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

[Evil Ujio]

"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.

No problem been playing again myself, working on a dwarf rogue!

“Brass knuckles?” Gulab replies as he watches the goblin take his purchase and leave with a greedy smile, “Hrrm I think we can find something suitable, perhaps. I will need to check my records and see what my stock is,” he says more to himself.

“How about these?” Gulab’s son says as he picks up some chain gloves with spikes lining the back and knuckles.

Gulab nods, “Will that work for you? I was told that they are of masterwork quality, and in the city they can go for easily 315 gold coins to discerning buyers.”

Groog

Thankfully Groog has some time to kill, and no pressing orders to fill beyond the usual workload, though with the build up of defenses around the village his workload could shift dramatically in the future!

Garrak

Mirlus laughs, “You should get some rest Garrak, and return when you have a proper answer for me. Besides the afternoon draws near and I intend to take a nap to rest my bones.”

Snarrek

Lekah looks up with a raise of her brow, “I didn’t know the ‘curve’ of my bow was that intriguing Snarrek. So how did your little journey to save the wee orc boy go?”

She stands when he mentions food and drink, “Now that I think I could indulge, just be careful at how you leer at my bow, a woman could jealous,” she teases as she starts walking to the Fiery Brand.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Seeing that nobody wants nails or other boring stuff, little goblin started to work over his pet projects. Big blackboard on the wall of the smithy was filled with spidery writings and sketches of some massive figure resembling humanoid, surrounded by higlights and drafts. It was strangely similiar to Goblin Shredder.

"You will wait, my precious. Unfortunately I have no time ... now where these parts !"

Saying that Groog opened his "alchemical lab for dummies" and started mixing potions.

OOC: Och, so if Groog have time he would love to make scrap Alchemical Fire or two. Using Tinker's rules to make them cheaper: +10 DC, one use, 10% of market price. As I wrote in his equipment section, rather vaguely for what I apologise, he have some "tinker's compounds" neccesary for mainentance of his stuff, worth around 200-300 gp, on the first look. I'll improve myself and write apporiately how much "Tinker's goodies" he have.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Then I shall leave you to your rest, Brother Mirlus. Sleep well," Garrak said, and made his way out.

Garrak's first destination was not his humble abode, instead he made his way around the village first, surveying preparation of defenses. He was looking for whoever was in charge of engineering and construction of walls and the like.

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek

Lekah looks up with a raise of her brow, “I didn’t know the ‘curve’ of my bow was that intriguing Snarrek. So how did your little journey to save the wee orc boy go?”

She stands when he mentions food and drink, “Now that I think I could indulge, just be careful at how you leer at my bow, a woman could jealous,” she teases as she starts walking to the Fiery Brand.

"I will be sure to leer at different curves then."

Snarrek takes Lekah out on a date and relates the tale of the battle and the shadow touched monstrous razormanes, as well as his disappointment about not seeing the leader to strike him down and about how quickly the boy was rescued. There just was not enough time for a proper glorious battle. He asks her if she has stalked any good prey with her bow and is interested in seeing her arrows.

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek enjoys the opportunity to have a good time with Lekah and exchange bawdy flirtations with the sleek jungle troll huntress.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Considering this some down time, so Groog is successful with one or three mishaps along the way… but successful in his endeavor.

Things seem to get back to normal somewhat, as Groog busies himself with his work, creating weapons of mass destruction, or at least limited destruction. Snarrek spends time with Lekah trading wicked barbs, and flirtations; he is unsure if it is working but at least he has pleasant company. Garrak checks on the fortifications and sees that Captain Horga has many of his men hard at work and that a wolf-rider has been dispatched to Ogrimmar to send word of the growing Razormane menace.

Still waiting on a response from Talos; but other then that we will pick up with the next day… and sadly Snarrek did not get as lucky as he would have liked…

 

[Festy_Dog]

The next day, Garrak offered his share of yesterday's reward back to Captain Horga to help pay for defense of the town.

"I have plenty enough coin to sustain myself, this would be better spent on weapons and armour for the others who'll defend this place," he reasoned.

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek enjoyed his time with Lekah but feels a little frustrated and would like to go kill more Razormanes to burn off his excess energy and earn some glory.

 

[Evil Ujio]

The next day, Garrak offered his share of yesterday's reward back to Captain Horga to help pay for defense of the town.

"I have plenty enough coin to sustain myself, this would be better spent on weapons and armour for the others who'll defend this place," he reasoned.

Garrak finds Captain Horga tending to the defenses when he offers the money, the orc warrior gives Garrak a strange look, “Now that is a sight, Garrak, always had a soft you did,” he takes the offered money, “I will put this to good use for Korga’s Stand. Loktar Regar, brother, Thrall be praised that we have good men like you about,” he clasps the orc healer on the shoulder.

He looks off in the distance, “The wolf rider should be back by noon, with word from Ogrimmar, hopefully.”

Snarrek

The morning sun creeps into his home like a spider. The morning is warm, but not out of place for this time of the year, and already he can hear the peons in the fields and tending to the defenses of the village.

One of them walks by a window, with a grim voice, “Work, work…” he grumbles.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"It would certainly be encouraging to have word from the capital," Garrak said, and looked down at his leg, "I'd best be off though, Brother Mirlus is expecting me. Good luck with preparations, sir."

He had healed his leg and repaired the damage to his pants not long after his morning prayers, and had prepared spells which would have been helpful in massed combat should it be required this day. Garrak decided that after he spoke with Mirlus he would try to brew some potions for his allies. He arrived at the small hut and knocked on the door.

"Brother Mirlus, it is Garrak. I have made my decision," he said.

[ooc: cast cure lgt. wounds, d8+2]

Spells Memorised: DC = 13 + spell lvl
0th: detect magic, light, mending*, read magic
1st: blessing, summon monster 1, cure lgt. wounds*

* = cast