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Re: Eclipse: Curse These Old Bones

Postby DeclanRavenholdt » February 25th, 2015, 6:05 pm

After the events of the night before, the Reverend had ordered that the ship be searched thoroughly before casting off to avoid any other surprises. Armed guards prowled the ships deck as well as within the ships interior. The Reverend sat sealed away in a small war room aboard the vessel with a detachment outside his door at all times.

"This is unacceptable. If one elf can breach my defenses and flee with impunity. What is stopping others from doing the same. Call for my second in command. I want the remainder of the dwarves he secured here before we set sail." He barked at one of the dwarven officers. The dwarf would salute and leave the room to do as commanded.

The Reverend then turned his attention to the communicator that had been set up to talk with the laboratory set up on the lowest level of the ship. He flipped a switch and the machine shot to life reverberating with the sound of static.

"How is the research going?"

The voice of a gnome echoed back from the machine. "Well. Uh. About that. All of the subjects died with the exception of one. They all seem to be drained of all life. Seems the one that is left we caught early on. It burnt through his mana and now it is burning through him. I was going to call you and see if you wanted me to get him pumped full of mana? It might be able to reverse the damage being done. At least for a time."

"Do whatever it takes. I will send all of the mages aboard to your laboratory. Their lives are meaningless to me. Drain them dry if that what it takes to get results. And make certain to keep me posted."

The gnome chirped back in response "As you wish. And if we have any problems?"

"You had better be certain that does not happen . . ." The Reverend responded before switching off the machine.
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Re: Eclipse: Curse These Old Bones

Postby DeclanRavenholdt » March 4th, 2015, 8:48 am

The Reverend slowly opened his eyes. He lay on a small bed within his private chambers, yet something was off. The lights were dormant, and he heard no sound emanating from the rest of the ship. He rose from the bed and quickly put his clothes on. He was about to open the door when he paused.

"Guards?" He called into the emptiness of the once bustling ship. He waited there for countless moments before cautiously opening the door. He found the two dwarves stationed at his door lying unconscious. Although he soon realized that they were not unconscious. The Reverend said a pray and he was engulfed in a bubble of light. Both for protection and for visibility in the dark depths of the ship. He finally made his way to the command room after passing dozens of dead crewmen and soldiers alike.

"Report?" Just like the door of his cabin. Silence spoke volumes. "Damnit!" He roared at he pushed the device off the table to the floor. "I am going to get to the bottom of this." He then approached a strange painting on the wall of the room. He removed it revealing a small red button. He presses the button lighting up the ship with flashing red lights and roaring sirens. A small rack of rifles sat next to the door, he picked on up and made sure it was loaded. "I may not be a soldier, but I at least know how to shoot."

He made his way through the halls of the ship now flooded with red light, until that is he made it to the door of the laboratory. Somehow he knew this was the doing of the woman who had visited him some nights ago. He remembered her interest in the infected men that were picked up in Stormwind and figured this would be the best place to look. He slowly opened the door and entered.

The scientists lay sprawled across the room, lifeless like everyone else aboard the ship. Though, strangely, the prisoner that had been pumped full of arcane energy sat chained to the wall in full health. The Reverend approached but kept his distance from the man.

"Are you awake?" The Reverend questioned. After more moments of silence, it seemed the Reverend was getting used to that, he approached assuming the prisoner was asleep or perhaps looked better dead than he did alive. The Reverend reached out his hand nudged the prisoner. He fell forward dead just like the rest. Though there was something different about this one. A mark on his body that the Reverend had not seen before.

"What is this. I have never seen anything like this before in my studies. It must be truly ancient." The Reverend cautiously touched the mark. He was relieved when he felt nothing but the skin of the man. Or did he . . .

"What is happening to . . ." He felt dizzy and his breathing grew more rapid. He could feel the drain of his mana. He collapsed on the floor, unconscious. A mark now formed on his body.
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Re: Eclipse: Curse These Old Bones

Postby Vionora » March 4th, 2015, 1:06 pm

The curse tended to simply kill off those weaker: your run of the mill mage, your common healer. With little energy as a baseline, the curse exhausted them quickly. But for those of greater power – it was different. It was a slower drain overall, and could be better staunched.

It would be hard to tell if he were alive or dead, though, here.

It was a strange woods Smithe found himself standing in. Mist-wreathed, the trees were somber and still, the time of day indeterminate. Before him stood a tower of elven design, overgrown with vines in disrepair. Great cracks webbed the marble ramps. And in the leaning archway stood Vionora.

"What sort of prey runs into a predator's jaws," she mused, gazing down at him with her gray-glowing eyes.
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Re: Eclipse: Curse These Old Bones

Postby DeclanRavenholdt » March 4th, 2015, 1:20 pm

A sinister smile slides across his face.

"The prey that wishes to become a predator himself."

The crooked smile sits on his face as he admires the place in which he now stands.

"I knew it was only a matter of time before you came to me. Or called me to you. Whatever dark reach of hell this is I have survived in worse, and I will do so again damn the consequences." He pauses momentarily to ponder the situation. "My only question for the predator is, how might I be of service?" The Reverend would kneel before her.

He was amazed by her power. Though he knew this was only a dream, everything felt so real. The breeze catching his hair. The dirt in which he knelt. The ruins in front of him. Even the woman standing before him just as she had in the past. This was no trick. No conjurors petty magic. This was power. Real lasting power. And he wanted a taste of it for himself.
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Re: Eclipse: Curse These Old Bones

Postby Vionora » March 4th, 2015, 2:46 pm

She studied him for long moments. The elf's comportment was always so dispassionate that it made her difficult, if not impossible, to read. But eventually she walked down the ramp to stand before his kneeling figure.

"Would you be my hunter?" she asked. "Would you run down prey and let another take the alpha's share, just to get a taste of the delicious flesh?"

Nothing stirred around them; only the mist slowly moved through. It was the lands of ghosts where they stood, a plane not of the mortal realm. It was neither night nor day here.
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Re: Eclipse: Curse These Old Bones

Postby DeclanRavenholdt » March 4th, 2015, 2:54 pm

He would raise his head to face the elf.

"I will hunt your prey. I am yours to command, as are all those in my employ, and all of the assets I have in my possession."

He would then lower his head, staring at the dirt. He thought to himself. The time has finally arisen. The goal I have spent a lifetime to complete and soon it will be within my grasp. He pauses. Even Kregal in the end sold his soul to a higher power. Seems it is my turn. He would raise his head for the last time and face the elf. Staring straight into her grey eyes.
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Re: Eclipse: Curse These Old Bones

Postby Vionora » March 5th, 2015, 11:26 am

There was hunger in his eyes; true hunger. She had seen it before, in the gazes of fanatics. Once, she had known it too.

"Give me your hand," she said simply.

When he complied, she would touch with her right hand the mark that had appeared on his own, the two nearly overlapping circles that glowed a feral amber, and make them flare in intensity. There was no other discernible difference, other than it glowed brighter, with a steady pulsing. She dropped her hand.

"The mark of the predator is yours," she said. "It will still consume you if you do not ensure it is fed... but feed it well, and it will serve you."
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Re: Eclipse: Curse These Old Bones

Postby DeclanRavenholdt » March 6th, 2015, 9:59 am

He felt her touch and heard her voice, then he awoke. He lay on the floor of the laboratory in the lower reaches of his ship. He pushed himself to his feet and made his way slowly through the ship until he reached the deck. Just as it was when he fell asleep, all the crew members lay lifeless. The ship had been adrift since the crew perished under mysterious circumstances. Though, relief came in the form of the alarm the Reverend had activated below deck. It activated a magical beacon that the Reverend's men were currently tracking. At least he assumed they were. He found a nice spot on deck and sat down in the shade awaiting his rescue.

After a few hours of laying in the shade, he could hear the sound of yelling in the distance. He rose from his resting place and squinted to see the approaching ship. The approaching ship had no flags or markers of any kind. When the ship finally came along side, the Reverend stepped out of the shade into the sight of the ship's crewmen. An elder man wearing an admiral's hat came from below deck and looked across the gap between the two ships to the Reverend. The Reverend smirked.

"Admiral. It is always a pleasure to see you." The man with the admiral's hat signaled his men to place a boarding plank across the gap for the Reverend to cross. Once placed, the Reverend crossed and shook hands with the commander of the ship. "Admiral, make sure no one finds my ship. It has far to much evidence aboard to salvage."

"Shame." The man chuckled. "Your ship is a beauty. But I follow your orders." The man turned his head to his crew. "Men, you heard the Reverend. Scuttle the ship." The crew was fast in their work. They pushed the Reverend's ship away from their own and then threw firebombs onto the deck of the Reverend's. Everyone aboard watched the fire engulf the ship before it eventually sank beneath the dark waves of the sea. The man looked to the Reverend. "Sir. Where shall I take you?"

The Reverend quickly glanced at the mark on his hand then back at the man. "I have business in Dalaran. Take us to Northrend. Preferably as quickly as possible. My business is of a sensitive nature and any delays will cause problems." The Reverend coughed. Though it was not as bad as any of the coughs he had been having for months. "I assume you have a cabin prepared for me?"

"Of course Sir. My first mate will show you down. I have to get back to ensuring that your business is not in jeopardy. We will be in Northrend before you know it." The man signaled for the first mate. He came down, saluted both the Reverend and the man, then guided the Reverend below decks to his cabin.
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Re: Eclipse: Curse These Old Bones

Postby DeclanRavenholdt » March 6th, 2015, 1:27 pm

((By the way. If anyone is in Dalaran and wants to hop in. Feel free to post.))
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Re: Eclipse: Curse These Old Bones

Postby DeclanRavenholdt » March 6th, 2015, 1:41 pm

The Reverend could feel his body weakening from the drain of mana. If he did not reach Dalaran soon, he feared what might become of him. Would he become another lifeless corpse like the prisoners aboard his ship? No. He thought to himself. I will not let this be the end of me. He then thought of Dalaran once more. He had only visited the city once, but it's reputation for magic users made it the perfect place to ensure his survival.

The horse back ride from the shores of Northrend to the forests below Dalaran went exceptionally well. The Reverend had imagined running into trouble, but his escort proved to ward off any would be attackers. It was dark by the time he reached the Kirin Tor outpost below Dalaran which guarded any access to the city from the ground. As the Reverend and his small escort approached, the mages readied themselves.

"Who goes there?" The mages shouted.

"Reverend Jameson Smithe. Servant of the Light and servant to King Wrynn, Lord of the Alliance. I request that you open your city to me and my entourage." The Reverend called back.

The mages lowered their weapons. "Of course. Welcome to the fair city of Dalaran Reverend Smithe. Allow one of my men to guide you to one of the inns within the city." The commander of the mages said as he signaled to one of his men. The mage approached the Reverend and bowed.

"This way." The mage said as he stepped into the portal. The Reverend and his men followed after him until he brought them to one of the nicest inns in the city. "I must return to my post. Enjoy your stay in Dalaran Reverend." He said before bowing again.

"Thank you for seeing me in. I am sure I will enjoy myself." The Reverend said a quick pray and touched the mage on the shoulder. "Light be with you." The mage thanked him and went on his way. A sinister smile slid across his face. "One down. A city ripe for the picking to go."
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