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Post by arentheawesome on Sept 11, 2011 14:44:03 GMT -5
Two elves, three humans, and a dwarf. One woman, the rest men. That was what the registration papers said. And that's who the golems fetched.
Their vision was dark. The cloth obscured all light that tried to seep through, and all that led them was a rope tied to either wrist. This was to prevent them from getting lost, as well to keep them from removing the blindfold at any time. It also made it look they were slaves, and that made it safe to lead them anywhere they liked. No one would ask about it.
There was muttering between leads, gravelly, in a different language. A small tidbit of information was exchanged back and forth, and they suddenly went left. All members of the line up followed. Whether they were jerked along or led nicely was up to them. A door opened, the sounds of walking began to echo, and a door slammed behind the last escort, who was behind the tallest human in the back. They sounded like they were stepping on smooth tile now.
"Stairs," said the golem at the front. The rope slowly led down, and the members followed it one at a time, careful not to fall and cause a domino tumble of bodies down the stairs. Even so, they were tugged along impatiently.
Finally, a second door opened and they were led into another echoing room. Upon closing, the door was locked several times over, clatters and clanks confirming the many sealing devices. The ropes were untied or cut off wrists, and a gruff, gravelly voice said, "Take those stupid things off your faces. You're in my world now."
Upon obeying, each member of the line up was blinded by a white light, seemingly aimed directly at them. When each let out a slight groan or mumble of annoyance, and finally got used to the light, they looked around, some still blinking to focus. They were in a white room, with white walls, a white ceiling, and at the other end of the room, white stairs with a gold-and-red throne perched at the top. The dark figure was strikingly contrasted against the white all around him, and when eyes adjusted, they were either intrigued, surprised, or indifferent. A tall, noble-yet-rugged looking worgen sat in the throne, eyes blood-red and cold looking, fur black as pitch. On his lap sat an eloquently dressed draenei, the blue color of her skin and white glow to her eyes giving the room a cool feel, like spearment does your mouth. The worgen sat straight, hand on the draenei's hip as she paused her hands from playing with his fur.
"Ilo. Samara. Ebenezar. Cituse. Insil. Arthur. You gentlemen and lady have been chosen to join with the resistance. Do you accept!?" His deep voice echoed around the room, bouncing off the white walls repeatedly, until it faded to silence. The draenei simply sat on the worgen's lap and whispered into his ear. He nodded.
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Sept 11, 2011 14:48:53 GMT -5
Samara had been growing more and more frustrated with everything that had happened, and was damn near ready to snap, thankfully, they took the cuffs and blinders off before she did something regretful. She looked to the Worgen, unimpressed, but she knew what the resistance was, "So you're offering us a chance to kill Vice? So long as you lot aren't babbling idiots I'll be more than happy to see his ass taken down a few pegs. I'm in," she said, a confidence in her voice.
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Post by kain17335 on Sept 11, 2011 14:52:01 GMT -5
Cituse growled "Do I have a choice?"
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Post by lukuz13 on Sept 11, 2011 14:54:21 GMT -5
-Ilo stood there unphased by the proceedings, before taking in the sights around him and simply sighed and nodded.
"My life was torn from me because of that monstrosity... I will do anything to bring it down." Ilo said, his face turned to the floor for a moment, partially to regain his sight proper, before turning back up and glancing from his new 'partners' he assumed, the people that were brought here with him at least. a few elves, a dwarf and even humans. He knew none of them, reacting to their presence with more caution then not. However, as he turned his head back to the man who asked the question, along with the female in his lap, his face stood strong, rigid as if he longed for a cause.
"I am Ilo Amos and I accept your offer. May we bring our own hell to them all."
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Post by graybeardhalt on Sept 11, 2011 15:00:27 GMT -5
-Ebenezar remained calm. "Resistance? I come from a simple village, far away from all of this." Ebenezar stated, gesturing around. "Perhaps if you informed me, I would be......more inclined to join your cause. For all I know, this "resistance" could be against a bakery down the lane." A warm smile slowly spread across his face.
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Post by Noven on Sept 11, 2011 15:12:38 GMT -5
Insil knew of the resistance, and was glad to have found it and been granted such luck as to be pulled in for what seemed to be the joining ritual. He had been hit from darkness with bright white light, hurting his eyes momentarily, "From darkness to burning light. I wonder if this is what it is like for a child from the womb?" He blinked forcefully, to get used to the white void he was now in, and wrapped up saying, "Yes, that would be fitting, as this has born me to a new life of my own. I accept, gladly so." He wore no smile, despite being meagerly pleased with himself thus far.
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Post by Pulse on Sept 11, 2011 15:14:54 GMT -5
Arthur simply stood there somberly, taking in his peculiar new surroundings: any hiding spots, points of entry, cover if the situation turned bad. Flipping up his goggles, Arthur breathed a short sigh of relief. The room was secure, if not for the tension that perpetrated every spare breath of air. "Yes, well, that was certainly...interesting! Though I daresay I've had warmer invitations to secret societies, albeit with more tattoos and secret handshakes. Unless you'd like to do that too?" He jested, aware of the glares he was receiving from the others in the gloomy confines. Arthur patted the intricately designed machete and crossbow upon his person affectionately, eyeing them up for any signs of damage fervently. "Oh, yes - the matter at hand. I, Arthur Kilgannon, offer my services in favour of the great and not in any way poncy resistance until I die or are otherwise released. You have my support." He said, a little self-consciously.
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Post by arentheawesome on Sept 11, 2011 16:39:09 GMT -5
The worgen amused himself by taking in each of their appearances instead of listening to their words. They were here, of course they'd say yes. Otherwise, they would have to be executed in the back room, and he didn't want to bloody it up just yet. "Good, good." His hand was humoring itself by running it up and down the draenei's side, and she was still looking over the troops wordlessly. Her gaze kept returning to the dwarf.
"So, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to my humble abode, and the place where you will all call home for the rest of your lives. Assuming you die before we finish. Nera, give them their pendants, please."
The draenei, Nera, stood off the worgen's lap and took six collar-like pendants from the bag at her hip, walking toward the woman first. She passed it to her and said "I suggest you be at least obedient. Alpha has a way with making you regret things." She passed the woman, and went down the line, passing out pendants. At Ilo, she kissed his cheek. "My prayers for your family." She muttered kindly, then continued. When she finally got to the dwarf, she bent over to smile, cleavage revealed on purpose. She kissed the pendant before passing it to him, eyes half lidded, a small smirk on her face. "I'll explain to you over a beer later, if you like," She said, flashing a beautiful smile. She was cut off by Alpha.
"Nera, I'm seeing too much of your ass right now. Get back up here." At that, Nera winked at the dwarf and turned, biting her lip in an excited way as she walked back to the worgen and stood by his throne.
"What you have there, lady and gentlemen, are teleportation collars. Imagine yourself in this room, and you're here. When you want to go back to your last location, mutter, 'To the end of the earth and back', and you'll be back there." The way he explained it also explained the reason why this room was so simple. "Take a quick look around. You will be here until my shaman ports you all to the town hall. You will never be able to go back the way you came. You cannot talk of us to anyone but eachother. There are consequences if you disobey." He listed all these rules as if he said them many times before; professionally and quickly. "Any questions?
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Sept 11, 2011 16:44:53 GMT -5
Samara sighed as she slid the collar onto her neck, clicking it so the pendant was under her chin for all to see, "You couldn't get us something a bit less humiliating? I feel like a slave with this on." Samara was more than annoyed with all of this, but she was no fighter. She knew she'd die if she spoke against this borderline tyrant.
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Post by lukuz13 on Sept 11, 2011 16:53:04 GMT -5
-Ilo nodded to the woman, Nera he believed she was called, with the kiss his cheeks actually flushed slightly, odd considering his normal lack of much emotion, yet his face did not change giving it a strange look, taking the pendant and thanking her. He quickly slipped it on and listened to the guide-lines 'Alpha' as he was called, making no heed to speak other then in his own mind. He held no respect for the man, at least, not at the moment, that sort of thing took time. Only then would he see if this man was worth the risk Ilo had taken coming here. And if not? He would return to his life before, one way, or another.
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Post by graybeardhalt on Sept 11, 2011 17:28:12 GMT -5
-Ebenezar tried to avert his eyes to be polite, but he found it quite hard when she was standing right in front of him. "I would love a chance to learn about this resistance, and I never pass up alcohol." Ebenezar said with a grin. He looked at the pendant, figuring something was up. Instead of latching it onto his neck, he simply wound it and secured it on his wrist, like one would wear a watch, with the pendant on the outside and facing away from his wrist. "The only question I have is why you had to go through all this trouble to collect us. It would be much simpler for us to bring ourselves of our own free will." Ebenezar said, folding his arms.
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Post by Noven on Sept 11, 2011 19:11:23 GMT -5
-"Well, I'm quite willing to put up with this and more to have a chance to aid you. Rather, I much want to destroy the abhorrent beast that is Vice. And, I'm sure any truly relevant information will be given to us. Nothing comes to mind that I particularly feel the need to inquire about." He easily slid the collar on, a sense of anticipation and eagerness mixing with something he hadn't expected; a slowly growing sense of nervousness, which had been brought about by the suddenness of finally being pulled into that which he had desired for the longest time. These feelings mixed and resonated together, and to put to words of what he felt, something close that could be said would be the calm before the storm.
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Post by Pulse on Sept 12, 2011 15:27:39 GMT -5
Ever so tentatively irritated by another item to weigh him down, Arthur accepted the pendant meekly, slipping it into a hidden slot on the inside of his boot. It wasn't much to offset his balance, and he would adapt to it in time. Good. Arthur wasn't one for ceremony or even seriousness for that matter, but the integrity of what was unfolding in this room was unmistakable; he had to force himself to pay attention, to take in what scraps of information these sinister figures would share. "Yes, I suppose it would be prudent to absorb what I can from you...people." Arthur stated simply, fixing the leader with an inquisitive gaze, single eyebrow raised. "What exactly is your plan, fearless leader? I detest walking into a fight without knowing the first names of every foe, and why should this situation be any different?" he queried, hands fixed on his hips impatiently.
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Post by arentheawesome on Sept 15, 2011 19:40:17 GMT -5
"Humiliating? HAH! Little elf, you belong to me now. I own all of you, and you signed all of your lives off. Supposing you all die before we're done with Vice." Alpha glanced to Ilo next. with a wolfy grin, he made a sound close to a growl, or more like a purr. Either way, it was a sound of approval. "I'm going to like you, aren't I? And Insil, too."
With a charming smile to Ebenezar, Nera played with the end of a strand of hair, smoothing it back in place after a while. "We're a secret society. Like any other secret society, we have a secret headquarters. And, like any other secret headquarters, we need to keep it /secret/. That's why you lovelies were led here like slaves. To keep it as anonymous as possible. And Arthur, love, I saw that. Try to keep it touching your skin at all times. Those transmit messages from headquarters as well." Her smile was turned to Arthur as she said that.
"As for your inquiry, Arthur," Alpha said, "These foes have no names. They have no peace of mind. They have no 'angels on their shoulders'. They are pure fiend, pure demon, pure sin." He stood, the pad of his thumb brushing over the hilt of his blade. "Vice has released hell on our overworld, you understand. Hell has this tendency, this habit, of consuming. Anything and everything will be turned to ash if someone doesn't do something. That's why all of you are here. That's why I have chosen you, out of however many submitted. I found you worthy, I found you just of heart and true of intention." He stood tall, pausing his pacing. "And all of you, in my eyes, could kill Vice off with me." He grinned in conclusion. "Anything else before I allow you to mingle and find your rooms?" He gestured to the doors on the walls at either side of the room, lined up four-by-four, barely visible against the matching colors. "You'll know which of yours is which when you approach it. Your initials will glow only to your eyes because of the pendants. See? Not as tedious as they first seemed, yes?"
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Post by Noven on Sept 15, 2011 20:08:50 GMT -5
-Insil nodded, finally feeling a sense of exasperation setting in upon him from being dragged about. He was ready to rest a short while, and look over the quarters he was to be given. He walked over, inspecting the nearest door to him, before having to move on, then twice more, before finally coming to rest upon the room furthest down, the fourth one, that would finally accept him inwards. He didn't know much to expect, though had not high hopes for what he expected to be cramped and stuffy, if lucky. This would not be the most luxurious adventure, despite the importance it held.
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