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

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Thank You, Talos. scavenge anything of value ... it will be useful for the village after melting ... in case of weapons, and leather could be used too. By mercy of Taxation Office ! Thisrazormane must have something that will act as a clue !"


OOC:
Voadam, a girlfriend of Snarrek's ? Heh, i think Groog will follow the reason and not interfere. He might get hurt by accident.
And DM, couldn't Groog be known to citizens ? He is after all, from several weeks, a smith. And spends a lot of time in the tavern ... gladly sharing stories of the Wars, like all veterans.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Thankyou Mirlus, your wisdom is appreciated. If it my destiny to perform great deeds then I will strive for them, and bring honour to the spirits and the Horde," Garrak says.

 

[Evil Ujio]

"Thank You, Talos. scavenge anything of value ... it will be useful for the village after melting ... in case of weapons, and leather could be used too. By mercy of Taxation Office ! Thisrazormane must have something that will act as a clue !"


OOC:
Voadam, a girlfriend of Snarrek's ? Heh, i think Groog will follow the reason and not interfere. He might get hurt by accident.
And DM, couldn't Groog be known to citizens ? He is after all, from several weeks, a smith. And spends a lot of time in the tavern ... gladly sharing stories of the Wars, like all veterans.

The people know him to be an eccentric yet skilled goblin with plenty of tales of the war, and even more odd tales of his creations. They respect him because he does good work though.

Groog inspects the corpse and finds a fetish hidden in the folds of the robe, a crude brass fetish of a face with tusks, and empty eye sockets. It is warm to the touch and he feels an overwhelming sense of dread just holding it in his hands… there is also 15 silver pieces in a small satchel.

Garrak

“Of course you do, but I ramble on too much about things best left to another time, handle those over there, and I can finish these,” he says pointing to a young orc boy probably no more then 12 to 13 dressed in the garb of a soldier.

 

[Legolizard]

"Groog, I know these were savage boars, but they seem to be poorly equiped for a raid, even a hit and run raid. Poor weapons, and even the leader didn't have a porion for himself incase something went wrong. I was so hoping he had a potion of mage armor to replace the one I used in combat."

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek moves around the corner, and finds that there is no one there but a lonely lane between two squat huts of bones, leather, wood, and stone. A stiff breeze wafts out from the sea, bringing the scents of the sea and the cactus fruits to his nose.

In that brief moment he feels a blade prickle the small of his back, “And here I was told that you had gone off to become a great hunter and warrior, how disappointing,” the voice says in Low Common, a feminine husky voice with the right accentuations denoting a troll.

Snarrek recognizes the voice as that of his old tribe mate, Lekah, at least he hopes so…

Snarrek chuckles and answers in his native low common "You always did have a light step to rival that of the jungle cats. It is good to hear your voice again Lekah! Even if not your crafty stalking. It's true razormanes are not the most worthy foes, so I have to content myself with taking on vast numbers in order to win glory. Why don't you join me at my hut for a jug of ale and see if you are disappointed at the end of the night. And you can tell me how you came to be here." Snarrek grins revealing his tusks and canines as he turns to the husky voiced she-troll, her blade still at his throat.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Snarrek chuckles and answers in his native low common "You always did have a light step to rival that of the jungle cats. It is good to hear your voice again Lekah! Even if not your crafty stalking. It's true razormanes are not the most worthy foes, so I have to content myself with taking on vast numbers in order to win glory. Why don't you join me at my hut for a jug of ale and see if you are disappointed at the end of the night. And you can tell me how you came to be here." Snarrek grins revealing his tusks and canines as he turns to the husky voiced she-troll, her blade still at his throat.

Lekah laughs pulling the blade back and sheathing it, her long green-blue hair was pulled back into a thick bun and her garb was of tight fitting leather with dark earthy tones to it. She sighs, realizing that Snarrek knows it is her, “I watched how easily you bested those pig-beasts, but I wasn‘t all that impressed.”

Her body was lean and taut, a flawless light blue, marred only by tribal tattoos. Her body had the fragrance of sweet fruit in the morning and her small tusks did little to mar the beauty in her face and green eyes. She continues in Low Common, “It depends on how stiff your drink is Snarrek. I am not so sure of your noble intentions,” she says with a raise of her brow.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

The people know him to be an eccentric yet skilled goblin with plenty of tales of the war, and even more odd tales of his creations. They respect him because he does good work though.

Groog inspects the corpse and finds a fetish hidden in the folds of the robe, a crude brass fetish of a face with tusks, and empty eye sockets. It is warm to the touch and he feels an overwhelming sense of dread just holding it in his hands… there is also 15 silver pieces in a small satchel.

[...] young orc boy probably no more then 12 to 13 dressed in the garb of a soldier.

"Extacly my point, Nagaling ! ... Err, forgive old soldier big boy. All this boar have is a fev coins ... 2 to 5 silver, that we could share. And this wretched thing ... see ? I had misfortune to see similiar worthless trinkets among several orcs during first war, really messed in the head if You ask me. I f You want I could explain it to You. But now we should alarm Captain and Shaman. You used up a strengthening potion ? Chmm, I know safe recipe that could do the thing without turning You into demon-pawn like sorcery."
Groog grinned friendly towards the big lizard, without slightest flinch about number of coins. Since troll left, spoils belong to him ... isn't it true ? He patted big hand of dissapointed Naga with his own small green hand, giving him 3 silver pieces.
"And a friendly advice ... You should recompensate Yourself with the possesions of Your kill. After all You lost important potion. If You wish I could evaluate it for You, free of charge."
His friendly attiude towards the towering Naga suprised even himself, but after all how often You meet a bloodthirsty, thuggish monster who thinks with his head instead with his muscles ? And Talos is not so bad, Groog heard that other Naga are nasty bunch ... some sailor idiot claimed that even nastier than orcs ! Goblin frowned, he was still unsure what was happening to orcs, during first two wars all was simpler ... and now, freshly after the third one, some of them started to think ! Slowly, like orcs are famous from, but more than just charging forward with foam over the maw, axe swinging.

"Well, when You collect your booty we may go to merchant. Don't try to sell anything to him, he's a thief even for a merchant. Without my experienced aid he would rob You off your booty for naught of real price. I must go to Korga and Mirlus with this amulet ... acha, don't sleep outside village tonight ... I'm preety sure that this is just the beggining. These buggers came for something other than pillage ... and may be more of them lurking outside."

Saying this, an amount of words that would sound impressive if spoken by someone other than dimunitive goblin. Despite fact that his face bears scars that many orc youth envy, while they nag him for war stories. Groog grinned and moved his arse towards chief shaman and his appertince.

OOC: First, goblin doing something for free is as unusual as dwarf who didn't like beer. But under those scars and nasty habits Groog is golden hearted goblin.
And he can brew alchemical potion for Your PC Legolizard, not as good as magical one (It may give +2 natural armor for several minutes at best) just provide funds for compounds.

And DM, 12-13 years old Orc ? he is almost adult, DM.

 

[Legolizard]

"please and thank you Groog." "I hope I can repay the favor to you sometime, please ask me if you need any assistance."

OOC: Talos will take Groog on his offer, How much would that alchemic potion cost?

 

[Evil Ujio]

Of course he is almost an adult, I know that orcs mature much faster then humans, but the lad looks young, almost too young to be a soldier. But thanks for keeping me on my toes.

The wind calms for a moment, and all is still in the air. An eerie brief calm after the raging storm; the soldiers watch Groog and Talos with interest, they try not to look too interested but it is obvious they are listening…

A crow lands on the corpse of the Water Seeker.

“Aieeeeeeeee!” a blood curdling scream lashes out, as a mother rushes from the cactus patch tears streaming in her eyes, “”My son… they have taken my son!” The woman trips over the Water Seeker’ body and falls sobbing, a small toy landing at Talos’ tail…

The rest of the party can here the woman’s screams…

 

[Legolizard]

Talos picks the toy up and helps the mother up while trying to console her the best he can.

"We will get your child back."

Talos thinks back to a time when he was in the same position, scared and confused.

OOC: Talos will look for clues and try to figure out were they took the child.