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Post by Erelle Netherbright on May 27, 2008 13:11:05 GMT -5
Erelle snickered to herself at Alannah's antics and leaned her head on the shoulder of the increasingly confused guard. The elevator reached its destination and Erelle pulled them off, hurrying on their way. Her laughter echoed loudly and she tugged them in the direction of the stables, this time to the correct mounts.
The guard, too confused to say anything, went along with them numbly. After all, how many times in his life were two attractive, and very drunk, women going to pay this much attention to him again?
Erelle grinned at Alannah in agreement. "They're stuck with those weird space goat things. How terrible for them!"
Her talbuk eyed her somewhat reproachfully as she climbed clumsily into the saddle. She patted it on the side and giggled.
"Hey! Stop looking at me like that, this is a great idea!"
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Post by Alannah Vrusades on May 27, 2008 13:18:35 GMT -5
Glaring at the Talbuk, she made a face. She was holding onto the Scryer's hand now, and turned to face him.
"So, what do you ride?" she questioned him.
The guard raised an eyebrow at the suggestive double entendre, smirked, and gestured over to a large black Netherwing.
"That works," she said, jabbing him in the side where a gab in his armor was. "Let's go,"
The guard shrugged and waltzed the two of them to his mount. He hopped on, grabbed the reigns, and was ready to guide the beast out of it's stall, when Alannah climbed on behind him.
"Uh, what are you doing?" he questioned. Yeah, it was against regulation for two people to ride the same mount, but this was ALANNAH we're talking about.
"Shut up and ride," she ordered.
He didn't question her.
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Post by Erelle Netherbright on May 27, 2008 13:24:08 GMT -5
Erelle shot Alannah an envious glance and turned her Talbuk, waiting on the guard to move first.
He was looking increasingly uncomfortable but the women didn't care, they were on a mission! ...And he was cute.
She reared her Talbuk up, the beast striking out with its front hooves and Erelle waved her arms impatiently at the guard.
"Just go already!"
With a defeated shrug, the guard nudged his mount into action, and Erelle followed, the violet hooves of her talbuk ringing musically against the paved ground. The wind blew their hair back and an elated grin dominated the face of the hunter, the adrenline and the alcohol combined has enduced an almost euphroic feeling in her and she yelled, the sound one of pure excitement as the trio thundered towards Hellfire Pennisula, and the waiting Reaver.
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Post by Alannah Vrusades on May 27, 2008 13:31:45 GMT -5
The seat of this Netherwing was uncomfortable, clearly made for one. 'What the ****,' she mumbled in her mind, though it carried out through her lips. 'Cheap ass guard needs to put some money into his mount,'
She sighed and rested her head on his back, basking in both the alcohol and the mana she was fueled by, her eyes glowing violently. ((This is totally before Sael banned her from going to Outland, kthx))
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Post by Erelle Netherbright on May 27, 2008 13:34:53 GMT -5
The rain died as they approached Hellfire, it never rained there, and Erelle shivered as the wind whipped past her, the cold stinging her lips and cheeks as they hurtled towards their destination, the talbuk keeping an even pace with the Netherwing. The ground shook with the distant steps of the Fel Reaver and Erelle jerked the reigns of her mount sharply, and it reared up, coming to a halt. She waved her hands at the pair on the Netherwing and pointed to the shape of the Reaver, slowly growing larger as it approached them, the shaking of the ground increasing with each step.
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Post by Alannah Vrusades on May 27, 2008 13:39:02 GMT -5
The guard stared ahead, face filled with terror. "You girls are insane!" he hollared over the sound of the gears grinding in the Reaver.
"No, just female," mumbled Alannah, hopping off the back of the guards mount. "And you're going to help us," she retorted, taking his hand and pulling him off.
Her eyes were burning now with a fierce determination. If they didn't know any better, it would've appeared she wasn't drunk at all.
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Post by Erelle Netherbright on May 27, 2008 13:44:16 GMT -5
Erelle slid smoothly off the back of her talbuk, sobering up somewhat at the sight of the large machine stomping ever closer. Her hands dropped to the dual swords at her hips and she moved over closer to the terrified guard and Alannah.
A determined grin snuck across her face and she patted the trembling male comfortingly.
"'S'ok babe, if it kills us, we won't even feel it, that thing weighs a ton."
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Post by Alannah Vrusades on May 27, 2008 13:49:22 GMT -5
Alannah nodded her aggreanace.
"Well, actually Erelle... That Plate male he's wearing might protect him for a few moments. Might hurt a bit. Maybe a lot." She shrugged her indifference, leaned to the side and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thanks, you're a doll!"
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Post by Erelle Netherbright on May 27, 2008 13:51:46 GMT -5
Erelle snickered and glanced sidelong at Alannah, an amused look crossing her face.
"So ummm, how exactly are we supposed to take this thing down?"
She glanced down towards her swords and let out a laugh. "I'm supposed to hack at its metal knees?"
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Post by Alannah Vrusades on May 27, 2008 13:56:42 GMT -5
"Uh, well, there's that..." she mumbled, before she stepped forward. He was getting close. The ground's vibrations nearly caused her to topple over, but somehow she remained righted.
"Or," she continued, holding her hands out before her. Each finger splayed at a particular angle, she made symbols in the air. Shards of ice dropped from the sky, immense crystalline objects that cluttered the path before him.
She giggled, "Whoops, I missed..."
Once more she raised her hands, and once more the shards fell, this time directly atop the gigantic robot's head. Below, and with the movement of her left hand (a solid swipe to the side) ice shot from the ground, entombing the machines feet.
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Post by Erelle Netherbright on May 27, 2008 13:59:17 GMT -5
Erelle cackled as Alannah's spell missed the first time and she drew her bow expertly, closing one eye and taking aim. She lined the Reaver up in her sights and let loose an arrow charged with a bolt of arcane energy, her eyesight slightly clouded from the alcohol.
The arrow made a dull "thunk" noise as it landed in one of the gears, causing the machine to make a loud grinding noise.
The arrow was soon smashed to pieces and she laughed, uncaring of the danger.
"Whoops."
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Post by Alannah Vrusades on May 27, 2008 14:03:38 GMT -5
The guard stood there, doing ****-all, watching as the two women attempted to slay the demon robot that usually took a small army.
Alannah didn't care that his ignorance failed to portray the two women's strength. Alannah, addicted, was strong enough at this moment for three, and Erelle's arrows never -- USUALLY never -- missed their target.
Torrent upon torrent of fire shot from her hands, wrapping about the Fel Reaver. Whether or not the fire did anything didn't matter. It just looked ******* awesome.
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Post by Erelle Netherbright on May 27, 2008 14:07:31 GMT -5
Erelle fired volley after volley of arrows, most of them striking the target, sparks flying as the arcane energy came in contact with the Fel energy that powered the monsterous machine.
Her eyes flashed with eager determination as the two women continued their assualt, the guard stood nearby, his mouth hanging open.
Wow, was he ever useless.
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Post by Alannah Vrusades on May 27, 2008 14:12:33 GMT -5
"It would appear looks aren't everything, Erelle," she called over her shoulder.
Alannah's hands moved artfully through the air, symbolds and glyphs appearing at the end of each stroke. Her mind was emptying -- how many spells did she know? How long could she keep this assault up?
"At least a little longer," she responded to her own query, holding one hand out directly in front of her. The remains of the ice shards fell from the sky, all the while a massive ball of fire gathering in her palm.
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Post by Erelle Netherbright on May 27, 2008 14:16:45 GMT -5
"Looks that way. Shame, the pretty ones are always the most useless."
She closed her eyes and focused her mind, there was more to her arrows than just aiming and firing. Taking a couple moments to concentrate, the arrow she currently had strung flashed a blinding blue, and she glanced over to Alannah, waiting for the say so as the ball of fire in the mage's hand grew steadily bigger and brighter.
"Ready when you are, Alannah dear."
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