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

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Showing no sign of fear, goblin raised an eyebrow in mildly curious expression.

Where is this liar ? This wretch tried to decide for You, and now it pretends to speak in my name ? All of them are my warriors.

Cold anger started to rise in goblin's tone while his eyes moved coldly over the lesser centaurs, and suddenly he changed his tone while speaking to chief, something like grudging respect appeared in it.

I were passing by, and remembering one pitiful slave's tale of Your strength and cunning ... I decided to visit You, Chief. There is unrest in razormane grounds. Stupid pigs moved against my Chief of Orc Chiefs, Thrall. He'll crush them like bugs, just like You do with Your enemies. Like all great chiefs do.
Thus ... I'm going to reveal to You my goal, that You already know in Your wisdom ... it is nothing about slaves or attacking Your tribe.
It is about putting to the blade one traitor.
Chief of Chiefs, Great Thrall ... wants a cup made of the skull of Blood Mauler.
I want it's death ... traitors have no right to breathe in my eyes.

And he smiled respectfully to the Centaur Chieftain.

So ... great Chief, what other lies this ... slave of Yours told, too ? If You wish ... I could allow one of my women-warriors to entertain Your eyes by showing him his rightful place. I would just ... kill him.

Then he looked around, as if seeing archers and spoke again to the Chief. Nodding with respectful manner, while staring at the other centaurs as if they were unimportant ... and at the muscular brute who greeted them earlier, as if he were bug to crush under foot.

Archers ? Clever, just like I expected from real chief.
But let me repeat again. I'm here not to destroy Your tribe. Not this I were ordered by Chief of Chiefs.

Hehe ... I sincirely hope I won't have to fight full blown Centaur to prove my worth in the eyes of the Chief. And even more that noone will tell Thrall what Groog is lying here. Not that I wouldn't send Warchief cup of the skull of the Blood Mauler.

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek looks over the centaurs, gauging the level to swing his greataxe so as to cleave through thin equine shin bones.

 

[Evil Ujio]

The centaur chieftain turns his gaze to the “offending” underling and a glimmer of an idea passes his eyes. The chieftain turns his scarred face to Groog, “I like the idea of battle, this one has aspirations for ‘greatness’, perhaps it is time that he proves he is worthy of greatness. Choose your champion goblin and if he survives battle with Garok then I will allow you safe passage through my lands, if he fails, then you will forfeit your lives.”

The chieftain glowers, “Is that satisfactory?”

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek grins, exposing more of his large tusks. The jungle troll openly evaluates the centaur champion.

 

[Voadam]

"A challenge of mortal combat?" the troll's grin becomes a wide tusked smile. "Snarrek could use another servant in spirit world."

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Settled, then. But give our host some sort of entertainment, Snarrek.

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek tosses his cloak back so that the large spikes on his dark armor are prominently displayed as he strides confidently forward. His eyes burn into those of the centaur as he swings his axe around to loosen his muscles. The urge to fight surges within him as he stares down his large opponent. Snarrek looks ready to unleash his fury upon the insulting beast.

 

[Evil Ujio]

The chieftain nods, “Then it is settled the troll, Snarrek, shall challenge Garok for your freedom. If he wins you may travel freely having proven your strength to my people; but if Garok wins then your heads are mine.”

Garok laughs, “I will kill him.”

“See that you do,” the chieftain says, “the duel begins at dusk, prepare yourself Snarrek.”

The party is left to sit in the holding area till dusk. Lekah grins to Snarrek, “That centaur is weak and a fool, kill him and you shall earn even more of my favor,” she runs her fingers softly along Snarrek’s muscles.

Celia speaks to Groog…

[sblock] “So what is the plan Master Groog, it looks like some deal was struck… and from what I saw words were passed between the man-troll, Snarrek and a centaur… to what ends?”[/sblock]

 

[Festy_Dog]

[orc]"I guess one centaur will have to do,"[/orc] Garrak says, once the challenge has been organised, [orc]"All this waiting is losing us travel time, however.[/orc]

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Human Common:
[sblock]Troll will kill someone at dusk and we won't have to slaughter all centaurs. Enjoy the show ... imagine that this is knightly duel ... from the time when humans didn't had iron yet. And were as savage as orcs are now. Snarrek's oponent is competitor to chieftain's position and for free passage we'll have to deal with him. Don't interfere, our troll is mighty warrior. But remember one thing, Lekah ... trolless dislikes You already. Don't smile at him or anything. Trolls are temperamental lot. And Snarrek is Berserker. He drinked these goblin potions devised during second war ... and they driven him even crazier than usual. But he is loyal ally.[/sblock]

Then he smiled to Snarrek nastily. Seemingly eager to see his powerful friend in combat ... while not being busy to keep himself alive.

We'll prepare campfire for You, so You could eat his heart afterwards ... if he will show himself worth anything.

Trollish, with laughable accent:
Sorry that I robbed You of pleasure of slaughtering everyone in camp, we don't have enough time ... maybe later.