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

[Evil Ujio]

Lekah is caught off guard but she does not pull away and slips Snarrek a wicked grin, before replying, “I shall, I do not think they will catch us if we take a short break, the little goblin is a slight burden but his toys are quite useful. Beyond these ravines we should break into rolling plains, which will make our journey much easier, though evading any that follow will become much harder.”

She looks at the paladin before speaking in a hushed tone, “I do not trust the women, but so far she seems to be compliant to Groog, though I do not trust that the little one has our best interests at heart.”

She speaks louder to Garrak, “How are you feeling shaman, you have been quiet.”

The woman watches Groog and nods, before looking to Garrak and seeing if the orc is wounded moving tentatively so as to not anger the mighty orc healer. There is an obvious look of slight revulsion but her concern seems genuine.

Lady Ravenheart speaks aloud to Garrak…

Groog

[sblock] “I can heal you, orc, if you lack the mean to do so on your own,” she says aloud not really realizing that Garrak cannot understand her.[/sblock]

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Garrak, she wants to heal Your wounds by magic ... a folly, as alvays with sorcery."

Goblin translated, giving clear indication what he thinks of magical healing. And of magic in entiriety. Groog gave one sharp glance to the trolless and sticked out his tongue, and make childish face to her. After that he ignored her completly.

"Of course ... I'm the untrustworthy, I'm the one who is known only by smitten Snarrek ... Of course it is me who weren't entrusted with the boyz by Captain Horga."

His voice was nice, high pitched and sarcastic enough to show that he feels deeply annoyed by Lekah's tries to undermine his authority, as shaky as it is. And he stared Trolless straigh into the eyes. Irony absolutly apparent in his voice when he raised eyebrow in a expression telling "I know, and You know that I know".

"Why are You distrustful of human ? Because it is she ? You are insecure about ... something ?"

He glanced at Snarrek and then stared back at Lekah and snorted, shaking his head.

"I hate such bickering. That's why I left Gadgetzan."

Finally he graced humaness with his attention and come to her with disinfector.

"Human Common:[sblock]I translated for You. Now shaman will decide if he wants to be tainted with human sorcery.
Now ... crouch some, please ? I don't wish to climb on my charges, it's ridiculous. Ocho ! Dis one will need sewing ... but You would have to take off this armour of Yours, for me to reach. Do You happen to have any real bandages ? Gimmnic's All Purpouse Gel would prevent infections, but later impurities might get inside without patching.[/sblock]"

Groog makes Heal +0 check to patch up wounds his and Paladiness's, it's clear that he isn't expert. Acha and mixture he shows to her isn't prepared accordingly and is slightly outdated. So it doesn't grant any bonuses. But it hurts like hell !

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak grunts audibly in reply to the others, clearly thinking. He glances at his scratches and bite marks. He weighs his options, comparing the pungent chemical medications offered by the goblin with the foreign magics offered by the human. Both had good intentions it appeared but magic was certainly something Garrak was more familiar with. He sat down exhaustedly and inspected the blade of his axe.

"Tell her I accept her aid, and I am sorry for the loss of most of her group. The undead are indeed a foe of anything and everything with a heartbeat," he says, "And if possible, could you ask her why those humans ships have shown up on our shores like that? It is somewhat... disconcerting."

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Groog stared at the shaman and nodded to himself, as if expecting that magic addicted orc would prefer magic to reliable and safe methods. And gave him sharpening stone for his axe.

"It dulls on bones, especially on tusks."

Than he turned to lady Ravenheart and proceeded with his ministrations, applying gently apporiate doses of disinfecting gel on her cuts and bruises. How shaman couldn't reckognise by smell that this is completly harmless mixture of herbs and alcohol was beyond him. Shamans should know about herbs, ain't they herbalists first and magcians latter ?

"Human Common:[sblock]Shaman Garrak agrees for Your magic. And he is ... giving condolences that Your warparty didn't managed it with us. And one more, He asks about these human ships that were near our shores recently. Would You tell why they are here ? Agg, don't wriggle or I'll never sew it straight ![/sblock]"

 

[Voadam]

She looks at the paladin before speaking in a hushed tone, “I do not trust the women, but so far she seems to be compliant to Groog, though I do not trust that the little one has our best interests at heart.”

"Trolls are not made of silver." Snarrek replies with a wink.

He then turns to the goblin as the big eared fellow ministers to the paladin and himself with those foul smelling tinctures and torture needles. Snarrek switches from the troll low common to the horde common.

"If whole village of deaduns come an we need go quicker than goblin legs carry, tell Snarrek and I grab you. But no squirm or armor spikes stick you. And if must fight, Snarrek drop you for axe."

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Aww ! What ? Okay, Snarrek it is good plan."

Replied Groog while sucking his pierced finger. And after he finished with humaness and himself, he packedback all stuff and started unjamming his belowed Gelda. Lady Ravenheart could clearly see that his hands move much more sure and delicately now ... wrethed little thing ! He tortures her with his butcherlike help and now what ?! He treats better his worthless gun than a person !

Groog tries to fix the gun. +9 Build Tech Device skill check. Of course after his "healing ministrations". And Groog's mixture is smelling of herbs and cactus vodka.

 

[Evil Ujio]

"Aww ! What ? Okay, Snarrek it is good plan."

Replied Groog while sucking his pierced finger. And after he finished with humaness and himself, he packedback all stuff and started unjamming his belowed Gelda. Lady Ravenheart could clearly see that his hands move much more sure and delicately now ... wrethed little thing ! He tortures her with his butcherlike help and now what ?! He treats better his worthless gun than a person !

Groog tries to fix the gun. +9 Build Tech Device skill check. Of course after his "healing ministrations". And Groog's mixture is smelling of herbs and cactus vodka.

Groog rolls a 23 and fixes his weapon while Garrak receives 8 hit points back from the Paladin’s healing spells.

Lady Ravenheart nods and places her palms on Garrak and utters a hymnal as his wounds seal and a bright glow glitters around her hands. She removes her hands and looks to Groog and speaks.

Groog

[sblock] “I cannot reveal at this time our mission here, Groog, but we bore no ill will towards these creat- your allies. Thank you for your attention, Groog, the Light be with you little one. I accept the orc’s words in good faith”[/sblock]

Lekah looks at Groog surprised, with a raised brow. She smiles, but the smile is more like a wolf sizing up its prey then something that could be considered good natured. She turns to scout ahead with a glance to Snarrek.

Meanwhile Groog deftly fixes his weapon while the paladin tries to not stare at the various horde members around her, but not quite succeeding.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak nods respectfully to the paladin after she has applied her healing magics. He runs the sharpening stone down the blade of his axe a few times until he is satisfied and returns it to Groog with a word of thanks.

"I am ready to move on, assuming there is nothing else to be done here," he says.

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek nods and begins to lope after Lekah. "To witch."

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Remeber that I'm skinny and taste awful, like all goblins."

Little fellow mused to Lekah, before starting march and giving wide berth to human paladiness. While walking alongside the rest of party.

"Human Common: [sblock]Let's go, let's go. And I prefer to live by my wits ... than with aid from magical forces. Simply, I dislike magic. We can chat along the way, if You wish ...[/sblock]"

He smirked to Garrak, while shaman asked and woman anserved.

"Did I t suprised You that she doesn't want to tell ?"