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

[Evil Ujio]

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."

The Green Witch laughs, “You see the world in such a small way even those facets that you see as flaws will drive you. Your vices are just as important as your virtues. You misunderstand, I will not be giving you riches, but your test and your test will grant you riches that you will need in your journey. Indeed a powerful weapon against evil now rests in the hands of a beast most foul.”

“If you trust me then I shall give you the knowledge to find and best the beats known as the Blood Mauler,” the Green Witch replies.

Greyhorn

The wolf turns and starts walking, at a slow pace, turning every now and then to motion with its head to follow. It says nothing and walks slowly across the plains of Mulgore. The moons hanging high in the sky; Greyhorn follows the wolf for hours on their journey of silence until it pauses before a large stone with runes carved into its surface.

The silvery wolf howls to the night sky and sits before the stone.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak seems disapproving of Groog's outburst, but holds his tongue.

"What is this Blood Mauler?" he asks the Green Witch.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Goblin grinned evilly back to woman, seemingly forgetting about his fear in a fit of passion that goblins are known of.

"You aren't going to help us against undying Razormanes ? Cool. Do You know that Ventrue Co. is nearby Your dwelling ? Do You know what kind of guys the are ? Even Lekah was stepping warily around them. And they are worse than demons, in a way. Besides ... it is You who conjured us there. Without reward only I'll go, for I feel indebted. Snarrek ... it is his choice what he'll do and I wouldn't be suprised if he will go fight our real enemies. Ways of the Shamans are ... difficult to understand for me, their worldview is more alien to me than this of humans.
So ... where is this what You want, how can I do that. And what will happen if I blew thing up. And I'll warn You, miss witch, that if this include lengthy journey I'll get back here later. I have very important matters on my head, like defending my home from undead and orc walock ... or worse even, one of orginal evil shamans from the Gul'dan's circle."

Festy, Groog have Cha 8, he couldn't be nice.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Goblin grinned evilly back to woman, seemingly forgetting about his fear in a fit of passion that goblins are known of.

"You aren't going to help us against undying Razormanes ? Cool. Do You know that Ventrue Co. is nearby Your dwelling ? Do You know what kind of guys the are ? Even Lekah was stepping warily around them. And they are worse than demons, in a way. Besides ... it is You who conjured us there. Without reward only I'll go, for I feel indebted. Snarrek ... it is his choice what he'll do and I wouldn't be suprised if he will go fight our real enemies. Ways of the Shamans are ... difficult to understand for me, their worldview is more alien to me than this of humans.
So ... where is this what You want, how can I do that. And what will happen if I blew thing up. And I'll warn You, miss witch, that if this include lengthy journey I'll get back here later. I have very important matters on my head, like defending my home from undead and orc walock ... or worse even, one of orginal evil shamans from the Gul'dan's circle."

Festy, Groog have Cha 8, he couldn't be nice.

The Green Witch hisses and her dark hair waves on its own, “Never speak that name in my house,” her eyes narrow slowly, “there is power in names, and some should be forgotten.”

She lets the words hang for a moment before she turns to Garrak, “The Blood Mauler, was an orc once… but was corrupted; now it is more beast then orc now, a creature of savage fury with great strength and power. To slay the Blood Mauler is to prove your strength of nerves and blade… it sleeps usually but I fear that it has awakened… and soon it will gorge itself on fresh living flesh. Seek out its lair and slay it, and you can have what treasures may lie within… one in particular you will need; the Fel Blade of An’Khresh.”

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak nods solemnly, not having envisioned an easy path to gaining the strength needed to overcome the challenges ahead.

"Sounds as though this Fel Blade of An'Kresh could serve you well, Snarrek," he notes, interested in getting a look at the weapon.

I know, I've seen Groog's stats, but Garrak hasn't.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Groog gave her an grandmother of all raised eyebrows.

"O ... I didn't know You met him too. But, to my great relief, my uncle's friend saw him dying. At the hands of orcs, by order of Doomhammer. He and his clan were put to axe. Sleep tight, dead orcs stay dead ... I hope."

I loathe Warcraft III wersion of events. Gul'dan had only two small clans at his disposal, and blaming him for all evil/failures that orcs wrought/suffered is simply ... not a thing honorable orc would do.

Upon hearing about Blood Mauler he sighed and started checking his weapons, whistling battlesong of Dragonmaw clan.

"Miss Green Witch, do You want head of this orc ?"

Then he turned to Calia and smiled to her slightly.

"Well, I would like to hear Your advice, too, Miss Captain Knight. Did You fought orcs ... corrupted by sorcery ... before ?"

He said last line just to not piss off Garrak and Green Witch, wich would be unwise. This Blood Mauler sounded like ordinary Horde Grunt for him. All was simpler 10 years ago, when Gul'dan died and orcs ceased summoning demons ...

 

[Verbatim]

Greyhorn

The wolf turns and starts walking, at a slow pace, turning every now and then to motion with its head to follow. It says nothing and walks slowly across the plains of Mulgore. The moons hanging high in the sky; Greyhorn follows the wolf for hours on their journey of silence until it pauses before a large stone with runes carved into its surface.

The silvery wolf howls to the night sky and sits before the stone.

In the tranquility of their walk, the Rover lost track of everything around him save the silvery wolf that guided him until at long last it seemed their travel for the night was at a pause.

Approaching the rune covered stone, Greyhorn reached out with tentative fingers and traced the carved etchings.

"I have followed you brother, yet I am unsure of this. I have never learned to read the runes of my people..."

 

[Voadam]

“If you trust me then I shall give you the knowledge to find and best the beats known as the Blood Mauler,” the Green Witch replies.

Snarrek actually looks a little captivated by the tale of the blood mauler and the promise of riches and a potent named weapon in its hoard.

"Tell me how to find this mauler. From the sounds of it, a worthy foe. We will see if he sings my praises in the spirit world."

 

[Evil Ujio]

Snarrek actually looks a little captivated by the tale of the blood mauler and the promise of riches and a potent named weapon in its hoard.

"Tell me how to find this mauler. From the sounds of it, a worthy foe. We will see if he sings my praises in the spirit world."

“Indeed, slaying the Blood Mauler will be quite a feat for you all. If you seek it out then you will find its lair to the east in a place that has been fouled by foul magic. It is both demon and flesh, and if you fail it will consume you body and soul,” the Green Witch replies.

She pauses, “You will need all the luck you can muster, and technological toys you can build,” she grins.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Approaching the rune covered stone, Greyhorn reached out with tentative fingers and traced the carved etchings.

"I have followed you brother, yet I am unsure of this. I have never learned to read the runes of my people..."

The wolf speaks in the Tauren tongue, “Greyhorn, it is your time,” the wolf shifts slowly in shape till it stands taller then Greyhorn, it the ghostly figure of a Tauren chieftain. The spirit focuses on Greyhorn with silvery eyes, “I am your ancestor, Greyhorn, and I have been chosen to guide you on your path. You must go far on your journey.”

The Tauren spirit pauses, “Greyhorn, rest now, in the morning you will head out of Mulgore into the Barrens. If you survive I will find you again.”