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  1. The Paladin considered the question for a moment. "Because they aren't alive, the Undead can't technically starve. However, I know if they don't eat their decaying process would accelerate and they'd break off into tiny pieces. As such, I guess they can starve in a sense." He responded, taking a sip of water. "As for his eating, I assume it works a lot like stem cells. But that doesn't make it right. But if he's alive, why does he fight with the Horde?"
  2. Micael stopped. "He's a what?" Micael hadn't expected that. He hadn't expected anything that came in what was supposed to be a quick and easy ambush. He had, of course, studied Inzema carefully. Nika's intel told them he was from another world, a fear of squirrels, and was, of course, incredibly dangerous. "You mean an undead human right? Otherwise why would he be part of the Horde? That's like a Tauren saying 'Hey, lets just help the Night Elves!'" He removed his backpack, relishing the weight now off his shoulders. "So, I assume Inzema now knows I'm here, correct?"
  3. Micael carefully examined what he was putting into the cup. Ice and the clear liquid labeled water. Could poison be frozen into the ice cubes? Yes. Was he afraid? No. He was a trillion miles away from home, cut off from back up, cut off from supply lines. No army, even a one man rampaging machine, could not under any circumstances, win a war that way. Reaching into a small pouch on his belt, Micael removed a chow kit and a blinking blasting cap. He swore. Usually his gear was much more well organized. "So, what can you tell me about Inzema?" He asked as he threw them in his large bag before pulling out a small tablet to ensure the water wasn't poison. It wasn't, so he took a sip.
  4. Goerin had no intention of surrendering the high explosives in his ruck. "The explosive charges in my bag are my safety measure, as I'm sure both you, and that... Ten? Ten and a half foot? Wolf thing are more than a match. I'm keeping them, you're just going to have to trust me." Realistically Micael had timed it out in his head. He could surround himself with a force field of the Light, and detonate the explosives before it wore off, thus ensuring that he survived the massive shockwave, however, he also knew Inzema had a certain honor code, one he did not plan on breaking. He smiled back. "A glass of water wouldn't hurt I suppose." Part of this relationship was give and take. Just as Ikai needed to trust Micael wasn't going to detonate the explosives before she could teleport him out, as her technology wouldn't work when he was in the bubble, he needed to trust she wouldn't poison him, something he wouldn't enjoy. "I assume Inzema isn't here, or is at the very least hurt from what I can assume by the vomiting, was a pretty nasty hit." He sat down on the couch. "So, what can you tell me about Inzema?" He kept his question general, seeing what he could get out of it.
  5. Micael was more than hesitant to remove his belt of explosives, but certainly less than excited to deal with the Ikai system. Trading safety and security for close recon of a serious enemy wasn't his favorite thing to do, but he'd do it none the less. His backpack still had plenty of explosives, including the heavier stuff, so he elected to compromise and remove the explosives on his belt, but not those in the harder to access backpack. He still had the pouches full of various gear and weapons, blasting caps, ect. and worst case he could improvise something big enough to kill himself and seriously damage some of these toys, but he'd rather not do that unless he couldn't escape. Putting the handful of explosive weapons on the floor, Goerin locked the safety on his shotgun, keeping a round ready to go. More than once he wished Jon could be there to help him through his problems, but now he really missed his friend. He was always a good talker. He quietly sheathed the longsword and followed, carefully looking around at things he could use if it came down to a fight. "So, you're Ikai. I assume I'm no longer anywhere where my friend Ranavos can back me up. Where exactly am I?"
  6. Micael landed with a lack of grace, barely standing, weapon ready. He slowly looked around, taking note of what was going on. He was in no place he had ever seen, and the last thing he wanted to do was get into a fight he couldn't finish. As such, when the blue woman spoke to him, he lowered his weapon. His helm would give him the advantage of disguising his identity, but it didn't matter if he was a billion miles away and out numbered. He had nerves of steel, but he truly feared being out numbered and out gunned with no backup. Could Ranavos possibly track him? It didn't matter. Right now Micael needed to make sure that this woman didn't find him a threat. Sword down, shield up slightly, a defensive stance, as not to get into a fight. "Who are you? Where am I? Are you alone?"
  7. (Quick note: The thread is no longer open, so please don't post any random encounters) The winds sent blistering cold into their faces as Micael motioned for Ranavos to hide behind a tree, down wind of a small clearing. Reaching into his pocket, he pressed the button before tossing the coin into the snow about 4 feet in front of him, before he slid behind his own tree, sword drawn, ready to fight. With a quiet thunk, Micael dropped his great helm on his head. The coin had... done nothing? They'd just have to wait it out.
  8. Micael

    Justice

    Mack looked at her for a moment. "Micael's attack gives me weird abilities. He wanted to save your soul... Oooooh look, you're in the snow now. Evellin is now a pirate dragon. That's badass. Anyway, Micael wanted to redeem your soul, so I have the ability to bring your soul into the Light. If you truly want to stay here with me, with no more pain, no agony, no more fighting and having to deal with the people you care about trying to assassinate each other, I can exorcise your soul. Your heart will stop and that will be it. You'll be a full blown ghost. No pain, no agony, nothing. Just peace. Micael's little Light show also would redeem your soul, meaning you would be going to paradise with me, which for you I assume is a big forest you can sleep in where you only lay down in bear shit half the time... Never got why you did that. But, if you're not ready, this is a kinda half way point. You're not dead. You're not alive. You're kinda in a coma. Your heart beats just enough to keep your brain from turning to mush, even though I'm sure it already is a little mushy, and you're in a suspended animation... At some point obviously a lack of bathing will mean who ever is feeding you will probably kill you, but you can theoretically live forever... Also you may grow a mustache, but don't quote me on that one."
  9. Micael stood up. He was heavily armored in the Trillium plate mail, enchanted to be extremely light, with a great helm for his head. On his shoulders was a bag, which he began loading equipment into, including Ranavos's supplies. On his leg were the two smaller blades, and the other had the hatchet. His sword and shield were on the floor, as was Jon's shotgun with extra rounds latched on the butt stock. Reaching down, he attached his belt, armed with several pouches and half a dozen explosives. He picked up his weapons before turning to Ranavos. "Put it on my bill. You ready? We should take a portal to Dun Morogh, close enough to Gnomergan where it can be believed that she was ambushed by a patrol and if we need back up its there, but far enough where they wont send an army to rescue her."
  10. The minute they got to his flat, Micael began putting on his heavy plate. "Ranavos, there's a pile of gold under the loose floorboard, pop it open, head into town, and get as many explosives, mana potions, and healing potions, everything we might need to take out 4-6 recon team. Also, we need shotgun shells and rope for the trap." He chugged one of the smaller mana potions he had and used it to heal his injuries. He was still sore, but he'd live. He lifted up a heavy looking tarp and pulled out a heavy shield emblazoned with the Alliance crest, as well as a longsword, a knife, a bayonet, and a hatchet, as well as a whetstone and Jon's shotgun, and began sharpening the weapons. He'd clean and load the shotgun with CLP oil and buckshot respectively.
  11. Looking at the two fighting, Micael knew what he'd have to do. Eve needed to leave because Micael needed to use Ranavos. Walking over to the two, Micael grabbed Ranavos by the arm. "Eve, go. Do what you need to do. Thank you. Nika always liked the warmth. If you can't throw her in the lava, bury her in Elwynn. She loved the forest. Ranavos, you're coming with me. You want Nika's death to mean something? We get armored up, weapons and runic bombs and a shit load of mana and healing stuff, ambush the shit out of whoever comes after this beacon thing, then use them to flip on their friends and we get to kill a whole bunch of enemies. First thing we need is a portal to my flat in Dalaran." Micael pulled Ranavos away from Eve to give her room to take off. "We're working together. Thats it. Nika's chapter is over. Eve will see she has peace. Now, open that portal, and lets get revenge on those who took her from us."
  12. Putting his hand on Nika's head, Micael considered blowing her brains out with the Light. And yet he held back. He still loved her deep down somewhere. Reaching out, the Light told him what he needed to know, as Paladin's were healers. She was still unconscious, meaning she was about a one on the coma scale. Her stomach had ruptured, her left lung collapsed, her heart, kidneys, and liver were shutting down as a result of getting blasted, poisoned by the Light. It killed him, but he needed to let her die. Paladin's believed before people truly died they were given a chance for redemption. If anyone could redeem her, it was Porter. She could be free of all of this. He just needed her to die so she could be at peace, so her crimes as a traitor, a killer, would be repaid. Leaning down, he trembled, as if he shivered, and for a moment whispered something in her ear, the wind taking the words before Ranavos and Eve could hear them. He knelt there for a long moment before standing up straight backed and proud. "Evellin, I beat the shit out of Vlynor because every time I had tried to arrest him he ran or fought. I spoke to my bosses and they advised me to use force. I had warrants for Vlynor, hell, I had warrants for everyone because everyone breaks the law. You wanna know the truth about Vlynor? He was a damn thug who in the end got what he deserved. You also wanna know the part you never remember? I tried to help him. I got him a job as a postman, a good, honest job with good honest pay. Three days after that he and Altherion attacked the Pig and Whistle. He, like Nika, was a danger to society, so I used deadly force. The night you always talk about, when I beat the hell out of him? He had pulled a knife on me first. Thats the Lights honest truth. I never told anyone because I always thought he could be redeemed. But in the end guess what? He got what he deserved." Micael could have said every single word of that to Evellin and not have been wrong once, but he didn't. He was heartbroken, not because he killed, for Nika needed to be killed, but because deep down, he was heartbroken that he had been forced to choose duty over her. Looking at Eve, he said a quiet thank you before turning and taking a step back to let Ranavos say good bye. And with the sun fading, the wind howling against his ragged clothes, and the snow coming down in the land of the bearded Dwarves, a Paladin of the Holy Light, a sailor, a soldier, a spy, a man who had lived a thousand lives and seen a thousand deaths stood, the last warmth of the sun fading as the man's heart broke. Nika had once told him that she loved how he always did what he thought was right, and right now it was killing him, it truly broke his heart to kill the woman he had loved. And as he stood, feeling more alone then ever, wishing there was another way, Micael Lauren Goerin silently cried, the warm tears now the only warmth he had left in the world.
  13. Micael nodded slowly. Eve had a point. He could hit the beacon and ambush whoever it was that responded, use them for information. But he needed to get patched up, get some proper armor, back up and weapons, and get his God dammed shotgun. That would take at least a few hours, and of those few hours, part of what was the most important to a combatant was rest. If he was exhausted, he'd need to relax a bit. "Alright, Eve's got a point. Look, I did kill her. She killed a lot of innocent people, betrayed me a lot, whatever. She was still... You know, kinda special... Anyway, me and Ran will go with you to say good bye. Ranavos is her brother or something, you're the closest thing we have to her friend, and... You know, have some people say good bye..." He stopped, his voice choking up slightly.
  14. "Ranavos, I have no idea if she's dead. If she is, fine, she was a traitor and killed who knows how many innocent people." He finished this statement just as Evellin roared overhead. "Shit. Get down!" He shoved the Lich down into the snow. "Come on, lets move. Where are we?" He asked, grabbing Ranavos's arm and pulling him up and running towards Eve landed. He was beat up and tired. He needed to think. 8 feet from Evellin he pulled Ranavos behind some scrub, noticing distinctly Dwarven architecture in the background. "Lets go, its freezing." Pulling Ranavos, he moved towards Eve and Nika. "Evellin, are you really going to take off without saying goodbye to Ranavos and I?" Walking forward slowly, Micael eyed the items Nika had on her. It was a lot of usual Nika crap. Scraps of paper, a few coins, a rock, a small weapon of some sort, a smaller bronze coin with a button or something, and some engineering parts. Micael picked them all up with out hesitating, putting them in a small bag. The wind howled, and Micael shivered. He needed to talk to Eve, then look at the stuff Nika had.
  15. Micael landed on Ranavos, taking a rather nasty gash over his eye from the Lich's armor. He groaned and rolled off. "Evellin got her. The blast I gave her probably killed her and might have even exorcised her soul. I couldn't take the chance that someone raise her as a Death Knight. Shes too tough. We also didn't get Inzema or Ikai or Quarosine, who, by the way, burns like hell still. Hopefully I hurt Inzema enough that he's going to need to take some time off his activities. Are you okay? He asked as he began glancing over the Lich for injuries.