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About Pyrisath

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  1. <p>Hi, I've been fairly busy lately. Just transferred for university this quarter. I moved from TN->ED->now sitting on MG, but I've been looking at getting back into RP on TN again at some point. Let me know what your battletag is if you are actively using that.</p>

    1. Alekander



      I'm so bad at this.  Hahahahah.  I added you, right?

  2. As the Sha of Anger would say... YOUR RAGE SUSTAINS ME
  3. Vennathros rose, his work as complete as it would be. He stalked to the front of the ship, carrying a rough piece of flat metal, Kaz'anet crawling slowly by his side. Numerous wires crossed the plate, integrating a small arcane crystal at the center. As he spoke, Altherion would notice that the side of the Ranger's head was peeled open, with several wires still hanging from it. "It is... effectively a transmitter, Lord. The arcane crystal that my tracking systems used was still attuned to the magic of the Redblade's spell casters. When power is run through it, it should cause them to feel as i
  4. The Ranger's eyes clicked a few times as he processed Altherion's words. His gaze latched on to the seeming weakness in the death knight's armor, but he was not stupid enough to attack in his own weakened state. Instead, he rose to his feet, bowing audibly. "May be able to salvage parts. Create distress beacon. Pretend to be friends, a portal spell malfunction. Use them to return when they come to save us." He stepped backward, turning to walk away from his Lord. He had a plan, a course of action. He knew what sacrifice it might entail, cannibalizing his own parts to create the beacon. But he
  5. Kaz'anet's legs twitched several times before the spider leveraged itself into a roll, bringing it upright. She seemed to pause for a moment before scuttling to her master's reaching hand, clicking her mandibles together in an oddly-excited greeting. The hand turned, two of the fingers barely reaching to scratch the underside of the spider's thorax. He remained lying down, but no longer struggled. Clearly damaged, but functional, Vennathros' voicebox crackled again, spitting out atonal words. "Most systems functional. Despite lack of gravity, we are slowing. No significant land masses are wit
  6. The words barely reached the Ranger's damaged ears. His head turned, bringing Altherion into his field of vision as the mechanisms about his throat wheezed and clicked. His voice box made a sound like a twig snapping before spewing out binary for a few seconds. The binary shifted into a low mechanic growl as he looked back toward Kaz'anet's corpse. His left arm, the only mostly-whole one left, reached out pitifully toward the spider, the charred fingers looking more claw-like than ever before. The growl stopped with a click, and the clawed hand closed, the arm relaxing. "Yes..."
  7. Vennathros had risen as Jitters disappeared from on top of him, trying and failing to rise and witness his Lord's Great Work. Instead, he saw only the grasping arm of the arcane monstrosity as it gripped the ship, sending Vennathros tumbling out of the fractured remnants of the crow's nest, and into a bed webs and splinters that had collapsed to the deck of the ship underneath and between the thing's crushing grip. The spider's threads entangled him as the ship was ripped through time and space, leaving Vennathros' mechanical sesnses overloaded and disrupted. He felt the shards of the ship pul
  8. Vennathros was tackled to the cramped floor by Jitters, the geist's flailing movements knocking Vennathros' remaining limbs every which way. The shock of the tackle re-focused Venn's mind, bringing him back into the moment of the geist's assault. But Jitters had paused her assault, and was staring at the Ranger with a lustful gaze, drool dripping from her gaping maw. It quickly became apparent what had captured the thing's interest, as it retched out the word "Shiiiiiiiinnnyyyyy...", before slapping her wet tongue against Vennathros, dragging it across his mechanical parts. With a mechanical
  9. Vennthros had shielded himself from the blast of the grenade with his rifle and his arms, and time seemed to slow as he saw the over-excited geist flying toward him. Any working muscles left around his ruined mouth would have twisted, giving a crude impersonation of a smile as the Ranger's mind flashed over his opinion of Jitters. He had always hated the geist, with its disgusting drool and absolutely stupid speech. Now he had the chance to enact all his vicious day dreams on the thing. Even if his gun had been useful at such close range, Vennathros already knew that the rifle was ruined. But
  10. Vennathros smoothly retrieved a special capsule from the pouch of bullets at his waist, reloading his rifle with calm efficiency as he studied the mage's actions. This new round was a special-made shredder round, originally meant to be shot at sails in order to cripple enemy ships, but a flying carpet would make a good enough target. He began to track her movements again, pondering about Jitter's apparent betrayal as he waited for the pair to get closer so that his shot had increased chance of dealing maximum damage. He recognized the danger the grenades might pose, but he trusted in Kaz'anet'
  11. Vennathros was distracted from confirming his shot at the shaman by a carpet zooming across his field of vision. The sheer amount of movement began to overwork his mechanical parts as they attempted to lock too many targets at once, both in the air and in between the two ships. A brief slap against the side of his head and the twist of a dial later, and his target-finding was choked down to a more reasonable number. His gun came back up in time to see the paladin swing onto his Lord's ship, and he clicked a few guttural commands to Kaz'anet before returning his attention to the flying mage. H
  12. The crow's nest would have been shattered, if not for the natural instinct's of Vennathros' spider. The spider was a native to the harsh climate of Northrend, and as such its web was resistant to much of the weather of the killer continent. Sensing the tension in the air as Altherion viciously executed Reroma, Kaz'anet had spun a protective web above the crow's nest to protect both it, and its master, from danger. Lightning struck the web, but was diffused into the already flaming sails. Momentarily shaken by the onset of the shamanistic storm, Vennathros quickly regained his overwatch positi
  13. Atop the Crow’s Nest of the Undead ship, a lanky figure watched the others through a thick scope. Vennathros form was dominated by the machinery that covered the lower half of his face, breathing apparatus and tubes extending down about his body. His hands bore a powerful rifle, and his armor was fitted with various weapons should the enemy rise to his location. A large pet spider skittered beside him, leaning off the railing of his perch. The Undead marksman began to search for targets, initially taking aim at a certain Pandaren, but holding his fire until commanded.