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

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"You like to rattle Your beak, don't You ? Have this."

Groog was silencing the crow with more bread, when it was becaming too obnoxious even for his infinite patience. He were anserving bird's questions, mostly with grunts. Until he saw his mates, staring on the passing human ship.

"Och, well ... I can blow it up, can't I ? And who's this Troll lassie ? Good I shaved, tee hee."

Tinker grinned maliciously to himself, seeing that Snarrek isn't as stupid as he pretends ... since he managed to find a woman. And with full toothy, glittering in the sun, smile that was almost cutting his face in half he approached them. He seemed to smile exclusivcely to Lekah.

"Loktar Regar, Shaman Mirlus ! Did Garrak became Your pupil ?"

He breezed to old orc, while feeding the bird, so it couldn't speak.

"Congratulations Young Shaman !"

He greeted Garrak.

"Yo, Snarrek ! I'm prepared to deal with our friendly ju-ju piglet ! later we could blow up the humies, tee hee."

He smiled to his trollish friend and after small joke, turned to his female companion and started drying his teeth to her. Constantly feeding the crow sitting on his shoulder, despite it's efforts to tell something.

"And last, but not least. Good day to thee, m'lady. I'm Groog Profit, famous war-tinker. With who I have this pleasure ?"

And he turned and scanned the surroundings, little dissapointed that Talos isn't anywhere nearby. Ach, well snakeboy needed some privacy to his tricks.

"Garrak, Snarrek. We are invited by Green Witch for a meeting. Do You want to go ? Birdie was sent as a guide. I'll go, but not without souvenir for a lady."

He stopped feeding the bird, giving the crow some respite. And asked the bird.

"Did she likes Cactus Apple Suprise ?"

OOC: Straight from WoW.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Hoi orcs!"

Garrak waves back to the trolls.

"Hey there you two, did you perhaps smell a battle in the making?" he asks with a smile, and indicates the ships.

"Garrak, Snarrek. We are invited by Green Witch for a meeting. Do You want to go ? Birdie was sent as a guide. I'll go, but not without souvenir for a lady."

"Did she likes Cactus Apple Suprise ?"

Garrak looked to Mirlus.

"Brother Mirlus, do you know anything of this Green Witch? he asks, before adressing Groog, "You'd have to pry the recipe from Galgar's cold, dead hands before he'd have anyone else cooking them, hehe."

 

[Evil Ujio]

Mirlus turns slowly at the mention of the Green Witch, “Hmmph, not for some time, she is a powerful master of the arcane arts, or so it is said. An orc with her skill is not unheard of; she lives alone to the south I think. I would be wary, she can be unpredictable…”

He stands dusting himself off as the crow speaks, “We should hurry,” it says in a high pitched whine, “Green Witch does not like to wait, no, no, no…”

Lekah looks surprised, “Did the bird just speak?”

Mirlus begins walking towards the village, “I should let the Captain know about this new development… Garrak be wary of this witch…” he says walking away.

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek scowls at the bird "Witch. More juju. Goblin what did you dive into now?"

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Then Firevine will have to suffice ... All orcs I know like good beverage."

Stated Groog, scrathing his bald, scarred head. And revealing small jug hanging from his belt, wich was bubbling nicely.

"I have no idea, Snarrek. Bird nagged me and distrubed my work. Are those ships ... what I think they are ? Isn't Razormanes raising their heads enough, must humans stick their noses here too ? Ach well ... I'm going, Shaman Mirlus will tell Captain, and I promised to meet with Green Witch. Good she isn't naga, Talaos were saing that girls of his race are nasty bunch."

Saying that goblin poked the bird's belly, urging it to show him the way. And checked if his dagger is hanging from his belt, next to firevine's small jug.

"Guide, bird. Ach ... I dislike sorcery, and have to work with it all the time."

OOC: I took the liberty and had Gobbo snatched some firevine, just a sample, for improving Green Witch's attiude, DM.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Lekah looks surprised, “Did the bird just speak?”

"Hmm, it would appear it did," Garrak replied, and scratched his head. Today was exceptionally eventful.

Mirlus begins walking towards the village, “I should let the Captain know about this new development… Garrak be wary of this witch…” he says walking away.

"I shall," he says solemnly.

Garrak checks what he is carrying, and finds he has everything he would need. He gets up to follow the bird once it gets going.

 

[Evil Ujio]

"Hmm, it would appear it did," Garrak replied, and scratched his head. Today was exceptionally eventful.



"I shall," he says solemnly.

Garrak checks what he is carrying, and finds he has everything he would need. He gets up to follow the bird once it gets going.

The bird nods, “Yes, to the mistress, we must hurry much too long, must hurry!” the crow takes flight and circles for a moment before heading to the south, not so fast that it loses the group but enough to show them the way it travels.

Lekah looks at Snarrek, “I guess I will see what all this excitement is about,” she looks out to the sea and the distant ships, “one can only wonder what is brewing now.”

The direction the crow flies, seems to take you towards where you first encountered the Razormanes which is understandable; beyond those vine infested canyons lies open plains with rolling hills and grasslands…

 

[Voadam]

The bird nods, “Yes, to the mistress, we must hurry much too long, must hurry!” the crow takes flight and circles for a moment before heading to the south, not so fast that it loses the group but enough to show them the way it travels.

Lekah looks at Snarrek, “I guess I will see what all this excitement is about,” she looks out to the sea and the distant ships, “one can only wonder what is brewing now.”

The direction the crow flies, seems to take you towards where you first encountered the Razormanes which is understandable; beyond those vine infested canyons lies open plains with rolling hills and grasslands…

Snarrek nods at Lekah "Yes, let's go." and follows the bird.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Snarrek nods at Lekah "Yes, let's go." and follows the bird.

"Oh," Lekah says to Groog and Garrak, "my name is Lekah, I am from Snarrek's tribe, I suppose I will be joining you for now, so I expect a fair share of the spoils. I am honored to meet you both, Snarrek speaks highly of you all..."

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"You keep Your kills. And can guard all Snarrek's ... if he allows."

Quiped, half seriously, Groog while trying to keep up with the pace of the trolless ... two barbarians were twice faster than he.
I need a mount ...