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"It's a type of sentient machine created in the last war on my home plane. As their name implies, they were made for combat, but they all had a spark of intelligence. After the war, there was a treaty that declared them sentient beings. With you in that large armor, that was the first thing that came to my mind." She leans back and falls against the newly-rebuilt wall. "Huh, didn't know there were mages around here. At least her wall is rebuilt.." Slindis slumps back, unconscious. A quick look at the torn clothing reveals a battered body, with fresh scarring on her left leg. | |
The time had come. "Ah, Troll, it's been some time, hasn't it? Like the good master that I am, I let you have your play time. But that time is over, so like the obedient little slave that you are, it is time you returned to my service" "Ya have no idea how much I've waited fer dis, Lich King! No more runnin', no more games! Time ta end dis! Today, vengeance WILL be mine!" "Really, Troll? Vengeance? Ha! What makes you think you deserve it?" After everythin' I've worked for, everythin' I've sacrificed. Everythin' ya took away... I'll kill ya! I'll rid da world ef ya!" Rid the world of me? a grin appeared on the Lich King's face. You were raised into my legions to rid this world of the Scarlet Crusade and the Argent Dawn. Under my command, you killed hundrents of people, innocent and guilty alike. Even your own wife" DON' YA DARE TALK OF HER! In the final battle against the Argent Dawn you were on the brink of death, only to be spared by the very people I sent you against. You broke free of my control and were given a second chance at life" Dis torment isn't life. It be nothin' more but my punishment" Your punishment? You chose to make it so! You chose to come to Northrend, and face me. What did your obsession for vengeance do? It turned you into a monster. You killed your own brother twice, once when you learned he betrayed you, and once when I brought him back to serve me. I raised your wife's corpse,turned it into a Death Knight, just like you, yet you had no problem with cleaving her head off. Now, your friend's souls have been reaperd by my own sword, Frostmourne, yet you show no hint of caring! You are just like me! No! I be nothin' like ya! Really, now? I was saved from the Scourge's army in Androhal, I too was given a second chance. But I chose vengeace. I butchered an entire city to get rid of the plague, and took my father's army to Northrend. When my men wanted to get away, I burned our ships. I sacrificed the entire army just so I could get my revenge. Face the truth, Troll! Just like me, you'd do anything to sate your thirst for vengeance! The rage and hatred made it so that not a single word could be uttered. With a warcry, Jath'rakal leapt at his hated opponent, his blow fuelled by his hatred... ...Yet, it did not reach him. Instead it hit a roof. | |
Owen frowns and leans down, placing a couple fingers at her neck, checking her pulse, confirming her to still be alive he picked her up and walked further into the house hoping to find somewhere safe to place her down. | |
Owen eventually saw a bed that was relatively untouched that had a bow and fairly loaded quiver next to it. The dark red hairs on the sheets showed that this was the bed the drow had been using. | |
Owen gently places the Drow on the bed, throwing a blanket over her before unslinging his rifle and hesitantly sliding it under the bed 'don't want these guys to fell threatened by me...' he thought before heading out to explore the town. no idea though. | |
Jath'rakal looked around confused. One moment he was striking the Lich King, the other he found himself destroying a house. What place is dis? How did I get 'ere? It be obvious. An Alliance town! Da Lich King teleported ya away because he was afraid of ya! Jath wanted nothing more but scream from fury. Once again he was thwarted. As he saw the townsfolk gather around him though, he beat his urge. Unless ya wanna be cut down, make way, peasants! he said as he seathed his sword. Why don't ya ask dem where we are? Dese rubble be too scared to answer. I'll look fer someone braver He sniffed. There was the smell of the forge in the air. He decided to head towards it. | |
Richardson observed as the Troll fell onto the town in the distance. Now that is something you don't see everyday. He drifted towards the city, keeping a distant eye as the event unfolded before him. | |
Hey! Do ya feel dat? Jath looked up. He could barely see a shape that seemed to be hovering around over him. Da sooner we get to dat forge da better he thought as he picked up the pace [spoiler= OCC [/spoiler] | |
"Kazuya to HQ, Lead was a dud, proceeding with search, over..." Kazuya called in as he went into the forest where Slindis came from, hoping for a lead of some kind. | |
After she woke up a few hours later, she made her way towards the forge. That could've gone better, but I'm fine for now. Slindis runs into Owen as she slowly walks to the forge. "Did you tell Lukah about her house? I'm sure she'll be as surprised as we were." As they entered the shop, the two of them are greeted by the soot-caked woman. "Hey, Slin! I need to get some measurements from ya so this armor won't pinch ya while ya wear it." She half drags the drow into a small alcove inside. "Hmm, loosen that area up, tighten that one up, fix the inseam, tweak the length of the arms, and there! Slin, I have my measurements. If you're worried about the clothes, don't be. I've seen them in worse condition, so I've got a change for ya at the house." Lukah escorts her to the main area and examines Owen's armoring. "Hmm, at first glance, it doesn't seem to do all that much. Mind of I do a small test? I promise, it won't hurt too much." She grabs one of her work hammers and juggles it in one hand. | |
Owen raises an eyebrow at the woman juggling a hammer. "One condition, not the face." He watches her warily, locking his armour down, allowing it to take a lot more of a beating. | |
"Why would I swing a hammer at your face? I wouldn't want to go and break anything." She gives the hammer a good swing aiming at the torso. She noticed that the armor didn't have a dent in it, and she laughs heartily. "I don't know who made that armor, but they were pretty impressive. They have my compliments." She puts the hammer down and wipes her face off. "Do, what brought you down here in the first place, armor boy?" | |
"What brought me down here? You mean the drop pod?" Owen streches his arms as he unlocks his armour, turning the visor clear. "Its still in the crater it made, I think." | |
"You came down in that thing? How do you plan on getting back up? Unless you can go and sprout wings, you're stuck in this little town. If you have the silver, there's an inn here that you can stay in." She turns back around and heads back to the forge, working the mithril. Still chuckling from the scene earlier, Slindis looks up at Owen. "I get the feeling you don't use copper, silver, gold, or platinum as currency where you cone from. Am I right?" | |
"Yeah... Money might be a problem..." He turned to Lukah "I can sell you the drop pod, I can garuntee some scrap metal from it." Owen said hopefully, his hand idly fiddling with his SMG holster. | |
Lukah's eyes light up. "Come back to me later, and I'll see if I can work something out for ya, armor boy. Until then, could you two get out? Distractions are nice and all, but I'm sure that Slindis wants her armor repaired as soon as possible." Once they're outside, Slindis chuckles. "I'm guessing you want a reason for what happened back at that weapons plant, don't you?" | |
"Honestly? I don't think so. I come from one war and get dumped in the middle of a personal crusade, I like this place though, its... Detatched from all that. Its peaceful. Well, more so than Mars was." Owen laughs under his breath, his face darkening before his visor went black again. Owen glanced up and down the street. "What am I going to do for a bed tonight?" | |
She grins. "If you need a few silver, I'd say that job you did today was worth at least ten gold coins. That should cover you and then some." Slindis grabs a small pouch from her pack and pulls out the pieces, although it's surprising how such a small bag doesn't seem to have lost its shape. "If I were you, though, I'd be careful about leaving your weaponry in the open. Even in small towns like these, you'll find people that find it amusing to have your equipment. You'd be less likely to be stolen from, but keep an eye out for it." | |
"Yeah, never really had that problem where I came from, everyone sort of banded together for the war, it was us or them... Wait a second... Vera!" Owen side-steps past Slindis and sprints off to the house he left her in originally, he ran up to the bed and pulled his rifle from underneath it, sighing with relief. | |
She walks after him, seeing him holding the rifle. "Well, if it goes right back home, they'll band together against this rising goddess the same way they did five years previously when the devil armies attacked the city." | |
Owen takes the gold he offered her earlier and nods his thanks to her. "You're a good woman Slindis, thanks for the money, I'll see you when I see you." With that he slings his rifle over his shoulders and heads for the inn. | |
She retrieves the communicator that nearly got crushed and went inside the house. Wow, I'm getting beat up badly as of recently. Maybe I should get some rest while Lukah works on that armor. She grabs some bread from the table, enjoying her first bite of food for a few days. "I'd better earn my pay while I'm here. That's tomorrow's job, though." She plops into the bed and falls asleep. | |
Rugal finally wakes up in some kind of cell. | |
ooc = Yes "Hello, Slindis, You there?...It's Rugal, I seem to be in a cell, don't know where, can't break out, where are you? Did you get away?" | |
Slindis is woken up in the middle of the night by the call. "Rugal, I'm going to switch to a secure channel. We don't want to be overheark, especially with that Kazuya out there." She changes the channel, and she continues upon hearing Rugal's response. "I did manage to make it away safely, and I'm currently staying with the smith repairing my armor. Although as I just mentioned, there's a Kazuya looking for you. He's the type that doesn't seem to care who's caught in the conflict as long as his mission is completed. Luckily, I managed to get some help from someone else here, but I need some time to recover before I do any major searches. As soon as my armor gets repaired, I'll begin moving. From what Lukah said, it should be five more days until it's finished. I'll also look into getting a shield from here as well. Just hang in there, all right? I'd rather move when I'm ready." | |
Rugal froze a moment when he heard the name of his former second-in-command. | |
Owen awoke face down in bed, groaning into the pillow as he rolls out, rubbing his eyes and fumbling about for his helmet, as he pulled it on he switched the radio on and sent out a message, checking if there was anyone other than those he already met who could hear him. | |
She laughs and then groans from the pain. "You're telling me. Still, I'm going to get you out of there. I just need the time to get ready. I'll talk to you in the morning, okay?" She goes back to sleep and wakes up early the next day. Lukah approaches her. "Slin, would you mind doing a patrol around the town today? There may be some things that will attack you, but they aren't that big of a threat to any experienced warrior. If there's any modifications you'd like me to make to your armor, tell me today. I'm still in the stage where that can get done, and you'll need all the help you can get if you face that maniac again." After that, Lukah heads towards the forge to work on the armor, having already taken the drop pod to her forge for salvage. While Slindis walks around the town, she sees a large trollish figure clad in armor intimidating the people by the inn. How in Khyber did Droaam get here? She draws her rapier. "Identify yourself, or I will be forced to attack." | |
Owen trudges downstairs after slinging his rifle over his back, stepping out into the town after nodding his thanks to the innkeeper, he spots the troll and immediately pulls his rifle round into his arms, mistaking the troll for a Covenant elite. | |
Rugal hung up and sighed, now that Kazuya had most likely gotten to Slindis, He was now out an ally, which would then mean he would have to kill her. | |
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Owen moves a hand up to turn the visor clear. He raises an eyebrow " Well, I couldn't sit up there doing nothing. And... Warforged?"