Topic Böser Geist - Open RP (UPDATED)
Edited by Shazia on 2/25/13 12:13 PM (PST)
The words that followed spread quickly like wildfire in summertime, setting tongues alight with rumours of the most atrocious kind. The tales were surely derived from nightmares; for there was no way that anyone could fall so far from the Light as to commit such heinous acts. Yet as the rumours spread, so too did the evidence that began to convince people about the truth of those rumours.
“Heard it from me own brother, I did…”
“And he heard it from his mother’s friend’s husband…”
“He was taken in the night. No warnin’ or nothin’ at all…”
“Her babe was stolen from its crib, bless the poor child.”
“Three years old, the little lad… Ain’t done harm to no one.”
“They woke the next morning and she was gone. Poof, just like that!”
“They found ‘em out in the forest, their bodies torn to pieces, half-eaten by wolves.”
“You see any strange lights at night recently? Could’a sworn I… Ah, who am I kiddin’. Must be losing my mind.”
“There’s something big gonna happen. All these people disappearing, turning up dead? And those lights in the sky... Light help us, it’s them Damned come back.”
I’ll keep this short and sweet: A major RP storyline is about to start up, and we’re inviting you all to participate. How fun! This is a culmination of about four months’ roleplay that has led up to this point. Can’t give away any major details, but if you’d like to be villain, victim, or hero, just drop me a line in-game (Shazia). There are others involved, but they’ll remain anonymous ‘till they announce things for themselves.
This story is not guaranteed to be all age-friendly, so consider yourself warned. XD
Edited by Shazia on 2/25/13 10:33 PM (PST)
The first of many.
Current Death Toll: 9
The afternoon was a warm and lazy one, the city creeping at a slow crawl as folk went about their chores and tasks for the day. It seemed as though today would pass as a peaceful one, abnormal from the usual bustle and hustle of the city.
And clearly, it was too much to hope for as sudden bells rang out through the Cathedral district, harolding a danger to the city and its denizens. The slow crawl became an anxious scattering of individuals as mothers and wives collected their children and men, hustling them to the relative safety of indoors.
The Cathedral became the center of activity as a sudden influx of sick individuals crowded its vast halls, all crying of fever and chills.
They all showed signs of similar symptoms:
-Shallow breathing, rapid pulse
The disease appears resistant to magic-based healing and is thought to be highly contagious, through physical contact and airborne agents.
Symptoms disappear within a few hours, though the patient surely feels as though they lay on their deathbed.
((Want to get involved? There's just one simple rule: Infect at least one other person who comes into contact with your character.))
Edited by Shazia on 2/25/13 1:44 PM (PST)
For those interested involving themselves as Champions of Stormwind, please contact Arhious. He will be director of protagonists.
For all those who want to take on a more villainous role in the production of this, please see me! :D
EDIT: And, naturally, those that want to stay on top of the news and discuss the event are welcome to join /DoDchat.
Edited by Shazia on 2/25/13 3:45 PM (PST)
[ An Update - ooc ]
The party that advanced to the Raven Hill Crypts has come across plague cannisters, a discarded slipper. A toenail and a plagued little girl curled up with a burnt teddy bear. They are currently in progress of finding more things.
[Another update - ooc]
With help Julie has begun the scrying process. She has turned an epidemic sample into a reagent for divination. Her attempt to locate the source or origin point of the illness will occur within the hour - unless something goes wrong.
Edited by Elainé on 2/25/13 5:28 PM (PST)
[ Yet another update - OOC ]
The party desceded into the labratory in which they found several living expieriements. And a pregnant woman slung up on chains, A half done cessarian on her pregnant belly. Miraed was coherent enough to admit that the child was the bastard of one of the presumed attackers. The party managed to save the living child, however did not save the mother. She died on a table after naming the saved child Samuel.
They took a tunnel into the ruins. There were several plague canisters crushed as the tunnel collapsed. The group entered a large chamber, and when sweeping for traps summoned shades from the ruins. The shades were vanquished with effort. One phrase was heard. " The dark lord is displeased. " A paladin escaped with the baby.
They managed to take a blue tome entitled " Dictionary " from a dais. However, this caused an entire chamber to erupt in undead! There was a larger monster unseen down the tunnel when a druid caused it to collapse. Burying the rest.
Edited by Julíanne on 2/25/13 5:36 PM (PST)
[Yup, another update - OOC]
After having her life threatened at blade point Julie digested the warning her assailant gave. A foreboding sense loomed in her mind as she paraphrased the woman’s words to her temporary protector, the rogue Apalo, “She said…that our efforts aid their cause…..”
With no other obstacles in her way she began the scrying process, high atop the Tower of Azora. The blue eye fixed upon a grim scene. It revealed what appeared to be cultists collected about a ghastly green bubbling cauldron. A caged man with nothing but a disturbing grin and dirt smears for modesty.
Later in the scrying it was revealed that there were hints of frost on the decayed grass, this led Julie to believe the location was somewhere in Northrend. Her guess was supported by Apalo. There aren’t many known felled ziggurats in the Plaguelands.
The information was quickly relayed.
Edited by Sheyara on 2/26/13 8:57 AM (PST)
"You sniveling worm!"
"She is sorry, Mistress, she is sorry!"
"Sorry? You're sorry? Do you have ANY idea what you've done?"
"Of course not."
The contempt in her voice made Sheyara squirm uncomfortably. She dared lift her head as her mistress turned away.
"I freed you, Sheyara," the woman went on in much calmer tones, sanity restored quickly as that, "I protected you. And all I asked was for your loyalty, your obedience." She ran a hand through her hair, long golden locks that Sheyara often admired from afar, wrought by jealousy of something she could never have. Never again.
"Mistress," Sheyara pleaded, "there were too many to stop. The Dark Master told us to retreat --"
"I know that," the woman cut in viciously. "I was there, you idiot! But that doesn't excuse you of your cowardice. You were to remain behind, ensure that the traps were all properly set." She turned on Sheyara, bearing down on her with a glare that made the Knight's blood thicken with terror. "They escaped. Unharmed."
"They came quicker than expected, Mistress -- "
"I don't," the woman cut in, a hand lifting, "want to hear excuses. They did come quicker than anticipated, and I hold only myself responsible... But it's just as well." She paused, and Sheyara waited in silence. "We will adapt."
"What would you have me do, Mistress?"
"Our laboratory is destroyed, but there were some things salvaged. Enough that we will rebuild. Collect our things, move out to Waste."
The woman turned away once more and Sheyara, knowing a dismissal when she heard one, rose to depart. A new lab would be prepared; the experiments would continue. It was an effort not to laugh. The Plague was just the beginning, the Knight realized. The real terror had yet to come.
[OOC Updates, whoo~]
Apalo, with the help of Julianne, is now sending scouting parties all over Northrend scourge encampments as well as forsaken horde outposts to look for anything along the lines of the plague.
He has also, with a sample of the blood and bile of a dead infected, identified the Forsaken Plague and mix of herbs within the plague, and has begun research into possible cures, though non-magical, as it seems the contagion is immune to magic.
He has also sent a letter to Latos as of Arhious's request for the boon one they mobilize.
The recent release of chemical plague gave Arhious an incentive to meditate on what he had gathered, and what was to come.
Having explored the Raven Hill crypt with his allies, he learned that the plague is a greater threat than he had anticipated. Something just as deadly as the Wrathgate was upon the people of the kingdom; perhaps there was more potential death than what he had seen, and what he had anticipated. The small girl he held in his arms, whom he watched waste away under the influence of the plague gave him a reason to vow the death of whomever was responsible for the murder of so many innocents.
Divination via a magistrix, Julianne Ward, had revealed two possible locations where he could exact his revenge. Zul'Drak, or the Borean Tundra. Either way, he thought, he was going to Northrend. What calculations he had briefly thought over made him think of a connection between the culprit and the Hand of Vengeance; both used the same chemicals, same methods, and same evil to make the corpses of their victims melt.
The Draenei who had escaped arrest at the hands of the Office of Inquiry had the pity of the Reformist Archprelate. She would have a price to pay when her day of judgement finally came, he repeated to himself. The threat she posed to his very own wife was something unforgivable. There was no stopping him now. The puzzle was nearly complete, and now he simply had to strike. But where?
I've currently got a few samples that Ed's going to be analyzing. If anyone wants to help just drop me a letter or tell and we'll get something worked out.
May also keep in contact with you, Shazia, to see if he can actually do anything or CATCHES THE PLAGUE HIMSELF!
Edited by Shazia on 2/25/13 10:33 PM (PST)
The chaos of the day dwindled down to but a tolerable buzz as the sun sank low to the west and the people of Stormwind City readied themselves for sleep. Throughout the evening and night, and long into the wee hours of morning, the ill still made their way into the Cathedral for assistance.
Somewhere distant in the city, bells rang. Nine sonorous peals that marked the death toll for this day.
And it was only the beginning.
Absolutely, Ed! Drop me a line in-game.
The Draenei stared silently ahead as she flew through the chilly air of Northrend on her Ebon Grpyhon, the evening's events at the forefront of her mind. The city must have indeed been on high alert, as when she offered to give the "last remaining chocolates from the Crown Chemical Company" to those around the Cathedral Square, the majority of people she saw were wearing masks and she quickly became surrounded. Many accusations were sent her way and some ordered her to be detained, but then she was supported by the naive and unknowing, creating an arguement that gave her enough time to go through with her plan and gave her a chance of escape. Glancing towards the Cathedral stairs were a few Dwarves standing around, and that is who she walked towards as she reached into her satchel, pulling out a box of "chocolates" with a white ribbon on it. She opened the box and quickly threw it on the ground at their feet, gas quickly pouring out into the surrounding area as she then ran away, a couple of people in the crowd chasing after her, only to lose her in the Mage Quarter.
She dived into a portal to the Blasted Lands before hiding in a crater incase any followed her, and a Dwarf in plate armor managed to do so. There was a scuffle when she confronted him before the other cultists arrived, but perhaps she had taken too long in detaining him as a shockwave of pain was sent into her mind from her superior. The Dwarf was taken to a necropolis in Northrend, where his belongings were burned and he was placed into a cage. Before she was sent on her way, her superior crushed a vial full of a green substance in front of her face, before the odorous gas cloud surrounded her, effectively infecting her. She was then told to return the next day, and the Draenei left on her Gryphon.
It seemed she was in deep now, and it was far too late for her to back out. Dressed as a civilian when she was around the Cathedral, her identity was seen by many, and if she didn't change her appearance when out in the open then many would be able to identify her. Not only that, but she was infected now herself, and if she wanted to stay alive she would have to do as told in order to live. In order to save her strength for another time, the Death Knight made her way towards one of her hideouts to rest there for the night. She would have to do her best not to further anger those she worked for.