Evellin

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  1. Evellin

    Could we have the Shoutbox back?

    It feels a lot more distant without the shoutbox around anymore. I'd like to see it return too! Like Vly said, maybe introducing ads or a place where you can introduce donations could help fund the shoutbox? I'm sure folks would be happy to show their support.
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  3. <p>LOL, thank you for that. >.<</p>

    <p>Looks like my tumblr dashboard.</p>

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  5. <p>Thank you! <img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/smile.png" alt=":)" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/smile@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /></p>

  6. <p>Happy birthday!</p>

  7. Evellin

    Void ((Ask for invite))

    "Coward," Evellin muttered as she watched Tuuroto leave. She made no move to depart herself, eyes turning to the portal and beings that stepped forth. Two of them. The minion's explosion shook her, though it was a tactic she'd seen before; frost enveloped her and pushed outward, minimizing any rubble or glass that would find its way clattering against her armor. It was simply one less problem to deal with. Smoke poured into the room, discolored by the magic that fueled it. She held her breath, but she did not have to breathe. One down. Evellin drew her sword finally; the blade shone with a finishing gloss she'd applied shortly before with a careful hand. Years of living with a rogue had taught her a few things of their art; applying poison to a weapon was one of them. What was poisonous to the dead? Her eyes glowed brighter as more frost clung to her like a second skin, hissing faintly with her movements. She grit her teeth sharply, watching Ark meet his end. She felt no pity for him; only for those gathered who were now fighting for their very lives, based on the whims of a few cowardly dogs who'd never taken her advice on the threat they now faced. Two down. She didn't expect those gathered to put their friend down; Rosepha would be the next threat. As Altherion turned to face Evellin, the female Death Knight braced herself for combat, knowing full well that another bullet could be coming her way. She bared her teeth like a wolf asserting dominance, right as the gunshot rang in the air. Eve paused, surprised as the bullet made its mark not on her, but on Altherion; already the Death Knight was turning away. Vlynor had taught her well. Not to waste an opportunity; not to shy from any kill. Three down. Without notice, the arming sword found its mark in Altherion's back, cracking through a weak point in the breastplate. The blade, coated in a drying layer of holy water, twisted cruelly in the flesh; it was not meant to cause pain in this unholy being, so much as it was to render the organs of the corpse he possessed useless, to rip his belly open and spread the poison, and innards, as far as they would go. "Yes," Eve snarled. "Let us finish this."
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    Void ((Ask for invite))

    Evellin leaned quietly against a wall, behind the small army of paladins and other Light-lovers who were gathered around. Her armor, unlike the usual black, was a generic silver trimmed with blue; she didn't want to attract much attention, especially in a place like this. Ah, the Cathedral. It was a smart battleground, on the one hand. Instead of entering Altherion's territory, they would be dragging him to theirs, and he would have the field disadvantage. Or at least, that was the idea; Eve felt the buzz of Light in the air, down to her core, and it was deeply uncomfortable. Still... There was a graveyard behind the Cathedral, and crypts within its belly. An orphanage was just down the steps and to the left. Innocent people for whom Stormwind was their home. Civilians, the unarmed, merchants and traders.. children. A smart battleground, but a reckless and irresponsible one. Evellin grit her teeth, resting her wrist on the hilt of her arming sword. If these paladins thought this a good idea, they were in for a rude awakening. The very least she could do was save them from themselves... ...and then probably get insulted and banished from sight, or something. She shrugged to herself, and waited.
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    Six Fathoms Deep ((Ask for invite))

    Water splashed alongside the ship and froze along the hull, forming a winding array of swirled shapes that served as handholds for the Death Knight below. She climbed the ship, slowly and carefully; she didn't bother calling for a rope. After a few minutes of scaling the vessel at a snail's pace, Evellin stopped at the top, listening to the tail end of the conversation. A sigh escaped her, followed by a budding sense of anger. This wouldn't have happened if those idiots had listened to her warnings. Evellin gripped the edge and hoisted herself over, on deck.
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    Six Fathoms Deep ((Ask for invite))

    Evellin had spared no time to dive off the ship; it wasn't hers, and there was no way she was going to go down with it. Her boots connected with semi-solidified ice that hadn't had enough time to harden, cracking at the impact and forcing her right foot through. She growled, yanking it out, a path of ice forming out in front of her. She lunged a few steps forward and hesitated, glancing over her shoulder. Gone. Where had they gone? She didn't know, she didn't care to find out. She hadn't come here to witness a clash between an army and gigantic monster summoned by a Draenei whose blood was questionable at best. Evellin remembered the Outlands. She remembered the demons... she didn't trust that a bigger problem hadn't just been unleashed. The Death Knight would keep moving until she hit land.
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    Six Fathoms Deep ((Ask for invite))

    Evellin slammed her gauntlet into the face of a doubled-over enemy, following it up with a quick thrust of her cutlass; she would have preferred to fight with her broadsword, but the smaller, nimbler blade was more suitable for close quarter combat aboard a ship. Already she sported dented plate armor and a fresh cut above her eye that would have been gushing blood had she been alive. She considered going to the hold and ordering the gunners to fire upon the guns of the other ship, but it would be too late to change anything now. She looked to the side. The bear was busy fighting one of her own kind, and so she fell in line beside him, keeping stray Kvaldir at bay with fist and cutlass. Even if this wasn't a team she wanted, it was a team she was stuck with, and teamwork was the only way to keep them all alive. Then came the light. Evellin saw the strange, looming figures of the Kvaldir, imprinted in her vision behind the blinding light. Robbed of her most important and functional sense, the Death Knight brought her arms up in front of her and swung, trying to keep any enemies at bay as her eyes adjusted once more, only for her ears to meet a deafening screech. She looked to the glacier, seeing Tuuroto, and wondering how he'd reached such a spot. It was quickly followed by the mounting frustration that the leadership, both male Draenei, had abandoned their ship to die. Whatever Tuuroto had in store, the ship was still a vital tool, and she'd be damned if she saw it fall. With only a moment's hesitation, perhaps to offer silent apology, the Death Knight cut down one more Kvaldir and stepped away with her back to a mast. "You're not the only necromancer here," she muttered, as her hands began to glow a soft violet. Tendrils shot out around the ship, seeking out dead vessels, friend and foe alike, to reanimate. With a shudder and groan they rose to their feet and looked upon their new master for orders. Evellin leaned against the mast, worn from the generally untouched ability; she hated robbing these people of their agency, but this was a dire situation. "The enemy has boarded. Kill them, guard the ship. Guard the ship from water, bail it out if you must, and do not harm this crew. Defend them!" She waved two of the reanimated corpses over, motioning to Rhysta. "Defend the healer of the living. Defend this ship!" The Death Knight prepared her cutlass once more, and prayed that Tuuroto knew what he was doing.
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    Six Fathoms Deep ((Ask for invite))

    Evellin hesitated with her fist against the door. Though she wanted to go inside, she felt vulnerable being unable to see what was going on aboard the enemy ship. It was blind herself or stall and be aware of her surroundings. The Death Knight stepped back, looking out just as the scene played out. Even from this distance she could see the unmistakable slaughter, as Altherion sliced the head from his wife's body, kicked the corpse into the ocean, and effectively orphaned their elf-child. Even as Altherion bellowed his threats for all to hear, Eve wondered if they would finally pay attention. As the cannons were fired into the water where Tuuroto and the dinghy remained, the Death Knight wasn't entirely certain she'd have anyone left to offer up an "I damn well told you so" to.
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    Six Fathoms Deep ((Ask for invite))

    Evellin had braced herself, grabbing a hold of the ratlines as the ship was yanked to and fro like a hound's favorite chewtoy. Once everything settled, she looked out across the water, to the accursed vessel they faced. The Death Knight grunted unintelligibly. There, there at the top of the vessel was their prize; or what was supposed to be their prize, had they not frolicked into his own damn territory. Now she wished she'd stepped off the ship when she had a chance. They were surrounded by vile waters, the likes of which she wasn't entirely certain she could safely cross on her own. Eve finally released the ratlines and moved closer to the edge of the ship, peering across to get a better view. They were already armed and prepared. A well-oiled machine, numb from pain, and fear, and despair. Unlike this crew. She heaved a sigh; what was their plan exactly? Negotiate with this man? What did they even hope to gain from this? Her eyes lingered for a moment on the Sin'dorei and Draenei aboard the dinghy. "...so much for warfare." Cursing the situation, Evellin turned and made her way inward quickly, starting for the hold. But she lingered and changed her mind, moving towards the Captain's Quarters instead. Loading cannons wasn't useful. Seeing what the Admiral's diabolical plot to get everyone killed was; even if she could only prepare for a moment before the whole vessel went to hell. Evellin attempted to shove through the door.
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    Six Fathoms Deep ((Ask for invite))

    Evellin leaned against the ship, peering out at the frozen wasteland that was Northrend. Two weeks was a brutal length of time for a trip like this, especially at a time when she had mostly been staying with family. Her radio had cut out a week ago, whether it was from distance or the noticeable increase of chill in the air... either way she felt disconnected, and alone. More than once she'd questioned her wisdom in coming here, though she did not voice her doubts. She didn't speak much at all, really; the Death Knight didn't care for the crew, their games, and what motivations spurred this on. How did Tuuroto get a group of sailors under his employ? A hefty sum of coin perhaps- nobody in their right mind would volunteer to reach Icecrown like this. Everything was too quiet. Evellin preferred sailing the southern reaches of Azeroth, though the chill never bothered a corpse; she could practically taste the dread history of this place in the air. Northrend had once been more of a distant memory, but it all came rushing back. Too. Quiet. The Death Knight shifted her gaze to the shores, eyeing the supple mists. She expected more outcries, more sounds of combat... interest, alarm, anything. The lack of it almost unnerved her. Where would Altherion be waiting? What good would it be to sit in these chill waters like a plump duck awaiting the hunter's aim? Eve considered the shore, considered jumping off and forming a cold path to follow away from this ill-fated ship. With a grunt, the former captain stayed put, her wrist pressed to the hilt of her sword. Soon™.