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

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak, like Celia, quickly tires of the presence of the centaurs. He strolls up the hill to where Celia stands, easily prefering the company of a pink-skin over the wretched hooved ones. He doesn't try to make conversation, since it would be pointless, but stands a short distance from Celia and looks back into the centaur camp. Standing around watching the back of a (temporary) comrade was time better spent than lounging with the evil creatures below.

 

[Evil Ujio]

The party continues to move through the barrens as over head the weather turns gray and foul, and by the time it is nearing midnight and the party is quite exhausted from the day’s events and travels it begins to rain. The rain does not seem to bother the pink-skin too much she seems quite used to being in the elements perhaps from many a military campaign.

Lightning strikes in the distance followed by rumbling thunder as the rain falls in buckets, the heroes can find no shelter besides that which they can create. All they have is high grass all around them… and darkness.

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek sticks close to Lekah.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Goblin checked his beloved gun and whistled at the rest of party. Barking orcish word that he taught Celia already.

Soon.

Sorry guys, I'm sick ... so I'll update not very frequently

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak looked up at the sky as the rain fell. He squinted against it, trying to find malice hidden within the clouds. The Earth Mother certainly did not feel like giving them an easy time tonight. Punishment for not killing more centaurs perhaps. It was justified.

Seeing Snarrek sticking close to Lekah gave Garrak an idea. There was no cover for quite some distance, so becoming soaked was inevitable, but there was perhaps a means of avoiding the worst of it. Garrak sat himself down amoung the grass, then indicated to Celia for her to do the same. He sat his backpack in his lap then adjusted himself so that he and Celia were back-to-back. Thusly, they could lean against one another to sleep and not have to lie in the water.

Once the order of who takes which watch is arranged, he gets some shut-eye and waits to be woken.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Celia looks somewhat perplexed at first at Garrok’s plan, but she recognizes it and nods, placing her back against the orc shaman. She rests her large mace across her lap, but keeps her crimson hair tied up in a bun to stay out of her eyes. The watches are made but no creature is brave enough to disturb the heroes, indeed there is very little life it seems out here.

The morning comes, and sometime in the night the rain had subsided but left everything damp and smelling fresh. The sun rises on Barrens and once more the treacherous peaks that make up the supposed lair of the Blood Mauler come into view.

Garrok sees in the distance, the silhouette of a wolf…

 

[Festy_Dog]

The sight of the wolf puzzled Garrak. It was uncommon to see one by itself in the Barrens, most in this place were kept as pets by Quillboars. Was it an omen of some sort? Garrak reviewed as much of his lessons as he could remember, looking for meaning in the wolf's silhouette. He points it out to the others.

"What do you make of it, Lekah?" he asks the sharp-eyed troll, wanting a second opinion.

Knowledge (religion) +6

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Groog was snoring soundly, hugging his gun.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Garrak remembers from his tutelage that wolves were held in high regard by his ancestors, and often the sign of a wolf is seen as a great omen of battle… but also the shepherd of death.

Lekah looks out, “I don’t know, wolves run in packs, a lone wolf is usually that way for a reason.”

Celia looks as well but waits for the others to make a decision, seeing as she is in the minority. Lekah turns back to Garrak, “I suggest we move forward.”

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak's brow furrows in contemplation. Battle and death, it hinted that the Blood Mauler was perhaps not too far away.

“I suggest we move forward.”

The shaman nodded, "I'll wake Groog then."

He gives the goblin a nudge with his boot.

"We should probably be moving on, Groog," Garrak suggested.