Tales of the Hunt ((Open RP))

[TygerDarkstorm]

Alarial--Dalaran

"So long as he's not going to wake up and try to kill me, I'd like to get him onto something more comfortable to sleep on."

"It's probably best to let sleeping dragons lie," Indi said from behind her. Alarial all but jumped out of her skin. Indi laughed; Alarial wasn't sure she'd ever get used to the sound of death knight voices.

[Saturo]

Decay - Dalaran

Decay looked down when she heard Indi's voice. She would have to apologize, and she wasn't very good at that.

[Azunara]

Azunara and Kozri
Dalaran

The druid looked thoughtful. "I don't think he'd wake up. Can't say much if he'd kill you though. You don't take surprises well after a fight like that." Azunara grinned innocently at the priestess. "I think he'll be fine. He's slept in worse places. Like there was this one cave, and it was really cold, and really slimy. And I think there were bear people, furbolgs, I think, in it." Azunara launched into a story describing the circumstances, finally finishing her tale with, "So yeah. A chair in a warm inn beats that."

[TygerDarkstorm]

Alarial--Dalaran

The priestess chuckled at Azu. "When you put it like that, yes, the chair does seem pretty good."


Indigosa--Dalaran

Indi knew Decay was in the same room as the others, she walked over to the hunched over high elf and whispered in her ear, "So what's it like knowing that the man you've made advances on is the very thing you used to hunt?" She was still upset with the other death knight. Indi wasn't usually a vengeful person, but she wanted Decay to feel the same pain she did.

[Saturo]

Decay - Dalaran

"'Used to' would be the keyword there, blue.", she said with a bit of a hostile tone. "Believe it or not, I didn't mean to upset you."

[TygerDarkstorm]

Indigosa--Dalaran

"You may stop calling me blue as I can no longer use my dragon form."

[Saturo]

Decay - Dalaran

Decay looked up at Indigosa shamefully. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize.."

[TygerDarkstorm]

Indigosa--Dalaran

Indi grimaced. "I was killed as a high elf and am cursed to stay this way, shunned by even my own, former, species."

((Going out with my man for a bit so I apologize if it takes me a while to update.))

[Saturo]

Decay - Dalaran

"I'm sorry...", she repeated. "I didn't know."

[TygerDarkstorm]

Indigosa--Dalaran

"And now you do. I've seen many things I wish I hadn't." She looked over at Azu. "I know Azu blames her curiosity for getting herself into trouble...at least her curiosity hasn't killed her yet."

Indi walked away from the other death knight and over to Alarial. "You've been so generous to us, Alarial, how may we repay you?"


Alarial--Dalaran

Alarial blushed furiously. "There--there's no need, Indi. Healing is not a service."

[Azunara]

Azunara
Dalaran

Azunara grinned, "I know!" She dug through her saddlebag and returned with a cookie. "Ta-da!" She said through a muffled mouth, offering it to the priestess.

((Out for a party. Back later tonight, I suppose.))

[TygerDarkstorm]

Alarial--Dalaran

Alarial chuckled at the druid's antics and accepted the cookie, eating it slowly.

[Azunara]

Azunara
Dalaran

The druid brightened, and returned to quietly sitting by Kozri. He was still asleep, and Azunara watched his foot warily as he twitched, running or fighting in his dreams. She gave a slight yawn, and said sleepily, "I'm going to sleep too. I'm exhausted."

[TygerDarkstorm]

Indigosa--Dalaran

Indi watched as Alarial traipsed up the stairs, probably to rest after doing so much healing. A brief thought about poking Kozri while he twitched in his sleep crossed her mind; she quickly shooed it away. She headed out to the stables to go sleep next to Moonstalker.

[Lupis]

Name: Rassaa Firehammer
Race/class: Dwarf survivalist hunter
Location: Dalaran
Physical: The definition of compact, Rassaa's figure is quite free of curves. She looks, in fact, almost masculine, though lacking access muscle mass. Her face is usually hidden under a helm, rust colored hair sticking out from under it.
She has numerous pets, although the ones most commonly following her are Erik the red devilsaur, Tinder the red lynx, and a very strange red crab named Sprocket.
History: Grew up in Ironforge as a miner's daughter, learned engineering from a family friend. Was over-protected and went out on her own to join a hunting expedition. Was eventually recruited by the army headed to Outlands, then Northrend. Left to become a survivalist and smuggler, living off technically legal money.
Personality: She's seen quite a bit and has since become rather indifferent to most things, including the feelings of those around her. She can come off as cold, or even backstabbing, but she just tends to keep herself out of any too-trusting relationships. Nevertheless, she still has a sense of humor and plenty of friendliness in her, more then willing to share a laugh over a drink - as long as it isn't about beer or gold. Or female dwarves looking like males without beards.

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Rassaa fiddled with a thin sheet of red metal and a bundle of gears, muttering in dwarfish under her breath. Stupid thing, why wasn't it fitting? She tried bending the sheet slightly, and swore loudly as the gears clicked out of place, a few falling off their setting. She sighed, gathering the fallen gears and putting them laboriously back into place. Very, very carefully, she bent the sheet of metal again.
And it stayed. Breathing a sigh of relief, she very carefully placed another sheet of metal, this one white, over the open side of the mechanism, then bolted it into place. This she attached to another similar segment, which attached to... a crab. At least, it looked like a crab, and a large one at that. The metal looked quite realistic. She tapped it a few times on its "shell" and the dull lightbulb eyes blinked into life, turning and moving like a real crab's would. Satisfied, Rassaa decided to get something to drink before working on her next project.
The neutral inn wasn't far. She trotted over, the mechanical crab skittering along behind her. There was a motley crew of death knights and others inside, most of which appeared to be asleep. Probably a good idea, it was late, but she had slept through a large chunk of the day. She sat at an empty table, the crab at her side, and watched a warlock's imp.

[Azunara]

Azunara and Kozri
Dalaran

Kozri blinked, forcing himself awake. He had been out for awhile, was his first thought. Which made sense, but still. If he had slept that long on campaign, he'd be dead. He sighed, stretching. It looked like everyone else, except for some dwarf and some imp, were asleep. Too tired and not motivated to do much of else, he decided to just sit and watch. He glanced at Azu, nodding. The priestess did a great job, it looked like there wouldn't be any scars from that fight.

[Saturo]

Decay - Dalaran Inn

Decay looked down in attempt to look asleep when Kozri looked past her.

[Azunara]

Kozri and Azunara
Dalaran

The human tilted his head, trying to gauge if Decay was awake or not. Azunara woke up though, and she blinked, shaking herself. "Kozri?" She asked, slowly sitting up. "Are we going to go after the gnome and the creepy wolf thing? I promise I'll fight and not get scared this time." She said, and Kozri glanced at the ceiling, as if it had the answers. "If the others are willing, I'm fine with it. Even if they disagree, I still would go. There's something wrong with them, and I can't let them hurt my friends and live."

[Saturo]

Decay - Dalaran

Decay kept looking slumped down, and hoped that Kozri wouldn't realize that undead didn't sleep...

[Azunara]

((Sheesh. Azu has been failing all over today.))

Azunara and Kozri
Dalaran

Azunara flicked her ears, and while Kozri wasn't quite functioning as normal, she noticed the slight movements of Decay, showing she was awake. She looked at Decay, then at Kozri, and she gave a slight grin. "You should go say hi to Decay!" She said, and Kozri blinked, "She's asleep-oh. Right." The druid grinned at him, and Kozri shook his head, "Might as well. She helped me out quite a bit, I should thank her." He stretched, seeming reluctant to move, while Azunara watched, snickering. Sleepy Kozri always amused her. He never was...normal in the morning.