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

[Evil Ujio]

The sound cannot be tracked and it quickly subsides as the darkness of the evening sets in. The night sky is clear and the sky is lit up with stars, and a full red moon that hangs high overhead.

Lekah climbs up onto a smooth rock to get a look around as Lady Ravenheart takes a moment to sit on a smaller rock and relax her feet from all the walking. But the feeling of oppression and death remains…

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Let's search for some tracks, and stay within eyeshot of each other. In dark fiend will have advantage.

Then he translated it to Lady Ravenhart.

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek's ears twitch as he listens for the sounds of anything moving on this dead night as he waits for Lekah to report or lead on.

 

[Evil Ujio]

A powerful voice rings through the air, “Who dares to enter my land, who seeks death in this place this is mine! If you seek to become a pawn of the true masters then you must prove your worth… if you seek bloody release then you can come, and I shall sup on your souls!”

The language is Orcish.

Green lighting crackles in the distance, framing the treacherous peaks in a sinister green glow…

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak's features are briefly highlighted by the green light, and it casts its shadows about his face, making him look much older than he actually is.

"It would seem he waits for us. I will place protective magicks upon us when we near his lair," he says sternly.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Show Yerself, weakling ! Or Yer slavery to those fuzzy demons made Ye pathetic peon ?
Groog readied himself and prepared to fire at the first sight of enemy. He mumbled to his warpack. And make peaceful gestures toward Celia.

Guys, let me take first ... swing at this son-of-a-pig. And prepare Yerself ! I bet it's near ... For Bing-Bing and Korbash.

Then he barked in human tongue almost the same ... wich should make Celia feel suprised as why he called her "guys". Everyone can see that he is breathing heavily and gritting his teeth. And everybody in the group know that he shoots with his weapon, not swings.

Readied shooting action, +7 Attack Rating, Range 20' dmg 4d6. Initiative +1.

Bing-Bing and Korbash are his buddies slain during Third War.

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek does not speak orcish, but the challenge in the voice is clear and the troll's lips pull back in a feral snarl exposing more of the length of his tusks. Despite the unnatural green lightning and the cursed dead feeling here, the troll's iron will stands resolute in his determination and he is ready to challenge this foe to the death.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Lekah hisses and points up the path, “That is where we need to go, I think, there is a cave network up there. The beast that we must defeat lurks up there; I think I can lead us there without too much effort.”

She starts walking, “I would rather face this thing now then let it come at us while we rest.”

Where she gestures will call for some steep and dangerous climbing…

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek nods and joins Lekah.

"Shaman. Was that orkish it spoke?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

"It was, Snarrek," Garrak replies, translating the Mauler's message for him.

Climbing wasn't one of the shaman's strong points. He had to ask himself, how did he intend to defeat this challenge?