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

[Festy_Dog]

The waves crash on the white sands of the beach as he approaches Mirlus Fireborn. Once he gets within ten paces of the well-dressed orc, the elder speaks, “I can smell the breakfast from here. So have you made a decision Garrak?” he says with his eyes close in a meditative pose.

Garrak walks over and places Mirlus' breakfast next to him.

"Yes," he says, taking a moment to find the right words, "I will seek strength, and a place among my ancestors, but it is not of my own ambition. I will do it for the sake of others, that my singular strength will bring the Horde strength, in Thrall's name. I will gather power, and sweep our enemies to the wayside."

Garrak goes quiet after this, and a wave breaks against the shore. He listens to the sounds of the ocean.

 

[Voadam]

Lekah thinks for a moment, “Sure I have nothing else pressing to do while you gather your friends. Although I think that saw that snake monster heading out to the beach, it really is a wretched thing isn’t it?”

She falls in step at his side.

Snarrek smiles at her as he turns and heads to the beach with her "Serpents cause your flesh to crawl? Don't worry, he's not poisonous. At least I don't think he is.."

 

[Evil Ujio]

Snarrek smiles at her as he turns and heads to the beach with her "Serpents cause your flesh to crawl? Don't worry, he's not poisonous. At least I don't think he is.."

The female troll shivers, “They are icky things that should not be,” she glares at him, “but that does not mean I am afraid of them,” with a roll of her eyes. The two trolls make their way to the white sands of the beach, the smell of salt spray heavy in their noses. The water is clear and clean, and errant palm trees dot the coast line in both directions. To the north are rocks, and what looks to be two orcs with their large thick builds.

To the south is a long expanse of coastline with mountains looming in the distance. Small islands dot the waters in the distance. The sun already moving ahead having risen o the eastern sea line; in the distance he can see silhouette come into view… ships… ships of men.

Groog

Gruush nods returning to his chores with a wave as Groog returns to his workshop to busy himself with work. The village is abuzz with activity as the Captain as people attend to the defenses. The temperature has risen close to double digits by the time he has returned to his shelter, the smells of the sea dominating all other odors, some pleasant, some not so much.

A crow perches on his window sill and starts to caw loudly into the shop, incessantly while he tries to work.

Garrak

Mirlus nods, “Your decision is tempered with humility; such devotion to an ideal to the Horde is admirable. Any willing orc can sweep dozens of men aside and garner much glory, but true legends transcend such limitations,” he chuckles lightly, “Sit with me then and enjoy this meal, brother.” The elder orc begins to feast on the breakfast of fruit, cooked boar meats, and bread.

As Garrak gets his fill he sees over the horizon of the sea, the masts of ships with white sails and a blue flag flying defiantly from the top. The ship of men, not unlike the invasion of the man, Admiral Proudmore…

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Very unusual.

Thought goblin when crow started disturbing him. All birds were usually repelled by noise and al those fumes coming fron his chimney. His eyes narrowed slightly, when he remind himself about the creatures serving warlocks, that were capable of changing into small animals. He took big hammer, and walked within striking distance of the crow and snarled at it.

"What ? Don't You see I'm quite busy, demonspawn ?"

 

[Voadam]

The female troll shivers, “They are icky things that should not be,” she glares at him, “but that does not mean I am afraid of them,” with a roll of her eyes.

Snarrek laughs goodnaturedly with a toothy grin so she knows he was just teasing her.

The two trolls make their way to the white sands of the beach, the smell of salt spray heavy in their noses. The water is clear and clean, and errant palm trees dot the coast line in both directions. To the north are rocks, and what looks to be two orcs with their large thick builds.

To the south is a long expanse of coastline with mountains looming in the distance. Small islands dot the waters in the distance. The sun already moving ahead having risen o the eastern sea line; in the distance he can see silhouette come into view… ships… ships of men.

"It looks like my plans for who to kill today have changed. Humans, feh. How many ships do you make out?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak is enjoying a piece of bread when the ships come into sight. He narrows his eyes at them, and his jaw clenches in serious thought.

"Well, it would appear Razormanes won't be our only trouble in the near future. The thought of two separate foes is daunting, but perhaps we could find a way for them to take care of each other if these humans and whatnot are intent on hostilities," Garrak says, and takes another bite of bread.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Garrak is enjoying a piece of bread when the ships come into sight. He narrows his eyes at them, and his jaw clenches in serious thought.

"Well, it would appear Razormanes won't be our only trouble in the near future. The thought of two separate foes is daunting, but perhaps we could find a way for them to take care of each other if these humans and whatnot are intent on hostilities," Garrak says, and takes another bite of bread.

Mirlus nods, “Men are coming it seems, perhaps this time they do not bring the dogs of war, but I fear that conflict will be all too easy to indulge for either side. Wicked creatures they are, but no more wicked then an orc, but they are much uglier,” he chuckles.

Mirlus turns to see Snarrek and Lekah approaching, “Looks like we have company…”

Snarrek

Lekah shrugs, “I find man-things to be interesting, they tend to bring strange ideas… I admire that tenacity even they are wretched looking creatures with fleshy pink skin and beady eyes.”

She continues walking towards the two orcs.

Groog

The crow caws for a moment before speaking in the Orc tongue, “Greetings Master Groog, I come on behalf of my mistress, the Green Witch. She wishes to meet you and your companions,” the crow bows its head with a loud caw, “please do not try and hit me, I do not like pain.”

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Groog stood there, frozen for the moment by suprise, then he shaked his head and narrowed his eyes.

"Green Witch ? Chmm, why not. But it may be a trap, from the other hand ... I'll come, don't know about my mates. Naga fisherman was moody when we returned, orc is busy with shamanic stuff and all. And troll is probably eating now, somehow I couldn't imagine him having romantic walk on the beach. Come with me, if You are just a bird ... I'll give You some bread while we will look for them. And we would discuss ways of meeting with Your bossess in a way that would be least harmful to both our parties. Don't You agree ?"

Groog ceased work for today, cleaned up very quickly and walked out of smithy, leaving wooden sign with drinking goblin painted on it, so all in need would search for him in the tavern. And gave bird a place on his shoulder to sit on.

"Don't forget, crow. You doing something I found threating and Your destination becames crow-soup. Or I'll give ou to small kids, wings tied."

Cleaned our goblin started to watch for his companions, asking passing orcs if need be.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Groog stood there, frozen for the moment by suprise, then he shaked his head and narrowed his eyes.

"Green Witch ? Chmm, why not. But it may be a trap, from the other hand ... I'll come, don't know about my mates. Naga fisherman was moody when we returned, orc is busy with shamanic stuff and all. And troll is probably eating now, somehow I couldn't imagine him having romantic walk on the beach. Come with me, if You are just a bird ... I'll give You some bread while we will look for them. And we would discuss ways of meeting with Your bossess in a way that would be least harmful to both our parties. Don't You agree ?"

The crow nods, “I agree, I agree, I mean no trouble,” the bird replies in its high pitched voice, “I am only the messenger, just the messenger! The Green Witch wishes for you to find her, I know the way! I know the way!”

He perches on the goblin’s shoulder and feasts on the bread, “Tasty, very tasty!”

Groog ceased work for today, cleaned up very quickly and walked out of smithy, leaving wooden sign with drinking goblin painted on it, so all in need would search for him in the tavern. And gave bird a place on his shoulder to sit on.

"Don't forget, crow. You doing something I found threating and Your destination becames crow-soup. Or I'll give ou to small kids, wings tied."

Cleaned our goblin started to watch for his companions, asking passing orcs if need be.

It isn’t hard for Groog to glean that most of his companions made their way to the beach earlier in the day. The crow sits on his shoulder and asks Groog a thousand questions, the little bird is an inquisitive little fellow… and unnerving to the villagers.

“We should find your friends,” it says for the hundredth time, “not much time to waste, not much time at all… Green Witch does not like to be kept waiting!”

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek

Lekah shrugs, “I find man-things to be interesting, they tend to bring strange ideas… I admire that tenacity even they are wretched looking creatures with fleshy pink skin and beady eyes.”

She continues walking towards the two orcs.

"I find them to be usually well armored." Snarrek continues walking with Lekah "Hoi orcs!"