[Closed Quest RP] Secrets of Silvermoon

[Khorianas]

So finally the reboot of my first Quest RP. In order to spice things up a bit, There will not be a public Signup. The Signup will be handled via PMs to me. Those who are still inerested just let me know which character you would like to take. Since this RP will get complicated, I will spell out some additional rules and facts about the upcoming RP:

Plot:

• There will be multiple reappearing NPCs, played by me, whom you will be able to earn a standing with, as a group. You might get along better with NPCs as single player, but plot wise you are all sitting in the same boat.
  
• Your standing with the NPCs hinder or help your progress towards uncovering the Secret Cult. You will have to decide the proper cause of action quite frequently and the story will advance in different directions depending on your decisions.(Yes there are "bad" endings)
  
• There may be decisions that injure your character automatically, and prevent him or her from participating for a certain amount of time.
  
• There will be a reward if the group manages to stop the Cult once and for all.
  
• Characters that are allowed to join this RP are Horde or Neutral aligned Characters, that are a Horde race.
  
• Characters need to have a complete Bio-page.
  
• Characters must be mortal; superhuman or eternal characters are forbidden. (No Dragons, demons etc.)

Combat/Storytelling:

• You are free to act like however you feel.
  
• Your character only did what you wrote. There are no implicit actions by your character.
  
• "You can do what you can act out" This rule expresses that you are not confined by your character class in this RP. If you want to take up a bow as a priest feel free to do so. If you describe the process properly, you might hit something. I also want to discourage people from using in game terms to describe your actions. Try to formulate what you are doing.

and finally one advice for those who will participate: This roleplay will be a lot about dialogue. You will have an easy time if you ask NPCs about their opinions or advice and if you inspect the areas around you. You basically just describe your character inspecting something and I will tell you what is here. This will open up possibilities for you.

This post will also be updated with a list of the players and eventual injuries, Npcs/factions, and a Story-bound inventory.

Hobb Barkhoof(Bio) Cenarion Druid

Morzath Lightspire(Bio) Kirin Tor Archmage

Aland Wood(Bio) Forsaken Warrior

Rayin Lightsong(Bio) Bloodelf Priestess ( Player absent)

Kelara Joelle Remington(Bio) Forsaken Ranger wounded being treated in Tranquillien, currently inactive.

Salarissian Dawnfire(Bio) Bloodelf Warrior

Blood Knights Contact: Khorianas Dawnseeker Standing: unknown

Farstriders Contact: Haides Arrowsong Standing: friendly

??? Standing: unknown

small leather pouch carried by Salarissian

[Khorianas]

With the resotration of the sunwell a fragile peace was brought to the city of Silvermoon. But the different factions within the blood elfs still sheme against each other, struggling for influence. With the royal line extinct, the spotless outer appearence of the Blood elf capital still reaks of intrigue, and an omnipresent lust for power.
After the defeat of the Lich King, and the Aspect of Death, The Sin'dorei thought they might find rest. But a new competitor for the reign over the dark alleys of Silvermoon has appeared and taken over most of the shady business. With this cult’s influence rising Lord Regent Lor'themar Theron fears for the Bloodelves position and strength within the Horde. He has sent a group of brave adventurers to investigate the cult that is murdering and intriguing it’s way through Silvermoon’s nobility, to hopefully stop them before all of Silvermoon is theirs.

The goblin took the stairs down from the upper level of the Inn. He entered the tower rooms and headed towards the bar. As early into the day as it was, the Inn was empty apart from the bartender. The goblin choose one of the biggest tables near the opposite wall of the door. The goblin sat on the table so that he was sitting sideways towards the door. Like this he was able to keep the Barkeep and the tavern entrance in his view. He rolled up the sleeves of the linen shirt he was wearing underneath his padded leather vest. He cocked the shotgun he had in a holster on his belt and checked his daggers. Two other agents already disappeared but he wouldn't follow them. He reached for the inner pocket of his vest and found a cigar. He lit the thing with his fuel lighter and took a first drag. He had been given descriptions of the adventurers that should solve this mess now. As soon as they were briefed he would be out of this mess.

[Jordaen]

Rayin Lightsong approached the Fairbreeze Inn, having walked from Silvermoon where she was previously studying under the priests. She glances around and doesn't see many people. One goblin, however, stands out like a sore thumb, That must be who we're meeting up with...and it looks like I'm the first one. Maybe I can weasel some information out of him. She ascends the few steps up into the inn and sits down at the table, a chair away from the goblin. "I am Rayin Lightsong, priestess of the sin'dorei." She says, her voice quiet and calm, despite her slight nervousness at the prospect of the adventure ahead of her.

Her hood is pulled up over her golden hair, her fiery robes showing some cleavage, but not enough to distract. She reaches her left hand up to fiddle with her thin golden necklace while her right is placed in her lap. "Do you have any information about this...quest?" She mentally kicks herself right as she says this, knowing she should probably be more tactful, especially with the tavern keeper so close to them.

[Khorianas]

The goblin had his hand on the trigger as the young elven woman entered the Inn. The goblin inspected the girl, it was most likely the priestess that was supposed to arrive. He nodded as she introduced herself. But as she openly asked about a quest the goblin nearly choked on his cigar. As he coughed he took glimpse at the bartender. The man was still polishing a glass. As the rogue stopped coughing he addressed the priestess, his voice lowered. "Boy, You're not really subtle are you? Don't you want to order a drink so we are not as massively suspicious as we are now?" The goblin smiled.

[Jordaen]

She blinks and flushes red, now mentally cringing now that she's already set off on the wrong foot. "Well, yes, a drink would be nice. Perhaps just some water...or moonberry juice? Maybe both. Yes, both will do." She clears her throat and looks at the bartender, "Excuse me, sir, could I please get a glass of water and some moonberry juice?" She then turns back to the goblin. "Sorry...I get nervous around new people." As the bartender brought her drinks, she smiled at him and gave him a full gold piece, way more than enough to cover it, "Thank you!" she says merrily, and takes a healthy gulp of the juice.

[Khorianas]

The goblin cringed a bit at the woman's naivety. Or was she just light hearted? the goblin thought of the two shattered hand agents that already bit the dust. But then he thought of his mission again. IF he couldn't finish it himself, he would at least see to it the newly assigned party was equipped as good as possible. "As long as being nervous means you keep on your toes, it's a good thing." The goblin took a drag of his cigar." The name's Banjax by the way. We're waiting for four other people at the moment. So you actually don't know anything at all about this mess do you?"

[Jordaen]

"Um not much. I just know that there's something shady going on, and we're going to try to fix it. And trust me, I won't let you down." She takes a bigger drink of her juice, savoring the fruity taste, reminding her of when she was younger. Sighing softly, "That's the jist, isn't it? How many more of us are going to show up?" She tries not to ramble, not wanting to put off the goblin any more than necessary. She stops toying with her necklace and folds both of her hands in her lap, trying to look her part as a powerful priestess, not a nervous woman babbling.

[Khorianas]

"Boy this will be interesting." The goblin thought. "There will be five of you. Don't know when the others show up though. I made sure that this meeting was kept a secret, but with all the other stuff I saw the past few days, I can guarantee nothing. Let's wait for the others shall we?" Banjax leaned back and tired to look relaxed.

[Nonfictionless]

Aland clenched his fist around the letter as he rode into Fairbreeze Village. He had been in the forest a few times before but Lady Nightstalker didn't enjoy coming up this way and he didn't question it. The Shattered Hand, he knew they were the equivalent of SI:7 which meant rogues, thieves and assassins. People who sought power in the shadows. They were a bit far from it as far as he considered. The thrumming of the Shadow in his mind seemed to agree. Aland much preferred working with the Light-slayers of the Forgotten Shadow, but he was not one to dismiss a request from his Queen.

He tied off his skeletal warhorse outside the Inn and dawned his full length cloak. He hid the last of his armor beneath it and strapped his new claymore on his back. It was a bit inferior to his old blade but he hadn't yet mastered a way to contain the demonic energies within it so he was forced to leave it behind. The Shadow burned in his hand as the letter was consumed quickly in a dark flame. He let the ashes fall as he walked inside.

No name or description, just a meeting place. He wasn't used to these types of meetings but years of experience helped here. He paused, surveying the room. Varying patrons of a few races, mostly Blood Elfs. Nothing really struck out in his mind until he passed over a goblin smoking a cigar. Nothing out of the ordinary but from his seat their was no way of entering the room without him seeing you. Not much to go on...Sometimes I wish they would just tell me. Noxvari wouldn't stand for this....

He walked to the bar and bought a wedge of cornbread, an old favorite. He took a bite and watched the goblin out of the corner of his eye for a moment more. It didn't taste like anything, but he remembered what it should of tasted like. It was both a blessing and a curse this form. But one positive thing he took from it was that food was never bad. This wedge tasted exactly like the one on the morning of his 6th birthday. Mother always made good bread. He smiled and left the rest on the counter for the Barkeep to clean away. Aland walked quickly over to the goblin and priestess. "So are you the one I rode all the way from Undercity for this small issue?"

[Jordaen]

Rayin takes a glance at the undead man, deciding not to say anything to him until the goblin does. She takes a sip from her water, wanting to save the rest of her juice for later. Her hands become restless, and start to worry the hem of her robe, betraying the calmness that was plastered on her face. She frowns as she sees him leave the remains of his bread on the counter, thinking it rude as it was only a few more bites, or if he didn't like it, then certainly the birds outside would. What would his mother say? She shifts in her chair and crosses her ankles, her back still ramrod straight, as she was taught.

[Kuniku]

The Zepplin slowly pulled up to the top, the druid waiting until it was safely moored up to the platform before leaving the craft. He looked down at the always impressive entrance to Lorderon proper, while the zepplin prepared to depart; the Goblins on board making uncertain glances at the large Tauren wondering why he hadn't started his way down the tower yet?

As the Zepplin flew away the agent of the Cenarion Circle walked to the edge of the platorm, closing his eyes and drawing the spirit of Aviana into him as he leant forward and let himself fall, he plummited rapicly to the grassy hill below, about halfway down, in a flutter of feathers, the Druid trasformed into a large Stormcrow. He quickly angled his wings and swooped back to being hoizontal, the grass bare inches below him as he caught a thermal and flew up into the sky. "Even at my age the simple things can make me smile" he thought to himself.

Hobb headed north east in the vague direction of silvermoon, taking in the rolling landscapes of the Western Plaguelands, smiling at its regeneration compared to the last time he had been here. The Stormcrow's keen eyes could just seen the Eastern Plaguelands off into the distance as he crossed into the Ghostlands, bearing North towards the Sin'dorei capital.

The dark and eerie greens of the Ghostlands subsided into the more Autumnal colours of Everson Woods, and the Druid knew he was close, looking down to his left he saw what he remembered to be Fairbreeze village from his previous trips into the homelands of his Sin'dorei allies. Slowly he circled down into the opening before the inn. As he neared the carefully paved ground he pulled up sharply and in a flutter of feathers stood back at his imposing nine and a half feet tall Tauren self.

The Druid stretched his shoulders back, then using his staff for aid walked into the inn, ducking slightly as he went through the doorway. Without stopping to look around he walked to the bar, waiting patiently for the barkeep to get to him, "A large glass of your finest Moonberry Juice please." he asked quietly.

"This is where Master Runetotem told me to come, now I guess I wait until this mysterious agent aproaches" thought the Druid as he carefully lowered himself into one of the chairs, sipping the cold Moonberry juice...

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Thinking it had been a snowballs chance in hell that she'd ever end up doing the biddings of the dark queen, Sylvanas, Kelara was now heading along the road from Silvermoon into the Eversong woods, destination Fairbreeze Village. The ranger was covered in black leather, a hood pulled down to hide the subtle red glow of her eyes. Her back was hidden by a long black cloak. The undead steed's hoofs clacked against the wooden bridge leading to Fairbreeze. Over the rangers shoulder a monstrous bow, almost the size of Kelara herself, was hanging. Cut out in Elekk bone and with a rough string, the bow undoubtedly required a sickening amount of control and power to even draw properly. Yet noone would be able to question the power with which the piercing arrows would leave even heavy armor like swiss cheese at close distances.
In the right side of her belt, Kelara had fastened her two daggers. Ruin and Orphan. It were a pair of light daggers, clearly not meant for Kelara to engage in close quarters combat.

Dismounting at the stables, Kelara tied her horse down, clapped it twice in a gentle manner on the side of his head, and went towards the bar. Stretching out her hand in a gentle manner, she pushed open the door and entered. While moving towards the back of the room, her eyes shifted around to ascertain the pressence of everyone else. A Bloodelf Priestess.. Forsaken brute.. Tauren Druid... the only ones that stand out of the crowd. Yet, the goblin had caught her attention. Not for standing out of the crowd, but for not standing out of the crowd in the way he did it. Kelara thought to herself, shifting her weight onto one side as to lean against the wall of the bar, all the way in the back, resting her hands on her daggers. Watching closely as the two others approached the Goblin quite head-on. If this was her team, and the Goblin truely their informer, being subtle while investigating would be incredibly hard.
The urge to shake her head and leave the bar to go investigate solo was unfathomable.

[Khorianas]

Banjax nodded at the warrior briefly and motioned him to take a seat. The goblin calmed down a little more as more of the adventureres that were described to him arrived. "Well, now we'd have a fighting chance if someone found us." Since the full group did not arrive yet, the goblin didn't want to risk assembling the group. But on the other hand, they were highly suspicious anyways. He nodded his head towards the Dark ranger and tiltet his leather hat a bit. Maybe that would get her to come over. Since the Tauren was facing his back towards the goblin, he would not yet contact the druid. He then checked the firing pin on his gun. No way he would let his guard slip.

[Kuniku]

The Tauren sat quietly with his beverage, listening intently to the various voices within the inn. He figured his contact was probably within the odd group in the corner, that he'd spotted on his way in, a Goblin, a Forsaken warrior of some sort by the looks of it and a Sin'dorei Priestess by the look of her robes at quick glance, although he could be wrong. It seemed like an odd group to have here in a small inn located far from anywhere in Sin'dorei lands . . .

The letter from Master Runetotem just said to meet an agent here, no mention of what race they might be. But if this was supposed to be inconspicuous, such a rag tag group surely wasn't it . . . so maybe the Druid was wrong . . .

"I shall wait and see if I get approached, if the odd group in the corner doesn't include the agent I'm here to meet then I could end up giving away far too much information" thought the Druid to himself.

"I never was particularly good at these secret stealth quests" he mused while thinking of times past . . .

[The Madgod]

Morzath had been in his study in the newly rebuilt Lightspire Villa, sitting at his desk and grading his students' essays on alteration theory when he received the letter. It was rather short, something strange for a note from a mage, but that only added to its urgency. It mentioned a cult trying to disrupt Regeant Lord Lor'themar Theron's reign. Though he had only just recently reconnected with some of the surviving noble families of Quel'thelas, he knew that those of his social class were being killed off by someone. Perhaps that was why he was chosen, as he had some personal stake in this, little as it might be considering that the only member of his family that was alive and known to him still was his elder brother Archilios, and both of them were quite capable at defending themselves.

The mage stood up and placed the pile of papers in a drawer of the desk before disappearing, reappearing in the center of Fairbreeze Village. He walked quickly to the inn, opening the door. Several of the elvish patrons briefly looked his way, but did not stare for long. He looked like any sin'dorei mage would, with ornate and exquisite red and gold robes, the traditional colors of his people. Though they were beautiful, they looked rather old, which they were. They were made for him back when he first graduated from the Silvermoon Academy, and were one of his few keepsakes from back then. Truth be told, the only things that made him stand out were his violet eyes and a gold signet ring with several amethysts that made the shape of the Violet Eye, the symbol of the Kirin Tor.r

No, he didn't stand out that much, but some of the patrons did... There was a tauren, sitting at a table and sipping his drink, a human in dark leather leaning against a wall, an undead human in plate wielding a large claymore, a goblin wearing a hat, and a sin'dorei spellcaster of some sort. The bartender looked at him expectantly. Morzath tossed him a gold piece and shook his head "no", smiling politely, and conjured two glasses of wine. As a mage, he was able to summon his own refreshments, but that didn't mean he was going to be rude about it. He knew that people did not like it when non-magical folk brought food in from another establishment and ate, and it was even worse with magi summoning their own food. Of course, his reasons for conjuring the wine wasn't purely to satiate a thirst, no, it was to deliver a message to the leader of this whole affair. Considering everything, it was unlikely that the tauren or the woman against the wall were the leaders, they would have people around them, which left the undead human in plate, the goblin, and the priestess. Morzath doubted that the spellcaster would be leading this investigation, nor would a man in plate. No, this was the sort of thing rogues excelled at. Plus, that goblin had positioned himself so that he could see everything in the inn, and Morzath was willing to bet that it wasn't on accident.

Approaching the table, he handed one of the glasses to the goblin, making sure he would notice the ring on his finger. If he was part of the Shattered Hand, he would be quite paranoid, so if Morzath wanted this guy to read his message, he would have to prove that he was who he was. Once the goblin had drank the wine, he would notice an engraving in the glass. It was a simple note, saying "next time, choose a more discrete location." "Greetings. I am Archmage Morzath Lightspire. I hope you all haven't come all this way just to drink at the inn like this, there aren't too many reasons for such a colorful assortment of people to be out here." said the Archmage, warmly. Leaning in, he continued in a much more hushed tone, "Unless you are doing something you don't want others to know about."

((Brought back the colors just for you Fic <3))

[Jordaen]

((*Indignant rage* my robes are RED good sir! A fiery red, similar to yours...Silly Mad. Reading is for kidz.))

[Sal the Shieldhog]

Salarissian walked carefully through the forests of his homeland, dressed in his armor. Though the Lich King had been defeated some years ago, Scourge still wandered the land in some places. He kept his guard up, and thought back to when the mysterious message arrived. He had been at his home, showing his adopted son and daughter some of his artifacts from his adventures. One of his household guards politely told him, and he had to leave Sin'ormeh and Lindorne to go. They were as sad as he was, but, as he told them, duty called.

Sighing, he brought his attention back to the present. Fairbreeze Village, a fairly well-known town in the central region of Quel'thalas, wasn't too far away, maybe 2 or 3 miles. He'd get there before dawn, before breakfast was served, at least. An hour or two later, Salarissian entered the town. He nodded to the guards, shook hands with the Guard-Captain, and entered the inn, seeking those he'd be meeting up with. It wasn't hard; for a mission such as this, it was bound to be composed of all races and walks of life. There was various patrons there; A tauren, a woman, and a forsaken - whom seemed to be the only other one of them capable of close-combat - a goblin, who seemed to be watching everyone, and, surprisingly, a Sin'dorei priestess.

He signaled the bartender and asked for a bottle of Silvermoon Port to be brought to him, and when the bartender nodded, Sal made his way to the goblin's table. He noticed a strange Quel'dorei talking to the goblin. The man looked like he was a mage, and judging by his manners, bearing, and clothing, he was. Salarissian walked forwards, and placed a gauntleted hand upon the table, revealing his house ring, and pulled a chair over from a neighboring table. The ring would serve as proof of who he was, if his weaponry didn't. The bartender brought over a glass and his wine, he handed him 2 gold pieces in return, and began to drink. The mage introduced himself, and said something quietly.

After a sip of his wine, he said, "Sinu a'manore, friends. It's a pleasure to meet you all." He looked at the goblin before continuing, and said quietly, "Not a very discrete location though. I agree with the archmage's assessment."

[The Madgod]

((Your picture in the bio is whiteish purple, learn to photoshop!))

[Khorianas]

The goblin ignored the Archmages offer, since he wouldn't drink anything someone had just conjured up. As the warrior addressed him, the goblin clenched his nose shortly. "I think an empty Inn in the middle of nowhere is rather good for a meeting place. Salarissian. Which is your name, judging from your appearance. And now, since everybody arrived, I think it is time to explain why you are here. But for that, I think we will also need the attention of the two not at our table yet." The goblin turned towards the druid. "You can come over here, Sir Barkhoof." The goblin focussed the Forsaken ranger. "You too, miss Remington."

((Guys I have to stress, reading is important. My first post clearly states the Inn is empty apart from us and the barkeep, and that it is early in the morning))

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Relieving the folded arms, Kelara pushed herself from the wall. So, the druid was a part of the group afterall. Including all the others.. Everyone here was a part of the group.. How much of a drag could this mission get..?
The boots clacking slightly and the blades giving off a vibrating sound of metal, the hooded figure moved closer towards the group, now no longer resting her hands on the blades. Slowly her gloved hand moved to drag away the hood, revealing an astonishingly well preserved corpse. Her lips were dark red to the point where they could almost be seen as black. The eyes had once been blue, but now seemed blank and dead, with a slight tint of red. Black hair was hanging over her shoulders gracefully, as she seemed to strap it into a ponytail with a hairband.
With a gentle movement Kelara sat down, yet she did more than just sit.. Her eyes glided around the room, trying to find out if anyone else had been there this morning.. If anyone could be listening.. The walls could have ears afterall. "Right.." Kelara merely noted, still scouting the room.