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

[Evil Ujio]

He stared back at the Green Witch and said cautiously, seemingly less unsettled than before.

"Miss Green Witch, I fear only this what I know is uncontrollable and too dangerous. If I make mistake during my experiments ... Only I will sufer. If sorcerer cast even most innocent spell ... demonkind see it as bright flare, inviting to feast of carnage. I saw carnage wrought by them, and have nightmares to this day ... Even learned how to use magic, to know enemy ... so I say. It is mostly proper gestures and strange words that activate enchanted items. I mean no offense, nor I'm hostile to those who dabble in sorcery. It is their life and sanity they risk, after all. So I apologise if any of my words seem harsh to You, miss. And thank You for delicious meal ... Huh ? Why Snarrek would dislike You Lekah ?"

He raised eyebrow too.

The Green Witch replies, “Indeed terrible things can happen, but any discipline can bring about a terrible end. But a debate of such things is not my purpose this evening, no, indeed it is to bring your minds closer to the task at hand, a hidden enemy awaits you, you will have to trust in yourselves to find the right path. My role is to begin that journey.”

Lekah gives Groog an odd look but says nothing as she turns to Snarrek and whispers, “Is she talking in riddles?”

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak is unmoved by Groog's words. He continues to eat, seemingly of the intent to carry through with his words and discuss the matter at a better time, if at all.

"Begin a journey? Please, tell us more," he asks, reminded of Mirlus' words about his destiny.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Garrak is unmoved by Groog's words. He continues to eat, seemingly of the intent to carry through with his words and discuss the matter at a better time, if at all.

"Begin a journey? Please, tell us more," he asks, reminded of Mirlus' words about his destiny.

Check the OOC Thread Festy posted some goodies for you.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Goblin smiled to Green Witch in agreement, wondering if she had in mind Masked Orc ? Or unliving army of quillboars ? And he spat, not to anyone particular. But slightly sulking.

"I trust my companions, and thought that they trust me ..."

I got WoW RPG and will edit Groog in week or so.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Garrak is unmoved by Groog's words. He continues to eat, seemingly of the intent to carry through with his words and discuss the matter at a better time, if at all.

"Begin a journey? Please, tell us more," he asks, reminded of Mirlus' words about his destiny.

The Green Witch smiles, at least it appears to be a smile, “Your allies trust you Groog, even the human. There are others you can trust on your journey, and those that you trust; that will betray you. Your enemy hides behind many masks, peel away the masks to reveal the true villain… and you shall see a mirror into the self.”

Lekah leans back in her chair listening as Lady ravenheart listens to the words of the orc-seer. The Green Witch focuses her eyes on Garrak, “You must all make dangerous choices. But your first choice in this journey is to choose destiny, or to retreat away from the light. If you choose destiny then you will have to prove your worth…”

 

[Verbatim]

Greyhorn
“You did well on the hunt this day, your ancestors be praised; indeed I welcome our return to the lodge…”

Greyhorn knew that his brothers were out there waiting on him, and the piercing howl sounded to him as if they were hunting for a lost member of one of their pack.

~I must honor this tribe as well, I swore an oath to keep them safe as best I could.~

Looking back towards Azok, Greyhorn saw the questioning look in the older hunter's eyes as the silence in the room seemed to be swelling. Clearing his throat, Greyhorn tried to remember his manners and return a greeting to the elder hunter.

"Thank you Huntmaster Azok, but it is the Earth Mother's blessing that allows us our meal this day. My spear only helped bring down what she knew we needed this day."

Taking a seat across from the older tribesmen, Greyhorn tried not to wince as he settled atop the stool. While his first kill had been a clean one, the second strider had fought like a spirit itself was inside of it, and its hammer-like skull had smashed into his ribs several times before it was killed. While a Healer had offered to take care of the injury after the hunt, Greyhorn had insisted on waiting, a reminder to himself that underestimating any foe should never happen.

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek's eyes harden at the witch's statements, his face flushes as anger comes upon him. "Prove my worth? Bah! Let the spirits of those I killed tell of my valor and skill. No. I plan to kill the fire mask ork and the one tusked demonsworn. And any of his demon touched razormane quillboars or whatever that were not killed and turned into deaduns. Do you have enchantments or advice for us about them or just vague warnings of trust and layers? You said there is a hidden enemy. Without more those are useless words. Tell me something I can use."

 

[Evil Ujio]

Snarrek's eyes harden at the witch's statements, his face flushes as anger comes upon him. "Prove my worth? Bah! Let the spirits of those I killed tell of my valor and skill. No. I plan to kill the fire mask ork and the one tusked demonsworn. And any of his demon touched razormane quillboars or whatever that were not killed and turned into deaduns. Do you have enchantments or advice for us about them or just vague warnings of trust and layers? You said there is a hidden enemy. Without more those are useless words. Tell me something I can use."

“Anger and pride… good, good; you will need that before long. But your anger is misplaced, indeed I know more then I am telling but I am must trust that you have the strength to do what must be done. Your heart and mind must be one, and you must not falter. This test, as it were will aid you more then you know, it is like a forge to temper you, ad once through the crucible you will be stronger then you were before,” the Green Witch replies, “Not to mention the treasures that await you.”

Greyhorn

The wolf howls once more, before Azok replies, “Your strength honors your ancestors tribe brother; honor the spirit of the Hunt and that of your spear,” he pats a large powerful hand on the young Tauren’s shoulders.

The older hunter stands and shakes his mane with a grunt, “Sleep well.”

Greyhorn is left to his own devices; he hears another howl but it sounds closer now. A few moments pass and sees across the fire from him the silvery form of a wolf, it sits looking back at him with eyes that pierce through him.

It sits perfectly still.

 

[Verbatim]

OOC: [sblock] I am going to assume it is a spirit wolf, vice a real wolf, but if I am wrong, please let me know. [/sblock]

While Greyhorn had heard some Hunters, as well as fellow Rovers, speak of having a spirit guide, the young Rover did not believe that he would be granted the priviledge when many said he had not yet finished his growth.

~The Earth Mother calls to us when she is ready, not when we are...~

Standing up from the stool, Greyhorn grabbed his few possessions and approached the wolf, the pain in his ribs all but forgotten in the presence of the spirit guide.

"I am ready brother and will follow where you guide."

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Anger and pride, good ? I agree with Snarrek, You are irritiating. Let me point out what I see as flawed in Your logic, miss Witch. You claim that anger is good ? Anger led Horde twice to defeat. Pride good ? Pride of one orc destroyed our old homeland. Pride of one man, if gossip is true, is destroying human homeland. Maybe next You will claim that magic is inherently harmless ?"

Little guy almost bursted hearing what seeress was speaking, it sounded almost like goblin-merchant heating up atmosphere before selling his stuff for double price. His cheeks were more darker, and redder in the meantime. He stared at the humaness, at Lekah and then stared back at the Green Witch, and he sat back with sulking expression and mumbled almost too quiet to hear.

"I apologise, miss, I overstept guest's rights. I'll pay my debt, whenever You will it."

And he shaked it off, and smiled mishiefvously. While feeding the crow with piece of meat.

"It mean that whatever You require of us, I'll do it for free. But You should reward my companions, and provide shelter for my ... prisoner. If I die during this mission, You should leave to Your brethen, miss Celia. I don't wish those under my responsibility to suffer."