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

"Heh, by the time he actually starts noticing his wounds they'll be far less severe than they are now," Garrak notes, impressed by his colleague's prowess.
 

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The chieftain finally breaks a smile, and claps slowly. The other centaurs that were unconsciously holding their collective breaths follow suit as the chieftain speaks, “It is decided by blood, you may travel freely through these lands under my auspice. Take care not to wear out your welcome. You may have my son’s shield as a trophy for your victory, Snarrek.”

The chieftain claps, “Bring food and music, we celebrate before we mourn.”

Lekah leaps up and down before leaping on Snarrek’s shoulder with a shrill-like cheer; she is quite pleased with her hunter this evening. Celia slightly relaxes but not by much.
 

Snarrek sweeps Lekah around with one long arm for an exultant embrace.

Glorious combat, spoils of war, and celebration, this was a good way to start off.
 

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Human Common:
[sblock]Well, miss knight ... feels relived ? I certainly am. Hate combat.[/sblock]

When the celebration started, Groog waited util it was proper and then raised cup honoring his mighty host and his generosity, as apporiate. And entertained everybody with tale of the Rise of Dead Pigs ... coloured only slightly to show how his companions were lethally efficient, despite overhelming numbers of the undead. And of course he didn't mentioned Celia's arrival ... leaving this unspoken, as if she were travelling with them all the time.

Diplomacy, +6
 

Garrak remains quiet, somewhat disgruntled at the amount of time that has been spent in centaur territory when he thought it was meant to be a shortcut.
 

The centaurs do not seemed too moved by the story but seeing how quickly Snarrek is healing and the fact that he took down Garok gives them some pause. Celia nods…

[sblock] “Combat is the last resort not a means to an end nor entertainment, one should fight to defend; combat for the sake of combat is sinful and leads to pride and hubris. I would rather be away from these wretched creatures they stink,” she comments.[/sblock]

Celia seems to have the same mood as Garrek, and folds her arms across her chest, her face stern and resolute.

Diplomacy check was an 11 :(
 

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

As fast as it were apporiate Groog urged his team out from the centaur village. And when they were walking towards the demon-beast's lair he replied Celia's words.

Human Common:
[sblock]You speak like person who learned something from the book, instead of experience. I had experience with orcs, goblins ... humans and even tauren. You all are equally savage as centaurs, or us goblins. It all sicken me, Your and Garrak's fanatism ... his in his philosophy of new orc way, and You with Your philosphy that is too refined for earth walking person like me. All I see are results of Your actions ... Guess why it is rare goblin who trades with humans ? Your kin is as bloodthirsty as orcs, but in more dangerous way. And untrustworthy on the most part. How often goblin get robbed and killed in human lands ? Much more often than orcs ... Yes, even among other goblins there is less backstabbing and throat-cuttin' than among humans. Then ... explain me, in simple words Your philosophy ... I need to know when to calm potential boiling point. To save Your hide, and all ... meanwhile we'll continue Your lessons.[/sblock]

After this angry sermon, that he barked at the woman. He turned his stare at Lekah and smiled slightly at her. And spoke confidentially ... so Snarrek wouldn't overhear.

Well, miss ... It seems that You hunted sucesfully. And as for human woman, I'll tell You first if she ever betrays my terms ... will it satisfy You ? Will You belive that she claims that centaurs are evil because they stink ?

Wow, did I worsened their attiude ? :p
 

Snarrek smiles at the goblin. "Enough Snarrek's blood for good show, eh!" and tosses back his head to laugh heatily. "Turning back to Lekah he says to her "Do you want a shield for against the Mauler? I just happen to have one now."
 

Voadam said:
Snarrek smiles at the goblin. "Enough Snarrek's blood for good show, eh!" and tosses back his head to laugh heatily. "Turning back to Lekah he says to her "Do you want a shield for against the Mauler? I just happen to have one now."
She cast a glance to the other members of the group before smiling, “Of course my mighty champion, I will cherish this gift,” she purrs running her fingers suggestively over the shield. She continues to run her fingers over Snarrek’s shoulder.

Celia rolls her eyes, though one is not sure if it is at Lekah or Groog, and moves to the top of a hill and looks at the rolling hills of the Barrens. In the distance the rolling high grasslands give way to treacherous peaks and mountains and the lair of the Blood Mauler…
 


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