World of Warcraft - Against the Razormanes... Pt. 1

Evil Ujio said:
His years weigh on him as he closes his eyes, “You will need training, but that is something that I can provide you, but I will need your trust brother,” he finishes waiting for a reply.

"Then you shall have it, Mirlus," Garrak replies, "It would be an honour to be in your tutelage."
 

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Festy_Dog said:
"Then you shall have it, Mirlus," Garrak replies, "It would be an honour to be in your tutelage."
“Good, I knew you were sensible; with time perhaps your wisdom will become the stuff of legends,” Mirlus replies, “tell me Garrak, what is it that you hope to achieve with your skills, are you content with being a simple village healer or do you have ambition beyond these cactus patches, and seek a loftier place among our ancestors? The question may seem odd to you, but I was asked the same once as well.”

“Although many would have you believe that great things are thrust upon us; this is only partially true, one must seize what they have been given and make the best of it. This simple choice is what divides men like Thrall from me and you; in the end you will have to choose if you will leave the mundane life behind and truly embrace the path ahead,” the old orc finishes.

A knock sounds at the door as it opens, slowly, “Hello, Master Fireborn,” a female voice calls, “I have some fresh cactus apples for you and bread, oh am I interrupting?” the woman is slim, muscular and young, her black-blue hair back in a bun, “oh, I didn’t know you had company Master Fireborn.”

“Quite alright, Tani, this is Garrak, quite the hero you know. He saved little Gruush from the Razormanes,” Mirlus praises.

Tani smiles, “Greetings Garrak, oh I have heard all about you, you and your friends are the talk of the village,” she offers him an apple, “would you like an apple, I picked them myself this morning for Master Fireborn but I am sure he wouldn’t mind?”
 

"Groog, when plan to go back and kill traitor? Snarrek will meet you when you ready." The troll has no interest in the shops tech or arcane components. His thoughts turn to the little tusked Lekah.
 

Evil Ujio said:
“Good, I knew you were sensible; with time perhaps your wisdom will become the stuff of legends,” Mirlus replies, “tell me Garrak, what is it that you hope to achieve with your skills, are you content with being a simple village healer or do you have ambition beyond these cactus patches, and seek a loftier place among our ancestors? The question may seem odd to you, but I was asked the same once as well.”

“Although many would have you believe that great things are thrust upon us; this is only partially true, one must seize what they have been given and make the best of it. This simple choice is what divides men like Thrall from me and you; in the end you will have to choose if you will leave the mundane life behind and truly embrace the path ahead,” the old orc finishes.

Garrak bowed his head in thought. Mirlus had put before him something very difficult. Garrak's aspirations had never been grand, to serve the Horde in whatever way was presented to him, and that he did. But if he had the potential for greatness, was it not his duty to fulfill that potential for the betterment of the Horde? Could he actively seek strength and maintain humility?

"That will require some time to determine," he finally replied, before the knock at the door.

Evil Ujio said:
Tani smiles, “Greetings Garrak, oh I have heard all about you, you and your friends are the talk of the village,” she offers him an apple, “would you like an apple, I picked them myself this morning for Master Fireborn but I am sure he wouldn’t mind?”

Garrak accepts the apple, and takes a bite. His thoughts linger briefly on how successful Korga's Stand could become through exporting fruit. When times become less turbulent perhaps it was a good idea.

"Thankyou Tani. I'm happy that we were successful, but my thoughts are currently on my training and the defense of the village. I doubt my colleagues feel any different," he explains, "The Razormanes are going to keep us busy in the near future, so we have to be prepared."
 

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Mmm, let me see them. Their previous owner could have been a cheater, You know ... And it would tear my heart out, seeing my favorite vendor's children go to sleep hungry because of some sneaky guy. Flintlock pistol ... blunderbuss ... ammo, would You accept my grandmother as guarantee of credit ?"

He ended with light tone, but his craving for boom-toys was visible in his tone.

OOC: Appraise check +13, goblins have good eye for such stuff ! :) To evaluate real price of these grenades ... and Knowledge(Technology) +9 to remember what he know aobut this stuff.
 

Rikandur Azebol said:
"Mmm, let me see them. Their previous owner could have been a cheater, You know ... And it would tear my heart out, seeing my favorite vendor's children go to sleep hungry because of some sneaky guy. Flintlock pistol ... blunderbuss ... ammo, would You accept my grandmother as guarantee of credit ?"

He ended with light tone, but his craving for boom-toys was visible in his tone.

OOC: Appraise check +13, goblins have good eye for such stuff ! :) To evaluate real price of these grenades ... and Knowledge(Technology) +9 to remember what he know aobut this stuff.
The price is a smidge high perhaps on the grenades but not much more then he would expect to pay in the big cities. As far as what he knows, he rolls a 24 on the Knowledge Technology roll so he knows whatever is in the book on the items.

“Only if your grandmother is pure gold then perhaps we can talk, Groog, besides in these rather troubled times I need something tangible, something real, credit will only go so far my friend,” he replies allowing Groog a better look at the merchandise.

Snarrek

The day is warming up quite nicely and what few militia there is, are busy with either training, or building fortifications around the village. Many villagers are assisting with the preparations as well, while some women tend to the cactus patches, and older children ferry goods back and forth from the mines, hard labor to be sure, but no one seems to complain and everyone does their part.

He catches her scent before he sees her…

He turns to see Lekah sitting on a barrel tending to a bow testing the draw, and tightening strings. She is wearing a long dark cloak, with a hood that is currently down, over black studded leather armor. She tests the draw once more and does not seem to have noticed Snarrek in the least, absorbed with her ‘toy’.

Out of the corner of his eye he also sees a wolf rider preparing for a journey.

Garrak

Mirlus smiles, “Of course take your time, Garrek sleep on it, you must be tired with all that has occurred.

She laughs, “Life is never simple out here, I fear not the Razormanes; not at all, they only do what they must to survive I suppose. I fear only losing my friends and family here in the village,” she sets the basket of fruit and bread on the table.

Tani grabs an apple and eats as well, “The Horde will survive as we always have, Thrall be praised, and perhaps new shall know peace one day. But I am content with what we have.”

Mirlus interjects, “I will be content when I am dead,” he chortles.

Tani shakes her head, “Of course you would say that…” she pauses and turns to the door, “you just take care of yourself Master Fireborn… and you, Master Garrak please be well…” she smiles awkwardly and then exits.

Mirlus sighs, “Young people, I swear that youth is wasted on the living,” he laughs, “best be wary young Garrak, before some village girl scoops you up into her web!”
 

Evil Ujio said:
Mirlus sighs, “Young people, I swear that youth is wasted on the living,” he laughs, “best be wary young Garrak, before some village girl scoops you up into her web!”

"Heh, perhaps I should steer clear of getting caught up in any webs before I have a good grip on my training," Garrak replies, and casts a look to the now shut door.
 

Evil Ujio said:


Snarrek

The day is warming up quite nicely and what few militia there is, are busy with either training, or building fortifications around the village. Many villagers are assisting with the preparations as well, while some women tend to the cactus patches, and older children ferry goods back and forth from the mines, hard labor to be sure, but no one seems to complain and everyone does their part.

He catches her scent before he sees her…

He turns to see Lekah sitting on a barrel tending to a bow testing the draw, and tightening strings. She is wearing a long dark cloak, with a hood that is currently down, over black studded leather armor. She tests the draw once more and does not seem to have noticed Snarrek in the least, absorbed with her ‘toy’.

Out of the corner of his eye he also sees a wolf rider preparing for a journey.




Snarrek says in the troll's native low common "Ooh, I like the curve of your bow. Ready for that jug of ale Lekah? I have a purse full of new coins and an appetite for a roast boar feast at the Fiery Brand."
 

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Evil Ujio said:
The price is a smidge high perhaps on the grenades but not much more then he would expect to pay in the big cities. As far as what he knows, he rolls a 24 on the Knowledge Technology roll so he knows whatever is in the book on the items.

“Only if your grandmother is pure gold then perhaps we can talk, Groog, besides in these rather troubled times I need something tangible, something real, credit will only go so far my friend,” he replies allowing Groog a better look at the merchandise.

"Then I would take two of these, my friend. Here's 100 gold pieces."

Said goblin with slight hint of sadness in his voice, grabbed his merchandise. And flees from the shop with grudging goodbye, before Gulab cathes sight of lone tear in his eyes. To loose so much gold ! UNhappily he moved himself to his workshop, wondering if someone is in need of his skills or he would be free to build something.
 

"what I would really appreciate is if you have some brass knuckles in my size, I've seen the taurun rune masters use them." Talos inquireis to the shopkeep.


OOC: sorry for the late responce, world of warcraft justed sucked up the last two days of my life, but it hungers for more.
 

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