#Megahes Frostbite

[frostahesmegabite]

Fel’ling on Hard Times

Mina’jari and Megahes were spending the evening in the Engineering Bay and had been for several days past now. Their work being one of personal desire for Mina and it being on Mega wanted to make sure worked appropriately as opposed to the ‘Junk-tech’ that her original design was based off of. The design in question was a Hover Disc, one created out of Anti-Grav units that had been salvaged from gold-knows-where. Mega was impressed to say the least, but the materials used were, well, certainly not up to his standards and that precisely was why the two of them were in the Bay working on it together. How could he call himself a proper step parent if he didn’t help show her how to construct a proper Hover Disc?! It was with that parental concern and craftsman-like desire to make a better, safer, product for his kid that drove him to bringing her into the shop for days until it was completed proper and when the time came. Mina and Mega took the Disc out to the Deck that looked out over the eastern shore of Bilgewater Harbor, the various Seals and Makura Crabs that were all over the sand, as well as some of the Sea Mines that bobbed this way and that on the surface of the water as well. The moment of truth came and Mina climbs up onto the Disc and flipped the ignition switch with her toes, causing the Anti-Grab units to thrum to life with a bright blue light which bolted her about a foot and a half off the ground, nearly costing her balance before she recovers and grins wide. With some twists and turns of her feet and ankles, checking to make sure the units responded to her twists and turns she looked up and was gone! Inches turned to feet and feet into meters and so forth. Up and up she went until she turned and raced off to swing around the massive Harbor Cannon that was always pointed at Stormwind but never once used. The winds lashed at her face, forcing her to pull down her goggles to protect her eyes so she could actually see at the velocity’s she was travelling. Homes, shops, piers and docks, boats, yards and sand whirred below and behind her as she went, closing in down just over a few roofs before blasting past. How much time had passed by the time she realized she should have come back? An hour perhaps? More or Less? The sun had started to fall, she knew that, but where was it at before she jumped on? No idea to know now, excitement dictated her forgetting that notion entirely. She turned her way back, heading for the FBC Machine Shop where she had left Mega behind to take her joy ride. It was her return that made time slow as she got closer to the deck she’d launched from earlier. Fel-fire burned on the launch pad and several other Goblins could be seen fighting the flames. “Baba…”                                                           ***** Megahes smiled, hand raised to watch Mina take off on her Hover Disc. He’d have warned her to take it easy, but what can you say to a kid that’s been raised by people like Naturasu and Megahes that managed to make her own Hover Disc as a teenager? Not a whole hell of a lot really. There was no need to waste the words, he knew her excitement. The excitement for the moment though was cut short as a slow clap suddenly begins behind him, causing him to exhale out before turning around to see who was there. Was it the sight of the Illidari that fell upon him first or was it the scent of Fel on the wind that greeted his nostrils that told him what this person was first? A combination maybe? But this Elf standing before him wasn’t one he’d seen in years. “Sanelastus. Didn’t expect to see you around again after your Brother and Us squashed the less stable of you three. What brings you back around these parts? The Illidari in need of some help with some kind of Demonic Tech or something?” The massive Illidari towered even above his Paladin Brother, Ammaelin, in stature thanks in part to the fel energies that surely coursed through his body… surely the demonic manifestations and mutations did their bits to help that in kind. The golden howling mask blocking his facial features as mana-eater like tendrils hung from his head in place of what had once been hair gave off a wonderfully ‘eerie’ vibe, as Mega figured was probably intended. “No, no.” His voice rang deep and rough, almost like sand paper up the back of his neck. “I’ve come in regards to a prisoner that escaped the Violet Hold some time ago. I know the Kirin Tor dispatched warnings across the world in an effort to keep an eye out and unfortunately, nothing has come of it, so I’ve been reduced to playing detective due to the prisoners innate magical prowess.” His tendrils quivered like a rattle snake in agitation to this announcement. “Okay, so, then ya here wonderin if my folks’ve seen him then or if we’ve had any run ins or…?” In the blink of an eye, Mega was charged and hoisted into the air. Arms jerked straight out to his sides with his hands being squeezed to the point of being crushed. “Hey you fucker, get off’a me!” The goblin screamed out but before he could usher much more, a tendril of Sanelastus’ hair snapped forward, exposing a small mouth like opening that clamped onto his throat before another snapped to his head and into his ear. The two of them immediately began to syphon off the Goblins magic, starting to drain him as he struggled for air. “No, nothing like that I’m afraid… I am sorry about this. Believe me, but this is your fault in the end. If you had taken me up on my offer years ago to cleanse what my brother had done to you, you wouldn’t need to concern yourself with who’s coming for you.” Mega’s eyes perhaps said everything he needed to say. “Krownos…” Mega’s leg comes up and his foot catches the Illidari firmly in the jaw, making his head jerk as the mask flew free and to the ground. Bone and empty eye sockets burning with fel-flame, no lips, teeth meant to tear flesh from bone adorned the one time elf. “Krownos Bloodcrest, Patriarch of the Bloodcrest Family Blood line. Power hungry father to us all.” Mega’s eyes go wide as the mana being drained continued to wear him thin. Exhaustion was beginning to hit and his ability to stay conscious was dwindling. Was this man, the one who came to his home and had been visiting him in his dreams, going to come after him as some sort of act of revenge? He wasn’t going to get his answers, at least not now. “The only thing that’s going to save you at this point, is hoping this does the trick.” The elf’s empty sockets flicker and dim as if sympathy somehow comes to bare. “I am sorry it’s come to this.” Before Mega could do a thing, the Illidari’s eyes erupt with a beam of pure fel energy and bore straight into the Light-Forged metal engraved into his chest. The metal flared with the power of the Light, fighting back as the skin around it began to blister and boil. Despite his earlier exhaustion, Megahes screamed out in pain to the point his voice gave. The metal gave and began to melt, dribbling down his body to create even worse burns. Its breaking caused an inner black ichor to try to wrench itself free only to get met with Fel flame as well. Its ooze-like form quivering and writhing as it tried to get away. It sizzled and popped and one might swear that it even screamed and squealed in pain as it too was burned out of Megahes. By the time Sanelastus was done, Megahes had passed out from the strain and pain, going limp in the Illidari’s hands. Sanelastus turned his head causing the Rays of fel to burn into the steel flooring before he dropped the goblin to the ground and used his hand to cover his sockets, ending the onslaught. His body had swollen and pulsed, fed and full from the Goblins mana. An Illidari portal opens, fel-fire erupting across the deck as Sanelastus makes for it while a crew of Goblins begin shooting and cursing as an alarm klaxon blares. He had spent to much time here and someone had seen. But he’d accomplished what he needed to have done. “I am sorry Frostbite, but at least now when Krownos comes for you, this makes sure that he stays dead.”

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CCM - 11th January

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[frostbitecontingent]

The Menagerie Market was a Success!

Tonight was amazing at the @menagerieboutique ! We had a blast seeing everyone who came out and thank you to all of you who stopped in to shop with us! This was our first official event after our reopening, so you made it a good one! Big huge credit to Attzi Gearburst ( @attzi-gearburst​ !) who just joined up with us and jumped right in! Plus a huge shoutout to Naturasu and Burnie Shardscrew who came to help out and make sure customers got all their stuff and make a bunch of sales! It was a great time! A photo to commemorate the crew!

[frostahesmegabite]

A Rude Awakening

A Rude Awakening Darkness. Exhausted Sleep. A sudden eruption sends people flying and screaming in shock, surprise, and pain. It’s here that Megahes wakes up, tumbling through the air just to come crashing down into a cot that had been next to his own. Stunned, the Goblin pushes himself up onto his hands just to catch the magnesium-like green glow of Fel Fire as a massive Infernal pulls itself up from the crater its landing created. The felslate head turns and rolls up into place only to become illuminated like a Jack’o’Lantern before it begins to bound forward towards another tent. The fuzziness comes to Mega’s mind as he stands, teetering for a moment as he acquires his bearings. A moment of vertigo mixed with Deja’vu as he grabbed his head before shaking it. Why did this feel so familiar? He looks about, eyes falling on Guards and Mages of all sorts and walks of life fighting in pockets to fight off Mana Eaters and Infernals both. Felslate bodies erupted like grenades and bombs showering the ground with their debris before others took their place. Other less successful groups begin to collapse as others try to band together before massive stone hands, fel fire, or wild hounds begin tearing through them. The smell of blood iron and hard sulfur fills the air, causing Mega to realize where he is. The Legion Invasion.

Confusion hit him and then panic. Did something happen? How did he end up here again? What was this? And here, just like last time, a Fel Hunter turned towards him after feasting on the fresh corpse of a once non-crushed mage. Bernard Pelzer, he had been the human who was bunking beside Mega originally. Kirin Tor mage… well, formerly, now. The Hunter hunches down, growling as it begins to crawl towards its intended gob-sized meal. Mana Stalks begin to twist and turn from the cords of ‘hair’ that hung from the back of its head as it prepared for whatever spell might have come from Mega in an effort to defend himself. Panic. He forgot how this felt, how all of this felt. Like reflex, he begins to channel up magic but in a quick effort, twists his intended target from the Hound to the ground below it. An accidental trick he learned from a tournament years back, ice and stone mixed erupt from the ground, slamming into its underside, giving Megahes time to take off running like a bat out of hell in an effort to escape. But… where to go? He could hear it behind him, chomping at his heels and growling as he’d dip or dive through bunks or various debris and that’s when he saw it, a group of Mages who weren’t only fighting back but were creating an effective barrier to keep the enemy at bay as they kept up portals for evacuation. Mega could hear his heart pounding in his ears at this point. How long had he been running? How far had he ran? His legs pumped so hard to the point that he couldn’t even feel his feet hitting the ground. He had to make it. He knew he’d make it. He’d done this before, he knew how this dream panned out.

Closer and closer, he jumps, reaching for the hand of another mage who held out his own in an effort to catch Mega and drag him into their Mage Circle. -WHAM- A force strikes Mega from the side, sending him flying away from the hand and group only to roll and tumble across hard-packed earth and debris. His vision spiraled and he struggled to understand what was going on before he could get himself straight, he was pounced on by the Fel-Hunter. His hands came up, fighting and grabbing hold of the creature's lower jaw and pushing up and away in an effort to keep it from coming down on him, ending everything. This wasn’t right! This isn’t how it happened! Mega’s skin went cold and time seemed to slow for both him and the abomination on top of him. Thick globs of spit fly about, coating Mega as thick bone-plated jaws snap inches away from his face just before Mana Stalks curl about and begin to eat away at his reserve and life force. He could feel himself weakening in slow time and the more he fought, the worse it got. Why was this happening? Thick claws curl and Mega feels his ribs snap and break, causing him to scream out in pain. With one last push, he shoves the Fel Hound as hard as he can into the air. Its body twists and before Mega can react the beast’s teeth and claws begin to tear into his torso once more. Megahes screams out, hands going to his chest and stomach as he sits up. Priests, exhausted from their effort. Medical equipment around the room. Sweat covered his body and that’s when he saw it. His hands clawed at the black, charred flesh around the edges. Where was the Lightforged Metal that was supposed to be over his heart and glowing with intent? Then it hit him. The ambush. Sanelastus attacked him, speaking about how sorry he was. How it had to be done and… No. Surely he was misremembering things. A thick black sentient-like ooze screeched and tried to come crawling out of his body as Sanelastus broke through the metal prison that was keeping The Defiler’s curse suppressed. In a blink, he watched as the Fel Beam bore into his chest and vaporized that -thing-. The shock finally drained from the revelation and nightmare. Adrenaline began to wear off and the pain came rushing back in full force. His vision began to darken and he fell back in bed. The priests came back to try to calm him with soothing healing magics too. Worse and worse, his vision continues to darken as he either begins to pass out or magical sleep starts to take him. Naturasu, Kuphu and Svella too? How bad were things really? No answers came, only sleep and the sound of an Infernal crashing into the ground beside of his bunk…

[frostahesmegabite]

The Righteous Cometh

The Righteous Cometh The Sanctum of Light. The Order Hall for Paladins during the return of the Burning Legion and their assault across all of Azeroth and the near destruction of it. It’s here that Ammaelin finds himself kneeling in front of the Altar of Ancient Kings. Today’s visit was not one of righteous piety or humble practice. Ammaelin never was one for that truth to be told and there were many around him who prayed for answers, and sought guidance on a spiritual level as if the Light spoke to them. He hated them for it.

Just the notion of it all made bile climb to the back of his throat from the disgust. Lowly things. Sure, they had their uses just as all people did and some of them were quite efficient in their use of the Light, dolling out what they believed was its will. He missed the naivety of such notions but ages coming taught him better, Politics and Bureaucrats taught him better than that. No, he was here today not to seek guidance but to heal and recharge that which had been taken from him just the night before and the days before that. His physician had no answer to what pain he was feeling in his chest; somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew where it came from. Somehow, someway, Megahes and Dinthoqaf were at the center of it. His forearms lacked their bracers and his gauntlets were gone. Instead, bandages bloody and soiled were wrapped about them. His ‘present’ from his brother, given by his Troll Lackey and a reminder to stay out of the way. Megahes must have been under attack or fighting someone or some things to cause this sort of pain. His hands had erupted in flames and the Light, he could feel energy burning through them despite his own inaction. He’d woken from a sound sleep to come into such pain. Megahes had to be the link to that pain and what he’d felt in his chest just days before. The sudden hit it’d caused came during a meeting with architects to work on expanding and rebuilding his family home and it’d hit him so hard he could have sworn an Orc had drop-kicked him square in the sternum. The unseen assault drew that day to a close and several days later as no medical scrutiny came up with answers… But Ammaelin knew. The time now passed on being doted on by physicians and priests. He was here, in this Holy Place, looking for evidence to reinforce his belief on the who’s and why’s but no one here could provide that. No one here even had an idea as to what he was talking about. What he explained should have been impossible, especially from such a difference. All they could offer up was that it must have been some form of Dark Power at work. The look on their faces in shock and awe as he quite literally barked a ‘No Shit’ at them would be enough to keep him smiling for the next decade. Exposed fingers now reach for and run across the length of Blessed Steel and Lightforged Iron, his sword, basking in the radiance warmth of this place as the Light came pouring through windows that did not lead to a beautiful sky above. No, this was a work of the Light, meant to invigorate and reinforce the soul, mind, and body. It worked wonderfully and this was one of the few places he could sit in and forget the world while it burned around him. Righteous Purpose, however, would not allow him to do that now. Blade took up, heavenly radiance burning along its length, now placed upon his back. He had a world to cross and time was of the essence. “Get me Archivist Perren. I need a Portal to Orgrimmar and a missive delivered to my estate directly after.” His words, directed to one of the Blood Knights he’d brought with him, now moved with haste to do just as she’d been ordered. Ammaelin was on the move and he intended on finding someone from the FBC as soon as he was able. He needed answers and he was going to get them.

[frostahesmegabite]

DWC Day 1 - Reunion - Daily Writing Challenge Entry - Mega Goes Home

[ This scene takes place after a two year storyline between the FBC Guild that I’m the GM of and a personal storyline between Megahes and his Fiance, Naturasu. During this time, Megahes was cursed by a Cultist to slowly die from an agonizingly painful hex that was slowly killing him and all hope of its curing/removal was stripped away when this Cultist was killed during the conflicts. Ammaelin came to save Megahes (and acquired some ‘favors’ along the way) by using fractured shards of a Naa'ru to force Megahes into becoming Light Forged in a sense. This process took several years thanks to the manipulation of time via magic and while Mega felt the strain of three-four years of work, for everyone else it was roughly eight to ten weeks before his return. ] The Zeppelin ride to Orgrimmar was agonizingly slow, probably more than any other ride Mega had ever had on one before in his entire life. It was enough to drive him mad and the longer it took in combination with the closer it got to taking him home to Naturasu the worse it became. The goblin fidgeted, tugging at his clothes and making sure all the buttons on his shirt were done properly. His sleeves still crisp and the ironed lined still present. Hell, he even fought with the rolled up sleeves and their buttons that kept them pulled up to his biceps. The wait on returning home was killing him. What was Nat going to say when he walked in the door? This reunion between her and him played in his head a thousand times just today alone, he couldn’t even count the amount of times that he played out similar scenarios while he was away. “Nervousness does not become you Mister Frostbite.” The voice was formal and flat, its source coming from a blinding armor clad Blood Elf that stood several feet higher than himself. Crimson red hair blowing in the breeze thanks to their mode of transportation. Ammaelin, the Blood Knight who was responsible for the absence that proved to be a miraculous, and most likely a very heretical, healing process. If one could butter their bread with his smugness, one’d choke on it just from looking at him. “I’m aware, but that doesn’t make it any less. I been gone for three years now.” He quickly brings up a hand to stop the Elf, they’ve had this conversation several times before already. “And I know, I know. Months for her, for everyone else. Years only for You, Me and the others. But still years for me…” “We did what needed to be done, especially in regards to our agreement. You would have surely died otherwise.” Ammaelin’s head turns if but barely, just enough to cast a glance down upon the golden metal that was imprisoned into Mega’s flesh near his wrists. “You are lucky that you had those shards hidden away. Had any other Paladin known you held those, my brother's curse would have been the least of your concerns. I have no doubt the Church or the Draenei would have come marching on your doorstep…” Megahes’ face contorts as draws upon sarcasm to mock the Elf. “I have no doubt…” Mega blows a massive raspberry in the Paladins direction, which causes him to turn and look back upon the horizon, not giving in to Mega’s provocations. “Look. I know how risky tha thing was and I appreciate what you did and I get that I owe ya. But… all’a that aside. I’m just nervous man. What if…” He just stops and breathes, voice quivering a bit as his eyes begin to moisten, forcing him to stop and look back over the side of the Zeppelin once again. “If she doesn’t approve or she’s moved on due to thinking you dead or not coming back?” “I mean, I could have put that in better words, but yeah.” “I think perhaps you worry too much.” Megahes grumbles and sighs, running his hands up and down his face several times before they slide into his hair, where he just grabs hold of himself and pulls out of frustration only to realize he’d fucked it all up. His head shakes and he sets out to fix his hair as best he can, a nervous tick, to be sure. Mega was about to open his mouth to retort, but the Paladin stopped him by pointing to the horizon. Pandaria’s Jade

Forest. Pillars of tall stone began to rise and fall down into gorgeous forests, rolling hillsides and lily and reed filled rivers. The air was crisp and something about it just filled one's body with a rejuvenating sense of purpose and peace. “We’ll be at your domancile shortly, Mister Frostbite. I suggest you gather your things and we’ll drop you off directly.” If Mega wasn’t nervous before this, he sure as hell is now! His nearly trips… Well, he does actually, right over his own two feet and in a fluster, he looks about for something that wasn’t there before he speedily heads towards the cabins to gather his bag. He’d had this ready hours ago. It wasn’t much, he had no time to prepare for this little ‘retreat’ of his, which he was thankful for now as he threw it over his shoulder. He pauses and looks over at Ammaelin. “For as big of a pain in tha ass ya have been these past couple of years, thank ya. Truly. If it wasn’t for you and them Priests, I wouldn’t be makin’ this trip back.” Ammaelins’ face during this brief statement was a rollercoaster! Disdain and irritation appearing quickly was soon replaced with an oddly peaceful smile by the end of it. “Our time has taught us much, Mister Frostbite, about a great many topics. It has been… enlightening.” His choice of words being an intended pun and irony placed upon Mega. There were no hugs, no great exchanges of physical emotion. The two just look at one another before Mega turns and descends into the bowels of the Zeppelin so he can board the loading platform and get lowered down to his home. Their home. Gold, this was excruciating. The platform lowers slowly, painfully so, at least to him. Each inch makes Mega’s ears pound so hard that he can hear them in his ears and if it got any higher in his throat, he’d choke. “I’m gettin all nervous for nothin’, she probably ain’t even home. Probably in Orgrimmar havin’ some drinks or workin’ at the Knot.” He blows through his lips with enough strength to cause a slight whistle. Stress and worry, all self-induced of course, at how this was going to go. He was happy, no doubt, but worry came natural. The lift jerks as the ground makes contact, nearly sending him sprawling down to the floor of it just for him to look up in utter irritation, sending up a solid middle finger at the crew whether they could see it or not. “Ain’t no wonder these things fall out of tha fuckin sky so much…” He grumbles, straightening himself and clambering off before they end up actually managing to kill him somehow. Once off, the Zeppelin began to hoist the platform once more as it turned to head off towards its next stop. Mega’s red eyes watch it drift off for a moment, offering an overhead wave in case Ammaelin was on deck and looking down upon him. Given time, Mega turns away from it, looking at his pandaren styled home. The smell of the Arboretum orchids wafting through the air hit his senses and caused him to smile and for a moment, peace was welcome until he began to pick up his feet, swearing they are encased in lead the closer to home he became. Much like a scene from one of those cheesy romance books he kept hearing people go on about, he freezes at the door, hand up and ready to knock but nothing comes. No, instead he pats himself down and takes the key out of his shirt pocket and uses that instead. Quietly, creeping open the door slowly as if he expected to walk in and find his place full of cobwebs and everything cold and abandoned. The sight he gets is quite the opposite. Everything was nearly just as he left it. Albeit, more golden now. Naturasu loved her gold and it was a miracle that everything they owned wasn’t gold or khorium at this point in some facet or another. The sight brings a small smile to his face, sucking him into the house where he quietly closes the door behind him, fingers tracing over chairs and couch arms before he lets his pack slide down into the floor where it was quickly abandoned. Quietly, he walks through the house, almost scared to break the silence just to realize that that’s all there’d be

but a sudden clattering coming from the kitchen broke what he hadn’t dared. “Oh gold… what is she remodelling in there now?” It was a good question to ask! Not one that he had malice towards however, as the modifications they’d made thus far were phenomenal. His feet take him into the doorway where Nat can be seen in her usual home attire of thigh-high socks and underwear along with a set of tools, some powered and some not, as she was working on some of their retractable steps that allowed the two of them to cook shoulder to shoulder despite their obvious size differences. And it was this image that made him choke in silence and just stare at her. She was still here and all of his fears, irrational or not, just vanished and all he’s left being able to do is croak out a cough and throat clear. Nat’s voice calls out in irritation as the work clearly wasn’t going as planned. “Just leave tha rollers and frames there on the floor Sugah, thanks.” She must have thought he was someone from the Contingents Engineering or Supply Staff. Had this been any other time, Mega probably would have played into this mistake and taken up the chance to pretend to be said person and elicit some lewd scene, but, no, not today… Well, at least not right -now-. “Sorry, I uhh… must have forgotten them back at tha office. I can go back and get them if ya like.” Mega’s voice quivered in a nervousness that refused to leave his bones that were joining with both excitement and happiness. Naturasu on the other hand, froze entirely just to drop the wrench that was in her hand to the floor. Slowly, she wheeled about, perhaps not sure if she heard the voice correctly or if it was just her senses fucking with her. Whatever her reasoning, the moment her copper colored eyes hit Mega’s own crimson hues, time stood still for them both. No words came, they didn’t need them. Naturasu hit her knees and before she could even get her arms outstretched entirely, Mega was across the room, pinning himself to her and locking his own behind her in an embrace so strong that Titan Steel couldn’t have broken it if it tried. The two remained conjoined and just wept. [ Thank you again for reading my entry to the @daily-writing-challenge ! This is Day One (09/19/2021) and today's words were #Reunion and #Afterlife. I had the choice of using one or both, but decided to run with only Reunion today just in case I decide to pull out some deathly stuff later in the month. ] [ Edit Addition: I apologize if there's some formatting issues. I tried to implant a couple of images to help convey things but Tumblr just wasn't having it, so I had to remove them. I've tried to correct the errors I did find, but I may not have gotten them all. ]

[frostahesmegabite]

A Call to Arms

[ A new exerpt for the coming Campaign for the FBC! A small lead up story because I can't exactly duel box and rp with myself, so, I made a little story/scene out of it! Hope you enjoy! ]

[frostbitecontingent]

Meeting The Company

“On Last Night’s Episode of.... F. B. C.!” The Frostbite Contingent travelled to Borean Tundra to deliver a supply of materials to an organization known as the SotF (Sanctum of the Forbidden). Upon arrival, they found various Horde Troops putting down rogue Scourge remnants via the blade and flame. It didn’t take long before their arrival became noticed as a Forsaken Warlock named Caeris Dorn welcomed the group and invited them in to the Warsong Hold where trophies of slain Scourge hung from the rafters and chains as a warning to any would-be intelligent Scourge members who sought to attack the place.

(Visual Reference for Caeris Dorn.)

From there the materials gathered from Caer Darrow and Seradane were delivered to the smithing area below for inspect as Caeris Dorn went to procure the SotF Leader. Regaining their warmth due to the massive fires and thanks to the Zeppelin bay doors being closed to keep the cold warded, the FBC waited no longer than a handful of minutes before their soon to be business partners would arrive. Calling from above in Ambush, came the voice of Dinthoqaf the Defiler, hidden and true leader of the Sanctum. Caeris Dorn had been a puppet masquerading as the SotF’s leader while Dinthoqaf pulled the strings and these strings were many. At this point numerous abominations began to appear and slip into being only to decend on the FBC personnel. (Top row, left to right: Kappi ( @advancedscoutkappi​ ), Attzi ( @attzi-gearburst​ ), Makosubi, Zimble, and Megahes ( @frostahesmegabite​ ). Bottom Row, Left to Right: Zokkine, Naturasu, Dave ( @gnomeskillet​ [Sorry, I kept trying to plug your other account but it wouldn’t let me!], and Atreyzu.) took up positions doing everything they could to find back wave after wave of enemy that was set to swallow them hole simply by outnumbering them rather than by brute strength or tactic.

During the chaos, Dinthoqaf the Defiler made his escape, taking the very materials that the FBC had unbeknownst collected for him. What they were to be used for, unknown and where they went? Also lost. Retreat was now in order and the company made for the lone elevator shaft in the back of the room as forces began to sweep from the lower floors down and around them in an effort to cut them off. With the company on the elevator, Megahes gave the directive to Security Director Zimble to get everyone to the roof and to portal them home where immediately Megahes used his magic to create a barrier seal, locking everyone inside of the elevator while also keeping everything else out while he stayed behind. The Defiler had came for him and his mind had been made up. Megahes was soon overwhelmed by the enemy and the company, refusing the leave him behind, descended into the madness once more only to find a floor covered in the corpses of abominations they’d killed and a few small belongings that had been dropped by their boss. Megahes is now missing and in anger, pain, and sorrow, the company gathered what little evidence they could acquire before leaving to head for home to lick their wounds, nursing their pride all while vowing to find where their boss was taken.

[frostahesmegabite]

Reopening of the FBC

[ I know I haven't much discussed it here in an OoC capacity, but over the years I've led several guilds, most of them to never reopen but they continue on in spirit through story all the same. But, I am currently the GM of a guild on WrA called the <Frostbite Contingent> and for the largest part of the last year, we've been inactive. We began to go dormant because of our distaste for how Blizzard was handling Warcraft and how unhappy we were with the Shadowlands Storyline and the ABK issues definitely solidified our justifications in stopping to play. Since then, I've had a lot of time to reflect, read a lot of view points and also learn, grow, and recharge my batteries and a lot of that was in no small part, thanks to the @daily-writing-challenge that I participated in and a lot of you who have written me with words of encouragement, have given me RP prompts and have even RP'd with me here & on Discord too. All of this has led me to decide to reopen my guild in the hopes and pursuit of creating even more story in-game for people (and myself) and to continue trying to entertain others in the one medium I feel I'm remotely good at. That being said, if you happen to see any of us Frostbite Contingent folks walking around, feel free to say hello! <3 ]

[ Beautiful Artwork done by @akeleiart ! ] [ If you're interested in knowing more about this group, you're more than welcome to poke me in DM or asks and ask things too! My Inbox is always open to any questions, no matter what they are, prompts up or not! ] [ Est. time of reopening will be sometime around the beginning of February. ]

[frostahesmegabite]

And so...

it has begun! "Make sure ya come out ta Dalaran (Broken Shore/Legion) and come take a look at our menu this week! Whole new items for sale, nothin tha same as last time either!"

[ Menu: https://tinyurl.com/FBC-MB-2 ] [ We're making IC sales (No real gold needed) in Aegwynn's Gallery in New Dalaran and will be here till around 8 pm server or so! If you wanna know more, check out the @menagerieboutique proper! ]

[frostbitecontingent]

FBC; A Soft Recruiting & Planned Meeting!

The FBC is putting out a soft reach to individuals looking/interested in joining our Organization! (If you want an idea of who/what we are, you’re more than welcome to check out the thread/post we made not to long ago in just those regards! https://frostbitecontingent.tumblr.com/post/672756774967836672/what-is-the-frostbite-contingent ) If you’re interested in meeting with us and trying to join up with us before our official Relaunch (as in making sure you’re in our Discord and have been /invited into the Guild in-game already in preparation for our proper reopening) then we’re open to hearing out anyone interested in those capacities as well! This being said, the Frostbite Contingent has a planned Voice Meeting in its Discord Server to discuss the proper reopening, go over rules once more with old/returning members and to also discuss any potential changes and to field any and all questions from everyone present on January 25th @ 6 pm Wyrmrest Accord Server time. (If I remember correctly, that is 6 pm Pacific Time, 7pm Mountain, 8p Central & 9 Pm Eastern if you’re in the U.S.. I do know we’ve had a few Australian individuals ask us about stuff (and we even have an Australian Local in our Guild too!) and that would make it 11 am January 26th for those of you on that side of the world! (Or at least I hope I have that correct!). If you’d like to join the guild but have no desire to use voice comms, you’re welcome to just listen in and use our Text Chat to ask/answer things or if you want to join and can’t make it at all, we do offer write ups and/or summaries of all official meetings to everyone who didn’t make it, delivered by @frostahesmegabite himself via DM that way you can poke and prod him directly about anything you need!

[frostahesmegabite]

IX. The Elegaist What do they want their legecy to be?

"Tha Frostbite Contingent, ta be blunt and honest. I want my brand name to be held to tha highest honor and be a wanted staple in every persons toolbox, weapons locker and home. Whether they be quality of life products, weapons, armor, or some sort of other gadget or gizmo. Don't get me wrong, I ain't looking to monopolize shit. I like having other brands out there cause that competition breeds innovation! But, I'd like us to be so reliable that people know for a fact that if they buy our shit, it'll not only last so you can pass it down to your kids and your kids' kids, but ya know it'll work when they get it too, just as intended." [ Megahes takes his company and brand -extremely- serious, to the point that he'd die and do anything required to protect it. The reputation and quality of his company and the things he makes is absolutely not a joke, so whenever people have negative criticism, he takes it seriously and wants to know what needs to be done. Now, if someone's being a dick just to be a dick? Well... Then depending on how that plans out it's either Rage, Rage, FUCKING RAGE or their existence is just snuffed from his mind and they cease to exist. ]

[frostahesmegabite]

Guild Tumblr

[ After some conversation and advice, I've decided to go ahead and open up a Guild Tumblr for the FBC, this way it's easier to keep what Megahes is doing as a character seperate from what's occuring with the guild as a whole, allowing them both to shine in their own ways! If you're interested in following that page to keep up with us, please be sure to head over to https://frostbitecontingent.tumblr.com/ and give it a follow! ]

[thecloudcitymarket]

CCM Vendor List - 9th May

Below are our list of vendors for the Sweet Treats Themed Night!

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Wild Rose Tea - Vereena Aurum’rosa MENU

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Golden Delight - Varus Heroux MENU

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The Breadsmith - Lynesse Gloamingdawn MENU 

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See The Other Ways - Azalaeda Pheonixflare MENU 

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The Frostbite Contingent - Megahes Frostbite MENU 

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T & R Chocolatiers - Trisandrah MENU

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[thecloudcitymarket]

CCM - 18th April

Below are our list of vendors for the Market

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The Abominable Aboretum - Jousu Bowen MENU

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The Frostbite Contingent - Megahes Frostbite MENU

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Indy’s Intrigues - Indraste Darktalon MENU

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The Sandwitch Shoppe - Tamani Tightclamps & Reverend Rah’sen MENU

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T&R Chocolatiers - Trisandrah MENU

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[frostbitecontingent]

Properly Recruiting and what our future looks like to boot!

Contacts: Megahes Frostbite ( @frostahesmegabite ) [GM], Naturasu (Off.), Kappi ( @advancedscoutkappi ) [Off.], Zimble (Off.), or Attzi ( @attzi-gearburst​ ) [Off.]

Faction: Horde (Neutral when possible) [ WoW - Wyrmrest Accord ]

Content Focus: Roleplay

Usual Activity: We're currently setting into a two-stage event pattern where one week we try to have primarily social events (Such as Server Events/Markets, Social Gatherings In-game, a guild movie night [complete with a movie list that's constantly being added to!] or old school dungeon/raid runs for achieves or transmogs.) or Combat-related scenarios and events the following week, allowing for a set pattern for people to know or to try to expect what sort of events will work best for their desires. 

Most of these events fall within the ranges of Sunday through Thursday.

Details: The Frostbite Contingent is a detail oriented RP guild that focuses on Engineers, Crafters, Security Professionals & Public Relations personnel who are trying to be some of the best Weapon Creators and Dealers seen in Azeroth. While most of their work is intended to circle around these professions, it never fails that something happens to hamper their efforts and to force them to take action to defend themselves or to take action to acquire needed goods in-between their various market attendances to make profit. (We even have two catalogs for members to add their hard created products to should they wish to have them sold at Server Market events!)

We'll also be launching a DM20 (Dicemaster Oriented D20 System) Campaign that will feature a full fledged Risk-Like (Similar to the board game!) adventure against a nefarious cult that keeps trying to corrupt and destroy our members. Some of these events will play host to a variety of horror based themes while members try to keep their wits and lives intact.

If you'd like more information (Whether to join or just set up some sort of IC business arrangement), please make sure send a DM to one of our contacts listed above and we'll get back to you asap with everything you may need!