sigh she hopped down from the barstool and headed towards the door, deftly swiping Fenjaa’s tip from the table as she passed. Ale gets expensive.
Rounding the corner, Minnie spots the figures - one tall and blue, the others hulking masses of green draped in black cloth. Not exactly subtle.
“Wooah! Hey, guys, guys!” The goblin called, arms raised as she approached. “Ya doin’ it all wrong! Ya gonna break the merchandise beatin’ on her like that!”
The fighting stops, Minnie saw confusion on all 4 faces. Good.
“What, ya gonna kill her? Here!? Man, good luck ta yous guys - there’s guards all over!”
The largest one turned, “What guard? Me no see guard!”
Minnie flashed a yellow grin, “Well that’s cos they’s hidin’, stoopit! Ya kill her, ya done. Get me?”
She casually strolled over to the group, and taps the ringleader’s club, ignoring the pleeding eyes of the battered huntress; “Ya gots ta knock her out dummy! Well go on!..Go on!”
With a shrug, the orc swipes quickly across Fenjaa’s horned brow, sending her to the floor with a quiet whimper.
“Ok! Perfect!” Minnie cried, “Now hand over the gems fa safekeepin’!”
“Why to keep safe?” Came the puzzled grunt.
“The guards! Stoopit!”
Minnie had them, she was sure. “Gimme an’ I’ll mail 'em to yous when it’s safe! Ya can trust me, I just helped ya!”
The thugs gingerly handed over the stones and began to back away, thanking the goblin profusely as she waved them away.
Come the morning, Fenjaa awoke with a headache. It felt like felfire rippling through her brain. A sudden pang of terror jolted her to her sense - “My crystals!”
She reached into the discarded sack hopefully, only to produce a tattered piece of beer-stained parchment. Squinting, she made out three poorly-scrawled words:
“Ya owes me.”
begins eating rat kabob
In the midst of the battle, surrounded by yelling and snarling from all sides, a single gnome pulls out grilled rat-on-a-stick and begins eating it like popcorn. Ral’rush glances at the small, half-naked creature in confusion, nearly missing the voidspawn which tries to fling itself through the portal. At the last second, the jungle troll grabs the horrid spawn by the throat and, without his sword available, rips the squishy little monster in half. The gnome begins chewing on the grilled rat even faster, cackling deeply and wiggling its evil-looking mustache as if nearly being mauled by a voidspawn was typical weekend entertainment.
Regaining his bearings, Rush slips into protection mode as roughly as he steps through the portal - this time with both feet rather than playing it safe. Erahe furiously chops away at the fused mass of void creatures, too engaged in the battle to recognize a lost cause. Determined not to leave anyone behind if possible, Rush actually puts the shaman in a half-nelson, suffers another reactionary blow from a person he was trying to save without asking permission first, and tosses the orc through the other side of the portal.
Still on the other side, Rush scans whoever is left while tearing more of the clawing voidspawn off of him, though they quickly begin crawling over the last remaining threat to them. A palanquin carried by nightborne servants appears to be protected by some sort of arcane shield, though the fact that they’ve made no attempt to help spurs no interest in helping them back. All that remains is Silalinda, another blood elf mage whom Rush doesn’t know. He also doesn’t know the first thing about portal magic, not knowing if he could pull her through to the other side without disrupting the portal, or if he could exit, grab her, and pull her through without losing an arm as the portal closed.
Confused, unarmed, and gradually being overwhelmed by void spawn, he falters, losing focus on the portal as he pulls the void creatures off of him and tears their bodies apart like rag dolls, but at a slower rate than their creeping assault, and more void tendrils wrap around him.
(OOC: because I figured I’d try to jump start this old Winnebago of a thread one last time before giving up. It’s been fun so far.)
(These things tend to wax and wane. You’re far from the only one who’s pushed it back after periods of inactivity, though probably the most verbose.)
It’s hard to tell one blur of shifting shadows from the next, but somewhere in the dark mass of Void monsters crawling forth, wreathed in twisted magic, one shadow seems to be felling them rather than bringing more. Tendrils fall to the ground, severed by an unseen blade, and ethereal monsters wither and vanish from sight.
It’s this shadow that makes its way to the beleaguered Troll, revealing itself only then to be a Void Elf. Blades flash and the tentacles holding him drop as their masters are cut down from behind. Soon, Rush has enough breathing room to free himself and tear apart those that remain, but his rescuer doesn’t linger to talk about it; it seems she’s already engaged in a deadly duel with one especially large, tentacled monstrosity.
Silalinda was straining to keep the portal open as the troll started just about throwing people in there, including the huntress that had been insisting on going through together. Soon enough, only she and the troll remained, and she didn’t like the calculating look he gave her, even as void creatures threatened him.
Before either could come to a decision, however, the creatures died, slain by what, at first, seemed one of their own. The shadow reveals itself to be a void elf. Rather than lingering, however, she immediately moved on to the next foe, a large, tentacled monstrosity.
Silalinda had little to no mana left. The headache she’d get from this, if she were lucky, would be hell. A quick glance to confirm that those on the other side were safe, she stopped sustaining the portal - hoping it’d either hold, or that she could reopen it. A quick incantation, and she drew in mana like a torrent, knowing she had no time to waste on recovery. A shimmering, arcane shield pops up, protecting the three combatants she knows of individually, giving them the space to fight.
Glad the void creatures seemed to be ignoring her for the time being, she turns towards the void elf’s duel, interrupting it with raw arcane power thrown at the beast, distracting it long enough for the tentacle-held blades of the ren’dorei to cut it to pieces. “Can’t,” she manages to get out between spells, “do that too often.”
A lone death knight haunted a hill above the motley crew of would-be heroes as they escaped through a portal, clamoring and squabbling like the impatient mortals they were. Flanked by a retinue of skeletal soldiers, Garamonde frowned when he saw all but two of them escape the void creatures through the portal.
“Such a pity,” he whispered to his mute minions as his leathery, almost calcified face pulled into a scowl. “They would have made fine additions to my platoon. But those last two…” His cold blue eyes narrowed as he watched the thrashing of void tentacles on the other side of the portal. “…there may yet be a recruitment opportunity approaching.”
((Guys, anyone? I don’t want to post right after posting myself, but I wouldn’t want to let this die either…))
With an intensely sour frown on her face, Teenesa leaps into the fray, blasting Garamonde’s assailants (and maybe him a little bit, too, by accident, surely…) with the Light’s Retribution.
Screaming in rage and agony, the voidlings retreat, for now at least.
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Clearing a voidling-free perimeter around Garamonde, she growls,
“A flaming death knight…”
Drawing on the Holy Light, she flashes him a wicked grin, and says,
“This might hurt a little - or a lot - for you, but I need you uninjured if we are to make it out of here ali- … Well, if I am to make it out of here alive. For you, I suppose we must settle for … still undead.”
She heals him, knowing it will inflict significant pain on him,
(which she doesn’t mind at all…)
but more importantly, she knows the truth of her words:
The death knight needs to be in fighting shape if they are to prevail.
Keeping half an eye on the death knight (and the rest of her eyes on the surrounding voidlings), she hopes the undead will be grateful enough to aid her, and not attack her.
As Martok is marveling at Teenesa’s fighting prowess he notices a nasty little demon trying to creep up on her and skewer her like was done to Warchief Voljin!
Martok get an angry flashback to his childhood and remembers what demons and their warlocks did to his people, his world. He remembers being constantly taunted by the felkids and their nasty imps. He remembers with disgust what the felkids made the others do to the blue people. A rare anger blooms up in his otherwise tender heart and he moves his fingers just like the sweet elf lady in Quel’Thalas trained him to.
With a roar he lets loose a huge glacial spike just as the demon raises his blade splitting the demon head to toe.
Seeing Teenesa’s shocked face at what transpired behind her, proceeds to give her a nice piece of cake. Martok always give cake to friends and demon killers!
Martok doesn’t have to be saved, just… Just see how he handled the situation with the demon. 
I Heard a rumor from some other people that saying that nobody can beat Martok… I think his cake carries an intense mystical powers.
"There’s no time to rely on cake! A thundering roar bellows from her left side, as a plate-clad behemoth rushes to her side with a whole host of weapons flying everywhere, carving up the battlefield! Sagaxiirn spins his massive glaive in a clockwise rotation, blocking a rain of arrows!
As your technical ally, I suppose I am at obligated to at least try to save you, Sagaxiirn.
But it is up to you to get out of the blast radius in time.
5…
4…
Noticing the warlock during his patrol Malaficus followed her stealthy.
What is a servant of void and fel doing here? he thought to himself.
As she was suddenly about to be stab by a cocky undead rogue Malaficus used typhoon to push the rogue away before shapeshifting into a bear to maul the rogue to death.
As he turned back into a stealth cat from and started his patrol again he only said this to Mahlificia: This is a dangerous place. Be careful.