Mason

Northrend Expedition (Ask for Invite)

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He looked over the desk in front of him covered in paperwork with seals of approval from the Stormwind nobles and the Ebonblade, after a few short days he'd gotten the last of the papers he needed most of them merely registration as he'd been away from Stormwind for quite a while now, and the preparations were done. Mason had finally finished and gotten any approvals he felt needed for the trip to Northrend in order to repair the Redblades ship, he sighed and stood rolling his shoulders yet again and hearing each pop loudly, he wasn't suited for desk work, found it too inactive, too slow. He set out from the borrowed offices of the Stormwind keep and went to the Docks in search of a corner he thought would work well, somewhere off to the side, not in the way so as not to interrupt the daily workings of the common man who kept the docks in order. After he found one satisfactory he pulled a small piece of chalk out a bag on his waist and marked the ground with an X, so as to easily find his chosen location for when he would open a Shadowportal into Northrend. Now all he had to do was wait for the mission to begin..

(Ooc note: this'll be the first Forum/Forum RP I've run, So sorry in advance should I make a stupid mistake haha, I'll pick up the basics pretty fast and any tips are appreciated)

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The Draenei Admiral was neither mentally nor emotionally prepared for another mission, especially one that required another voyage to Northrend. The images of Altherion conjuring the Undead, as well as his fellow Redblades being attacked by those Undead: everything was still fresh in Tuuroto's mind. Had he personally saw Reroma's slaying, Tuuroto would not have been able to keep his sanity and composure during the past several weeks.

However, Tuuroto knew full well that he needed to be the strongest in the Order: the beacon of optimism for his comrades. With this determination, although fragile, Tuuro pulled up his cowl and quietly snaked his way through the crowd of dockworkers in the Stormwind Harbor. He would soon find Mason, the newest recruit, who would be leading the excursion.

Tuuroto stood at a distance, not interrupting Mason from his work.

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The sound of waves lapping at the beach was all Long knew, until he opened his eyes. Meditation seemed to be all the Shaman did as of late, but with his power increasing from his new armor and staff, he needed to. He checked himself over slowly, and once satisfied with his state, he stood. He looked around and smirked as he realized he was beneath the Stormwind Docks. He made his way from the beach to the Harbor cobblestones and with Mason's Magics easily noticeable, Long made his way towards his fellow Redblade and current mission Leader ....

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He missed the first trip to Northrend. While his brothers and sisters in arms were risking their lives against the undead he was tending his favorite fishing hole in Anglars Warf. Not this time, this time the Dark Elf is determined to partake in this mission and PROTECT his comrads. No more Redblades shall fall while the old war veteran still breathes. So here he stands ready and able, watching the Admiral from a distance. The old Mage looks to be in deep thought, inside Gioru steels his resolve to fight for his comrads and serve is Admiral till the end....whichever end that may be.

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There was a whisper of subtle magic, mixed in with an odd vision atop some of the crates beside Mason's arrangement. A figure materialized, clad in a dark, slim fitting ebon armor, attempting to mix stealth and practicality. The majority of it was comprised of leather, with certain plates of saronite along the helmet. The helm totally obscured his face, making his voice come out muffled. His predecessor's fabled axe and saronite armor were discarded, as today Ark bore his typical sniper-rifle, with the usual attachments. Instead of the holsters at his sides that normally held small firearms, there were two sheaths, holding shortswords. On his back was slung a pack of rations and supplies for the trip.

Ark let out a sigh of cold air, then looked at the chalky X. "Solid work, Specialist. Hail, Admiral, Brother Longdang, Gioru..." Ark unsheathed his blades, which seemed made of a type of ice, before he stabbed them into the crate as he leaned on his back.

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Tuuroto took a moment to carefully observe those around him. While many people, even those considered his closest friends, describe the Redblade Admiral as a laid back, naïve, and overly trustworthy individual, Tuuroto also had a hidden knack for observation that stemmed from his early years as a tarot card reader for the Blue Recluse. Just like reading the facial gestures and subtle movements of a client in order to deliver the appropriate reading (and thus a substantial tip), the act of monitoring the Order of the Redblades is not vastly different.

Gioru was different from how the Draenei knew him many months ago. Unlike the cocky, "dragon-slaying" persona the Kal'Dorei Survivalist used to portray, Gioru now had a certain determined look in his eyes. His words, although oftentimes terse and to the point, were filled with more meaning and confidence. Was it guilt from not being present during the last mission to Northrend and the destruction of Surwich?

Likewise, Shaman Longdang was exhibiting the same degree of seriousness. Once a laidback fisherman first to offer a comrade a pint to drink, Longdang also seemed hardened from all the recent tragedies to the Order, despite he being one of the newer additions to the Redblades. The fact that Long had begun actively leading an excursion to Pandaria was already a major indicator of growth in the eyes of the Redblade Admiral. However, Tuuroto could not help but remember the words Long had uttered several months ago, right after the Shaman had finished his official training in the water and lightning bending arts. The notion of "control" and "keeping balance" Longdang had said. Tuuroto feared that, regardless of how eager and capable the Pandaren may be, if Longdang were ever to 'snap', then Tuuro would feel personally responsible.

Tuuroto felt similiarly to Ark, who had begun donning the armaments of Altherion as a means to keep 'dangerous artifacts out of the wrong hands.'

...

The Admiral took a deep breath, covering his overwhelming thoughts of concern with a warm pleasure smile façade. He knew that the only option right now was to put faith in his comrades and, specifically, put faith in the recruit Mason in his first leadership mission. Tightening his cowl and giving an intent, almost staring, look at the new Death Knight, Tuuroto awaited Mason's orders.

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Kerli made her way to the gathering that was forming on the docks. She knew they were heading to Northrend to get supplies for the ship, So that they could check on the rumors she had been hearing about Pirates disrupting trade in Pandaria. Her hooves clicked softly on the stone work as she made her way down to the docks. She could already see quite a few people had shown up. Ark a hunter that seemed to have a different aura surrounding him a of late, the elements did not react kindly to this new Ark. Longdang, the Shaman whom she felt closest too, but that could be because of their common interest in the elements. A Reanimated Knight which she did not have much dealings with, but it was odd that she got the same reaction of her elements as she did with Ark. Gioru, a night elf that she also did not know much about, he had just recently re joined the guild but seemed to have a better standing with the Admiral then herself. And Of course the Admiral himself was there, She did not know what to make of him. The elements neither rejoiced or shunned the Mages presence, but he was never around long enough to make such an impression and there was also the fact that he had misplaced her Sister.

The women did not know what to make of the crew she had found herself in company with, but it would lead her to her sister at some point. Her Father would be furious to know that either of his daughters had anything to do with such characters, but what did not concern Kerli in the least. Walking up to the group she placed her bag down and announced herself. "Swabbie Kerli Reporting in." She gave a small salute to the group before re-positioning her shield and mace. Since her last meeting with the group the Dreanei had gone and gotten herself a few new pieces of jewelry to add to her already, similar to the ones that human females dawn. A small orange gem sat neatly on her nose, along with two rings sitting snugly through her button lip.

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Cyllos had just arrived at the docks on his motor bike, as he stepped off he waved his hand over a gem on the front which seemed to have ported it to a preset destination. "Good day Admiral and fellow Redblades." He walked up to the admiral who was standing near Mason the leader of this exhibition.

As he the admiral on the back he smiled cheerfully, " Going to fix our ship soon! " He shouted full heartedly. The Redblades hadn't noticed him, but Cyllos had been nearby near the top keeping watch on the them , noticing the seriousness that surrounded them. Hopefully, this trip could bring them out of this funk of brooding and help release tensions . After all, everyone has a breaking point and it should not happen this trip.

He leans in to whisper to the admiral , after a brief talk with him he nods and pats him on the back. Then he turns to Mason to discuss the plans, " So I am to understand that we are heading to Grizzly Hills to get some lumber to repair the ship. While that is good and all, will there be any side tasks that need to be done? "

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A deathcharger's hooves made a light tapping sound against the cobblestone ground. The dwarf on top was completely covered in her usual dark fur-lined saronite plate. Her horned helm shadowed her face and her runeblade glowed against her back. The pair strutted along the docks, eventually finding the gathering. She looked down - for once - at most of the group from atop her horse. The only other one that rivaled her height was the one on the crates. There was a familiarity about him, but the armor threw her off at first. Her charger strafed a step closer as she leaned to observe him.

"What," she muttered quietly.

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Mason nodded at the group and did a head count silently, seven men he thought, eight counting himself. Along with his men in Northrend it should be more than enough to secure the camp. Without a word he turned towards the X he'd marked the ground with and raised his left hand, the runes along the blade on his back began to burn with power as their energies were channeled through him, bursts of dark purple magic that resembled lightning flowed from his extended open hand into the ground, slowly raising up into the air and creating a torrent of magical power that formed into a smokey dark portal. He turned back to the gathering

"Alright, that portal comes out on the eastern side of the Grizzly hills near the beach. Once we head through my men will guide us through the woods towards the logging camp. When we arrive we will be securing the base and making sure the machinery works then scavenging for any useful supplies. That will include Shredders and Cannons, Probably also smaller weapons if they had an armory that wasn't picked clean. It'll be about three days, those of us that require sleep will do it in shifts otherwise keep an eye open. My soldiers reported Feral Worgen, wild wolves, and scattered Rune Giants, not many of those however. This will be a one way trip until the fury arrives, so if you aren't prepared to stay the full three days, Don't step through." Silence would fill the air for a moment as he stepped through, leaving the group to decide on their commitment to the mission. The portal stood there, flickering occasionally, almost glaring at those gathered around.

Those who followed through would find themselves stepping out of an identical looking portal in a mostly open grassy hill. Downhill they would see the waters of the northern ocean, uphill they would see a thick forest with trees that towered taller than most of the buildings in Stormwind. But perhaps the first thing to be noticed would be the three Skeletons, twelve Ghouls, and five Geists that grouped around the portal numbering twenty total. Mason would be seen speaking with one of the skeletons, this one clad in heavier armor, It nodded silently. "Alright, they've scouted out a path for us." he said to those who'd followed, taking a moment to allow everyone to gather their bearings before setting off.

((We can Assume Tuuro stepped through, despite what will probably be a lack of a post before we've moved forwards with the plot. He PM'd me letting me know he would be away today.))

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Long simply shifted his staff into a better position and quickly followed Mason through the portal. The last thing Long wanted to do was miss a chance to protect and defend his fellow Redblades. Long thought for a moment about the beasts Mason mentioned and cared little. He had run into worse, however it was the Horde known to be in the area that he actually hoped tried to interfere. Long was known for his pure hatred for all things Horde, and relished the thought of striking a few down.

As Long entered the portal and looked around, he was quite startled and quickly drew his staff. Twenty undead stood around the portal and he was most certainly not expecting an ambush from a new recruit, at least not this soon. Long began to shout "What the fel did you lead us ... ". He then noticed Mason speaking to the Large Armored Skeleton and he quickly calmed down. " .... So this is the team ....." He exclaimed as he replaced his staff on his back. Long slowly made his way over to Mason and asked "So where is this path you speak of?" as he cautiously eyed the rotting crowd around him.

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Cyllos sighs at the death portal, he has been through one before. It was not pleasant at all. Then Again, this portal doesn't lead to icecrown but it still gives him chills. He sighs and walks on through the portal , he was greeted by Long and Mason and several undead entities before him. Instinct kicked in and he drew his axe. "Are all the Undead really necessary for this exhibition?" He spoke to Mason. "Something about being surrounded by undead seems like a bad idea..."

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She watched as a few went through the portal, she could see the faint image of Grizzly Hills and figured it was safe to go through. As she emerged from the other side they coukd hear her shushing something. She shook all over trying to get the tingling feeling she often got from using portals out of her limbs. Over hearing the Palladian she chuckled. "You're the only one here that can hurt them and yet you dont want them here"

Kerli had been in Northern recently mining ores for a task Turro had given here but she had only briefly stopped in the Hills. And she could remember why the elements were saddened here as if a guardian had fallen. She found her place next to Long, the reanimated beings causing her no uncomfort.

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Cara emerged from the portal with a double grip on her runeblade. After the brief first moment to gather her surroundings, she shifted her weight to a more relaxed position, lowering the blade to drag along the ground. She was much more used to working among the undead than this new group she had joined not too long ago. The gathering of skeletons and geists that would assist them on the expedition provided her with a sense of familiarity.

She heard the recent comments, and added, "You were already surrounded by undead, anyway."

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