Entries tagged with ✝ varian wrynn [wow]

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[Unimpressed Varian is..... unimpressed, sparing the video a brief scowl.]

This place again? Surely once was enough, to be dragged into another group's war for a second time is an insult. As if my hands aren't full enough without having to be in this. It's been over a year, how long has it been since I left my room here? What was missed?

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01 ✧ video

[ a rather tired-looking blond man can be seen sitting on a couch in what appears to be initiate-provided housing; he gives the camera an equally tired wave. ]

Ah-- hello, everybirdie. [ he smiles, folding his hands in front of him. ] It's been quite hectic recently, hasn't it? I hope I'm not adding too much to the commotion.

But... I was wondering if someone could help me find something in the markets. It's [ a pause; should he describe it, maybe? new worlds and all that... ] a bit like a backwards coat, but it's meant to be worn indoors. It's very similar to a blanket, and... very warm...

[ he continues mumbling for a few moments before trailing off completely, his head falling forwards. he spends more than a few moments just... sleeping... but near the end of the recording, his head jerks back up suddenly. ]

Where was I? Hmm... oh, yes. Just let me know if you have any ideas.

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That seemed like a grand waste of time in the aspect of things. [No violence or war? Not exactly thrilling.] If I did not know any better I would have thought it was more getting us all out the way of something here.

[Gives in indifferent shrug.] Not that they would tell us of these things, as they do with most others.

Now then. Who has seen that orc Thrall around recently? I require words with him.

[Filtered to Jaina and Anduin.]

You will both be staying with myself in UNIT 1 2 1 0. I will hear no arguments against this. Bring your things.

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01 | VIDEO; dated to mid-morning.

Well, well, well. This place is never lacking for excitement, is it?

[ The feed turns on to a view of long fingernails, painted red, tapping against it. Then, it's drawn back so that everyone can see the face of the person that's holding the tablet, instead of just the hand. A blonde woman's sitting by the window of what appears to be a cozy looking cafe, a spoon swirling in her drink of its own accord. ]

I suppose that a 'welcome home' is in order. If you can call it 'home'. [ She looks slightly miffed by this – it might be London, but it still obviously fail to meet her standards. ] Anyway, enough about that. I'm posting today to talk all about you, Exsilium.

'Talk about what', I hear you ask? Well, you can say that it's my business to know other people's business, to uncover the mysteries that lurk beneath the surface of this city, and to write stories that will be sure to captivate the minds of my readers.

[ She's smiling now, although the corner of her mouth twitches slightly – a brief flash of irritation again. ] But now that we've all been brought here by that so-called 'Initiative', I'm going to have to build my career up from scratch. But not entirely from scratch, so don't worry about that, dears. I've been doing this for a very long time.

Anyway, seeing as we're all in this together, I was wondering if anyone would care to assist me – by which I mean I'm looking for a job. [ Even though the pleasant expression on her face doesn't waver again, she knows that the Transports have hardly put proper journalism at the top of their list of priorities. ] Although...I've never considered starting my own publication before, but it looks like that here I might have to – unless, of course, any of you have any information about any other journalists or even writers who have been brought to this city. If so, I'd love to hear it.

[ It never hurts to check out the competition, after all. ]

If you've anything to tell me, anything at all, and you don't want to be heard or seen by prying ears or eyes, feel free to contact me privately over this... device, or even come meet me here at this cafe. It's quite cozy; I always find that such places have a certain ambiance to them, wouldn't you agree? [ She attaches directions to the broadcast, and her smile widens slightly further. ]

Oh, by the way – my name's Rita Skeeter, and I'll be here all morning.

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.001 [[ Voice ]]

Greetings, everyone.

[The voice is one of a young man, and one who seems rather calm about his situation, or at least, is attempting to remain calm. He seems to have a careful sort of control over his emotions at the moment at the least. The boy is quiet at first, as if trying to remember just what he wanted to say, or perhaps just how to say it correctly.]

I pray that someone who hears this can assist me. I've been properly debriefed, as it was, but the personal insight of others would be far more desirable for this situation. If I am to remain here and help, then that seems to be the place to start. It was perhaps not the most ...convenient of times, but if assistance is needed and I can provide it, then I will.

[He drops into silence with a quiet sigh, letting it build for a short while, as if waiting. When he does speak again his voice is warm once more, the calm returning.]

Introductions are in order, I believe. Hello, my name is Anduin. Anduin Wrynn...

[He debated offering his title for a moment and for those potentially native to Azeroth it shows in how he trailed off. Something lingered in the final words but went unsaid. After a moment he picks up that slack with a moderately cheerful and patient voice.]

It would be my pleasure to meet you all as well.

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[Filtered to: Thrall, Jaina, death knights, any Alliance members, any Horde members except the Forsaken.

Filtered from: Arthas, Illidan, Sylvannas.]

[Varian is looking pretty serious here, and he's hoping he got his filters right for a change. He's been watching the network and all the people showing up. It isn't good news for anyone right now. And if that means he has to suck it up, then for the moment he's going to suck it up.]

Hear me now.

We are in a strange place with strange, foreign people here. Strange things also happen here, that much is obvious. However we now face a secondary problem along with the primary objective of getting home. Not only do we have the Lich King, but also Sylvannas and the recent addition of Stormrage.

Since these beings are a major threat to everyone in this place, not just ourselves, it is our responsibility to keep the people here safe. Should anyone be misled and fall against those beings, that is on our hands.

I am proposing a temporary truce for the time being, and that I step up to try and make some order of our ranks within this place. We will need to keep the other people safe from the monsters that have been brought into this place from our own world. Alone we will not manage much, let us not delude ourselves into thinking that we can deal with this singularly.

If these beings can be brought in, then I dread to think who comes next.

The question now though, is who will join in on this ideal?

[End all filters]

This just gets better and better. I will not say interesting though. I do hope that your days are quiet for you all.

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[Adrasteius glares into the feed, adjusting it occasionally as he talks. The tablet is the strangest excuse for a scrying device he's ever seen, and he has little faculty with its functions.

The viewer sees a short, unnaturally thin elf, wearing richly colored robes with fingerless gloves. His long ears twitch constantly, and his blazing green eyes have no discernible pupils--though the direction of his stare is generally obvious. Bright red, violently glowing tattoos are visible across his neck and collarbone, and this glow seems to intensify as he speaks--rather, howls--into the feed.]

Tell me something. Is there a goddamn church around here somewhere? A man has needs, you know? SPIRITUAL NEEDS. What I'm saying is, I want to pray, and I want to do so in a holy house. I realize that we are all trapped in a Light-forsaken wasteland, but surely some people here still have religion? Yes?

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009 ♐ Text: Rise from the Void.

[FILTERED TO - Alternian/Beforus Trolls]

D --> I've made recupracoons
D --> I only have a limited amount so far but if you would like to request one, now is the time
D --> Unfortunately sopor is still difficult to recreate so I am going through a trail and error process with this e%perimental batch. I will be adjusting it as necessary
D --> If you have questions concerning this and only this, ask now, otherwise don't waste my time, I am still e%tremely busy and would prefer not to pol100te my audio canals with your unsolicited nonsensical blatherings
D --> Such e%cursions will be forbidden unless found to be substantial
D --> Though I suppose considering Sollu% and my current kinship, I e%pect a lamepan, e%ecrable e%ample of a response from his person

[FILTERED TO - Vanadi]

D --> I'm ready

[OPEN]

D --> I've recently finished a few proje% of mine and wish to catch up with my training
D --> I would e%tremely appreciate if anyone would come forward to join me in a sporting show of STRENGTH and technique
D --> Hand to hand combat is preferred, but I wouldn't mind target practice either

[OOC - OH I SHOULD SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THIS.]

[To any trolls who want one of the first recupracoons (there are four not including Equius's own). The sopor is hella experimental.]

[The problems it can cause go as follows:

Hair loss
Intensified nightmares
Green tinge to skin
Loss of appetite
Browning of the claws/nails and horns
Blurriness of vision
vertigo after removing oneself from it
drying of the skin
and nausea!

Feel free to have any of these happen, none, or hell, MULTIPLE happen. None is permanent though! Equius will be keeping himself open to complaints about these so he can continue trying to perfect it.

Anyone that us, eats it, if they try to? It will probably have a more intense drugging effect and most likely will make you more sick! OR NOT. WHO KNOWS. You guys are all lab rats.]

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001; Video

[This is the first time Yue's even bothered to begin messing with this thing since her arrival. Her roommates in 405 likely notice a few things - one, they have a new roommate and two, that roommate must enjoy a lot of food. Seriously, there seems to always be food leftover near the stove. It's all neatly put up and most of it involves dumplings somehow.

This is one night when she's returned from training. And when the video pops up, it's...

Well, it's a bear. A panda, to be exact, with bright green eyes and long, slightly damp hair. The rest of her fur looks like it's trying to decide if it wants to fluff out or not. There's a slight accent to her voice as she talks.]

Let's see, let's see... ah, there, working!

[That brightens her up. There's the slightest of accents to her voice as she speaks.]

Much more efficent than letters. We should really have these back home, it would save so much time. And travel! I can't count the number of people who send me here or there or over there with a letter. A letter! What are the mailboxes for then!

[Huffpuff, she still can't get over that. It's not very efficient. Not that the Wandering Isle had the best postal system ever.

Whatever. She waves it off quickly to add:]

I'm Yue Hua. If you're hungry, stop and see me sometime. I'm usually training but I can always stop for a snack.

[Or five.]

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FIRST ⚡ VIDEO

[ Hello fellow Initiative ~~abductees~~ members. Please pay close attention to the scowling God on your screen.

Or as much attention as you can pay while a thumb is over the camera. Everything is currently a nice shade of pink.]

Hail and well-met. I am Thor, of Asgardia.

I would speak with the leaders of this Initiative regarding my untimely abduction.

[ The voice rolls, deep like thunder, promising that unfavourable events will follow for whoever is responsible for this if they aren't put in contact with him. He's been fighting mutated animals since he arrived three days ago, so don't hold it against him. ]

I seek also a bathhouse.

[ ACTION - feel free to encounter him around the Hold, still covered in the blood of his enemies and seeking somewhere to get clean. Personal bathrooms aren't a thing in Asgardia. ]

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[Video] 10;;

I'd planned on makin' this announcement after the whole monster attack bullshit was ower an' done with but with all these folks blabberin' on about formin' alliances I ain't takin' chances an' losin' out on the potentially interested to 'em.

[HE'S LOOKING AT YOU SYLVANAS but he's also pretty sure some others had mentioned doing something similar, the open network post about it just spurred him on to finally do something.]

Any a' you here a while should know who I am; for those a' you who don't, it's Eridan Ampora. Alternian royalty an' Prince a' Hope. Fact a' the matter is I been here about eight months now an' the initiatiwe's done nothin' to prowe to me they're worth trustin'.

We got barely anythin' to go on most of the time an' almost ewery bout a' time trawelin' nonsense leads to more problems an' at this stage I'm sick of it. Got no more patience for these guys doin' the remotely competent an' straightenin' up anytime soon.

So I'm proposin' my own alliance with the shared goal of takin' charge. We'll finish this war ourselwes once we'we owerthrown the fuckups who think they're leadin' this sham of a union an' then whatewer you wanna do afterwards, go for it. I don't giwe a' fuck what your own goals are once we're done playin' nice an' pretendin' as if any of us actually like each other.

For the record, anyone who don't wanna join us is fine; but we'll control the machine that sends you home an' you'll either do as we say once we do, or you can rot here forewer. Your mowe.

[Sure is a thirteen year old kid trying to lead a potential rebellion. Laugh at him, take him seriously, your choice really.]

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One ❧ Video

[ locked away from Arthas, sorry boo ]

[ This video will not be displaying Sylvanas. Instead, she’s fashioned the device to hang from her neck and record what’s in front of her as she makes her way across the city. Occasionally, a bow with notched arrow, engulfed in a sort of arcane fire, will come into view before being fired off at one of the invading mutated monsters, but she speaks like she’s on an afternoon stroll. ]

Good people of Exsilium, I would have your ear for a moment. [ Look at her pretending not to be the cold and merciless bitch that she is. ] My name is Sylvanas Windrunner, a queen and long time military leader in my realm before my summons here, and I come to you with the proposal of alliance.

As we are, we remain scattered and divided, the Initiative’s leadership not more than a hardly amusing joke. Even between those of us transports brought forth, there is strife building, those that would seek to harm and dominate the others [ coughARTHAScough ], and as when we are laid siege as we are now, we attack in scattered groups, unorganized. Not one of us assured a fellow at our back should we be overwhelmed.

I suggest the forming of a more formidable force and offer the utmost of my military knowledge and combative power to aid.

[ Another arrow sent flying straight into the eye of a mutated dog-thing and she continues nonplussed. ] I ask only your loyalty, and in return, offer an immense wealth of power, security, and safe haven. Should you find yourself hunted or troubled in this place, know that you will have allies to lend a hand.

That is all.

( Some Privated Messages )

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[Hello, Exsilium. Here is a clearly frazzled man in a clearly rumpled dress shirt fidgeting in front of the camera. It's clear his hands are moving, despite only his shoulders and head being visible. It's obvious he hasn't slept–there's dark circles under his eyes, though his face remains meticulously shaven. He gestures as he speaks.]

I um. I apologize for the poor timing here. And, um, I'm dreadfully sorry for asking this when there are monsters around–especially when I haven't done anything to help. I mean, not that I could if I… did. But. Well. The sentiment's there, at least?

[What… was he talking about again? Oh. Right.]

Anyway, I really appreciate being kidnapped and at least provided for. I'm sure somewhere that definitely classifies as the most polite… case of kidnapping but I have just… one question? [Nervous chuckle and a quick, sheepish smile.] I um. The apartments. They're very nice. Very… tidy. And… cluttered. I–I was wondering if there's any way there could be less items in them. Maybe an… extra room with less things. [But then again, it is a nice apartment they're supplying him with. Maybe he's being too demanding. Quick, make amends:] I mean, I can live with a bunch of items. I, um…

[Return of the nervous chuckle and a weak half-shrug as he jabs his thumb back at nothing.]

–There's Advil here, right?

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Arthas Menethil receives [Soul Shard] x2

You call these insignificant creatures monsters? I will show you the face of a true monster.

[Now, the punchline here would be Arthas pointing to his face, but unfortunately, he doesn't. His sense of humor is somewhat lacking since death. However, Exsilium will hear a distinct roar and oh good -- it looks like a large, canine-like monster the size of a horse is about to gobble him whole.

Except it doesn't, it sort of leans down as Arthas adjusts his hand to blink unevenly with frosted blue eyes into the camera lens. If it was ugly before, that's nothing compared to the rips in its skin, the exposed bones and the black ichor dripping from its mouth. It hisses, causing more of it to ooze to the ground before something catches its attention -- another monster, and it charges off with about seven of its companions to take it down.]

Now if you'll excuse me...I have an army to build. Perhaps you will be fortunate enough to join me.

[ooc: log for interaction is here. warning: log engagement includes high risk of injury particularly if your character is confrontational.]

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[It's extremely obvious that someone who isn't used to this kind of technology has been unleashed upon the tablet. And this is the most successful attempt. At least Varian has managed to find the text function.]

i will not be taking part in any of your games do you hear me? if you think i will be rolling over and just accepting that you are taking a man hostage in the most dire of times then you are thinking wrong. i do not care what your reasoning in i have things that require being taken care of back in stormwind

how dare you, that you have even attempted this. you wILL SEND ME BACK RIGHT NOW. DEATHWING'S ARMIES ARE ON THE MARCH UPON THE WORLD AND YOU HAND ME SOME KEY AND TELL ME TO GO LIVE IN A HOUSE? I WILL NOT TAKE THIS SITTING DOWN I WILL SPEAK TO YOUR LEADER AND YOU WILL SEND ME BACK. I DO NOT CARE HOW THIS HAPPENED I ONLY CARE THAT YOU WILL FIX THIS AND FIX IT RIGHT NOW. EVEN THis device is some gnomish contraption that is a pain to use. someone had better be reading this. who's in charge? where are they?