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Day of Reckoning -- November 12, 2012.

Set to take place when agreed among the RPers:

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“It’s time: Let us finish this, once and for all.” He walked swiftly alongside his three elites. They walked directly behind his flank, forming a V behind him. He seemed awfully defenseless, but there were multiple Rogues present alongside his perimeter, invisible. They were heavily armed, with multiple health potions, knives, swords, and bombs. They were here to get something done, and they wouldn’t leave empty handed. Their pace increases as they get closer to the rendezvous position: Orolian was standing there, alongside Hagiel and his daughter Lani’lea. The grandmaster, Xandiv slowly walks towards them. He spreads his arms and smiles; “Do you have what I asked for-“

“Do you have Tyries?” Orolian snarls, his eyes glaring down at the man. His wicked smile turns into a fiendish grin, “Of course I have her. She is my slave, and shall stay that way.” Orolian narrows his eyes at the man, his hand about ready to attack.

“Don’t do anything foolish,” he told himself. He looks to Lani’lea on his left and grabbed her shoulder, whispering a word of warning over the communicator. Of course, the girl was more than ready to begin combat, and was not afraid. Hagiel was tentatively waiting, her stance ready for any sudden attack from Xandiv. “I have what you want. The key is in my possession, but I will not hand it over until you release Tyries. She does not deserve this punishment you lashed out on her.” The Ex-Farstrider watches the Rogue carefully, his body tense. He had two flintlock pistols in hidden sheaths, in case he was attacked suddenly, they would be easier to pull out than his rifle behind his back.

“Tyries Standsfield will not be released: she is property of the Ranger-Lord, and shall stay that way.” Xandiv smiles, teasing the Hunter, he knew this would anger him, but Orolian was standing patient. He mutters words to the Rogues behind him, and they silently nod. Unknown to the opposing party what was told, everyone goes tense. The farthest rogue begins to walk away, but Orolian cuts him off – pulling out his rifle and shooting the boy in the head.

“Don’t think I’ll be allowing you to call back reinforcements, Xandiv.” Xandiv growls, he looks over his shoulder at the bloody mess. Blood oozing from the wound, as the head was completely decapitated from the rifle’s strength. Xandiv looks back to Orolian and narrows his eyes.

“Shall we really play this game, Orolian? This can all be avoided, if you just give me what I want.” Xandiv begins to grit his teeth, but stays relaxed. He was going to prove to Orolian that he could not be scared or angered. He was playing with a relaxed mind, his eyes seeing every action that the opposing party made. Words come into his comm, and he raises an eyebrow. “My, my, Blood Knights, really, Orolian? You seeked help from the Blood Knights?” He laughs, and lets a big toothy grin. “Do you honestly—“

“They’re Aqueitas’s troops.” Xandiv blinks, How did he… He stops, and looks around. He mutters words into his comm and his Rogues behind him vanish. “I see. So what do you plan to do with me? Eh?” Orolian narrows his eyes; he holds his Rifle in two hands and aims it to Xandiv’s head. “Give me an idea, great-grandfather.” He lets go a bullet, and as expected, it misses. A second later he turns around and thrusts his gun forward, only to have Xandiv’s neck get caught in between the Rifle’s blades. Orolian leaves his finger in the trigger, his eyes glaring at Xandiv. Xandiv raises a hand, “I must say. I was not expecting that.” He lowers his hand, “But, that doesn’t mean you’ll kill me here.” At the exact instant his words end, Xandiv reaches up and cheap-shots Orolian, kicking into his crotch and sending him down in pain. He throws blinding powder towards Lani’lea and vanishes from sight. Seconds later, Hagiel falls – Xandiv bringing a fist to her stomach and an elbow to the back of her head, sending her to fall from pain. Lani’lea, being the daughter she is, didn’t like his actions. She allows her magic to grant her sight, and as it returns, he vanishes once more. He was gone; Orolian stands up, groaning from the pain.

“Where did he go...? Dammit.” He kneels down and pats Hagiel gently on the cheek, and checks her pulse. She was alive, but knocked out cold. He snarls, and looks around, trying to find any source of Xandiv. A voice comes into his comm, it wasn’t Lani’lea or Hagiel this time however – it was Aqueitas.

“Orolian! They’ve ambushed us! We’ll fight them back as well as we can, but we will require your assistance, they are too quick!” Orolian looks to Lani’lea and glares at her, “STAY. HERE.” He orders, she frowns, reluctantly obeying. “I need you to take care of Hagiel. Stay here, I mean it.” He runs off to the Blood Knight’s general location.

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The sight wasn’t at all intriguing. There were corpses everywhere, from Aqueitas’s and Xandiv’s troops alike. They were having a gruesome fight, the Blood Knights fighting off the Assassins as well as they could. It was an even fight, but the Assassins used dirty tricks to get their kills. Orolian scans the area, and watches as Aqueitas kills off two Rogues on his own, decapitating one and immediately afterwards thrusting his sword to the second one’s chest. He sees Orolian and nods, “Xandiv ran away. I fought him off and weakened him, but he managed to get away.” Without a word, Orolian begins running towards the suggested path by the Blood Knight, leaving them to fight on their own.

Xandiv had his stealth disabled, as the light continued to scorch him causing small amounts of pain which made his stealth inaccessible. Orolian finally catches up to the wounded Rogue, hearing his footsteps, Xandiv turns around and glares to the Ranger. He stands up and cracks his back, snarling from the pain. “Had to use them to do anything, eh? Pathetic. I expected—“

“You expected me to be stupid and come alone. Yes, I know – but who is the stupid one here? You and your assassins attacked Silvermoon’s finest. Beaten; your troops will be dead in a few minutes.” Xandiv narrows his eyes and unsheathes his daggers, twirling them in his hands. He doesn’t say a word and steps through the shadows behind Orolian, striking towards his spine. The blades hit, but were interrupted as an array of weapons fly around Orolian’s figure, protecting him from any more attacks. They dance around his figure, and cause Xandiv to stumble – Orolian unsheathes a sword that he had brought, and strikes towards Xandiv’s mid-section with a sideways strike. It barely landed, creating a clean bloody cut across his leather armor. The Rogue snarls from the pain, but his wounds slowly begin to heal in front of Orolian’s eyes. “Admit defeat, Xandiv! Your time is quickly running out! Do not make this harder than it needs to be.” Xandiv smirks, the idea repulsive. He was not about to quit – he thrusts both daggers forward towards Orolian’s general mid-section, but was cut off with a parry from his sword. Realizing that this would continue, he vanishes yet again, the light’s searing dissipating from his figure. “Wimp.” Orolian sheathes his sword and thinks of the possible locations he could have ran to. The manor he thought, he begins to make his way to the dreaded family home.

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It took almost an hour worth of walking to reach the home. It felt empty, besides the slaves doing labor around the fields, there was no one. Orolian walks inside the door, half expecting to be instantly ambushed, but he instead, he was met with the essence of isolation. He picks up groaning from the basement, and decides to check out what was going on, only to find his friend tied up, naked. “Tyries!” He runs up to her and breaks off the wall chains that kept her in place, she was very weak. The nude female suddenly runs up and attempts to choke Orolian, but falls from fatigue. He looks at her in shock, “I’m trying to save you! Why are you attacking me?!” She just glares up at him, and manages to murmur the words, “You… Stole… My… Weapons.” Orolian just sighs; he hauls her over his shoulder and sits her down on the large bed that was upstairs. He finds a glass of water and food, and begins feeding her. He breaks off the remaining chains on her legs and hands, giving her freedom. “Look, you will get your weapons later. But for now, just try and get out of here alive.” He finds her leathers and allows her to dress herself, “I need to find Xandiv.” She looks at him silently, the hate in her eyes. He sighs and walks out of the house, “Where could he have gone to..” Orolian looks around the area until he was called by Lani’lea on the comm. “Dad! Xandiv took Hagiel! He’s running south to the Eastern Plaguelands!”Orolian doesn’t respond, instead he begins dashing south, without a mount. He would make it there by foot; he knew his body could take it.

“Alright, you win. I can’t run anymore, come on. Kill me.” Lani’lea stood there with her scythe ready, she begin growling at the man’s taunting. Seconds later, she unleashes a large shadow-arrow, but was tricked again. The man she hit was a decoy, and the real Xandiv was gone, as well as Hagiel with him. “That is getting really fucking old!” She yells. Orolian catches up to her and pants, “Where is he?” Lani’lea looks up to him and frowns, “He escaped… Again.” Orolian nods, he begins dashing south again.

It seemed like hours until Orolian finally made some progress. Hagiel had begun homing her signal through the communication device she had, allowing Orolian to find her. He ended up finding them at the front of Scholomance, with a not-at-all happy Xandiv. “Bitch! Tell me where the key is! I know Orolian doesn’t have it! He’s not stupid enough to keep it for his own!” He slaps Hagiel, and she growls, standing up and choking Xandiv. Her choke was hard, but Xandiv manages to kick her off and spot Orolian running by them. He once again vanishes from sight, the man didn’t want to get caught. “Belore be damned..” Orolian collapses and Hagiel catches him, helping him sit down. Orolian pants, he had ran for miles. “We’ll.. Catch him one day.” Hagiel smiles at him, “This won’t work. We need to find a way to corner him, since he’s too slippery.” Orolian nods, “But how…”

“Perhaps I can help.” Aqueitas rides up with his three remaining blood knights behind him on their chargers. “I saw you running south, and since we had cleaned up the remaining assassins we decided to see if we could help anymore.” Orolian nods at the man, trying to regain his breath. “I suggest we corner him in the one place where he believes he is safe: His manor.”

Xandiv walks back inside of the manor; he was very tired, and very angry. He had lost most of his men, and his pocket magister had ditched him, claiming that his time of retribution was coming, and he wanted no part of it. He had lost everything, but he still had his slave he thought. He walks inside, and finds it empty, but notices food and water on his bed. He instantly begins walking around, wondering who would dare eat on top of his bed, until he rushes downstairs, only to see Tyries gone. “Fuck!” He yells out loud in accident. Tyries had long since ran away, to where, he had no idea. He looks around the manor for anything of use but the Magister had taken everything. “I’m going to kill that man…” He snarls. He walks outside and blows a horn loudly that would be heard across Quel’thalas. Minutes later, 25 new assassins appear, all ready for orders. He counts them all and yells, “Only 25!? I had 200 before this! Where are my soldiers?!” They all stood there, silent, not wanting to anger the man more.

“The Magister took with him the rest, claiming you a traitor to your people, and a liar--” Xandiv takes out a pistol and shoots the Rogue in the head, his anger clearly controlling his actions. The rest of the Rogues blink, and all at once they salute him. “But we follow the Ranger-Lord, sir!” Their chants were all at said at the same time. Xandiv nods, satisfied with the loyalty, or fear, left in his current soldiers. It wasn’t long until Orolian and everyone else appears, “Kill them!” He says, commanding his assassins to attack the small group of seven people.

The assassins fell quickly, their numbers dwindling. They lost five men in the initial charge, and the remaining 20 were ready to charge all at once until a powerful aura of arcane fills the air. A large rune circle engulfs the Rogues, and lightning strikes down at them with a fury. Unknown to what was happening; they look behind their shoulder only to find Xandiv’s ex-lapdog Magister. He gives them a nod, “Finish him off. He deserves to die.” Orolian dashes inside the manor, and was left to kill his great-grandfather alone.

Xandiv had hidden himself well, by the time Orolian was anywhere close to finding him; Lani’lea stepped inside of the manor, alongside her friend Dracoat. “Father! “ She yelled. Orolian ran down to meet them, he nods, “I can’t find him anywhere. Think you may be able to drag him out?”Lani’lea smiles and nods, her confidence in her power never lacked, and certainly not now. She kneels down and concentrates greatly, engulfing the manor in a nova of holy power. Xandiv was forced out of stealth, and proved to actually be right near them. He was sitting on a chair, tremendously fatigued. He turns his head to face them, his eyes full of hate. “You have ruined everything. Seven hundred years’ worth of work, ruined!” He stands up from the chair and drinks a purple potion. His eyes then begin to glow a bright dark-purple color. “I will make you pay!” He grows taller, and his weapons become tremendously longer. Instead of small daggers, they were now large swords, engulfed in shadows. His eyes then turn black, and his body is immediately filled with a dark essence. “…” he looks at them in silence, before rapidly striking at Orolian from behind the back. His speed was tremendously enhanced, he was already quick, but now he was even quicker. Dracoat managed to match the now-beast’s speed, causing the blades to only sink in a bit before being knocked back by his two-handed sword. Lani’lea immediately tends to the wound, sinking holy light into, while Dracoat takes the reigns in fighting the monstrosity.

The two exchanged blows, but the paladin was overpowered by the combination of experience and power that Xandiv now wields. Lani’lea joins the fight, unleashing a barrage of holy spells as Dracoat does the same thing, in a gruesome attempt to at least weaken him. He would not budge, and seemed invincible.

The Ex-Arch-Magister walks inside, his hands glowing. “Let me handle this.” He says, pushing past Orolian and unleashing a powerful spell – draining the magic that Xandiv had presented. It was very effective, and Xandiv immediately began to drop in strength, as the shadows were fading from his figure. Dracoat and Orolian took advantage of this, slicing and shooting at his body, simultaneously, until finally, with the combined effort of all four Xandiv fell – lifeless.

They all looked at his body, “Is he really dead?” They all thought. They dared not assume he wasn’t, for the Rogue was tremendously tricky. Orolian walks over to the lifeless corpse, it had its right arm cut off, its stomach half-way cut through. Four gun shots through the chest, and severe burns from the holy and arcane magic alike. There was no blood however; all that was present was a black-mist, slowly precipitating into nothing.

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Several hours later:

“You are all freed. You are no longer slaves, as the rightful owner of this land, as Orolian Flamearrow, I hereby grant you a choice. Leave this land, or work – for money. The choice is yours, and I will not force you on to anything. Your current quarters shall be remodeled, and be made much more livable.” The now-freed-slaves look up to him, they couldn’t believe it. They were free – they all started chanting amongst each other, and cheering. Some left, but the majority of them stayed. They had nowhere else to go – so they stayed to continue to labor the lands, something that they were experts at by now.

Orolian walks inside of the manor, he still didn’t know where Tyries was, and all he could do was hope that she would keep herself safe. He had moved in all of his family in, and the children greatly enjoyed this change of scenery. There were still several rogues who had been too cowardly to answer the final call, and were left without a job. Orolian pardoned them, sending them all back to their respective home-lands, he didn’t need them. He had no intentions in angering anyone to the point of war.

He lies down on the bed, it was huge and it could easily fit four people. He lays his head on a pillow and closes his eyes, and sees black. He smiles, the memories were gone, the haunting of his grandfathers’ finally leaving him alone. He no longer had dreaded nightmares, he was free. He was ready to start anew.