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

"Always have time for hacking." Snarrek says with a feral grin as he shifts his grip on his large axe slightly. "But no problem following Lekah around centaurs."
 

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Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

We don't have time to waste. I remebered what cousin of a cousin said about the centaurs. Avoid, they are like orc who's tusks are aching.

And he smiled at Lekah showing her his golden teeth. And said sweetly.

Did You thought about that that centaurs would take such approach as a sign of weakness ? And slaughter You ?

And goblin started marching straigh into centaur village proudly, with nose raised high and gun resting easily on his shoulder. He stared at paladiness and smiled, warmer than to Lekah.

Human Common:
[sblock] Miss Celia, did You thought trough my proposal ? You don't have to pay me with extact gold. I can see that You know how to wield hammer ... and it mean You could repay me by helping in my smithy. Back home. It's fair deal ... and please don't attack centaurs, nor show any sign of fear. Preferably show no emotions. [/sblock]
 

Celia looks a little surprised and speaks…

[sblock] “Payment… I suppose I can help you around your workshop,” she replies before frowning slightly, “and I am not afraid, nor shall I show fear to these wretched smelly creatures.”[/sblock]

Celia follows the goblin, her mighty hammer over her shoulder. The goblin gets about twenty paces before a six centaurs come rushing towards the party. They come within fifteen feet and pause, the largest of them, a muscled brute with quite the stench calls forward in Low Common, “You must be foolish to tread these lands, speak your business or we will skin you all alive!”
 

With a grunt of displeasure Garrak gets to his feet once more. He lets the goblin do the talking, and rests his hands on his hips impatiently. His axe is close at hand on his belt however, should it be required.
 

Snarrek follows the goblin, if there is to be a fight Snarrek will be in the thick of it. At the centaur's threat Snarrek grins a big tusked sneer.
 

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Goblin stared back fiercely at the centaur, and spatted calm and weighted words at him.

I have business with Your chief, centaur. And don't provoke my troll bodyguard, he's hungry.

And he smiled slightly, behaving in bold ... but not insuliting manner. Fully knowing that centaurs will attack on the slightest sign of weakness, but these brutes respect strength. Spirit or flesh, it doesn't matter. Just like more stupid orcs. So Grood just stood there, standing patiently and chewing slowly piece of bread ... as if possessing whole time in the world.

Heh, I'm hoping I didn't judged them wrongly. Since chief himself couldn't lower his standing by reciving visitors ... he sended most troublesome upstart, maybe. Guys, what do You think of getting centaur guide ? More bloodthirsty than band of Scarlet Crusaders ... :heh:

DM, Groog readies action ... shooting action. :]
 

The centaur scowls, “Chief will not see the likes of you, goblin. You are a fool to believe that you bring anything of value to our lord’s table. He is the ruler of all that you see before you, he crushes orcs and tauren with ease; he rains death on our enemies. You who bring nothing… unless you bring slaves,” he looks over Lekah and the human with a sneer.
 

Snarrek's eyes harden at the centaur's words and he cricks his neck from side to side. Rage bubbles right beneath the surface ready to erupt.
 

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Groog grinned to the brute, letting him see all his golden and pointy teeth.

You are challenging Your chief, to decide who he will meet and who he will not meet ? Don't try my patience anymore ... or I'll let trolls to ate Your thin bones as an aperitif. Your chief should decide if he'll met us and speak about wakening of Blood Mauler. And Razormanes on the warpath. Not someone like You.

He then spoke quietly to Lekah, then to paladiness.

Orcish:
Do You think that baked properly, this usurper could be fed to dogs without making them puke ? It may even humour Centaur Chief.

Human Common:
[sblock]Redhead ... if combat erupts ... back up Shaman, he isn't as tough as trolls. And won't attack You on slightest provocative move. And You seem to like him.
Did he sounded slightly envious ?[/sblock]
 

The centaur spits and then speaks, “Hmmph, follow me then goblin, bring your slaves as well. The chieftain will make his decision about how to best deal with you wretches,” he says turning, the rest of the centaurs taking up positions around the party.

They take you into the camp, a smelly wretched place, showing you to an open air shelter with an animal skin overhead to provide some shade from the hot sun. The party is left under guard while the leader fetches the “chieftain”.

Lekah laughs, “Well this is better then dying I suppose. To think we are slaves is amusing, but I will only go along with this plan for so long before I gut someone.”

Celia finally replies to Groog…

[sblock] “Like him…” she looks to the orc, “I admire his honor and spiritual strength, it is a mere curiosity is all, this is the first time I have ever actually spoken to one, not counting a war cry. Let’s focus on surviving this current situation, Master Groog. I fear we are in the mouth of the lion…”[/sblock]
 

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