Witchman3

20:48:55 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: The Zandalari moved through the Valley of Honor, gliding across the landscape akin to that of a specter as he neared his comrades. Coming to a stop not too far as he glanced down, his blood-stained hands at his side as a few of the bandages hang freely
20:48:55 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: from his wrists, but his skin still concealed. He tilted his head back as his visage traveled about, the black sockets settled on Jabjek. His chest expanded with an inhale before he exhaled, staying silent.
20:49:56 [Jäbjek-WyrmrestAccord]: Jabjek walks up to the other Zandalari, not saying a word. He cocks his arm back and fires a fist towards Witchman's face.
20:50:16 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: Gwenaël skittered from Jabjek across the Valley to stand between the two men, her back to her husband and hand reaching up to tug on the Witchman's robe to bring him down to her level, though she doesn't have the chance before Jabjek is -there-.
20:51:56 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: The Zandalari doesn't react in bringing his hands up or even backing away, he seems to just let it happen. The fist connects quite satisfyingly, the troll's head rolls backwards with a sickening 'crack' and 'pop' rupturing through the air to fill the
20:51:56 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: other's senses. The troll then staggered back a step as it recomposed itself, rocking his head forward back into place as he wheezed a pained grunt breathing through that hanging jaw of the mask.
20:52:54 [Jäbjek-WyrmrestAccord]: As Witchman recovers from the first blow a second fist whistles through the air, aimed right for the gut.
20:57:39 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: Gwenaël tries to tuck herself between them after the second blow, her brands glowing a bright white as her voice raises in the same cosmic boom Jabjek will recognize. "Stop this, now! What are you -doing-? How far have you -fallen-?"
20:57:46 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: The Druid's fist would strike true, though going a bit high just enough to clip the bottom of the cryptic troll's ribcage. An audible snap could even be heard as that bottom rack of ribs were broken through, the Zandalari doubling over a bit. His
20:57:46 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: bloodied, bandaged hands sliding down the fronts of his thighs to steady himself as he sharp breath was taken in shakily.
20:59:51 [Jäbjek-WyrmrestAccord]: Jabjek doesn't relent his assault. The second Witchman doubles over Jek reacehs for his head and tries to bring it to his knee while bringing his knee up to meet his face.
21:03:31 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: "I said -stop it- Jabjek!" she booms, her voice growing beyond what her tiny body is normally capable of as she glows brighter, pushing at Jabjek to keep him from being able to make contact with the Witchman. "You are acting like a fool!"
21:05:18 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: ( gwen does a edgy car hood slide off jek instead of blocking him )
21:05:24 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: The Zandalari wasn't going to resist, but as the Elf went to shove the man back the troll would begin to backpeddle a few steps to create a bit of distance between them and itself. The troll turned it's head and spat, black blood flying out from the mouth
21:05:25 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: of the mask. "You are done, yes? We need this flesh intact or we shall act." His voice was more hoarse and rasped than usual, somewhat nasaly as maybe his nose might've been broken beneath that mask.
21:12:37 [Jäbjek-WyrmrestAccord]: Jek finally speaks to his wife. "I LOOKED YOU RIGHT IN DA FACE AN TOL' YOU WHAT 'E WANTED. YA IGNORED ME. YA DIN TRUST ME. I promised ya -I- would 'elp ya. I promised ya I was gonna take caea a ya till de dey I die. I wen' as far as abandonin Krag'wa ta
21:12:37 [Jäbjek-WyrmrestAccord]: make a deal wit Bwonsamdi so I could make good on ma promise. -I- was de one who 'elped ya wit' Nahlarny. -I- was de one who 'elped ya wit erryin else and -you- couldn' een trus me when I tell ya ma gut feelin." His tone drops and his rage seems to
21:12:37 [Jäbjek-WyrmrestAccord]: subside for the most part. "I love you an now I not be shua ya feel de same wey..." The tone in his voice now is pain. Sadness. Devastation.
21:17:36 Overlord Natoj yells: NEFARIAN BE SLAIN! People of Orgrimmar, bow down before da might of Alríc and his allies for dey have laid a mighty blow against da Black Dragonflight !
21:17:44 Overlord Natoj yells: Be lifted by Alríc's accomplishment! Revel in his rallying cry!
21:18:18 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: Staring at him for a moment after he stops speaking, she shakes her head, growling as she takes a step backwards solely to keep herself from acting the way he has been and trying to sail a punch up at him. "And -I- told you that I would handle it. I »
21:18:18 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: » don't know what you're expecting me to say." Her voice has leveled, returned to her own as the glow fades and she becomes herself. "If you're threatened by help you can't provide yourself that could be monumental to what I need, then it's you who »
21:18:18 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: » doesn't trust me. I told you what happened. Right after it happened. Just like I did with Zenzul." She balls her fists up, stepping back more towards the Witchman.
21:20:01 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: Had reached up with both hands, he was manipulating his head from left to right to crack his neck and set things straight for the moment. He breathed out a sharp sigh as he lowered his blood-stained hands. "We must see this through now, there is no
21:20:01 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: turning back. The pact is made. The price set, and it shall be paid by one or another." He rasped.
21:24:23 [Jäbjek-WyrmrestAccord]: Jek ignores everything said by the other troll. His gaze still fixated on Gwen. "Ya din een axe me if I could 'elp ya. I made a deal wit de Loa of de dead. If it was Yelle ya wanned ta speak wit I coulda made it 'appen. I not be 'urt about what 'e did
21:24:23 [Jäbjek-WyrmrestAccord]: ta you. I'm 'urt dat ya din een gimmie a chance. I'm mad dat ya jumped at de firs' chance foa someone else ta 'elp ya instead a givin me a chance." Even with his mask on, not being able to see his face, it is clear that there are tears streaming down
21:24:23 [Jäbjek-WyrmrestAccord]: his face. "Am I not good enuff fa you aneymoa?"
21:30:08 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: Her face scrunches and she reaches back to point up at the Witchman. "I was -trying- not to burden you with everything. Do things for myself so you could focus on what you wanted and needed to do. I'm a grown ass woman, Jabjek. And I told you before »
21:30:08 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: » that I don't want to rely on one man anymore. Never again." Despite her hoarse tone and the bite she puts to every word to cover her own hurt, gold wells in her eyes, too. She steps back more, standing directly beside the Witchman with her arm »
21:30:08 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: » brushing his hand. "I told you several times before I made the pact what I was doing. If it bothered you before, you should have said so. Now, it's too late. It cannot be undone, and it cannot be ignored." She looks up at the Witchman, turning her »
21:30:08 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: » body towards him. "We should go. I can fix your face."
21:32:53 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: The Zandalari canted it's head, turning the boney visage down toward's the woman as he stared at her in silence, as if questioning she really wanted to go. Eventually the troll unwound the bandages on his hand here, drawing his dagger slowly from his
21:32:53 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: belt. He carved into his palm to tear open a seam in his flesh to let his blood bubble forth and he began drawing the rune around the floor. This'll take a minute.
21:41:17 [Jäbjek-WyrmrestAccord]: He drops his gaze to the ground. "Ya right. Ya right bout all a it. It not be faia a me ta wan ya fa maself. It not faia a me ta wan ta be ya -onleh- source a 'elp. I fucked up. Big. Biggah den I evah 'ave." He looks back to her, pulling the helmet from
21:41:17 [Jäbjek-WyrmrestAccord]: his head as he does. "I love you an I onleh wanna 'elp. If dat means takin a step back an jus' bein dere when ya come 'ome... I can do dat." He pauses for what feels like an eternity. "So long as ya come 'ome, -im cyaa-."
21:45:14 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: She doesn't look away from the Witchman until Jabjek finishes, and even then, her own anger at his selfishness bubbles too close to the surface for anything he says to mean anything to her. "You stepped way too close to the line of being the start of »
21:45:14 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: » Yelle. I... Can't go back with you. Not now. I'm not going to let myself be fooled by a quick apology that could mean nothing this time around." Her attention returns to the revanant drawing in blood near her feet, her fingers clutching at her dress »
21:45:14 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: » as she glances back at Jabjek. "Don't wait up."
21:48:17 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: The Witchman continued to diligently work, finishing the circle and drawing the appropriate geometric shapes within to complete the runework. He breathed out sharply and gave a nod as he stood up straight, rocking his head to the right once more to earn a
21:48:17 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: loud crack as there was definitely a crick in there now. "It is ready, we go." He rasped.
21:49:52 [Jäbjek-WyrmrestAccord]: Hangs his head, defeated, deflated and broken. "Dere is nuttin I can sey ta fix what I've done. Dere be no moa foa me ta sey oddah den I'm sorreh..."
21:52:11 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: Her head shakes at Jabjek once more. "If I forgive you, it won't be until tomorrow." She looks back up to Witchman and nods. "I'm ready."
21:52:37 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: The pair are slorped away by the twisted blood magic. Boop boop.
21:59:28 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: The pair would find themselves back underneath that strange, ritual tree once more. The ground level of it had been cleared out, the crates, the altars, cauldrons and sacks have been pushed aside as it seems the Witchman had rested here the night before
21:59:28 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: as a pile of furs littered the area. He stepped outside of the ritual ring and went over to a small container, kneeling before it he undid the locks and pulled forth the bracer in question of the letter, the letter itself in the box still as he moved over
21:59:28 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: to her, offering it to her. "As you asked." He paused for a moment in silence. "You are well?"
22:02:28 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: She steps out of the circle, but remains just on the edge of it, not sure where things are and not really wishing to end the night by slamming her face into the ground because she tripped over something. As the bracelet is handed to her, she takes it, »
22:02:28 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: » slipping it onto her wrist without a second thought. "Nothing I won't get over." It's said with such certainty that she almost believes it herself, her hands going upwards towards him. "Let me see what he did. I can heal you up, if you need it."
22:05:01 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: The troll leaned down to her as she reached up to him. "Flesh and bone we may mend easily, painfully though." He rasped as he collected his mask and slipped it off. His pale face was drenched in black blood, the stark contrast everpresent as his nose was
22:05:01 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: mangled. "We are well, for it is just flesh."
22:07:51 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: Frowning, she can see the break in his outline, where there are wounds to the flesh and bone beneath. "It will not hurt if I do it," she faintly smiles, her voice softening as she pushes the previous events out of her head and tries to focus on this. »
22:07:51 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: » "If you want me too, anyway. This is... My fault, after all."
22:09:12 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: The troll began to unwind the bloodied bandages from his other hand, letting the fabric hang loosely form his wrists as he looked at her. He leaned down to be level with her own face. "My face you may repair if you so wish, little Doe. It is not your
22:09:12 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: fault at all." He said with a nod as he reached towards the chest of his robes, pulling them apart.
22:12:22 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: "It is, though." Her head shakes, her hands beginning to glow a faint misty green as she cups his cheeks in either of her palms. "I shouldn't have asked what I did last night. I knew he was worried about the possibility of us..." Her head shakes again, »
22:12:22 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: » and as the misty glow extends from her palms to his flesh, he'll feel cool, breeze kisses of mending across his flesh. "I opened a door that was shut, then I told him about it. I didn't think he'd attack you like that, though."
22:16:18 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: The troll breathed out a content sigh at the rather pleasant form of healing, far different than what he was about to do to his broken ribs. His eyes closed as he listened to the Elf. "So the door lays open, where shall it lead?" He inquired as he exposed
22:16:18 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: his chest, again pale as the rest of him. She could then maybe see as he pressed his fingers against the bottom of his ribcage agaist the skin, then, as if he found some seam----or wove one into the fabric of his flesh---his fingers slipped inside of
22:16:18 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: himself with a squelch. His face contorted in pain as he grabbed his ribs, and as if one would shape clay, began to massage and knead it into proper shape. "Pain. A cycle of life we endure, feel no ill for what has happened to us."
22:21:30 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: Her hands remain on his face until he begins to dig into his chest, her expression remaining the same as she looks down at what his hand is doing. To her, she only hears the squishing and horrifying noises, sees his hand dip into his outline. As he »
22:21:30 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: » bends himself back into shape, her hands continue to glow, drifting down his chest to what is level with her face. "The door remains open. It is... Up to someone to decide whether or not to close it again, or walk through to the other side." Her »
22:21:30 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: » head shakes slightly. "I will always feel bad about this. This was not meant to happen, and I could have prevented it."
22:26:54 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: The troll breathed out a sigh as he closed his robes, looking down at her. His milky-white eyes seem to be able to track and lock eyes with her own. "So it has happened, little Doe." He reached up to cup the Elf's cheek. "We have shown what we want, what
22:26:54 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: is it you want now. For once it is now you to reach out and take." He mused, that rasp still rattling in his throat as he spoke to the tiny ass Elf.
22:33:51 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: Her hands withdraw, retracting into herself as she looks to the ground. "I still want to, very much so. But I don't know if now would be... Right." At least, the first thing that came to mind wouldn't be right, not that anything she wants -is- right. »
22:33:51 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: » She looks up at him again, closing the gap between them and letting her hands rest on his thighs since that's where she can reach after a quick Google check. "I can't walk through a door that's more of a really high up window."
22:37:23 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: The troll peered down at her, of course he was twice the size of the woman. With a grunt rattling out of his core he slowly descended to be level with the woman, at least face to face with her. He actually let a small smile crack onto his darkened lips at
22:37:23 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: that high window bit as he reached out, running his fingers through her hair to push some of her locks behind her ear. He leaned into the Elf now and planted a kiss onto her lips, it was brief whether she reciprocated or not he leaned back but a mere inch
22:37:23 [Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord]: after that. "Time is what we have."
22:43:16 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: As he descends, her hands shift from what she could previously reach to his chest. She doesn't resist him, nor does she stiffen this time. Rather, she leans a bit into it before he pulls back again. "Time. I don't think I need much of that." Her hand »
22:43:16 [Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord]: » cups his chin, guiding him to return to her as she leans a bit forward herself to kiss him again, soft and plush.