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

[Evil Ujio]

"Humans not here yet. Traitor orc threw fire at you?" The latter question directed at Garrak.

"Bad juju, I hate arcane casters, messing with bad spirits," Lekah adds bringing her ebon bow to her hand, an arrow in the other.

The bird squaks, "Aye, I will hurry and return, be safe don't die, without me near... eyes look tasty!" the crow takes flight.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Garrak, Snarrek ... I think that Razormanes didn't deserved to became demon's food ..."

Garrak didn't reply to the statement, but certainly didn't look sympathetic to the quillboars' plight.

"Humans not here yet. Traitor orc threw fire at you?" The latter question directed at Garrak.

Garrak nods to this.

"He reduced the tent to ashes," he confirmed, and looked at the plume of smoke, "But on the bright side, it's one less enemy Korga's Strand will need to deal with."

Garrak pays attention the path of the bird's flight as it returns to its master. He points after it.

"As the crow flies. Are we staying our path to to the Witch's abode? Heading back? Or do you want to see what remains of the quillboars?" he asks Groog, "I'd suggest we give the site a brief look to confirm your thoughts before running back and telling the others. We need to be giving them correct information if it's to do anyone any good."

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Yep, we should check ... but I'm ain't no scout and will be spotted easily."

 

[Evil Ujio]

"Yep, we should check ... but I'm ain't no scout and will be spotted easily."

Lekah nods, "With all them gadgets on you Master Groog, I could hear you coming from leagues away... can't you invent yourself a stealth device," she chides.

She looks forward, "If no one objects I can scout ahead."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak smiles.

"I have no objections. Earth Mother keep you safe," he says.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Stealth device ? Only with Your help then."

Groog seemed to not catch anything, but smiled wide at the mention of something new to invent. He only nooded approvingly to her and stared later at Snarrek, waiting for opinion of Lekah's boyfriend.

 

[Voadam]

"As the crow flies. Are we staying our path to to the Witch's abode? Heading back? Or do you want to see what remains of the quillboars?" he asks Groog, "I'd suggest we give the site a brief look to confirm your thoughts before running back and telling the others. We need to be giving them correct information if it's to do anyone any good."

"Shaman went back, will tell Stand about humans. We continue. Find out about burning village, see if survivors and then maybe kill them. Go see witch, then go back."

She looks forward, "If no one objects I can scout ahead."

"Good thought. Watch for one tusk boar, demon boars, and fire mask orc. Go. We follow shortly." Snarrek cricks his head to one side until there is a joint snap in his neck then stretches it to the other side to do the same. He then readies his axe, a look of anticipation on his face.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Lekah is already on her way as Snarrek finishing speaking. She pulls up her hood, and a mask the covers the lower half of her face. She moves quickly, with each step perfectly placed with grace as she eventually moves out of sight…

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak removes his shield from his shoulder and straps it on before getting a better grip of his axe.

"You're right Snarrek, we'll need to finish off the survivors," he says as he waits, and checks the edge of his axe's blade.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Garrak removes his shield from his shoulder and straps it on before getting a better grip of his axe.

"You're right Snarrek, we'll need to finish off the survivors," he says as he waits, and checks the edge of his axe's blade.

Ten precious minutes pass; the afternoon sun looms overhead. Lekah returns with a leap down from some rocks, landing in a low crouch stance, akin to a stalking tiger. She stands slowly, “The place is clear, well clear of anything alive, corpses litter the place looks like a fire and a battle took place here. If anything survived it has long since left, strange thing is, no buzzards or other carrion eaters have come to feast… a little odd; perhaps bad juju.”