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

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Then, let's wait for crow to return and go to Green Witch ... miss Lekah, do You know what we can give to moody sorceress along with firevine, to calm her and all ? I don't like fighting women."

Asked Groog, his eyes open wide in an innocent stare of goblin child wanting a last cookie.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"We don't need to wait, the crow went that way," Garrak says, and points in the crow's direction, "A creature of flight needs not take detours, and goes straight to its destination."

 

[Evil Ujio]

"We don't need to wait, the crow went that way," Garrak says, and points in the crow's direction, "A creature of flight needs not take detours, and goes straight to its destination."

Lekah crouches down and smiles, “Aren’t you the cutest little thing,” she laughs, “well that depends on the woman, someone like this Green Witch would probably desire a gift that is sensible, and guests that are well mannered… someone like me would desire something a bit more precious.”

She stands, “Garrak is right, the bird will go straight to its master…” she waves her hand towards the path of the fleeing crow, witch goes directly over the vine infested ravines of the Razormane territories… we can wait or we can press on. I prefer the latter; I fear nothing that these brutes can offer.”

“Bad juju, or not,” she finishes softly.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Ach, yes ... just for You."

Groog quiped, with his most toothy smile, and started thinking. Maybe if the orc sorceress is liking something valuable he could borow her some desert dust ? He heard that brother here or there rented to a magician his own wizard's tower and the customer was pleased ... it may work.

"Okay, folks let's go ... following the bird. Shaman is right."

Goblin started walking the right direction, still looking all direction for danger. Something that wouldn't eat troll would eat goblin for sure.

 

[Voadam]

Lekah crouches down and smiles, “Aren’t you the cutest little thing,” she laughs, “well that depends on the woman, someone like this Green Witch would probably desire a gift that is sensible, and guests that are well mannered… someone like me would desire something a bit more precious.”

She stands, “Garrak is right, the bird will go straight to its master…” she waves her hand towards the path of the fleeing crow, witch goes directly over the vine infested ravines of the Razormane territories… we can wait or we can press on. I prefer the latter; I fear nothing that these brutes can offer.”

“Bad juju, or not,” she finishes softly.

"We press on. Demon boars die like boars, just take two chops."

 

[Evil Ujio]

"We press on. Demon boars die like boars, just take two chops."

Lekah nods, "Lead on then, great hunter..." she winks.

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek grins at Lekah, showing his tusks to great effect, and leads on.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Snarrek grins at Lekah, showing his tusks to great effect, and leads on.

The winding path, opens up into the Razormane village, but the scene is vastly different then before, corpses litter the ground and the stench and miasma of death stains the scene. Smoke filters up from ruined huts, ashes float on the wind…

Nothing stirs, indeed nothing lives in this forsaken place.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak surveyed the carnage, and something within him was saddened. Nonetheless their destruction was deserved, and righteous.

"Groog, unless we want to look for clues as to what wiped them out exactly we should probably move on," he said, having seen what he needed to confirm the end of the quillboars.

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek goes over to check out a razorboar corpse and see how exactly they died.