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

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"I rested at this wonderful treat, miss. But I'm concerned that many hostile forces gathered around our small village and we don't have luxury of time. Let's vote.
I vote to go without more rest than we were given already by our generous host. Shaman Garrak ? Miss Lekah ? Warrior Snarrek ? Miss Celia ?"

And Groog returned to his disturbed meal, since little thievish bird went out.

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek shrugs. "I am ready now."

 

[Festy_Dog]

"If my healing magics are going to be needed against this Blood Mauler, and I feel they will be, then I will need rest prior to fighting it as I can shape no more energies this day. I would appreciate resting now, as it means I am ready to assist in any future conflicts," Garrak states his case.

 

[Evil Ujio]

"If my healing magics are going to be needed against this Blood Mauler, and I feel they will be, then I will need rest prior to fighting it as I can shape no more energies this day. I would appreciate resting now, as it means I am ready to assist in any future conflicts," Garrak states his case.

Lady Ravenheart nods, “As much as this business of your village sounds dire, I must agree with Garrak, I will need time to rest and gather my power for future trials. I would like to rest, just long enough to be prepared.”

Lekah grins, “I am all for resting, but if you boys are in such haste,” she clucks, “I can oblige that as well.”

Greyhorn

Many days of slow journey pass as the merchant caravan comes into sight of the city of Crossroads. Its large walls dominate the yellow savannah; thankfully no attacks from the centaurs as the caravan passes through the gates of the Crossroads.

The city, larger then anything Greyhorn is used too, it merges the styles of the Tauren with that of the Orc architecture. The caravan chief, an old gray haired orc by the name of Gruthis approaches Greyhorn, “Well we made it to Crossroads, not sure of what you have planned to do here so far from Mulgore, but I bid you good travels.”

With that Greyhorn is left to his own devices in the city of the Crossroads.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

So we stay. Night. Yaawn !

And goblin put his black googles on, his Army's Boots released his tiny feet ... and he walked outside. There he was doing strange things with his knife ... until it turned into small tent.

I can fit small person, that won't snooze loudly !

 

[Evil Ujio]

Gonna assume then that you guys take a night to rest?

 

[Verbatim]

Greyhorn looks around the Crossroads and tries to keep his composure as he takes in the sights all around him. Knowing he has few silvers in his coin pouch, he prays to the Earth Mother and his ancestors that the prices are not inflated too greatly.

Trying to appear as relaxed as his taunt nerves will allow him, Greyhorn heads towards an inn, and hopefully towards a hot meal before he renews his journey.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Greyhorn looks around the Crossroads and tries to keep his composure as he takes in the sights all around him. Knowing he has few silvers in his coin pouch, he prays to the Earth Mother and his ancestors that the prices are not inflated too greatly.

Trying to appear as relaxed as his taunt nerves will allow him, Greyhorn heads towards an inn, and hopefully towards a hot meal before he renews his journey.

The inn is easily found, and instantly Greyhorn gets a feeling of corruption wash over him as a party of three Forsaken pass him into the inn. The last to enter a woman glances at the Tauren with glowing yellow eyes that look out from a darkened hood. The undead take a seat and the rest of the inn seems a lively place with live drum music from a gathering of trolls, with a female troll dancer and several orcs playing some kind of card game around a large table.

The atmosphere is for the most part wild, loud, and unrestrained. The innkeep a Tauren with large horns approaches Greyhorn, “Welcome stranger, you looking for some rest?”

 

[Festy_Dog]

Rest it is.

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek shrugs and partakes more of the host's hospitality, settling in.