"This is a spectacular find."
The plate-armored soldier standing next to the robed mageling...
The plate-armored soldier standing next to the robed mageling...
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Through the gate 1.1
Useless Writer
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- Somewhere between Wolf 359 and Courscant
"This is a spectacular find."
The plate-armored soldier standing next to the robed mageling gave him a sidelong glance through his thick helm. A small team of workers was slowly clearing rubble from the collapsed room slowly and with great effort. A massive stone circle stood imperiously atop a raised small pyramid. A strange plinth with a circular design atop it stood at the base of the pyramid, next to a ramp that led up to the stone circle. A large red button stood at the center of the circular design, surrounded by rings of runes.
"It's a weird circle in a bizarre ruin. What's so spectacular about it m'lord?" The footman asked, resting a hand on the hilt of his sword and rolling his sword-wielding shoulder in a vain attempt to work out a kink in his back.
"You lack the training to see it, but this artifact is literally drenched in arcane energy. I must know more!" The mageling said gleefully as blue energy began to wrap around his fingers. He began to draw sigils in the air as he started to work his will on reality.
"Alright M'lord." The footman sighed, turning towards the entrance to the room where the workers were cleaning the debris of whatever terrible event had occurred to bring down the previous roof. "I'll set up a camp and send a runner back to Redstone."
---later---
"Oi, 'as anyone seen the Lord Redstone?" The footman from earlier shouted as the camp started to settle down for dinner. The workers, footmen, and crossbowmen all collectively shook their heads and/or shrugged.
The footman sighed and cursed, turning around and walking back into the crumbling pyramid they'd found atop a windswept peak amongst the redridge mountains. The mageling had a nasty habit of getting caught up in his work, sometimes missing meals or even losing whole days to magical research.
He walked through a ruined promenade, climbing over a fallen column that the workers had yet to clear away. The room they'd found the artifact in was glowing with soft blue light. The footman shielded his eyes for a moment before they adjusted to the glare.
His Mageling charge had tossed off his robe and kicked away his boots at some point during his research, leaving only a sweat-soaked tunic and hose preserving his modesty. A formerly-empty book was floating next to him, recording his every word with a floating quill as he shifted his arms and hands, triggering different sigils. Lord Redstone was muttering some arcane gibberish that the footman's woefully inadequate schooling prevented him from understanding, but it was apparently important.
The footman waited for Lord Redstone to take a breath before intruding on his study.
"Err… Milord? It's been several hours since you started. I don't give a damn if you're figuring out the secrets of Azeroth herself right now. You need rest and food." The footman said, carefully staying a few feet back as he did so. He'd learned the hard way that touching a mage while they were working could be dangerous back when the young lord had just started his apprenticeship under the good Conjuror Karas Blackthorne. Everyone within the Redstone household remembered with some embarrassment the day of Blue skin.
"You're probably right Argus." Lord Redstone said after canceling the spell cast on the book. "And when will you actually call me by my first name? We're well away from Father and his thrice damned rules."
"Sorry milor- Alex. I'll try to remember in the future." Argus the Footman said with some reluctance, Baron Redstone was very… olde-fashioned in his views on things such as propriety and terms of address. Argus had seen more than a few poor souls whipped or beaten for being overly-familiar with any of the the Lords or Ladies of House Redstone.
As Alex started to pack up his materials. Argus started pondering, uncharacteristic for someone of his station, but how else does one pass the time spent standing guard in peacetime?
King Lane had been crowned at the passing of his father King Adament not so long ago. Another in a line of noble, just, good kings and queens of Azeroth. Rumor had it that there had been disturbances in the south, of burned villages and sacked castles near the Swamp of Sorrows, and the King had dispatched a force to investigate.
Unfortunately, that bit of gossip was months old. It's probably nothing more than a band of overambitious bandits or trolls having a glut of good lu-
"Milord!" Another footman shouted, near the door to the room. "Redstone burns!"
That caught both of their attentions.
"How do you know?" Alex asked as he pulled his boots on in a manic hurry.
"A pillar of smoke rises from where Redstone is obscured by the other mountains. Our sentries at the base of this mountain can hear distant screams. I'm sorry Milord, but it does not look good for your family." The Footman reports as he comes a bit further into the room. " What do you propose we do milord?"
Alex, err…. Lord Redstone looked pensive for a moment. He'd never been much good at war games. He much rather preferred the arts of literature, magic and music to that of war and strategy.
As the Mageling was about to speak, the Artifact started to activate. A stone indicator beginning to spin around the circle, stopping at certain runes as it did so. Lord Redstone was distracted for a moment by the activation of the Artifact, but he refocused on the other footman.
"Gather the workers and what survivors you can and head north. With some luck, you'll be able to reach Ironforge in a few weeks' time. Keep my people safe Sergeant." Lord Redstone ordered. The Sergeant snapping a crisp salute and left at a quick march.
"What about yourself, lord? What of your own safety?" Argus asked as the Mageling opened his notebook back up and jotted down a few quick notes with a permanently inked quill. The Artifact still cycling through whatever it was doing.
"Come now Argus." Lord Redstone chuckled as a blue circle came into being within the artifact "I have you backing me up. What could go wrong?"
The plate-armored soldier standing next to the robed mageling gave him a sidelong glance through his thick helm. A small team of workers was slowly clearing rubble from the collapsed room slowly and with great effort. A massive stone circle stood imperiously atop a raised small pyramid. A strange plinth with a circular design atop it stood at the base of the pyramid, next to a ramp that led up to the stone circle. A large red button stood at the center of the circular design, surrounded by rings of runes.
"It's a weird circle in a bizarre ruin. What's so spectacular about it m'lord?" The footman asked, resting a hand on the hilt of his sword and rolling his sword-wielding shoulder in a vain attempt to work out a kink in his back.
"You lack the training to see it, but this artifact is literally drenched in arcane energy. I must know more!" The mageling said gleefully as blue energy began to wrap around his fingers. He began to draw sigils in the air as he started to work his will on reality.
"Alright M'lord." The footman sighed, turning towards the entrance to the room where the workers were cleaning the debris of whatever terrible event had occurred to bring down the previous roof. "I'll set up a camp and send a runner back to Redstone."
---later---
"Oi, 'as anyone seen the Lord Redstone?" The footman from earlier shouted as the camp started to settle down for dinner. The workers, footmen, and crossbowmen all collectively shook their heads and/or shrugged.
The footman sighed and cursed, turning around and walking back into the crumbling pyramid they'd found atop a windswept peak amongst the redridge mountains. The mageling had a nasty habit of getting caught up in his work, sometimes missing meals or even losing whole days to magical research.
He walked through a ruined promenade, climbing over a fallen column that the workers had yet to clear away. The room they'd found the artifact in was glowing with soft blue light. The footman shielded his eyes for a moment before they adjusted to the glare.
His Mageling charge had tossed off his robe and kicked away his boots at some point during his research, leaving only a sweat-soaked tunic and hose preserving his modesty. A formerly-empty book was floating next to him, recording his every word with a floating quill as he shifted his arms and hands, triggering different sigils. Lord Redstone was muttering some arcane gibberish that the footman's woefully inadequate schooling prevented him from understanding, but it was apparently important.
The footman waited for Lord Redstone to take a breath before intruding on his study.
"Err… Milord? It's been several hours since you started. I don't give a damn if you're figuring out the secrets of Azeroth herself right now. You need rest and food." The footman said, carefully staying a few feet back as he did so. He'd learned the hard way that touching a mage while they were working could be dangerous back when the young lord had just started his apprenticeship under the good Conjuror Karas Blackthorne. Everyone within the Redstone household remembered with some embarrassment the day of Blue skin.
"You're probably right Argus." Lord Redstone said after canceling the spell cast on the book. "And when will you actually call me by my first name? We're well away from Father and his thrice damned rules."
"Sorry milor- Alex. I'll try to remember in the future." Argus the Footman said with some reluctance, Baron Redstone was very… olde-fashioned in his views on things such as propriety and terms of address. Argus had seen more than a few poor souls whipped or beaten for being overly-familiar with any of the the Lords or Ladies of House Redstone.
As Alex started to pack up his materials. Argus started pondering, uncharacteristic for someone of his station, but how else does one pass the time spent standing guard in peacetime?
King Lane had been crowned at the passing of his father King Adament not so long ago. Another in a line of noble, just, good kings and queens of Azeroth. Rumor had it that there had been disturbances in the south, of burned villages and sacked castles near the Swamp of Sorrows, and the King had dispatched a force to investigate.
Unfortunately, that bit of gossip was months old. It's probably nothing more than a band of overambitious bandits or trolls having a glut of good lu-
"Milord!" Another footman shouted, near the door to the room. "Redstone burns!"
That caught both of their attentions.
"How do you know?" Alex asked as he pulled his boots on in a manic hurry.
"A pillar of smoke rises from where Redstone is obscured by the other mountains. Our sentries at the base of this mountain can hear distant screams. I'm sorry Milord, but it does not look good for your family." The Footman reports as he comes a bit further into the room. " What do you propose we do milord?"
Alex, err…. Lord Redstone looked pensive for a moment. He'd never been much good at war games. He much rather preferred the arts of literature, magic and music to that of war and strategy.
As the Mageling was about to speak, the Artifact started to activate. A stone indicator beginning to spin around the circle, stopping at certain runes as it did so. Lord Redstone was distracted for a moment by the activation of the Artifact, but he refocused on the other footman.
"Gather the workers and what survivors you can and head north. With some luck, you'll be able to reach Ironforge in a few weeks' time. Keep my people safe Sergeant." Lord Redstone ordered. The Sergeant snapping a crisp salute and left at a quick march.
"What about yourself, lord? What of your own safety?" Argus asked as the Mageling opened his notebook back up and jotted down a few quick notes with a permanently inked quill. The Artifact still cycling through whatever it was doing.
"Come now Argus." Lord Redstone chuckled as a blue circle came into being within the artifact "I have you backing me up. What could go wrong?"
Through the gate 1.2
Useless Writer
He who should not access the interwebs...
- Location
- Somewhere between Wolf 359 and Courscant
"My lord? Do you think it's wise to simply stand here and wait for whatever the artifact is going to do happens?" Argus asked as the Mageling stood entranced at the sight of the swirling blue vortex of energy.
"If my first hypothesis proves correct, this artifact is a portal generator, like those ones the Arch Mages in Dalaran are experimenting with. Surely we can…" Alex paused in the middle of his obviously well justified reasoning to continue putting his life in danger, no doubt as his steadily growing ability known as common sense kicked in. "You're right. We should get clear."
As the pair turned to leave, they both heard a strange warping sound, one usually heard when magic goes weird. Argus, having spent many nights under the care of the priesthood of the Light after another of his charge's magical mishaps, reacted with all the speed and insight a veteran footman developed and sent his charge to the floor with a quick shove of his shield arm while he drew his sword. He then turned on his heel and placed the bulk of his enchanted plate-armored body between Alex and whatever might be coming out of the alleged portal.
A quintet of strangely armored soldiers tramped down the ramp. Four of them held tall staves with bulbous heads while the fifth held a strange weapon in it's hand, vaguely reminiscent of a Dwarven Pistol, if they were serpentine and gilded in gold. Their armor was a strange mix of plate and chain, wearing full helms in the shapes of massive hooded snakes.
Argus eyed the lot of them warily, raising his shield into a blocking position as he brandished his sword.
The quintet seemed to trade glances before laughing, their voices oddly distorted by their helms. Moment of mirth done, the first one raised his serpent gun and pointed it at Argus. Dispersing a wave of electricity at the stout footman.
While you couldn't see through their helmets, their surprised reactions carried over well in their body language as the electricity was deflected by the footman's shield, several runes glowing as their magic was called into effect.
"FOR AZEROTH!!!" Argus cried as he charged his aggressors. Enchanted steel blade humming through the air as he bull rushed the band of serpent-helmed men. With almost contemptuous ease, Argus cut the first man's hand off, leaving him to scream as his lightning gun clatters to the floor. He turned his blade on the man directly behind the first and to the right, the magical edge of his sword slicing through the strange metal of the helmet like butter. Cleaving the man's very human face in twain.
The others had recovered from their shock and responded, whacking away at the footman with their heavy staffs, the concussive impacts doing far more damage as compared to the lightning.
Alex shouted for Argus to get clear as he sent a quartet of razor edged icicles skittering off the serpent men's' armor. He may only be an apprentice but he'd be damned before he abandoned his friend.
Argus found his undoing in taking another of the Serpent men's lives. His blade shearing through another man's armor and into his chest as one of the Serpent men swung above the footman's shield and struck him on the side of the head. If his helm hadn't been there, Argus would've met his end that day, as the Serpent man hit with more than enough force to shatter Argus's skull. But, with the impact dampening enchantments on Argus's helm, it only knocked him out.
Alex opened his mouth to scream in despair as his friend fell, only to receive a bolt of electricity for his troubles. Since Alex lacked any protections against Lightning (he was on an archeological dig with a company of Footmen, cut him some slack) he went down hard.
---Apophis snatch team---
"Reactivate the gate." The now one-handed leader of the host collection team said as he surveyed the carnage. His symbiote had already closed the wound, so he was in no danger of dying. He could only hope his god would keep him in his service.
"But Lord Apophis demanded we capture as many hosts as we could, we won't be able to return here!" One of the Jaffa said, seemingly unaware as to the danger of the situation they were currently in. After all, if but two natives of this planet could match up against Jaffa, then what could ten do? Or a hundred?
"Lord Apophis will be pleased by what we have, and understanding of our need to retreat." The leader said, leaving off the "I hope." that should have been on the end of that sentence. "We have taken something we have not encountered before, a magic-user with no need for artifice! I have no doubt our god will reward us well for this capture."
"Very well, but I do not like it." The outspoken Jaffa said, turning to the plinth to trigger the return to Apophis's domain.
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Before I hear anything about the scale of enchantment in this scene. I would like to say for the record that since the world of Warcraft is absolutely lousy with magic items and with enchanting as a profession being a thing. It's reasonable to assume that enchanted gear for soldiers is fairly common or at least not uncommon for every nation with a decent guild of magic users and moderately deep coffers. I'll explain more in story as time progresses, but for now, let's not start any arguments, please?
"If my first hypothesis proves correct, this artifact is a portal generator, like those ones the Arch Mages in Dalaran are experimenting with. Surely we can…" Alex paused in the middle of his obviously well justified reasoning to continue putting his life in danger, no doubt as his steadily growing ability known as common sense kicked in. "You're right. We should get clear."
As the pair turned to leave, they both heard a strange warping sound, one usually heard when magic goes weird. Argus, having spent many nights under the care of the priesthood of the Light after another of his charge's magical mishaps, reacted with all the speed and insight a veteran footman developed and sent his charge to the floor with a quick shove of his shield arm while he drew his sword. He then turned on his heel and placed the bulk of his enchanted plate-armored body between Alex and whatever might be coming out of the alleged portal.
A quintet of strangely armored soldiers tramped down the ramp. Four of them held tall staves with bulbous heads while the fifth held a strange weapon in it's hand, vaguely reminiscent of a Dwarven Pistol, if they were serpentine and gilded in gold. Their armor was a strange mix of plate and chain, wearing full helms in the shapes of massive hooded snakes.
Argus eyed the lot of them warily, raising his shield into a blocking position as he brandished his sword.
The quintet seemed to trade glances before laughing, their voices oddly distorted by their helms. Moment of mirth done, the first one raised his serpent gun and pointed it at Argus. Dispersing a wave of electricity at the stout footman.
While you couldn't see through their helmets, their surprised reactions carried over well in their body language as the electricity was deflected by the footman's shield, several runes glowing as their magic was called into effect.
"FOR AZEROTH!!!" Argus cried as he charged his aggressors. Enchanted steel blade humming through the air as he bull rushed the band of serpent-helmed men. With almost contemptuous ease, Argus cut the first man's hand off, leaving him to scream as his lightning gun clatters to the floor. He turned his blade on the man directly behind the first and to the right, the magical edge of his sword slicing through the strange metal of the helmet like butter. Cleaving the man's very human face in twain.
The others had recovered from their shock and responded, whacking away at the footman with their heavy staffs, the concussive impacts doing far more damage as compared to the lightning.
Alex shouted for Argus to get clear as he sent a quartet of razor edged icicles skittering off the serpent men's' armor. He may only be an apprentice but he'd be damned before he abandoned his friend.
Argus found his undoing in taking another of the Serpent men's lives. His blade shearing through another man's armor and into his chest as one of the Serpent men swung above the footman's shield and struck him on the side of the head. If his helm hadn't been there, Argus would've met his end that day, as the Serpent man hit with more than enough force to shatter Argus's skull. But, with the impact dampening enchantments on Argus's helm, it only knocked him out.
Alex opened his mouth to scream in despair as his friend fell, only to receive a bolt of electricity for his troubles. Since Alex lacked any protections against Lightning (he was on an archeological dig with a company of Footmen, cut him some slack) he went down hard.
---Apophis snatch team---
"Reactivate the gate." The now one-handed leader of the host collection team said as he surveyed the carnage. His symbiote had already closed the wound, so he was in no danger of dying. He could only hope his god would keep him in his service.
"But Lord Apophis demanded we capture as many hosts as we could, we won't be able to return here!" One of the Jaffa said, seemingly unaware as to the danger of the situation they were currently in. After all, if but two natives of this planet could match up against Jaffa, then what could ten do? Or a hundred?
"Lord Apophis will be pleased by what we have, and understanding of our need to retreat." The leader said, leaving off the "I hope." that should have been on the end of that sentence. "We have taken something we have not encountered before, a magic-user with no need for artifice! I have no doubt our god will reward us well for this capture."
"Very well, but I do not like it." The outspoken Jaffa said, turning to the plinth to trigger the return to Apophis's domain.
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Before I hear anything about the scale of enchantment in this scene. I would like to say for the record that since the world of Warcraft is absolutely lousy with magic items and with enchanting as a profession being a thing. It's reasonable to assume that enchanted gear for soldiers is fairly common or at least not uncommon for every nation with a decent guild of magic users and moderately deep coffers. I'll explain more in story as time progresses, but for now, let's not start any arguments, please?
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