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Batlek, Lightfur and Dalinda, Durotar

Batlek gazed evenly at Decay for a few moments, then nodded sharply. "Drain her. Now." He'd briefly imagined using her as bait, but that was a foolish risk to take. They'd kill her now and be done with it. He gestured to two cultists, a tauren and an orc, and they approached to grab Decay by the arms.
Lightfur let the vines die down, relaxing. He began healing any wounds Batlek or Dalinda had. The undead, in the meanwhile, scowled and glared at the death knight, glad to see she'd be out of the way.

Decay - Durotar

"Gee, if I'd have known all it would take was to be captured I'd have done it long ago.", Decay replied to Batlek with contempt as she spat in the eye of one of the cultists dragging her away.

Gazz'nil, Razil, Terteri, Gogglespank- Razor hill

Gogglespank positioned itself at Glixs feet, she seemed oddly familiar, and he felt comfortable around her.
Soon however his original owners did come into town, Gazz'nil riding on Terteri who didn't look in the slightest amused, Sabatoth ran beside snapping at Teteri with jealous growls "Would you two knock it off already? Sabatoth your just going to have to deal with it until Teteri gets used to it okay?" The reptile grumbled in annoyance at this.
the first thing Razil did was run into the inn, even if it was in her panther form looking for gogglespank

Cultists and Batlek, Durotar

The cultist grunted, but otherwise ignored Decay, simply dragging her towards one of the remaining pentacles. They pushed her on to the rune-covered area, then stood at each side, making sure she didn't escape. Yet another cultist approached, a vulture following. It landed in the pentacle opposite. The cultist stood beside the two pentacles.

Batlek watched, thinking. The reason that their drained victims died was because they lost the energy needed to breathe. Undead didn't need to breathe, though, did they? He was pretty sure Dalinda didn't even have any lungs anymore. So she wouldn't die.
But Cori could kill her.
He turned towards the priest, speaking quietly to her. "Our Death Knight friend will not die because of the draining. Would you like to do the honors?"

Cori - Camp

Cori looked up, a bit puzzled. "Can't you just gut it?"

Batlek and Cultists, Durotar

"Undead react very badly to holy energies. While I want her dead, it does not have to be as instant as a beheading," Batlek replied calmly.

((And, I started the spell wrong! There is no longer a cultist in the opposite pentacle! It's now... er... a vulture. Editing my last post to correspond with this one...))
The cultist on the sideline of the two pentacles muttered a few words, creating a link from Decay's magic energy to the vulture. A thin beam formed, draining from the death knight.

Karzix and Glix - Razor Hill

Glix peered down at the little dragon as it perched by her feet. She looked around, wondering if her hunch was correct. Her ears perked up as she caught a flash of something dark darting into the inn. She took a few steps forward, being careful not to accidentally step on Gogglespank, as she tried to get a better look of who had gone into the building.

Magna - Telredor

"Hehe cute kid" Magna said to himself.

Arbennig sniffed at the young Draenei as well.

Cori - Camp

''Yeah, I know, but I'm a healer.'', she said, getting up. ''The death knight will just laugh.''

Decay - Camp

''Oy!'', Decay called out to Batlek with a grin as she got drained. ''Have I ever mentioned how ugly your nose is?''

((Did anyone bring her weapons?))

((Nope. They'll probably just recycle them, though they might try to disenchant/drain them, too, once they notice the runes. At the moment they just see the swords as random weapons to ignore.))

Batlek and Cult, Durotar

Batlek ignored Decay's jibes. "Your being a healer only helps. The undead are greatly harmed by any holy magic, even if it heals their wounds. It's very painful for them."

The cultist ignored her as well, continuing the draining.

Decay and Cori -Camp

The priest shrugged and cast a quick Smite at Decay, who grabbed her neck with a slight ''Oww!''.
Stupid priest. That hurt!
Cori didn't see through the death knight, however, and instead turned to Batlek with a less than amused expression.

((Oh. Right. RP. People need me.))

Kozri
Caverns of Time

Kozri gave a muffled reply, "Yeah. We should get back to the others, shouldn't we?" He said, uncurling himself and trying to put on a braver face then he felt. "Dalaran, right?"

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Azunara
Durotar

Azunara looked up as Razil tore into the inn, but otherwise she kept her spot by the tree, lying down and debating how practically she could phase into the tree. Deciding it wasn't very likely, she remained where she was.

((Trying to get my lock to 85 so I can start prepping for raids; sorry if I don't post much.
I still need to devise a plan to get Decay back. >_>))

Willowe--Caverns of Time

"Aye," Willowe replied, nodding. "Although I am not real sure how we are going to get there from here without a mage." The worgen looked over to Atto, wondering if she could sneak him along with them.

Batlek and Cult, Durotar

Batlek sighed. "Continue. If I have learned anything about that death knight, it is that she is stubborn. She will not show her pain."
The draining continued on, getting stronger as the spell built strength.

Attodormu, Caverns

Attodormu had been rather quiet ever since seeing Kozri as an Infinate. Now he gave a full-body shake, scales clicking together. Ergh. He glanced up at Kozri, hoping he could follow. Maybe he could help him stay sane!

Kozri
Caverns of Time

Kozri gave a weak grin. "We're in a Cavern full of dragons who mastery of time, and some who are skilled with arcane energy. I think we can find someone to make us a portal to Dalaran." He shuffled his wings and shook his head. He'd deal with everything that had happened when they were safe. He knew for a fact he wasn't going to sleep for days, not with that fresh in his mind. It'd bring all of those nightmares, all that pain back.

He looked down at Attodormu, tilting his head. "I don't know. You still need work on your disguise. These guys are nice, but most mortals aren't very tolerant of dragons. Tell you what though, do you have a loose scale on you?"

Cori and Decay - Camp

''Fine.'', Cori replied, starting to heal Decay with all she got. The death knight shuddered as the healing washed over her. Damned priest. Damned warlock. Damned fucking druid.

Willowe--Caverns of Time

Willowe looked a little sheepish--right, cave full of dragons...derp.

She moved over to Atto and whispered, "Maybe I will just sneak you along, mate."

Attodormu, Caverns

The dragonling sagged, then nodded as the scale was brought up. He shook again, then snaked his head around to his back, tugging on one of his sand-colored scales. It came off with a clink and he offered it to the older dragon, curious.
He glanced over at Willowe as she whispered to him, grinning hugely.

Batlek, Durotar

Batlek nodded, a grin settling briefly on his face. "Exactly so."

Willowe--Caverns of Time

The druid began to wonder if dragons were capable of taking the form of small creatures like rats or something so she could just carry Attodormu in her pack. Thinking about it again, she realized they probably couldn't, especially since the whelpling hadn't managed to perfect his disguise yet. Perhaps an invisibility spell?

She whispered her ideas to Atto, seeing what the whelp thought.

((Willowe would attempt to stuff him in her pack if she thought she could get away with it. ))

Kozri
Caverns of Time

Kozri looked at the scale and let arcane magic flow to one of his talons, engraving the communication rune into it. "One of my friends and I used this for communication. Since it's your scale and was part of you, whoever holds it can talk to you, whenever and wherever they want. So I could give this to Willowe, for example, and she could speak with you when she wants, even if she's on Eastern Kingdoms and you're in a timeline. It was the only rune I ever really remembered." He said, twitching his tail. "So when we need you, for whatever reason, we can contact you." He offered the communication scale to Willowe, since she seemed rather close to the whelp.