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

[Voadam]

Snarrek rises and shakes off the remnants of the rain. Hefting his axe he is ready.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

With a malignant light in his hald-wake eyes goblin rised and started aiming at the orc shaman only to shake his head violently and spit out.

Apologies, Shaman Garrak ... these nightmares ... again.

He flexed his neck, in a way similiar to Snarrek's, and grinned viciously.

So ... what we are waiting for ? There is demon to kill !

 

[Festy_Dog]

Apologies, Shaman Garrak ... these nightmares ... again.

Garrak was surprised, to say the least. Having one of those mechanical contraptions that flung metal ingots at horrying speeds pointed at his face was not what he had intended to have in his morning. After a gimace, then a moment of relief when Groog realised what was happening, he decided he needed a little space.

"Someone else can wake you next time, Groog," Garrak said.

[ooc: Hey folks, I'm going to be away for anything up to two weeks. I'll try catch up if given opportunity but I can't be certain whether that will happen. Feel free to autopilot Garrak nonetheless.]

 

[Evil Ujio]

Lady Ravenheart just laughs at the interplay and then follows the party as they follow the wolf shape in the distance. The ridge seems so far away as they pass through the yellowed grasslands. The land is still and quiet, like a grave… indeed the feeling one gets is if they walk amongst the dead…

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek's ears prick up, listening for any sounds as they go, but he does not break the deepening silence.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

So did goblin, but bit more nervously.

 

[Evil Ujio]

The silence is eerie and unnerving as the party of heroes passes what looks like a kodo graveyard, the massive sun bleached bones jutting out from the hardened earth. The rolling savannah giving way to hard clay and parched earth with a faint trail that takes the heroes to the base of the oppressive peaks that loom overhead.

By dusk the party has made it perhaps a mile into the range, and still no sign of life, nothing stirs. Lekah seems unnerved, “This place is cursed… cursed with death,” she says softly.

In the distance a wolf howls…

 

[Voadam]

The silence is eerie and unnerving as the party of heroes passes what looks like a kodo graveyard, the massive sun bleached bones jutting out from the hardened earth. The rolling savannah giving way to hard clay and parched earth with a faint trail that takes the heroes to the base of the oppressive peaks that loom overhead.

By dusk the party has made it perhaps a mile into the range, and still no sign of life, nothing stirs. Lekah seems unnerved, “This place is cursed… cursed with death,” she says softly.

In the distance a wolf howls…

Snarrek nods in grim agreement but seems to have a different view of the import of the observation.

"Yes, Snarrek will see curse fall on Mauler."

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Let's kill him. Dead.

Groog's features became mixture of hate and fear while he was playing with his gun. His tone chilling with intensity of emotion behind it.

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek instinctively swings towards the wolf cry and looks to see if he can make out the animal.