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OOC: This rp is an adventure style rp about a young mage who is trying to find his little brother who has been taken by slave holders. Jump in any time you want and you can either help this guy find his brother or play as a slave holder, your choice.
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Nicolia
Two bandits were gasping for breath inside of a water elemental and another bandit charged torwards a young boy, no more than seventeen, in a tan hooded cloak, brown cloth shirt and pants, wielding onlt a small dagger. The bandit charges forward with a large broad sword but just as he is about to strike the mage the bandit freezes solid. The boy dismisses the elemental causing the wet and lifeless corpses of the two other men to fall to the ground. He turns and yells out, "There! I got rid of them for you! Now get out here!" Another young man comes out of the bushes slightly shaking at what he had just seen and says, "Thank you, oh thank you so muc-" The boy is cut off by a look from the blackhaired mage and whimpers out, "Of course you will get paid now." The boy pulls out a map from his tunic and points to a place on the map labeled 'Darkshire'. "I saw the ones your chasing go into that forest three days ago. If you hurry you might be able to catch up to them." The mage nods and places the map in a small rucksack and heads out to Darkshire forest and hopes his brother is doing well.

Martin
Martin was thirsty. He had been given some water from an old orc woman a few hours ago and he hadnt eaten in a day. "Um" he whimpered at the carriage driver, a goblin with dark green skin and many peircings, "can I have some water?" The goblin doesnt turn but a heavely tattood night elf yells, "No talking!" and whips the eight year old boys back. Martin cries out in pain but changes them to small whimpers so as to not anger the handlers any more. 'Where are you, Nico?' he thinks before falling into a fitful sleep.

((OOC: Interesting. I'll join in. ^^ If it's okay, can my priest be a friend of Nico? Just asking before I jump in. XD 'Cause based on whether or not I can, it'll make a big impact on my first post. :P ))

(sure. This is an open ic thread so feel free to post your ic.)

Delilah Andrews stood against a tree, staring out at the river that separated Elwynn Forest and Duskwood. Delilah was a tall female, dark skinned, and with dark brown eyes. She had long black hair, but it was always pulled back in a messy bun to stay out of her face. A wisp of it hung in front of her eyes, and she brushed it back impatiently. She was wearing a purple robe, with gold and black accents on it. She was also a priest.

Turning around, she thought she saw something. In fact, the shape looked awfully familiar. She hadn't seen the owner of it in years. "Hey, Nico. Is that you?" she called, still leaning against the tree. "Whatcha doing here in this dark forbidding place? And don't ask me what I'm doing. As you can see, I'm standing." she called over to the mage, teasingly. Without waiting for a response the priest continued "But in all seriousness, what are you doing lurking around? People are going to think you're up to no good." she chided, walking nearer to the figure.

((Just to be sure, by the sounds of it this takes place in Duskwood?))

(@Dun: It starts out there, yes, but the journey will take you far across azeroth goals can change as it progresses. We'll just have to see how it goes.)
Nicolai
Nico looked to the priest and gave himself a rare smile at seeing a familiar face. "Hi there Del. I chasing after some people." His face fell at the memory of his brother being taken. "You remeber my little brother, Martin? Well, hes been taken by some slaveholders and I've been chasing them for weeks. I just got some info that they headed into duskwood so I'm heading there now." Nico gathered the arcane energy around him and his magic compass took form pointing the way to Martin. Right now it said he was going in the general direction of Darkshire. "I'm sorry Del, I cant stay and chat but you're welcome to join me. I could use all the help I can get."

Delilah's mouth formed a little 'o' of surprise. "They took Martin?" she asked, shocked. Though the priest was perhaps 12 years older then the boy, she remembered him well. He had always shadowed his older brother, like...well, a shadow. "Of course I'll help you look for him!" she answered, shooting Nico a mock look of disapproval that clearly read 'You think I wouldn't help one of my best friends find their little brother, when he was captured by slaveholders?' and walked closer to the black haired mage. "I got your back, Nico." she promised, with a nod. "No matter how long we gotta look. Now, let's go find your little brother."

Nicolia
"Thank you Del. I know you can take care of yourself but let me warn you, its not the horde we're fighting here. It's a renegade group heading to, I think, Booty Bay so they can sell the slaves." Nico started walking letting the magic compass dissapate, and felt a cold wind as they entered the dark forest. "I guess we couldnt ask for a better mood" he joked halfheartedly.

Martin
Martin woke up as the carriage hit a rock and he yelped in surprise. Glad to see that the night elf enforcer was asleep Martin took a look out the side flap, his chains jingling slightly as he moved. "Wow" he whispered in awe as he took in the dark forests scenery. He had never been out of Stormwind before so he was a little dissapointed that his first time anywhere else was as a slave. The night elf woke up and yelled at Martin to close the flap and he did, then hid underneath some spare rags. After the night elf's sick laughter at seeing the boy scared stopped Martin tried to fall back to sleep on the ride of horrors.

(Last post till later. Maybe a few hours or tommorow I'll get another post up.See ya.)

Dunzmarr awoke in a campsite in the middle of a forest. Ugh, my head. I think I might've actually drank too much for once! Wonder if I threw up my spleen? He thought to himself, wondering where he was at. He looked around, and noticed he was missing his pet, Snuffles. "Hey Snuffles, where ur ye boy?" Hearing no response, he decided he would walk around some and explore this new area. After about fifteen minutes of walking, he stumbled into a town. Where in Khaz'goroth's name am I? He thought to himself, having never travelled out of Dun Morogh. He still needed to find Snuffles, so he decided the Inn would be the best place to check. He entered the inn, a dark and gloomy enviroment. It was as if there had been a death recently. He walked up to the innkeeper and asked, "Hey, ye wooldn't happen to have seen a bear with a snooy coat, woold ye?" The innkeeper replied no. Dunzmarr was puzzled, Snuffles always came back to him, why not this time? He decided he would buy a room and rest, he was after all having the worst hangover of his life.

((Same. Though I'm leaning towards tomorrow for when I can post.))

Del smiled slightly. Nico wasn't one to make jokes when he was upset, so he had either started to crack up, or he wasn't as upset as he could have been. Which were both okay on her part, though she wasn't sure how she felt about having one of her best friends going insane. Oh well. "So what's our game plan?" she asked. "I vote for just charging in there and whooping butt. Not that that's our only option of course. Probably suicidal. But still." she said, cheerfully.

(Well, in that case, I probably shouldn't keep this opened in a tab until tomorrow, huh? I know my post doesn't have much to do with the story yet, but I'm building into it. Probably in my next post or two I'll get into something with it, I just wanted to do a post explaining how he got there and such.)

(( hey dunz you mind if i happen to start near you perhaps with seeing your pet?.))

((This seems interesting. I'm joining in, if you don't mind.))

"Back beast! Back! I will not allow your taint to reach Darkshire!" Said Elmond as he swung his sword with utmost rage at the walking Scourged undead that stood before him. Elmond had been a watchman of Darkshire for most of his youth now, he was a sturdy man, and favored the ways of the warrior. As a child, he had only been to the capital of Stormwind City once with his father, but he had always wondered what lands were beyond the dark and moody forests of Duskwood. He was fairly light skinned and wore heavy plated armor. His sword was a family heirloom, embedded with jewels. His father had always told him that it was enchanted, but Elmond wasn't so sure about that.

"Raahhh!" Shouted Elmond as he landed the final blow upon the Scourged corpse. Elmond staggered for a moment, out of breath and exhausted, he then collapsed to his knees, realizing that in his fit of rage against the Scourged corpse, he was struck deep into his chest by the fiend's claw. As blood quickly began seeping out, he then began to ponder whether or not this was his last moment on Azeroth. Elmond thought to himself, "No, this can't be it. I will not allow myself to succumb to this wound. I must make it back to Darkshire.". With great ambition and zeal, Elmond began to get back on his feet and make his way back to Darkshire.

Whilst limping back to Darkshire, Elmond looked over yonder, just near the road. He saw what appeared to be a group of two people, one which looked as if ready to charge in or storm the forest in search of something. Elmond thought to himself, "Maybe... Maybe they'll help me.". Elmond then started to limp closer to the group, he then caught a glimpse of what they looked like, one appeared to be a young and beautiful female Priest, while the other a young and stout looking male Mage. "Ah, a follower of the Light I see? Would you be so kind as to mend my wound? I am Elmond, a fellow watchman of Darkshire, it is a pleasure to meet you two." Said Elmond, painfully. Elmond then grabbed his chest in pain and collapsed to the ground once more, hoping that the young Priest would aid him.

Lady Amalie would be taking her normal stroll down the paths of Duskwood, odd for a priest but she was far from the normal. Walking with a sort of proud stride, the odd mist around her seemed to consume her body, twirling in different directions as the cold chill of the night blows past her. Her long silken gown slowly glide across the dirt, trailing as it touched the ground. Her hands neatly folded into each sleeve, and her cowl pulls close to her chin. She would not look up at the noise she was hearing, only make her way slowly towards it.
Creeping up behind a few trees she watches a Male Human fending of the Scourge. A quick curl of her lips would show her amusement. Her evil eyes squint at the sight. moving with each motion brought by this Male. She snickers to herself as the scourge was able to land a blow but the male kept fighting on like he had some sort of cause, "Pity..." She mumbles to herself, not loud enough for anyone to hear.
With a quick gesture she removes her hands from their current position, letting the shadows that follow her twirl around in an awful motion the smell of the dying fills the air. As the shadows twirl and form awkward circles around the woman she would lower her right hand towards the ground reaching out for something...As her hand falls to her side, a shadow fiend forms from the twisting shadows obeying her every movement. She points at the fallen man, and it would immediately begin its slowly approach to the unconscious man. Another eerie smirk crosses her face as she replaces her hands into each sleeve, making her way behind the fiend.
She would be in high hopes that the two groups had not seen her yet, giving her time to snatch up the fallen. She removes her right hand from the sleeve snapping her fingers, casting levitate onto the man.
She lets out a soft snarl, followed by a sigh, the dark shadows surrounding her form fall to the ground and seem to get absorbed by the earth. She removes her cowl, her long dark hair curled into a bun this day would be revealed. Along with her strong featured face, high cheek bones, button nose and round large eyes tinted a greenish blue color. A friendly approach towards the group would be in order, still levitating the fallen man, she would bow to the two and present a 'gift' to them, moving her hand in the direction she wanted the levitating man to be move to. With a simple smirk, she allows the body to fall softly in front of the younger female priests feet.
"I believe you could do better than I..." Her soft velvet like voice softly speaks. Her large round eyes look at all three figures now, waiting to hear anything.

((My apologies.. still.. new to this. Forgive me if I am horrible!))

(ooh fun I'll be a captive with Martin if that's okay?)

Del winced slightly as she looked at the man that had just fallen in front of her feet. Nudging the body away from her, she knelt down on the cold, damp earth. Not particularly caring about the knees of her robes getting muddied, she looked at the wound on the mans chest. "I can try. But no promises." she said dubiously, but place a dark hand over the wound, about an inch away. A look of concentration crossed her face, and there was a blinding blast of light for a moment. As the brightness subsided, the wound could clearly be seen to be closing up. "Can't do anything about scars or the dried blood. Sorry." she said, and stood back up. Agknowlodging the other priest, she merely nodded. "Shadow priest I'm assuming?" she asked, completely at ease inthe others company.

((@Daniel That would be just fine.))

Dunzmarr was walking up the stairs of the inn, when he noticed something strange. Is that, blood? He thought to himself, bending over on the dampened wood to examine it. He stuck his fingers in it, then realized it couldn't be blood. This cannae be blood, it's sticking together like ooze! he stuck his fingers apart, and the ooze-like substance slowly fell off his fingers onto the floor, in between the cracks. He called for an innkeper and asked, "Did somebody die here or something?" The innkeeper quickly replied no. Dunzmarr studied him and noticed he had a faint uneasiness to his voice. "The kin ye tell me what happened?" The innkeeper again, responded very quickly with a slight uneasiness."Sir, nothing happened here, now either go to your room or leave now! Whichever you choose, we keep your money!" Dunzmarr walked up to his room, shrugged off what had just occurred, and laid in his bed pondering on what had just happened

Eyes the body as the other priest pokes and prods at the poor thing. She curls her lip into a shy snarl, waiting to be addressed. She snickers seeing nothing being done for the poor man, slowly moving her eyes back towards the woman. She stares over her form for quite some time, seeming to attempt a reading of her emotions.
The dark shadows would rise from the ground and cover her body again, nodding she wouldn't speak with the woman. Her eyes still intently focused on her, squinting from time to time.
She looks back at the body, folding her arms as the twirling mist begins its normal 'ritual' of the constant motion around Amalies' form. She lifts her cowl back over her head seeing she's been identified for her beliefs.
The only sound that would come from Amalie is the swooshing of air, twisting of each coil of her dark aura.

(Amalie, I know you're trying, but some of which you wrote in your character's first events seem a bit too forced on my character, not to mention compromising with my character's opening events. For now I will only acknowledge your last one.)

As Elmond's wound started to heal, he let out a slight groan. Elmond then picked up his sword and immediately stood up, hulking over both of the Priests and the Mage that stood before him. "I thank you, young Priestess. If I had not found you, I would most likely be another dead watchman littering the paths of Duskwood by now." Said Elmond, with kindness.

Elmond then got a slight tingling feeling from his sword, he then quickly lifted his head up and glared at the Shadow Priest as if they've been common enemies his whole life. Elmond didn't realize what he had just done, he wasn't one to be quickly angered, and yet, rage fired through his body. In Elmond's silent, yet, fiery rage, he thought to himself, "You... I... I know you!". Elmond jerked his head away from the sight of the Shadow Priest and managed to set his emotions straight.

Elmond was a loyal fighter and believed in concepts such as honor. He felt as if he was in dept with the group now, "May I ask what you're doing in such a Light forsaken place? Duskwood is no place for the fearful." Elmond asked, with sheer seriousness.