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

[Evil Ujio]

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

The desiccated husk looks like life was simply drained from it, perhaps through some arcane means, but the death was not by natural means or even the fire. Whatever it may have encountered is beyond Snarrek’s knowledge. The eyes are white and lack any pupils and the skin is taught and gray… the corpse is cold.

A sound of metal on rocks and dirt draws the party’s attention to figures picking their way through the darkness. Six in total though the smoke obscures some features, it takes only a half second to realize that they are not Razormanes but men!

Four of the men clad in iron-gray armor wielding sword and shield, with full helms that obscure their faces; only their piercing human eyes peer back from the shadowed recesses. Blue trim lines their armor and a blue standard decorates their shields. They stand behind what you can only gather must be a woman of the man species, her long red hair flows over her silver-steel plate armor and she carries a massive warhammer in both hands with a gold band around her pale fleshy face. Her strangely piercing green eyes stare at the party with a look of shock, slowly narrowing as she takes stock of the situation. Behind the four armor-clad soldiers stands a short squat figure, though powerfully built humanoid with a long gray beard wearing a white-gray robe with wooden staff in hand.

The woman speaks in a tongue that for the most part the party does not understand, but her party pauses behind her.

To better emulate the game, the Common of the Alliance is different from the Common of the Horde… Luckily Goblins deal with both species… so…

Groog

[sblock]”In the name of the Light, desist and come no closer… wretched creatures… or we will defend ourselves!” the woman shouts.[/sblock]

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak lifts his gaze from Snarrek inspecting the corpse to see the humans. It was somewhat impressive armour, but it certainly didn't compensate for all of the humans' flaws that made them easy to kill.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Human Soldiers

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Hold on, boyz. I'll deal wit them. Know their language. Lekah, look around if it isn't ambush ... but discreetly."

Stated Groog raising his small hand to halt the warparty, eying supiciously short person in warlock's robes. Then he aimed his gun at the spellcaster, and clearly spoke to human leader, dividing his attention between her and white robed one. Calmly but without covering.
If she is a human shaman-warrior ... she might be ally against the demons ...
He thought, before probing the humans with obvioulsy false accustation.


"<Human Common:>[sblock]If Your warlock master move a finger or even blink, I'll shot You all down. I think You are familliar with the power of gunpowder weapons, demon slave ?[/sblock]"

It is apparent that goblin is cautious, and spooked with things that happened around. He is also paler than usual. I hope Snarrek won't turn it all into bloodbath.

 

[Evil Ujio]

The human woman focuses on Groog with eyes that burn with cool hatred she speaks in the human tongue to Groog, trying to keep her anger in check. It does not help that she looks like she can smash his little skull with her large warhammer.

The short squat humanoid also replies to Groog, while tugging on his beard with a loud chuckle.

Groog

[sblock] “Warlock master! How dare you speak of the Priest of the Light in such a manner goblin, and I would suggest you lower your weapon, you fire and by the Light I will crush you where you stand. We have no quarrel yet with you… we are a scouting party from Theramore; we saw the smoke and came to investigate,” she finishes.

“Aye, this little goblin seems to be in league with the Horde,” he laughs though, “And a warlock by the Light no, you would do well to lower your pea-shooter goblin.”[/sblock]

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Lekah, Garrak ... hold back our bloodthirsty friend, this carnage wasn't of human doing, at least not by those."

Goblin barked shortly to his friends, and focused his attention back on woman and so called priest.

"<Human Common:>[sblock] Scouting ? Iteresting ... we are vanguard of larger force sent here to drive the Razormanes out and kill all demon-worshipping orc traitors they gave shelter to. But You don't stare at me like paladin would, ... miss. That look I saw in the eyes of a demon, twice Your size, when I blast it apart with Gelda. I will entrust Your dwarf-looking master then ... I'm crazy, after all.[/sblock]"

He patted his splinter gun, and lowered it slightly that it was aiming at the ground between him and human party now. And smiled reasuaringly to Lekah and Snarrek, while speaking calmly. And quiped to his friends, carefully avoiding corpses surrounding them with his stare.
"Allright folks, they are eating out of my hand."

And he spoke to squat person in the back of human party.

"<Human Common:>[sblock]A friendly advice, not-warlock, these four useless tin-cans should surround You. Your back is exposed. Not that it would give You much good with small army of enraged orcs coming here after child-kidnappers. From what we see here, kids are dead too. Do You think ... that it will improve the mood of their already pissed parents ? And restrain Your bloodthirsty bodyguard, please, I hate to fight women.

And I prefer orcs to my compatriots. They're not stabbing in the back like some stupid goblins and most of humans. Why are You looking almost like dwarf ?[/sblock]"

He ended, smiling slightly to the paladin-warrioress in a human fashion. Without showing his golden teeth. He didn't want her to fall in love outright, didn't he ? Besides she was so ugly. Those shapeless ears ... and hidden shoulders, not to mention that her nose was absolutly without character. He glanced taxingly at paladiness and mumbled to himself, still in human tongue.

"<Human Common:>[sblock]I'm unfair to her. She have nice cheekbones and catching eyes, and her headfur isn't without charm ... Gee, is this a spell ?! What I'm thinking ...[/sblock]"

And Groog cursed juicily in goblin tongue. Sparing another suspicious and annoyed glance to woman.

OOC: Now I would like to explain my take on goblin beauty standards.
Groog isn't handsome, he is too squat and brutish looking, almost like miniature orc. He isn't fat, just veiny. Personal wealth, including gold teeth and jewelry, are another factors indicating man's atractivness as well as "great spirit".
And like all goblins he looks on woman's ears, their size and shape are very important !
I don't have to explain that the more hag like is woman's nose the preetier it is ?
Since all goblins are somewhat ... flat-chested, goblin men look on woman's shoulders as a "guiding factor". Healthy, fresh-grass skin tan is also important.

Hope it didn't bothered You all too much ? And one more thing, goblin women are always fierce to the extreme. Passionfull, and all. That's why Groog spare any attention to Paladiness in the first place. Women with those flaring nostrils are so ... seductive to him.

 

[Evil Ujio]

"Lekah, Garrak ... hold back our bloodthirsty friend, this carnage wasn't of human doing, at least not by those."

Goblin barked shortly to his friends, and focused his attention back on woman and so called priest.

"<Human Common:>[sblock] Scouting ? Iteresting ... we are vanguard of larger force sent here to drive the Razormanes out and kill all demon-worshipping orc traitors they gave shelter to. But You don't stare at me like paladin would, ... miss. That look I saw in the eyes of a demon, twice Your size, when I blast it apart with Gelda. I will entrust Your dwarf-looking master then ... I'm crazy, after all.[/sblock]"

He patted his splinter gun, and lowered it slightly that it was aiming at the ground between him and human party now. And smiled reasuaringly to Lekah and Snarrek, while speaking calmly. And quiped to his friends, carefully avoiding corpses surrounding them with his stare.
"Allright folks, they are eating out of my hand."

And he spoke to squat person in the back of human party.

"<Human Common:>[sblock]A friendly advice, not-warlock, these four useless tin-cans should surround You. Your back is exposed. Not that it would give You much good with small army of enraged orcs coming here after child-kidnappers. From what we see here, kids are dead too. Do You think ... that it will improve the mood of their already pissed parents ? And restrain Your bloodthirsty bodyguard, please, I hate to fight women.

And I prefer orcs to my compatriots. They're not stabbing in the back like some stupid goblins and most of humans. Why are You looking almost like dwarf ?[/sblock]"

He ended, smiling slightly to the paladin-warrioress in a human fashion. Without showing his golden teeth. He didn't want her to fall in love outright, didn't he ? Besides she was so ugly. Those shapeless ears ... and hidden shoulders, not to mention that her nose was absolutly without character. He glanced taxingly at paladiness and mumbled to himself, still in human tongue.

"<Human Common:>[sblock]I'm unfair to her. She have nice cheekbones and catching eyes, and her headfur isn't without charm ... Gee, is this a spell ?! What I'm thinking ...[/sblock]"

And Groog cursed juicily in goblin tongue. Sparing another suspicious and annoyed glance to woman.

OOC: Now I would like to explain my take on goblin beauty standards.
Groog isn't handsome, he is too squat and brutish looking, almost like miniature orc. He isn't fat, just veiny. Personal wealth, including gold teeth and jewelry, are another factors indicating man's atractivness as well as "great spirit".
And like all goblins he looks on woman's ears, their size and shape are very important !
I don't have to explain that the more hag like is woman's nose the preetier it is ?
Since all goblins are somewhat ... flat-chested, goblin men look on woman's shoulders as a "guiding factor". Healthy, fresh-grass skin tan is also important.

Hope it didn't bothered You all too much ? And one more thing, goblin women are always fierce to the extreme. Passionfull, and all. That's why Groog spare any attention to Paladiness in the first place. Women with those flaring nostrils are so ... seductive to him.

LOL very entertaining post Rikandur reply will be on the morrow, late... in other news did another Molten Core run... fun times

 

[Evil Ujio]

Lekah places a hand on Snarrek, his grip tightening on his axe, he does not attack though allowing Groog precious more minutes to continue the parlay. The woman lowers her warhammer slowly, and speaks in the human tongue.

Groog

[sblock] “I hate dealing with goblins…” she says with a look to the dwarf.[/sblock]

The squat humanoid laughs again tugging on his beard, before replying to Groog.

Groog

[sblock] “You amuse me little goblin, and if there is such a war party behind you, then I figure they must be several leagues away, I hear nor see no signs of their coming. Like us you are far from any reinforcements and in truth we seek no battle here with you. I am just as angered as your brethren at this carnage. Perhaps we should go our separate ways, we have no business here it seems, and the matter of what has taken place seems to be over.”[/sblock]

The woman gives Groog an odd look raising a brow, before sweeping her vision over the smoke and ash ridden carnage of what used to be the village…

Garrak hears something behind him.

 

[Festy_Dog]

The orc shaman turns slightly and looks over his shoulder to where the sound came from, making an effort not to move too fast lest he cause trouble with the pink-skins. With axe and shield at hand already, his major concern was separating foe from not-foe-right-now.

Never done any of the big instances, I don't generally play much so I don't have a lvl 60 yet. My brothers have a lvl 60 each though, so whether or not I want to I hear all about the instances they're in if they go downhill.

 

[Evil Ujio]

The orc shaman turns slightly and looks over his shoulder to where the sound came from, making an effort not to move too fast lest he cause trouble with the pink-skins. With axe and shield at hand already, his major concern was separating foe from not-foe-right-now.

Never done any of the big instances, I don't generally play much so I don't have a lvl 60 yet. My brothers have a lvl 60 each though, so whether or not I want to I hear all about the instances they're in if they go downhill.

Garrak gives a look over his shoulder and swears he sees something shift in the smoke and billowing ash. When he focuses once more he sees just corpses lie about scattered amidst the ruins of the burnt huts and structures of the Razormane village.

A tingle goes up his spine when he thinks he sees one of the corpses ball a hand into a fist… or was that just a trick of light and shadow…