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

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

What simpler than tying her eyes ? And we should go where the crow went last time ... and warn Green Hag of unliving.

Breathed heavily Groog, trying to not stay too far avay behind the party. His legs were hurting like hell from this constant bursts of sprint.

 

[Voadam]

"I think before we go anywhere else we should see the Green Witch. She is still waiting for us, and I dislike the thought of taking the humans back to leisurely survey the defences erected for Korga's Stand," Garrak says as he jogs along.

"Agree." Snarrek's wounds heal as he goes trying to head towards the crow direction.

 

[Evil Ujio]

"Agree." Snarrek's wounds heal as he goes trying to head towards the crow direction.

The woman looks back and forth between all the speakers as Lekah spouts, “She sure is an ugly little thing, so small,’ she laughs, “and so pale, I say we kill her now before she causes us anymore trouble,” with a devious smile focused on the paladin.

The crimson haired holy warrior looks away and speaks to Groog in her sing-song tone keeping up with the pace of the movement as the party redirects itself towards the Green Witch.

Groog

[sblock] “I do not wield sorcery goblin, I have the power of the Light on my side,” she replies with look over her shoulder at Lekah before continuing, “So what will the savages do with me, no doubt thy have some foul purpose in mind… I have heard of the hospitality of the trolls and orcs.”[/sblock]

The path Snarrek chooses winds through narrow paths through the jagged rocks and vines. The brisk pace is difficult for Groog to keep up with, but the sounds of the night, and perhaps the undead keep them moving…

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"No, I offered her shelter. And only Captain, who charged me with responsibilty of this mission could decide othervise, nimble Lekah.
*Breath*
Don't provoke human, You know how stupid they are. Please ?"

Tired and almost runned to death, Groog did his best to give Lekah goblin's famous puppy's stare. An turned his head to humaness. And spoke to her between hard breathes, sweat rivuleting from his temples and his whole green body covered in his own blood and sweat.

"Human Common:[sblock]Trolless thinks that You are spy. And prefers safest route with least effort. Like women all.
*Breath*
And what foulness do You have in mind ? You are ugly and sickly looking. Troll and Shaman are married, besides.
*Breath and snicker*
Don't adress me as if You were to spit. I'm Groog, and You live. Be glad.
*Breath*
Magic, even the harmless seeming, leds to corruption and destruction.
*Breath*
I know what hammer-warriors of humans can do. I saw them at mount Hyjal.
*Breath*
And I heard about Arthas. Safety of small community with wich I live will require You to walk only in my presence and to cover Your eyes.
*Breath*
It will ensure Your prolonged surviwal too.
*Breath*
Now, we are going to a meeting ... dangerous one, with whimsy woman. Be calm ? Please.[/sblock]"

 

[Voadam]

The woman looks back and forth between all the speakers as Lekah spouts, “She sure is an ugly little thing, so small,’ she laughs, “and so pale, I say we kill her now before she causes us anymore trouble,” with a devious smile focused on the paladin.

"Colorless and ugly, but she did all right against the deaduns and hasn't provoked us yet. Besides, we need to know what humans doing. I say we bring her back to camp and learn."

 

[Voadam]

"No, I offered her shelter. And only Captain, who charged me with responsibilty of this mission could decide othervise, nimble Lekah.
*Breath*
Don't provoke human, You know how stupid they are. Please ?"

Tired and almost runned to death, Groog did his best to give Lekah goblin's famous puppy's stare. An turned his head to humaness. And spoke to her between hard breathes, sweat rivuleting from his temples and his whole green body covered in his own blood and sweat.

"Human Common: Blah, blah blah

"Groog, find out what she doing here. If she enemy, fine she prisoner. If not enemy, find out what she is. If she try move against us, enemy or no, I chop off her head."

Snarrek turns to Lekah and in low common says with a derisive snort "Only Captain. Heh. What a jester our goblin."

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Chmmph !"

Annoyed goblin silenced himself, to not shot Snarrek in the back. After all, he was rationalising to himself, it isn't Snarreks fault to be born dull. And responded in honeylike voice.

"Scouts from Theramore, sticking their noses into Razormane's funeral pyre. I already told You that."

I miss Talos, he was nice for a huge cannibalistic monster and carried me, unlike this unsensible brute.

Be warned that Groog is on last legs, it's hard to keep up with two barbarians and other big people when You are twice smaller. And tired, and wounded. And don't like being ridiculed.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Lekah pauses looking back and then sighs, “The goblin is having troubles we should take a quick break… I am sure the pink-skin would appreciate it as well. Give them a few moments Snarrek,” she purrs in his ear, “for me.”

The crimson haired human looks out of place surrounded by the party but she seems confident nonetheless, she speaks to Groog the only translator apparent.

Groog

[sblock] “Are these your terms then,” she says defensively, “I have helped your men as much as you have helped me. I will abide by these rules for now, goblin. Tell your comrades I mean them no ill will, that is the word and honor of Lady Ravenheart.”[/sblock]

 

[Voadam]

Lekah pauses looking back and then sighs, “The goblin is having troubles we should take a quick break… I am sure the pink-skin would appreciate it as well. Give them a few moments Snarrek,” she purrs in his ear, “for me.”

The crimson haired human looks out of place surrounded by the party but she seems confident nonetheless, she speaks to Groog the only translator apparent.

[blah, blah, blah]

"Yes. Catch breath all." And the now fatigued Snarrek stops running so all can catch their breath. He draws Lekah in tight for a passionate kiss then says to her in low common "Good job against the dead. Keep an ear out for pursuit now though. The flame mask may have sent a contingent after us who will slowly but doggedly pursue us."

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Human Common: [sblock]Arrgh ... You are speaking it as if You weren't a disturbing annoyance but a damned blessing ! I'm Groog, do You need it written ?! And I'm smith and inventor. Pleased to meet You.[/sblock]"

Little goblin spoke to the human woman harshly, blood flowing in small rivulet from his bitemark. He stared at it with irritation, then at the wounds suffered by paladiness. And rolled his eyes.

Curses my soft heart ... Why I promised her shelter ? Damn fool, stupid goblin.

He, while still breathing heavily, give a jealous glance to Snarrek and Lekah enjoying their company and started browsing his backpack. Finally emerging with fishing hook and some coarse threads, and a glass jar with picture of goblin wrapped in bandages. Gel inside smelled strongly of alcohol and aloes.

Garrak ! Are You wounded ? I could patch up some of Your wounds by now so You would stop bleeding ... lucky Snarrek looks like he don't needs medicine.

And he stared fairhaired woman straigh into the eyes and showed her his stuff. Demonstrated how disinfecting balm works ... on his own wound. He didn't managed to hide twist of pain written on his face, from the medicine searing wound of impurities. And he stared emphatically at her own wounds and raised eyebrow questioningly. While preparing fishing hook and thread for seving up. Whistling stresslessly.