Ryleen of the Heritage of Zandalar assasinated?

RP event that happened today:

read it with the music https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2dyN5A12js

"Oh power.. sweet power.. How I love it..

Arcane, fel, elemental, shadow, light... I dont care.. I wanted to consume it all.. Which is why, you are dead today... my love.. because of me.."

The Demon Hunter was playing with arcane and fel energy in the air. Streams of energies was floating infront of his eyes and he was mesmerized. He woke up from his trance once he heard the light steps of the Troll Warlady aproaching him. It was the middle of the night in Duskwood and the Warlady Ryleen had a meeting with Seidra of the Scarlet Moon. It was taking place in the Church of Shadows, a rundown place which looked like it was haunted. Seidra turned his attention to the fairly attractive troll woman and bowed infront of her

"Welcome mylady.."
Ryleen answered teh gesture with a curtsie
"This is a rather suspicious looking place for a meeting Seidra.."
The Swordhunter smiled softly
"I am sorry but I think this is one of the last places that remains hidden from most of my enemies eyes.."
The troll lady was examining the place, her purple dress was almost shining because of the darkness that filled the cursed building.
"I think you wish me to come to the point now that you are here.. I am willing to aid you in the war against the House of Sylvannas."
Ryleen raised an eyebrow
"Why would you want to fight against the House?"
Seidra grinned to the question behind his mask
"I believe the house is a disease and the control of the Forsaken on the Blood Elves is disgusting.. I have greater plans for the Blood Elves and the Forsaken have no place in it.Besides im the enemy of them.. I have committed acts that I dont think they have forgotten.."
Ryleen looked with confused eyes to the blood elf and Seidra continued
"I have kidnapped Lady Desdimone, placed my cursed marks on a few core members,injured a few officers, caused one commanding officer to leave them.. not to mention the secrets I stole from the Apothecarium.. I am their natural enemy, even if they wont admit it"
At this point both of them laughed.The Troll lady grinned
"Well it seems that you had done everything what I am nowadays doing, In exchange what will you give us?"
At this point the Elf and the Troll lady talked about the manabombs Seidra was creating, which ended in Seidra giving a bomb as a present to the Ryleen. While looking at the bomb Ryleen asked
"what do you want from us than?"
The face of the swordhunter darkened
"In exchange I wish to talk with Lady Desdimone the living saint of the Forsaken in private.. I know she is in custody"
Ryleen got alittle more serious upon this request.
"Why would you do that. What is the reason?"
Seidra took off his mask and motioned the Warlady to follow

more on the way, writign now

Ryleen was looking at a massive black coffin made of stone, it was covered in green runes and it was dirty to say the least. The Swordhunter moved to top of it and revealed what is inside. A redhead blood elven girl was inside the coffin, she had a serious look to her. Her face was far from peacefull, she looked like as she had suffered alot in her last days.
"Tsi Bloodsong of the Ashen Order" spoke the swordhunter " She must be brought back.. immediately, even as we speak I feel her spirit leavin this body.."
Ryleen looked gave Seidra a confused look
"What would you hope from Desdimone to do about it?"
As Seidra spoke he softly caressed the face of the elven girl
"She is light and shadow incarnate, non of you knows what amazing power is within her... She is not in custody.. She is there because she chooses it to be..She and your Loa are the options to bring her back"
Ryleen shook her head
"No Seidra.. She is dead, her spirits rest whicever god accepts you blood elves.. Forget about it. Besides you can not see Desdimone, you will have to meet her when we hand her over to the House"
"As if the House will let me.." thought Seidra scornfully.
"She will live, she will not remain dead.. There are many examples to bring back people!"
Ryleen talked now with a soft understanding voice, it was feeling sad because of the grieving elf
"Seidra, it is part of life to lose someone it is a cycle... Remember her and be happy that she rests in peace"
The swordhunter looked at a black snake on the floor and his face darkened. He looked again to the troll lady and talked with a broke voice
"Very well than.. safe travels Ryleen..."

more coming..

There is no time... there is just no time.. I can not let this happen, she will die .. I must risk now..

everything..

Seidra looked to Ryleen, she was slowly walking to the exit of the Church. Before the swordhunter even knew it he threw a dagger to the troll woman with mad laughter
"As if I will let you go!"
The knife hit Ryleen from the back wounding her, it was not a fatal wound but still of a serious degree. The troll lady gathered her force and created and fiery barrier around her. She scornfully looked at Seidra and unleashed flames of hell upon the place of the demon hunter. Seidra gave Ryleen a pained looked just before he vanished into thin air.
Daggers were flying from every place and Ryleen was holding them off with arcane blasts when she suddenly created mirror images of herself. This time Seidra was defending. a number of images attacked the blood elf with weaker fireballs while Ryleen and 2 of the clones helped her conjure a greater flameball. Seidra was cutting through the images destroying them wholly so he could reach the troll. However he was late, Ryleen released the immense fireball on Seidra and a big explosion of fire filled the church of Shadows. The building was on fire and the place where Seidra stood was completely consumed by fire

"So she is not holding back is she.. I can not kill her, I must kidnap her. Than I can trade her against Desdimone.. But I can at least release some of the shadow.."

Suddenly the fire storm commencing in the middle of the church dissolved in the air and Seidra was standing in the middle of the scorched circle covered in shadows. For a blink of a second he was there and than he vanished in the air, stepped through the shadows and he was suddenly behind Ryleen ready to pierce her.
"Surrender allready, Dont make this harder!!!"
The Troll lady gave Seidra an angry look and covered herself with arcane blasts sending the Seidra backwards.
"She is going all out, maybe I should release alittle of my power.. maybe a single rune.." thought Seidra as his hand went up to his chest but he suddenly stopped..
"No I must save my powers.. " As he was thinking Ryleen created a fire shield around her and attacked Seidra with melee, attempting to touch his face and burn her enemy. Seidras armor was allready cracked and burnt and his face was damaged pretty badly as well. In fact the swordhunter was not sure if his left eye was still intact or not. Realising that this could be the end of his Seidra jumped aside and runned to the coffin to activate a rune
"I see.. She wont surrender, I must get Tsi to safety.."
When the rune was activated the coffin shook alittle and stayed quiet. Meanwhile Ryleen was upon Seidra and her hands were about to touch his face. The swordhunter kicked the troll and she nearly fell on her knee but not before landing a hit on Seidras face. The Swordhunter disregarded the pain and sprinted away from Ryleen dropping two manabombs to the floor. He barely managed to throw himself out of the church when they went off..

The denizens of Duskwood woke up in fear because of the horrifying sound the mana boms did. The whole church was completely destroyed and everything around it was burning.. The events that occured there would be known to no one..


finished.. Anyone may jump in to the story , so if u got ideas do so

Nice little story! I would love to join, but I'm not really the person to enter the P&P RP with.

Oh noes , is ryleen dead or presumed dead?

I saw her wounded yet alive yesterday in Booty Bay, she ain't easy to be keel hauled believe me!

*angry muttering in zandali* Why does everyone keep calling me "warlady"? Sounds ridiculous...


Ry's side of the story will be coming soon.

Ryleen made her way over the old graveyard towards the abandoned church. It was dark, but her fire servant spread enough light to keep her from stumbling. It felt strange to meet this close to human lands, but she wasn't worried. Had she been, she wouldn't have come alone. She was curious, however. The letter she recieved from Seidra claimed he had a way to end the conflict with the House, and in exchange all he asked was to meet Desdimone. It sounded far too good to be true.

She entered the ancient building and greeted the elf. When she learned that he was in conflict with the House himself, she understood more of why he would be interested in helping them. Then he handed her the manabomb, and proudly explained that a fully charged one could be capable of obliterating all of Undercity, but that these ones were limited, probably not stronger than destroying a building or two. So that was his "solution" to the conflict, to kill them all. She tried to explain to him that he had misunderstood their goals in this, that they had no wish of wiping out the entire House.

Perhaps that wasn't entirely true... She knew several of her people couldn't be happier than at the thought of killing every single member of the House. But she tried to look at the larger picture. Killing them all would bring nothing good to the Heritage, nothing but new wars with other enemies. No, defeating the House was better. And having them know it, remember it... That was what they would benefit the most from. She gave the bomb back to the elf.

Then she followed him to the coffin, where he showed her the dead girl and explained what it was he wanted from Desdimone, or the troll gods, should that be a possibility.

And she refused.

It wasn't that she didn't understand him. She knew little of his relationship with the girl, but his willingness to go to these lengths in order to try to bring her back said enough. She could understand that, understand his pain. But this wasn't the answer, wasn't an option.

She tried to explain to him, that the girl's spirit had moved on, that it deserved it's rest, that it shouldn't.. no, couldn't, be brought back. But he refused to listen, and again asked to be allowed to meet with Desdimone. And again she turned him down. She told him that it seemed that they wouldn't be able to help eachother tonight, and that he could see Desdimone once she was no longer in the custody of the Heritage, and then she turned to leave.

She had crossed about half the room when she felt something hit her in the back. Her armour protected her from harm this time, but she could easily realise that it was a weapon he had thrown at her. Immediately, she felt angry. Almost without asking, the flames came to her, engulfing her hands as she spun around to counterattack.

They came so easily to her nowadays...

Always there, at the outskirts of her mind, begging to be called upon, tempting her to use their power to get rid of her problems.

It was such an easy solution. Just burn whatever annoys you to ashes, and then all will be fine.

Usually, she had the strength to reason herself out of that, to realise that it wasn't a solution at all. But not tonight. She had been forced to use her magic too much lately, each time it came to her faster and more easily, each time it was a little bit harder to hold back, to choose not to use it.

But she had no reason to hold back now. This was perfect. Before her wasn't just the elf anymore, but all her frustration and fears, everything that had been tearing her apart for the past few weeks. And this time, there was no one here to stop her.

Nor to save her.

She didn't think of that though. There was no fear, only anger. She fought the elf almost without thought, reacting instinctively and leaving herself in the capable hands of the magic surging through her body. She felt brief stings of pain and realised she had been cut by the daggers he threw. But it wouldn't kill her. Physical pain was temporary, half of these cuts would be healed by tomorrow.

Most of the fight was a blur of arcane flames. Then she was suddenly close to him, unlike before when she stayed at a safe distance. So close... She reached out her hands, wanting to feel him as she ended his life, as she burned the breath out of him.

And then he kicked her.

She stumbled backwards, her lungs suddenly void of air. She fell to one knee, and realised with painful clarity what a mistake she just had made.

Suddenly a memory of an evening almost a year before came to her.

Alone, bleeding and defenseless. The Barrens sun was setting and the ground under her was still warm, a sharp contrast to the foot long pikes of ice that literally pinned her to the ground. This time the enemy was not an armoured elf, but a forsaken. The stench of his undeath filled her nose, and all she could hear was his laughter. But she wouldn't let him defeat her! She was stronger than that. He didn't deserve that victory. Without knowing from where she got the strength, she summoned her flames and hit him right in the face, catching him off guard as he had considered her defenseless.

And she had won that time, she had survived... And weeks later, she had caught up with the forsaken again, and finally seen him lie dead before her feet.

This was the same, in many ways.

She was alone, no one would step in and save her.

She was at a disadvantage, practically kneeling in front of Seidra.

And just like that time, she wouldn't let him win.

Ignoring the burning of her lungs as she struggled to draw breath again, she got to her feet and was ready to strike at him again.

But what she saw was him running away as fast as he could. For half a second, she was confused.

Then she saw the bombs by her feet.

She reacted instinctively, training kicking in to save her before she had the chance to even consider her options. The two feet thick ice surrounded her completely just in time before the bombs exploded. It was so cold that it felt like it burnt her skin rather than chilled.

She hated ice, both being near it and having to conjure it. But flames wouldn't have saved her here.

Her vision was distorted through the ice, but she could feel the block shaking, and the dark shapes of logs and roof tiles piling up above and around her. The ice cracked in several places from the impacts, but held strong enough to keep her safe.

Soon, she was trembling from the effort of upholding the ice block, it was more difficult than she remembered it. As soon as she could no longer hear the sound of falling debris, she let it go.

She was lucky. Two heavy beams had fallen over her, but were now supported by the surrounding rubble, prevented from falling down to crush her as the ice vanished. She started pushing at the smaller pieces and climbed out of the debris, ignoring that sharp shards and splinters scratched her skin to the point of bleeding.

She couldn't see very far when she got out, the amount of dust and dirt in the air was incredible, thicker than any fog. She considered hunting after the elf. She considered several creative ways of thanking him for collapsing a building over her... Most of them were violent, and very tempting.

But she felt that she was bleeding, and she couldn't know if he had run ahead to plant another trap. Instead she picked her Hearthstone from her bag and activated it, escaping to the relative safety of her home in Booty Bay.

excellent stuff guys. Poor Ryleen...i fear she's on the edge of snapping and its going to be messy for a lot of people if she does...

yay, she ins't dead, now go kill some elfies and undead



(btw, why has my avatar disapeared?)

(( nice stuff ))

Vypra wrote:

excellent stuff guys. Poor Ryleen...i fear she's on the edge of snapping and its going to be messy for a lot of people if she does...

That's quite possible...