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

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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?”

"While you honor the ancestors by offering me lodging, I must be leaving soon. However I would enjoy a meal to quiet my insides and drink to wash the road from my throat."

As his eyes roamed across the common room once more, Greyhorn tried not to stare at the Forsaken who had entered, but found he could not look away easily. While he looked forward to the day he would be among the Ancestors, before him were those who had been recalled from the embrace of the Earth Mother.

~Let me be away from this place soon...~

 

[Evil Ujio]

"While you honor the ancestors by offering me lodging, I must be leaving soon. However I would enjoy a meal to quiet my insides and drink to wash the road from my throat."

As his eyes roamed across the common room once more, Greyhorn tried not to stare at the Forsaken who had entered, but found he could not look away easily. While he looked forward to the day he would be among the Ancestors, before him were those who had been recalled from the embrace of the Earth Mother.

~Let me be away from this place soon...~

The innkeeper smiles, “May your ancestors be praised,” he leaves and gets Greyhorn a meal and drink for a mere seven copper coins. The meal is enough to sustain the large Tauren for now although the strange sights around him serve little to put the scout at ease. Crossroads is alive with alien sights, sounds, and scents not found in his native Mulgore.

Everything seems so fast paced, there is little ritual, only action, the pursuit of commerce for its own ends devoid of any spiritual attachment.

As he wanders the streets searching for what it is he must find, he hears a howl in the distance, a piercing howl of urgency. When he takes a moment to look for the sound he spots the silver wolf amidst the hapless denizens and visitors to the city; it howls once again and takes off at a run towards the horizon.

The Party Rests

Garrak has a strange dream…

[sblock] It is the dead of night, he is alone on the rocks just outside of Kurga’s Stand, the moon is full and a brilliant red. To his right sits the Green Witch, on his left sits Mirlus. The waters of the sea reflect the image of the moon.

Mirlus speaks, “Do not trust the half-kin witch; her magic is foul, and she seeks to pervert you to her own ends.”

The Green Witch speaks, “You are touched by the spirits in a way I shall never know, use your wisdom to discern what is foul and what is right. An innocent life depends on your strength.”

Garrak feels himself falling then, for a long time before he lands softly on his feet, standing before a silver wolf. The wolf howls…[/sblock]

A piercing howl shatters the sleep of the party and they find themselves sleeping under a tree, with no sign of the abode that was the Green Witch’s home. Lady Ravenheart looks perturbed but says nothing gathering her wits. No one is quite sure what happened in the night during your sleep but you feel refreshed, a large bowl of fruit and bread sits nearest Groog, while a large jug of water sits near Snarrek.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Groog stared from his tent on suprised looking people and grinned to them.

"Yo kittens! Garrak, was she half-orc like Garona ?"

And to Celia Ravenheart:

"Human Common:[sblock]Good morning, miss knight ! Why such expression ? Sorceresr are fickle by the very nature of their ... way.[/sblock]"

 

[Evil Ujio]

Groog stared from his tent on suprised looking people and grinned to them.

"Yo kittens! Garrak, was she half-orc like Garona ?"

And to Celia Ravenheart:

"Human Common:[sblock]Good morning, miss knight ! Why such expression ? Sorceresr are fickle by the very nature of their ... way.[/sblock]"

Celia smiles, though forced in common...

[sblock] “I am fine, I am just not used to such changes, masters of the arcane are no different among the orcs then they are among my people. She looked much softer then most orcs I know, perhaps she was a half-breed… I have heard of such things before.”

She hefts her massive warhammer over her shoulder and cracks her neck with a stretch, “I think we know what we must do though… and for you I have a task. Teach me the tongue of the orcs, I would much like to learn from the faith healer Garrak, his demeanor is different then what I have grown accustomed to seeing in orcs.”[/sblock]
The human womans speaks in the unknown tongue once more, looking at Garrak with her massive warhammer over her shoulder.

 

[Voadam]

"Hmmpf!" Snarrek sniffs the water in the jug then packs it up with his stuff, getting ready to go.

 

[Evil Ujio]

"Hmmpf!" Snarrek sniffs the water in the jug then packs it up with his stuff, getting ready to go.

Lekah crouches running her fingers through the dirt, “Hmm… where did witch go,” she looks to Snarrek, “I am beginning to lose my taste for magic, always mysterious it is. Give me cold steel and a strong arm to that any day. Groog is the pink one ready for travel?”

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Groog smirked to Lekah and said with mishiefvousness dripping from his tongue.

"Lekah, pinkie is ready ... and she wants to talk with our Shaman. Well ... he is big and impressive, what do Ya think of her taste, miss scout ? My ... voodoo is almost ready."

He pulled something on his small tent and with terrible noises it packed itself back. Later he took his army's backpack and donned his boots, making humaness wait. And inspired by some eviltry he yelled at orc shaman, laugh vibrating in his voice ... obviously he is joking.

"Garrak ! Shall I tell her that Ya have jealous fiancee ?"

And he turned to humaness, with raised eyebrow. And serious expression on his face, before he started piling food left by Green Witch. Somehow he managed to pack it up in his cape, and looks now encumbranced like mule. Still it seems to not impede goblin much ...

"Human Common: [sblock]Do You have gold ? Or in the worst case ... silver ? We can chat on the way, trolls are impatient. So am I. I shall be at village, helping to reinforce defenses ... not running around after meaningless glory.[/sblock]"

He spoke to her with facial expression indicating he asks her about money.

"Let's go !"

Guys ... imagine that she asked Groog to do something for free !

 

[Evil Ujio]

Groog smirked to Lekah and said with mishiefvousness dripping from his tongue.

"Lekah, pinkie is ready ... and she wants to talk with our Shaman. Well ... he is big and impressive, what do Ya think of her taste, miss scout ? My ... voodoo is almost ready."

Lekah raises a brow, “I care little what that pink fleshed whore wants, the sooner we bleed her, the better off we be, I say. You really think she is on our side,” she hisses, “she is a viper in our nest, and in my experience viper’s tend to bite… but what kills you is the poison.”

And he turned to humaness, with raised eyebrow. And serious expression on his face, before he started piling food left by Green Witch. Somehow he managed to pack it up in his cape, and looks now encumbranced like mule. Still it seems to not impede goblin much ...

"Human Common: [sblock]Do You have gold ? Or in the worst case ... silver ? We can chat on the way, trolls are impatient. So am I. I shall be at village, helping to reinforce defenses ... not running around after meaningless glory.[/sblock]"

He spoke to her with facial expression indicating he asks her about money.

"Let's go !"

Guys ... imagine that she asked Groog to do something for free !

Groog
[sblock]“I have gold,” Celia replies, “enough to sustain me even in this barbarous locale. Will I have need of spending my personal wealth, if so then let me know, I don’t have much but I believe I have enough to sustain myself.”[/sblock]

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Yo kittens! Garrak, was she half-orc like Garona ?"

Garrak simply nods, looking a little dumbfounded just after waking up. He looks around, seemingly startled about something and possibly looking for whatever it was.

The human womans speaks in the unknown tongue once more, looking at Garrak with her massive warhammer over her shoulder.

Garrak shrugs, looking slightly disappointed.

"A pity, but it seems we can no longer speak to each other, at least until I have mastered the blessings which could overcome such a barrier," he replies, half expecting Groog to translate.

"Garrak ! Shall I tell her that Ya have jealous fiancee ?"

The shaman smiles, somewhat amused by the goblin's humour.

"No need, pinkskins don't really strike my fancy. Perhaps if she was greener she'd have a chance, maybe," Garrak replies with a chuckle, "I'll be back in a few minutes."

With that, Garrak goes and finds a quiet spot for himself. He takes some time to perform his daily prayers, honouring the ancestors, the Earth Mother, and the elements.

Great deeds have been etched into our fates. May I have the resolution and strength to support my worthy colleagues, and should I ever fail, may someone capable take my place...

And the human woman. Her presence is cryptic, but must be the Earth Mother's will. I pray she fulfills her own objectives without bringing harm to our peoples.

He returns to the others soon enough, and his things are shortly packed.

"I am ready," he says, a new and invigorated gleam in his eye.

 

[Voadam]

"I am ready," he says, a new and invigorated gleam in his eye.

Snarrek stretches his lanky green limbs, cricks his neck from side to side then hefts his axe.

"Good. Lekah great scout. Lekah lead way. Shaman, can tell whether witch food or water is magik?"