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Nang sat at his room in the Salty Sailor tavern. Though his adventures took him to the far reaches of the globe, he always came home tothe jungles of Stranglethorn. Taking time away from said adventures to spend some time training and preparing his minions, a stack of unmastered tomes heaped on the table. It was while the lessons were being taught that Nangs mind started to wander...
"Our firebolt is stronger than most masters of arcana...the hulking walker of the Void could weather an entire army's wrath...our agonizing lashes of pain were more deadly than a blast from any of the darkest priests of voodoo.."This was an amusing thought, even his minions faces betrayed a slight smirk of pride. The imp, Abatog, began a tyrade of a speech of their power.
"The blueberry is more mighty than thrall's own gaurd! The lovely Aezthea is more devious and lethal than Garona Herself! And look at Rudy! That beast has swallowed more paladins whole than that of the entire Mountain of Blackrock!...The demon then set his eyes upon his master surely he would not miss a chance to improve his standing with the orc that has bound them all..." And you, master, you are the most powerful of us all."..Of course Nangs imfamy had been almost worldwide by now. Elves he had never seen before cower and flee at the sight of him. Fellow Horde members look up to him as he rides through Orgrimmar. His own Tribesmen hold him with great honor with a slight hint of fear. The imp spoke what the warlock had already been thinking.
"It's a wonder that we aren't the leader of the tribe by now. Sahn'jin was mighty in his time, but he is old and weak now... No one Tribesman could defeat us in battle. It is only right that the most powerful assume the most powerful rank. Me thinks he's just jealous, and afraid of us. And he should be, if he plans on keeping us down..
Nang sat in silence a moment. Of course..he is afraid. He doesn't want to give up the tribe to us. Why not? We would do better than him... We are more powerful, and four heads are better than one, no? We should be Dark Elder...we WILL be Dark Elder! He shook out of his mind and resumed teaching his minions more spells and tricks and excercises.
"Shut up,fool. Sahn'jin is the wise Dark Elder, he will make the right decision himself. " Nang snapped at the minion witha firm slap across the face. He had to maintain control over the demons,or surely they would control him. "But prepare yourselves for a trek to Sen'jin Village. I wish to speak with some tribesmen."
((OOC: This is totally open ended. Anyone in the tribe want to jump in on this is cool, feel like enhancing our RP'ness a bit. Just try not to godmode me too much and it will be fun.))
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Jul'zara tilted her hat back from her face as the sun began to shine down on her that morning. Julz had spend the last few days in The Hinterlands helping out the Trolls there who still remain loyal to the Horde. For some reason she felt at home amount the forests of this place, even though she had a foundness for colder places. She laid there listening to the northern wind. For many things travel across the winds Azeroth and she had attuned herself to the winds of the north. After some time she mounted her Raptor and began the long journey to the swamp of sorrows where she had unfinished work that needed attention.
However on her way out of the forest she realized it had been a long time since she had heard from or seen any of her tribesmen. So she turned towards the Under city the nasty home of the Undead and made haste towards the Zep and Orgimar.
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| Posted: Dec 7 2005, 10:17 PM |
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The old troll squinted and coughed as he removed the lid from his makeshift smoker, a white cloud filling his small cave. Leaning heavily on his cane, Wuurl fanned his free arm back and forth to disperse the smoke cloud. As the cave cleared Wuurl regained his sight and peered down into the smoker, his lips curled into a smile. Ahhh, yes! I don't think I've ever seen such a finer batch of spider sausages. These babies are PLUMP.
The old priest was pleased that this latest batch of sauages had turned out so well. Word had passed through the tribe that Nang was returning to the Vale for a spell. Wuurl had felt a bit endebted to the warlock for the assistance he had provided the preist in penetrating Stromgarde. He knew the warlock had a taste for his spider sausages. The product of his secret sausage recipe was well-known for stregthening the body and spirit for a time. These sausages would be a perfect offering to the orc, and would help the old troll feel that his debt was settled. Wuurl knew a grin would form on the orc's lips the second he saw THESE plumpers.
The troll carefully removed his delicacies from the smoker, carefull to not break the skin that held the links into a long chain. He wound the chain of plump, golden sausages into a few loops and grabbed his travelling pack before hobbling towards the mouth of his cave. Once outside, he struggled atop his waiting raptor and trotted along the beachy coast for a ways before veering into the jungle on a course for the Salty Sailor...
...An uneventfull journey, for a change thought the old troll as he carefully lowered himself from his raptor before the ramshacke tavern. The aged priest enjoyed the sight of an Alliance lacky laying crumpled and dead as much as the next tribesman, but the way his bones ached after the stuggle of battle made him appreciate a simple trot through the jungle just as much these days.
If Nang was here yet, Wuurl knew which room he'd find him in. He slowly struggled his way up the stairs to the top floor of the tavern. The stingy goblins had converted the top-floor storage space to a room for paying customers. It had to be the shabbiest "room" in the place, but it offered the most privacy and Wuurl knew that is exactly what the warlock would be seeking. A bit of a chill passed up the priest's curved spine as he guessed at what the demonologist studied behind closed doors.
Wuurl made his way down the narrow, dusty corridor to the room where he guessed Nang would be staying as raised his cane to rap it against the door. He stopped short of knocking, however, as he heard voices within the room. Hrmpf, I guess Nang has guests already. He vaguely recognized the cackling voice within the room, but could not quite place it or make out what was being said. Wuurl cursed his old age for making his mind and hearing so much more feeble than they had been in his youth.
The old troll pondered for a moment then decided that his tribesmate should be willing to accept him, even if he WAS interrupting the warlock's current company. He glanced down at the string of sausages he held, thier plumpness and perfect color reaffirming his decision. Wuurl raised his cane a rapped thrice on the plank door. |
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His teachings interrupted by a knock at the door. Nang looked up with a scowl,mumbling to himself.
Who has the audacity to disturb us?! he thought to himself. The demons all looked to the door, all growling in some respect.
"Don't worry, I'll check" He sighed to them. The warlock stood and focused on summoning his Eye of the Nether realm on the other sideof the door and closed his natural pair of eyes. Before the door stood a feeble figure, he had to focus to realize it was an old troll, carrying a cane and some kind of food with him.
"Brother Wuurl!" He lept to the door and opened it, pushing all his demon minions aside to make way for the priest. Greeting and grinning and inviting the elder tribesman in, Nang apologized, shutting and locking the door behind him.
"Sorry for the suspicion, you know how we get." He chuckled. "What brings you to us? You are welcome of course, but was there any motive?" Nang respected Wuurl, as a former Blood Sage, Nang sensed great potential for power flowing through the old ones soul... as well as a formidable ally in what was to come...
"Ah, nevermind that I had some matters to discuss, and who better to discuss them with..." Nang gestured for Wuurl to sit.
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As the door opened Wuurl saw it was indeed his tribesman occupying the room. He uttered a "Yo mon!" in greeting and entered the room. As he made his way toward an empty seat at the table the troll quickly surveyed the room's occupants. He realized at once that the cackling voice he had heard from beyond the door was the imp Abatog. Never having ever really cared for the incessantly babbling imp, Wuurl prodded him out of the way with his cane as he approached his seat. He let out a bit of a grunt as he plopped himslef down into an empty chair and turned to face Nang. Wuurl couldn't help to feel a bit clausterphobic and uneasy being locked in the small, windowless room and surrounded by demonic minions.
"Motive? No real motive, mon. I just be hearin' joo be in da Vale and tought I be stoppin' by wit a little sumtin' for jah." The troll proudly hoisted the loops of spider sausage links for Nang to see, then placed them down on the table atop a mound of dusty tomes. "I know joo be likin' dese sausages and da bodily strength dey be givin.' Dis batch turned out so good I figured I ought be offerin' dem ta joo." The troll motioned with his hands and nodded as he spoke, "'Twas da least I could do 'siderin' all da help joo be givin' me durin' me travels back in Arathi, mon." Having said "Thanks" in his own way, Wuurl felt a bit more comfortable for having it over with and leaned back a bit in his chair, the seat's weathered and warped planks letting out an audible, drawn-out squeak.
"So how joo been, mon?" Wuurl couldn't help himself from stealing a glance at Aezthea and eyeing her up-and-down. Catching himself, he quickly snapped his attention back to Nang and spoke. "I hear yer travels brought jah to dat temple dat be sinkin' in da mire of da Swamp of Sorrows. I be eyein' dat place as I was huntin' da spiders for da meat dese here sausages." |
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"Arg...gah!" hissed the Mage. He had just cut himself on the thin pages of an old book. "Now le's see... Dragons were often known to take on human aspects, or that of other races...blah blah blah... and are some times cought, or trapped, within their alternative form... this results in being an abnormaly powerful being... blah blah blah... often breed with others of the race to continue and pass down the power* (Permanently transforming means being cursed with 'Mortality')" He looked to the ceiling, searching his memories... "You have great powers, such power that many can only dream of possessing... nourish them... let them grow and you will be un... un... unstop...ah..." This is what his grandfather had told him before dying of an infected wound. ' Could it be... that I am the descendant of a... a Dragon? Mother did derive my name from the leviathan Vaelastrasz the Corrupt, father was Vaelaxtrasz, I must ask questions to the wise Blood Sage of our tribe.' It is only then, did he notice he never had spoken in the traditional troll-ish manner. 'My my... this is quite interesting indeed.' He mounted his Turquoise Raptor and raced out of the ruined library, toward the Salty Sailor tavern, where the powerful Nang rests. " Master Nang, I must speak to you, immediately. I hope you are at the Salty Sailor tavern, as you usualy are. No need to respond, I must charge my communication stone again as it is weakening. I should be ariving in a matter of hours."
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After recieving the message from the young mage and regained his senses he apologized to Wuurl..
"Seems we may soon have company, a whelp needs our guidance...But what were you saying? Oh yes! We love all the great grub you cook up for us...These sausages especially. They should last us a while, if Abatog doesn't get into them.." He glared at the imp with a warning glance. Upon mention of the Temple, Nang let out a long sigh "Yes, the Temple of Hakkar... rather damp for our tastes" He let out a chuckle, the war hardened orc was not yet beyond humor. "We can lead you through there if there is something you seek within, but it is a nasty little hole."
It wasn't till this part of the conversation that the warlock noticed his minions bothered the old troll. Normally he wouldn't mind, but again, Nang respected Wuurl a great deal. With a wave of his hand Abatog and Rhuudom screeched and howled respectively as they were once again cast back into the Twisting Nether. The walker, Grak'Nagma merely nodded in accordance as it vanished into nothingness.
"Aethea.. Gaurd the door outside.Now." The orc barked tot he demoness, who cackled and vanished from mortal sight. "Now then I did want to speak with you about our Elder. Sahn'jin hasn't quite been himself lately. Important tribe business stalls at him... I would like to..help him with these matters, but the stubborn old troll wont have it. Nang keep his words neutral enough to get a scale of Wuurls loyalties, reading the priest for any hint that would prove him an ally or foe in this endeavor...
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Wuurl nodded as the warlock discussed the Temple of Hakkar. "I been pullin' up da artifacts from da muck s'roundin' da temple. Dey be pieces of interest, but I was under da olbligation ta be givin'em ta someone. I can't help but ta tink dere'd be more valuable ones inside, mon."
The troll raised his hunched shoulders into a shrug and continued "Don't need be troublin' yerself ragardin' gainin' me entrance, mon. I be sure ta be able ta find enough interested in explorin' da ruins sometime in da near future."
Wuurl sat back and quietly observed as Nang dismissed his minions. One again he couldn't help himself from stealing a look at the sedective demoness as she slinked out the door under the warlock's orders. The old priest turned his attention back to Nang and leaned forward with interest as the Blood Sage commented on the Dark Elder. Wuurl absentmindedly stroked one of his worn, yellowed tusks as he took a few moments to consider the warlock's comments.
"Jah. Da Dark Elder be a bit busy dese days, mon. Da tribe has grown, and da Alliance never seem ta rest. Da work of da Bossmon never be done." Wuurl leaned forward end motioned toward Nang with his hands as he spoke. "Joo be da Blood Sage of da tribe now, mon. Dat right dere be showin' da wisdom of da Bossmon. It be joo job ta be helpin' him wit da matters, mon." The troll then cocked his head a bit in thought and commented. "If dere be tings dat da Bossmon not be wantin' da help in, mon, I gots ta be tinkin' dat it be sometin' only da Bossmon be wise enough ta be takin' care of."
Wuurl shurgged a bit and leaned back in his chair.
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The stench of demon is indeed an awful one Fehova though to herself as she stood outside of the tavern door. She glanced over at Nangs minion who was unaware of her presence there. "Stuipd demon" She knew Nang was inside the room, but she could here another voice but it was to low to make out who it was. Ah what the heck I'll just go in. With that Fehova transformed out of her lion shape and caught Nang minion right in the ribs with her staff knockign it accross the hall. "Get out of my way demonic whore". With that settled Fehova took a deep breath and walked into the room. Nang appeared rather startled as the taruen walked into the room, and tossed a charged maple seed at him. This was something she loved to do to warlocks because the seed would burn their hands. She then turned and saw the old Troll sitting thiere, Wuurl she yelled it is good to see you. Wuurl just noted and smiled, like he had known all along she was outside of the door. Fehova took a seat next to wuurl leaned back and put your hooves up on the table by some old papers nang was reading. "So how goes the tribe these days boys?"
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Nang glared at the demon, then the cow.
"Worthless.." He began to mumble and curse in demonic about the druid as he stood. "Listen you insolent calf. He cast her body in searing pain to gain her attention. "You ever disturb me like this again and you will find yourself on the dinner table of our tribes next feast. Nang pressed the blade of his Soul Harvester against her throat "Understand?!"
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Wuurl snorted a bit of a chuckle to himself as he witnessed his two tribesmates' reactions to each other. He grinned as he noted the contrasting personalities of the young, reckless tauren and the serious, quick-tempered orc and how their quick coming-together resulted in quite the bit of chaos.
The old troll rose from his seat and raised his hands into the air slightly, uttering several incantive syllables. He turned one hand toward the bovine, dismissing the spell that had caused her muscles to clench in searing pain. He turned his other palm towards the orc, relieving the pain that had been caused by the enchanted seed in hopes that the small relief would ease the warlock's anger.
"Yo mons, we don't be needin' all dis hostility do we?" Wuurl once again let out a slight chuckle.
He turned to the tauren and spoke. "Joo best not be stormin' into da room of da 'lock witout so much as da knock, mon." The priest raised his cane and prodded the druid's shoulder as he spoke his next few words to emphasize his point. "Joo coulda been killed had he not recognized jah right off. Dis ain't no whelpling fresh out da Valley of Trials joo know"
With that said, Wuurl chuckled once more and slowly lowered himself back into his seat with a grunt.
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His mind racing, the Mage hadn't noticed he was now only a mile away from the Salty Sailor tavern. He concentrated hard to try and sense Nang's presence. "Master Nang is in there, but there are others... That is the magic patern of the old Wuurl, and... another one is suffering. Some one was caught evesdropping." he thought to himself. "I'll be back soon." he told his Raptor. He slowly and quietly walked up the stairs. He could feel the anger in the air. Suspecting the worst of this next act, he surrounded himself with a barrier of Frost, and Blinked into the room, praying that Nang would not slay him in surprise.
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Wuurl jerked in his seat, startled by the sudden appearance by the mage in the small boarding room. He was relieved and relaxed back into his seat when he realized it was a tribesman.
"Yo mon" said the priest to the mage. Wuurl guessed that Vael was the company that Nang had said he was expecting. Based on the Nang's reaction to the sudden appearance of the tauren, Wuurl guessed Fehova's visit had certainly not been expected.
Looking over to where the warlock was still treatening the young druid with his blade, Wuurl said "Nang, mon. Why don't joo be lettin' da young one go. I tink she has da lesson learned."
Wuurl pondered to himself I wonder what this pair of young ones needs of Nang? He certainly has become favored since he assumed the role of Blood Sage. The old troll looked over to menacing warlock. He certainly has grown powerful, and even wise...but I hope his temper and ambition do not get the best of him.
Wuurl fumbled in his pack for a few moments, knowing he had something that could lighten the mood that had recently soured in the room. He pulled out several dusty bottles of port. The bottles were supposed to be handed over to a goblin downstairs, as Wuurl had agreed to fetch them from the Hinterlands for a small fee. Not having yet been paid and having no love for the short money-grubbers he decided they would be better used here to lighten the situation.
Wuurl began struggling to pop the cork from the first dark, oblong bottle...
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Nang had just started to calm down, and pulled himself off of the calf.
"Wuurl was right...you could have been killed-" He was cut off by the mage's sudden appearence. He simply grabbed the troll by the neck to inspect him "Ah, whelp, you are early. You must have made haste. What is so urgent?" He let go of the young mage and took a seat. Wuurl pulled our some port and Nang's eyes lit up with a grin.
"This takes me back!" He grabbed a bottle and sat, gesturing for the others to do the same. "Now,everyone is calm now..Lets talk. Vae,what was it you needed to speak about? I am sure Wuurl can lend his wisdom upon my own to help you."
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Seeing that he would not be killed, the Mage began to look through his pack. "You clearly have more knowledge on the creatures that walk the world of Azeroth than I do. I have been reading old books I found in the library of an old village that, apparently, was used by the Kirin Tor perhaps 50 years ago." He handed an old, dust covered book to Nang, and a bigger one to Wuurl. The priest hadn't anticipated the weight correctly and almost fell off his chair. "These, I found were the most informative. That one, master Nang, is of the Dragons and their abilities to take on Humanoid forms. And, that one, brother Wuurl, is of their incomprehensible magical prowess and knowledge. By the looks of the text within, they may have been written by one suspected to be a Dragon: The master Mage Korialstrasz. I will return to the library, and continue my search once you've browsed the books. For the time being, I will rent the back room. The Barman owes me a favor." The Mage sat and accepted a drink from Wuurl, who was already reading the book he held. Nang, on the other hand, seemed uncomfortable with the idea of Dragon Magics.
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