BreathTaker

I'm totally ok with that. It was like Sheogorath took over this thread and filled it with residents of Mania. Y'all are nuts haha

Sorry everyone been sick as a dog Zakk jumped back as the fire erupted around him, quick thinking allowed him to prepare a spell as well as think of a plan of action against this blasted orc causing mayhem. Finally the spell was ready and Zakk sprayed ice across the base of the fire, suffocating it. There was just enough moisture left in the air that it worked, barely. With a sigh of relief and smile on his lips he jumped at the orc. Reaver drawn and thirsty with both hands and eyes streaming a glowing blue mist, he landed about three feet from the orc, the two mountains stood motionless for a moment, sizing each other up. Rusted piece of scrap in his main hand and a chain he knows how to use in his off hand, ok I can work with this Zakk thought to himself as everything froze for a moment, time hadn't really stopped so much as Zakk's years of training allowed him to assess the situation and react. "Alright ye bleedin piece o' slag, let's get this out" Zakk growled as he deftly swung his blade in an arc for right to left. The orc blocked the swing with his own sword, letting out the discordant ring of impure metal that only a dwarf would notice. As the orc blocked the swing Zakk punched him in the face with his frosty left hand. The creature's nose shattered and blood smeared across his face as well as frost, blinding the orc temporarily. Zakk took the opportunity to give himself some room, "Cover me!" He yelled behind to his friends as he laid his shoulder in to the beast and tackled him through the wall that hadn't been destroyed yet, Poor bastard of a barkeep Zakk thought with a smirk as they rolled into the street. As Zakk started to push himself up, a chain wrapped around his right forearm, damnation! The bugger's quick he thought as his arm was yanked out from under him. He rolled onto his back and drew a large dagger the was attached to his chest just in time to block the orc's swing as it stood over him. Immediately, Zakk kicked the orc in the groin and rolled back over his head and onto his feet, right next to where Reaver lie on the ground. He scooped up his trusty blade and sliced at where the orc was standing before the roll but Zakk hit nothing but air. Out of nowhere a chain wrapped around Zakk's ankle, threatening to pull him down again, "Hehe, fool me once lad." Zakk laughed as he kicked in the opposite direction, pulling the orc to him. The orc released his chain and swung his sword overhead with both hands, a clumsy, dangerous and angry move. Zakk pulled Reaver into a guard with the edge facing the oncoming strike, Zakk smiled to himself as the blades collided and the orc's sword shattered. The orc backed away in shock, dropping what was left of the sword, "No can be!" The orc yelled in a gutral cry. Zakk stood from his block and smiled, Frosty vapor rose from his glowing blue eyes and came out of his mouth like some kind of ice dragon. He kicked the orc in the chest, breaking several ribs and sending his opponent flying. When Zakk caught up, Reaver was home on his back, he reached down, ripped off the troll skull helmet and pulled the dying beast close by his chest plate, "What's yer name laddie?" Zakk asked in a cold but controlled anger, "Name is... is... Grontak," The orc managed to sputter, "Well, Grontak I'm goin' to do ye a favor and send ye ta yer god," and in a flash the dagger Zakk had used earlier was sliding across Grontak's throat, bleeding him out. Zakk stood and walked away from the dead orc, ready for more blood. As he walked back towards the tavern he noticed the chain sitting on the ground giving off a strange, yet incredibly faint glow. "What the?" Zakk said to himself as he bent down and picked up the chain, "Huh, it's bleedin enchanted!" He chuckled to himself, "I can use this." Before Zakk got the chance to do anything, another bolt crashed into the wall of a nearby home, reminding Zakk of the other enemies. He scanned the area and spotted a goblin sniper on the roof of a nearby building who seemed to be aiming at the front door of the Tavern. Zakk ran to the nearest building, and using the boxes and gutter outside he began to scale the wall all the way to the roof. Once on the roof he crouched down and held his new chain in both hands. Quietly, he sneaked (is that even a word) up on the enemy and wrapped the chain around the diminutive throat of the tiny goblin, silently strangling the flailing monster until it finally went limp and died. Edit: Proofread and added some stuff If anyone is interested in what Reaver looks like, it's basically the Reaver Cleaver from Zombie Tools. I will be owning one soon.

Sorry Lads and Lady, I've been feeling a right pile of Chull Dung the last couple of days BT strolled through the hallways behind the group a short ways whistling "Cadence to Arms" to himself. He walked in his gleaming Black and Silver trimmed Shardplate and carried Reaver, his two handed black broadsword, in his right hand ready to fight anything that came next.

BT placed his hand on Mary's shoulder, "Be calm Lanfe... I mean, uh, Mary... Why did I just almost call you Lanfear?" He asked, extremely confused at his want to name her one of the forsaken. But the White wings he's noticed in his hair were also confusing.

Sorry, I'm back Zakk grabbed Korb and literally tossed him behind Tool and the gang. He pulled Reaver from her home on his back and prepared a decently powerful defense spell. After a second of looking around at street level he heard the distinct sound of a crossbow twang and jumped out of the way just in time for the bolt to dig in to the heel of his boot Zakk came up out of the roll and sprayed a wall of ice in front of the gang, "There, that should give us enough time for..." Suddenly two crossbow bolts broke through the ice, the first fell immediately after shattering the wall; the second, however flew right between Zakk's legs and grazed his thigh. "Blood and Death!" Zakk yelled out as he ran back into the bar after the group. He slammed the door shut and blocked it with a nearby table. "I can't see anyone out there on the rooftops," He said, peaking through a window and ducking just in time for a bolt to shoot through and slam in to the bar. "Everybody get out, party's over, sorry lads!" He yelled as he crawled away from the window, all the other patrons in the bar got up and slowly made their way out the back door as though this sort of thing happened every day... then again. "As I was sayin'," Zakk continued after everyone had left, "I cannea see anyone out there so it's either a really sneaky human- unlikely- or an elf. An elf, that's been taken by the Shadow." Zakk paused for a moment before looking at Korb, "Or... you REALLY ticked off a bunch of sneaky humans AND elves and there are actually TWO groups from whom we're ta save yer scrawny hide from" Before an answer could come for Korb the door exploded with a force so great the whole building shook, and in the doorway stood an Orc that was almost the same size as Zakk. The Orc was wearing a Troll skull helmet, had a large jagged blade in one hand and a heavy length of chain in the other. "Great, thought Zakk." Contrary to the Walking Dead, a powerful enough crossbow is not silent, even the new ones. Also, remember, this is a mini boss so let's get a couple people to attack and fail before we beat the baddie down.

Go ahead then if you have an idea

Reserved. I have an idea but on my phone. Nobody post relating to the attack,if youre going to post back up about ten minutes

"The little one is right, Korb," Zakk said, careful not to bring up the title again lest he have to detract from his beer by beating some young drunk hoodlum soundly over the head. Zakk noticed the strange accent in which the veiled... person?... spoke in. His father's people frequently had dealings with the some of the Underfolk such as gnomes and Zakk had gone with his grandfather more than once to the middling regions of the deep but he wasn't quite able to pinpoint the accent. He looked at Vhalin cautiously, "Yer an interesting one ain't ye?" Zakk asked. "It's settled then. X, Mat, Makaz(Tool in Dwarvish), let's get out of this hole before it gets too rough even for me," at that He lifted up his lukewarm beer and slammed it in one fell swoop and started for the door. Quiver, your Pali could have just decided to sit back and watch things unfold from the back like Mary did and maybe she could follow us to Korb's estate only to get noticed by Vhalin and his honed senses. Also, when I said Zakk wasn't drunk, I wasn't in denial. He's basically a quarter dwarf and three quarters Scot, he can throw down... he was getting pretty buzzed though so I may or may not have been exaggerating his prowess a wee bit. Zakk also starts to speak in Dwar-glish when he's buzzed hence calling Tool Makaz Edit: I will be using a mixture of Khazdul and Warhammer dwarvish, whichever fits my needs really. If anyone want to know which one I'm using I'll post it in blue. I will not use it frequently and I will always let everyone know what I said in blue.

Well the first one is Avengers and the second one is I get an upvote anyways because I'm king and you're going to be grinding in my dungeon basement. Haha just kidding, anyways.... BT stood up from his throne and waved for the group to follow him. He walked to the back wall which was covered in one giant black tapestry, trimmed in silver and emblazoned with a Silver outlined Spread-winged Raven. He lifted the bottom of the tapestry to reveal a small, ironwood, door. The door pushed open smoothly into a dark spiraled ramp that looked to go on for quite a distance. BT turned to the group with a wicked grin on his face, something hidden was being uncovered and it wasn't just what was in the basement. "Well, Allons-y!" at that BT turned and started walking down the ramp.

"Uh..." Zakk grunted at the last statement with confusion, looking around anxiously. "I'm sorry lad but I cannae help ye with 'at last part." Zakk backed up a step, thoroughly freaked out, thinking Korb had made a pass at him.

Zakk smiled a wolfish grin and let out at deep bark of a laugh, "HA! Now 'at's better ain't it?" He set Korb down slowly, then bent down and whispered in the other man's ear while smiling, "Do some'in like tha' again, and I'll rip yer bleedin' toe nails out, that clear lad?" He stood and clapped Korb on the shoulder then paused... "Wait, did you say Von Shwartmeyer?" Zakk said looking down at Korb, "I've heard that name before," He said, narrowing his eyes and raising his eyebrow. "Tell me lad, what is your job here in this wonderful town?" Hey, if someone else suspects the cane I would like to inspect it, being a weapon master and mage I could probably find something.... also I just realized the R.A. Salvatore subliminally injected his best character into my brain hole. I chose the name Zakk because I was supposed to be named Zakk and the spelling is due to Zakk Wylde (Guitarist of Black Label Society) and weapon master is the most bamf title everbut I ended up making a half dwarf version of Zaknefein Do'Urdon

As Korb splashed X, Zakk grabbed him the collar of his 'finely tailored coat' and hauled him up. Zakk lifted the little man off of his feet and put Korb nose to nose with a mountain of cold, instantly sober, anger. "Now why'd ye go an' do that lad? That wasn't very polite and I can't abide rudeness to ladies, especially when said lady is already a friend of mine. So methinks you should apologize fer the way ye treated her before I treat ye MUCH worse." at that Zakk dropped Korb and waited.

Zakk caught a scent in his nose over his pipe smoke and the smell of his beer, a familiar scent. He spun around in his seat an noticed XiaoLi standing there. "I see you've decided to come out of your shadows," He chuckled, his eyes seemed a little glossy after his... tenth pint? He had lost count honestly, but being a mixture of Dwarf and Celt he could drink most races under the table. So he waved over a glass of Rum and another Porter for his next round. If we are all going to die soon, I might as well enjoy my self He thought to himself as he sipped his Rum and smoked his pipe.

Yeah, family is the most important thing you have. Plus, traveling is awesome.

Who are you talking to Mat? We need some context from you bro, it seems like Mat is just standing there frozen unable to move anything but his lips because you haven't moved him. I'm excited to everyone's favorite Ta'veren in the story but he needs more... substance, you feel me?

"We don't have to leave quite yet," Zakk laughed as he waved to the Tender while sitting back and enjoying his pipe, "Porter for me," he said to the man in a genial tone, taking yet another puff of his pipe. The pipe itself was a curious artifact, it was carved of ebony and had an Ivory raven carved into the front. The mouthpiece of the pipe was Obsidian twisted together with more ivory and the bowl was surrounded by Sapphires that seemed to glow a deep blue.

In my head I was like "MELTED STONE!!!!!" Lefty, we can still do the quest.

Dustbringers

Hint: It's a Cosmere riddle.

Yeah but... uh... he actually has to be online to answer. I'm sure you know the answer KK, and you are more than welcome to answer for him if he gets it wrong.

But we aren't going anywhere until Master Left answers the ridiculously simple riddle.

(It's an online Massively Multiplayer Online Game... I thinks it's the biggest one in the world.)

I will not be gone long, and we will remain in the castle, if anything comes up we can always comeback. I have... ways of moving quickly, come with us Mat.

BreathTaker, sitting on his Raven Throne looked at Lefty as he made his request and considered what he asked. "Lefty, my friend. I hear your request and I have thought it through. I will allow this to pass but only if you agree to a few terms that I have. First, I must accompany you, I have grown bored here and need a little adventure in my life. Second, you must answer me a riddle. This is the question: What Knight would find this palace most welcoming? With its fire and sand and melted stone, who, with the power of dragons would build a place such as this?" BT smirked at his question and awaited the answer from his friend. Outside the wind began to blow fiercely, kicking up dust as the sky turned black. Night was still hours off but the sky gave the look of Dusk already. A storm was quickly forming all around the castle, it would converge at the highest spire with such a force as to remind one that the Highstorm is truly a force to be reckoned with. The Highstorm cometh and Death follows on its heels.

When you create a World of Warcraft account just so you can get the Survivor's Bag of Coins and make several characters at one time. (I have a Rouge Nightelf named Lestibournes who only speaks in High Imperial, a Human Rouge named VinVenture, an Orc Warrior named TonkFah, a Human Warrior named Pewterarm and I know I made another but I can't remember right now.)