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| Posted by: Wildfang Dec 6 2005, 11:45 PM |
| 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.)) |
| Posted by: Tarogg Dec 7 2005, 11:23 AM |
| 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. |
| Posted by: Wuurl Dec 7 2005, 10:17 PM |
| 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. |
| Posted by: Wildfang Dec 8 2005, 12:17 AM |
| 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. |
| Posted by: Wuurl Dec 8 2005, 10:47 PM |
| 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." |
| Posted by: Dethrithos Dec 9 2005, 06:47 PM |
| "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." |
| Posted by: Wildfang Dec 9 2005, 09:23 PM |
| 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... |
| Posted by: Wuurl Dec 10 2005, 09:48 AM |
| 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. |
| Posted by: Tarogg Dec 10 2005, 12:07 PM |
| 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?" |
| Posted by: Wildfang Dec 10 2005, 04:52 PM |
| 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?!" |
| Posted by: Wuurl Dec 10 2005, 07:35 PM |
| 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. |
| Posted by: Dethrithos Dec 10 2005, 10:43 PM |
| 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. |
| Posted by: Wuurl Dec 11 2005, 12:49 PM |
| 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... |
| Posted by: Wildfang Dec 11 2005, 05:11 PM |
| 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." |
| Posted by: Dethrithos Dec 11 2005, 08:05 PM |
| 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. |
| Posted by: Wildfang Dec 12 2005, 10:37 PM |
| Nang scowled down at the tome handed to him. To think, the whelp assumes our knowledge of dragons is miniscule... He thought to himself,glaring at Vae. "We won't be needing this, but will hold on to it. There is someone who could use the lesson..." The thought reminded him.. "Which brings me to my next announcement!" He grinned before his tribesmen. "There is a new whelp among the tribe who deserves somewhat of an introduction! He should be arriving any time now actually.." Nang stopped and thought to himself a moment He isnt usually late...odd " But at any rate, this fledgeling warlock is my apprentice. I have taken him under my wing, so to speak. His name is Loktum, he approached me in Orgrimmar, just dieing to practice under the teachings of the Great Nang." The warlock couldnt help but grin this whole time. It had been about time that my reputation granted me a protege. |
| Posted by: Loktum Dec 12 2005, 11:21 PM |
| *Pant pant* "Oh no, this cant be happening!" Loktum thought to himself, running down the streets of Booty Bay. He glared at his imp, "I told you to wake me up at sunrise Kupyap!" A smirk Grew acorss the Kupyap's face, "Me sorry Master! Kupyap try his Hardest!" Just as he Re-focused his attention to the road, Loktum fell head on into a barrel of freshly caught fish. "Hahahah! Mater smell like Fish now!" The warlock quickly withdrew from the barrel, peeling all of the large fish parts off of his body. "Oh no, what will Master Nang think now! I smell of Night elf, and am an hour late! Sageras have pity on me." Loktum Raced into the tavern and up the stairs to Master Nang's door, with Kupyap traling behind. The orc took a few seconds to catch his breath then slammed his fist against the door three times. He could already hear the voices inside, "Do you smell Night elf?" |
| Posted by: Darakai Dec 13 2005, 12:01 AM |
| Darakai's heart was beating quickly as he swiftly maneuvered around the drunken pirate and slashed the filthy human in the back, the pirate screamed in pain and began trodding away as fast as his ripped up body could carry him. Without a second thought Darakai grabbed for his gun, took aim, and pulled the trigger *BAM* a rippling explosion shot out of the old musty barrel and blew a hole in the pirates cloth hat. The heap that once was man fell to the white sand in a pool of blood. Darakai slowley ran over to the corpse and picked a few silver from the pirate's pocket and a couple of torn shreds of silk that the pirate had been garneshing his outfit with. Still cooling down from his last charging sprint Darakai once again pulled out his gun and took aim at pirate he saw about sixty yards away. "dis pinky mus' be deaf..." Darakai muttered realizing the foolish pirate didn' even notice the shot that took down his friend. Looking down the scope he could barely see the top of the dirty hat atop the pirates head, slowly he pulled the trigger... *click*. Again... *click*. "I knew I be runnin' out of dem bullets dere," Darakai pulled back his gun and called on his raptor, "Be gettin' back ta' Booty Bay, Jah... I gotta be findin' m'self an engineer to smack be together a few more bullets". Kicking the side of his emerald dinosaur Darakai ran along the road back up into the tunnel that lead to Booty Bay, nodding at the goblin bruisers as he rode in. Dismounting at the mouth of the tunnel and running in, Darakai shouted "Anyone be gottin' any bullets, be payin' a few shinies for dem mons!" Not getting any response Darakai trodded into the inn and sat down at the bar, "I jus' be waitin' here till lata'..." he ordered a drink and sat back at one of the tables. As he sat down he watched a panicked Warlock run up the stairs to the rooms on the second level. |
| Posted by: Ganji Dec 13 2005, 12:29 AM |
| "Hmm...” Ganji murmured as Darakai walked in and ordered a drink, the sound of a heavy coin sack never escaped his ears, so he did the usual, grab a handful of coins and hope you get lucky. "Five silver not bad" he admitted. At that time Loktum and his imp Kupyap came running in to the tavern Ganji noticed that he was in a hurry but seeing as Ganji had done nothing all except pick pocket all the tavern guests including Darakai which he almost felt bad about "almost" . This perked his curiosity as to why the young warlock smelled of fish and why his imp looked hysterical, so he slowly walked up the stairs to see what was going on. He heard voices coming from the darkest room in the back of the inn, and out side the door he saw "Lok" as he called him, and his semi- faithful imp minion Kupyap glancing around nervously. Almost as if he knew he was being watched. For this he felt sorry for the little guy so ganji being the "kind" soul that he is though he would help him out. Lok was out of breath just standing there panting as if he ran a mile, as soon as Ganji was ready to take out Kupyap Lok raped on the door three times. Then from inside the room he heard "do you smell night elf?" "I do" Ganji said while right behind Lok breathing on his neck, holding Kupyap's limp body by one hand and his favorite blade in the other. The door opened. "Nang" Ganji yelled before stumbling back, accidentally cutting Lok’s throat but thankfully not deep enough to kill him and dropping the body of Kupyap. "Oops!" Ganji said before disappearing back into the shadows. |
| Posted by: Wildfang Dec 13 2005, 03:27 AM |
| Nang growled "What is it with you whelps?!" His hands ignited into flame with his rage, heaving breaths smoking as he stared at the fallen minion of his ward. "Well,he could have done worse..." He mumbled off about insolence among whelps,slowly calming down before his comrades. "Greetings Loktum, we will have to take care of your little friend,no? Don't worry, Abatog gets himself skewered from time to time as well, it can be fixed. One of the many things you need to learn..." He turned to Wuurl and his guests,handing the old priest the limp demon. " Can you take care of this,old friend?..At any rate this is Loktum,my ward. He is under my protection and guidance. Let it be known this one is not to be harmed....too badly." He cackled and grinned. He looked around,noticed a lack of space for the now growing crew he had with him. " Lets take to the Tavern main floor downstairs, relax a bit!" He tried to liven the bunch up. As they headed downstairs, he pulled a goblin bruiser aside and whispered to him, handing him a large (goblin) handful of gold pieces " There is a theif in your town, he wears a tabard similiar to mine. The tribe would appreciate it if you took care of him. When you are done, send him to me,the tribe must deal with him internally..so don't kill him. The bruiser nodded and counted the pieces. "Long as the money flows" He whispered back. Seemed to be a goblin trademark. |
| Posted by: Ganji Dec 13 2005, 12:11 PM |
| "Well, well, well quite the entertainer aren’t we?" Ganji smirked as he leaned against a pole next to Nang. Nang looked really agitated, and Ganji was known for giving Nang a hard time, yet for some reason Nang hadn’t kill him yet. Ganji could never get close enough to him to ask why, Nang didn't answer "Well mon I be off" ganji said slapping Nang in the back of the head. Now Nang was furious with Ganji, "oh yeah watch out fo dat thief joo was talkin bout" Ganji cackled as he walked off. Nang summoned the bruiser he had just recently paid "that one" he growled pointing at ganji the bruiser took off after. Almost as soon as the goblin left there was a loud THWACK! the bruiser came back dragging Ganji's limp body when he came to he quickly realized he was in trouble "aye mon what was dat for?” he said "what wit dat face Nang? o wait joo always been ugly ahahaha!" BAM! "aye mon what dat for" Ganji yelled rubbing his now sore jaw “hey Rudy look bigger from on the floor” he said childishly staring up at Rudy poking it with curiosity. “Get up!” Nang yelled “why should I?” Ganji questioned “do you forget who you are speaking too” Nang said through gritted teeth, he was getting mad. Now ganji was having fun playing with Rudy and ignoring Nang completely he pulled a leather ball out of his pack and shook it above Rudy's head “Joo ready boy huh Joo ready go get da ball!” he threw the ball to see what would happen oddly Rudy took off like a puppy both Nang and Ganji were shocked. “Dat was… odd” he said still shocked “so much for joo loyal minion” Ganji mocked slowly getting to his feet “so den you gonna tell why I’m here or do I gotta beat it out of joo” ganji said slowly |
| Posted by: Tarogg Dec 13 2005, 01:41 PM |
| Watching Nang and Ganji bicker brough a smile to the druids face. Because of their chosen walks of life Fehova and Nang were natural enemy's so she enjoyed this excahnge more than others. She leaned over towards the old troll priests and whispered. "Looks like Nang has found his match in that young troll no?" |
| Posted by: Ganji Dec 13 2005, 02:07 PM |
| Ganji vanished and almost as quickly he was gone he right behind Nang with a dagger to his throat "joo gonna tell me now or do I gotta cut it out of joo?" Ganji demanded "Wuurl? Fehova? What joo doin here?" "Looks like you'll have to cut it out of me" Nang said cruelly. "Hehe I be hopin you say dat" "Ganji!" wuurl yelled "drop the sword" "make me old mon!" Ganji snapped back. By that time Rudy was back with the remains of the ball he had thrown earlier, snarling at Ganji, all the while Nang started to chant in some language foreign to Ganji "aight I will" wuurl said coolly he stood up and like a flash Ganji was on the floor holding his head in sheer pain |
| Posted by: Wildfang Dec 13 2005, 03:58 PM |
| ((OOC I like it, just try to edit some punctuation etc so its easier on the eyes. Someone elses turn,i dont want to hog all the action.)) |
| Posted by: Darakai Dec 13 2005, 04:14 PM |
| Darakai was on his fourth drink, almost passed out from his own drunkeness he suddenly snapped to when he heard Nang and a slew of his fellow tribesman making a ruckus behind him. "'ey dere mons, I no be knowin'..." Darakai was in the midst of turning around when he saw Ganji pull his dagger on the Blood Sage Nang, Darakai lept to his feet and began running over but tripped over the table across from the bar. By the time he stood back up Ganji was on the floor writhing in pain... the bruisers just laughed. "Aye, joos be goinsh' to da' placesh shomewher' dere..." Darakai's drunken stuper was practically impossible to understand. "Dere be much of da tribesh... t'ings here..." Darakai grabbed onto a nearby stool before toppling over. "If joos be needin' da helpsh of dis here troll, jah... I be doin' anyt'in joo..." Darakai slumped over onto the table and began to drool. ((EDIT: I just realized that half of you guys don't have icons, we have been on this forum almost four months, get a damn icon )) |
| Posted by: Wuurl Dec 13 2005, 04:23 PM |
| Wuurl had reluctantly taken care of reviving the young warlock's minion. He didn't care for Nang's imp's babbling personality and he was sure he wouldn't care for this one's either. Having made his way down the stairs with the rest of the crew, Wuurl now sat at a corner table with the young druid, Fehova, surveying the ensuing antics. "Jah mon." Wuurl spoke softly to Fehova. "Dey certainly make da pair. I just hope dat nang don't end up hurtin' da whelp too bad." He nudge Fehova and motioned his head to Darakai, who had revealed himself from his barstool to make a drunken fool of himself. Ahhh, the foolishness of youth, he thought to himself. Wuurl reopened the dusty tome Vael had given him and attempted to concentrate in it's conntents once more. |
| Posted by: Ganji Dec 13 2005, 04:37 PM |
| "Ow me head" ganji grumbled as he put his dagger away and regained his posture "ok Nang.. joo win.. this time" he panted as he pulled himself up to the bar to order a drink before taking a fire ball in the back from Loktum's imp. Ganji wheeled around and in one swift motion had his bow loaded and aimed at the imp. without thinking twice he let go, the arrow flew with the swiftness of a griffon cleanly impailing the the imp's skull into the wall. Ganji turned his attetion to the bartender and ordered his drink. |
| Posted by: Ganji Dec 13 2005, 08:26 PM |
| (( we need more posters)) |
| Posted by: Ras Dec 14 2005, 03:47 AM |
| ((I decided the tavern was crowded enough without Ras, so this is from the point of view of some Alliance. Ought to make things interesting.)) A balmy southern breeze carried the Maiden's Fancy into the harbor of Booty Bay. On the main deck, Raili Greyshield stretched his stocky legs and adjusted his immaculate white tabard, which bore a golden sun marking him as belonging to the Most Holy and Sacred Order of the Defenders of the Light. He tried not to notice the Goblin sailors scurrying back and forth as they threw and pulled lines to secure the great ship to the main pier - no member of the Alliance, and certainly no Dwarf, should have to endure even the sight of such ugly creatures. He raised a perfumed silk cloth to his nose to mask their smell. The other members of his expedition emerged from below decks, obsequious Goblin porters close behind struggling with the Defenders' luggage. "Don't you dare drop that crate, runt," said Gilred threateningly. "It's got my best mace in it, a gift from King Anduin himself." Gilred Melinnen was a competent enough Paladin, but he did tend to... exaggerate. The mace in question had actually been purchased from the Ironforge auction house with funds secretly diverted from the Order's treasury. That transaction had been arranged by Skeet Pittilieu, the clever old Gnome who was now making his way across the deck slowly, leaning on his mage’s staff. The two Night Elves in the expedition looked even taller than usual, surrounded as they were by hurried Goblins milling about. The two were twin siblings: the priest Ananayel Silverhand and his Druid sister Mehitabel. Raili fought back a sneer at the sight of them; he considered Night Elves too aloof and secretive to be trusted, especially Druids. Finally, the Goblins had the party’s luggage arranged in good order on the pier. Raili curtly thanked the crew of porters and paid them each, making sure to tip not a copper more than was customary. As he walked towards the center of town he thought he heard them grumble. What, has the price of ale gone up? By my beard, the green-skin scum ought to be grateful we gave them the job at all. The five walked silently into Booty Bay, intent on creating a striking and dignified impression. Maybe the Horde made it a habit to run through the streets, yelling and laughing like children, but such behavior did not befit soldiers of the great and holy Alliance. “We'll stop at the inn here to get something to eat and plan the next part of our journey. I believe the Salty Sailor is the place - I do hope it isn’t too noisy or crowded.” |
| Posted by: Dethrithos Dec 14 2005, 12:53 PM |
| "Come now you two, there is no reason to fight. We are blood brothers. Blood brothers of the Blackmoon Tribe." said Vaelaxzy coldly, as he removed the impaled Imp from the wall. He had been busy setting up his things in the back room. "Ganji, you are still a little, immature to drink, are you not?" The mage snapped his fingers, and Ganji's lips got caught in the now frozen drink. "Co'on 'on! Da'sh 'ot 'ice!" he said. "And Master Nang, if the Boss Sahn'Jin allowed him into the clan, he clearly sensed some potential in him, so it would be a shame if any harm came to him. Don't you think?" The mage carressed the door knob to his room with his long, skeletal fingers. He turned his head, and met eyes with the Warlock. "Please, come. I have various objects I think you may find interesting. I would also like to discuss my suspicions with you." |
| Posted by: Tarogg Dec 14 2005, 04:22 PM |
| Fehova took her eyes off the seed she had been tossing around at the table and let out a long snort as she saw what walked into the Inn. She nudged Wuurl with her elbow and motioned towards the door. There a dwarf Paladin, and old gnome Mage and two night elves walked into the Inn. Upon seeing the elves Fehova reached down and moved her mace alittle closer. Her smile faded as she watched the group, she wondered what the tribes reaction was going to be to the high and mighty Paladin. |
| Posted by: Zah'kali Dec 14 2005, 04:35 PM |
| Zah'kali always like visiting Booty Bay. The smell of the sea and the constant chattering of the goblins reminded him of his days aboard the trade ships. Sitting outside one of the random shops littering the docks he was fixated apon his hand, his eyes large and childlike staring at his palm. Wiggling his fingers in and swaying his hand back and forth two figures comprised completely of flame danced, but now they were apparently fighting one another. Zah'kali was completely oblivious to the outside world as he was watching the battle, it appeared as if he was cheering for both sides, almost arguing with himself as to who would win. Hahah, you be so silly baldy! Glondorf has never lost! Specially not to the likes of dat dere whelp of a fightah! A much higher voice chimed back...Glondorf is sooo handsome... Zah'kali cackled to himself quite amused at the show he was putting on. He could hear the sounds of quite a ruckus coming from the tavern but was unable to look up for a moment. If a dwarve or gnome shows up....den meybeh I get intarested in dis. Gnomes always steel mah inventions.... |
| Posted by: Darakai Dec 14 2005, 08:54 PM |
| Darakai was practically unconcious, his tongue was nearly hanging over his left tusk as he lay with his eyes closed on the table. Suddenly, as if to taunt him the whiff of sweet Night Elf sweat was sensed in the air. Darakai opened his eyes slowly and lifted his head. "Ugh... I be hatin' dis damn place here!" still half drunk Darakai's anger was a side effect of the drinks, "Damned fairies clogging up da air!" Darakai eyed the two purple Elves walking through the bar door, his relativley small eyes gleamed with hatred at the sight of the creatures. With one hand grabbing onto Wuurl's robe Darakai pulled himself up and rattled his head side to side, trying to shake off the dizzy feeling he had. With a deep breath hemarched up to one of the Night Elves and looked the thing right in it's eyes. The Night Elf slowly reeled his head back as if to have noticed the reeking stench of Darakai's breath, he turned his head and looked down at the Dwarf standing along side him and let out a hearty chuckle. Pushing Darakai aside the band of Alliance marched in and sat down at a table on the far side of the bar, Darakai toppled over against the wall easily, catching himself on the wood paneling along the staircase. "Da ignorance... jah?" Darakai whispered, "dey no be knowin' what is comin' to dem..." With a quick roaring bark Darakai straightened himself up and staggered back to his party of Black Moon tribesman... throwing one arm around Nang and leaning his other hand on Fehova's leather mantle. The two Tribesman look quite disgustedly at Darakai but they allowed him to lean on this as he spoke, "Joos wanna be goin' ova' dere and stirrin' up some trouble, jah?" ((Remember guys I am still kind of drunk, so I don't expect you to take me seriously... a goblin bar may not be the best place to start a fight )) |
| Posted by: Dethrithos Dec 14 2005, 09:18 PM |
| Still holding the handle, the Mage was atracted by Darakai's idea, even if he was drunk. "Watch this." he hissed to Wuurl and Nang, as he passed by them. His hand began to glow blue as he lifted it up. His pace increased as he walked toward the Night Elves. One held his drink high up in the air, before starting to chug it down. Vaelaxzy's hand wrapped around the Elf's neck, and his face went pale. The Elf was dead. His companions watched in horror, at the head turning into a block of ice. "Damn purple Pixies." Mumbled the Mage. The others threw themselves upon him almost instantly. They were pushed back by an explosion of Arcane magic. "You were right Darakai! This is fun. Join me! Let's show them our imminent superiority!" yelled the Mage. The Blackmoon tribesmen looked at each other before jumping in one by one. ((OOC: Sorry Darakai, I just thought a good bar fight might be fun. If you don't, let me know, and I'll change the post, or you all can just disregard it and continue.)) |
| Posted by: Darakai Dec 14 2005, 09:29 PM |
((Well, the bruisers would jump on you as soon as you touched the Night Elf plus, I know the NE is one of four people, but it is still Ras's characters and insta'killing it like that is kind of god moding  Personally, I think it is just best to leave them alone for right now so they can have a little more story, we have no alliance posting here - and that is not a request to advertise this thread on the WoW boards as I like it being just people who care enough to post here, pretty much just BMT members - so keeping some of Ras's characters around a while would be a good idea. Plus it is a good thing someone volunteered to play the part of Alliance  )) |
| Posted by: Ganji Dec 14 2005, 11:44 PM |
| Cup still frozen to his lip Ganji stood up to see Vael start a fight "Eh dis might be some fun" he chuckled before toppling over "shoulda stopped at six" spotting the old gnome he slowly got up, cursing at the cup which was still there, he pulled out a poison-tipped throwing knife and threw it with all his might. the knife turned to ice before it hit the gnome"eh?" he said puzzled before being impaled by the gnomes ice shards. he wasn't dead but he wished he was. As ice spread through his body he saw Fehova gathering elemental energy in a green flash he was on the ground shivering but the hole was gone. "Dat's it!" he screamed "No one stick me to da walls 'cept boss!" he drew his blades and readied for combat, before relizing the cup was still stuck to his lip "Curse Joo Vael" he screamed flailing his arms like a mad man. |
| Posted by: Dethrithos Dec 15 2005, 11:23 AM |
| ((Sorry, hadn't read the whole thing properly, the previous posts I mean. Please, Ganji, Disregard my last post, and go along with this one.)) Vaelaxzy turned to the Night Elves, suddenly interested in Darakai's proposition. His hand began to glow blue, and he started toward the group. As he passed by, Wuurl grabbed his arm to stop him. "Jus' tinkin' dis not be wise mon. If joo wanna get killed, den go get killed." said the Priest. "You might be right old one. Shall we retire to my quarters to discuss my suspicions? They seem to interest you more than Nang." he whispered. He turned to face the door once again, and walked slowly toward it. |
| Posted by: Ganji Dec 15 2005, 03:33 PM |
| (( curse you vael i want my lip frozen to the cup)) |
| Posted by: Ras Dec 15 2005, 05:05 PM |
| (( Just to clarify, there are - or were - five Alliance: two pallies (dwarf and human), gnome mage, nelf druid and nelf priest. And I don't care if any of them die especially quickly, but you might enjoy them more if they put up some kind of fight. )) |
| Posted by: Dethrithos Dec 15 2005, 08:43 PM |
((I never defrosted your lips Ganji. Do as you wish with it. ow 'bout we stop posting on this OOC? I feel bad for having started it, so I would like to finish it. No more random OOC posts. Ok? Does that work for every one? orry again.))  |
| Posted by: Wildfang Dec 16 2005, 07:37 PM |
| Nang stood back and chuckled as the small tussle in the tavern. His tribesmen and whelps had done enough intimidating that no one would get too close to the group, but he stood and waited before all of his group retired to the room before taking his grim stare off the Alliance members. The gnome was cursing some foreign words to him as he walked off,no doubt mocking the orc. "You really should have kept your mouth shut.." He grinned as he mumbled to himself. He had the most deliciously feindish idea. He turned and bowed to the gnome,and held out a gold piece in his hand. "Someone tell him it is a peace offering, we are sorry for the trouble.." a goblin translated the message. With a smug look the gnome strutted up to Nang and swiped at the coin. A shame he just had to spit at the warlock's feet before turning around. Nang grabbed the little creature by the neck and held him up. Quickly he spat a quick word in demonic,and the gnome had been rendered magically powerless. Being a gnome, Nang wasn't too worried about the little things physical abilities.. Holding a dagger to its throat, he backed into the room with his tribesmen, who hadn't seen the action. He tossed the mage into a parrot cage and began chanting a long strain of cursing, vile runes glowing and spiraling his form. In a moment it was over, both looking exhausted. Nang took a seat as the gnome was yelling in confusion and defiance. |
| Posted by: Ganji Dec 17 2005, 12:33 AM |
| Seeing the gnome in the cage made the now extremly drunk Ganji laugh insanely "Das...Das be... be shome fu-funny stu-" he fell backwards off his laughing hysterically at Nang for some reason or another. Slowly he stood up and seeing Fehova he slowly made his way to her tripping over tables, the dwarf and his own feet before making grabbing Fehova's mantle "eh joo, joo be lookin, lookin pretty f-fine" he managed to say. He kissed her on the check and stumbled over to the druid wrapping his arm around his neck "Eh joo, joo get goni'n or der be- be trouble" he slurred before vomiting all over his robe."Eh sorry Mon" he stuttered before being punched in the face by the elf. He was out cold. |
| Posted by: Zah'kali Dec 21 2005, 12:48 PM |
| Zah'kali raved and watched excitedly as the two small figures engulfed in flame continued their dance of combat. With two spectacular strikes both flared up into one fireball and vanished into the air with a large snap. The battle was over. The troll looked around with a proud face, clearly his champion had won. His mind clear to examine his surroundings, he noticed a gathering of bruisers outside the tavern. It didn't appear as if they were disrupting what was going on, but...yes, gambling. The goblins were placing bets. The flashes of coin excited the mage for he was desperately saving up his own funds to purchase a raptor. Clearly this could be the boost he needed. The mage stood up immediately pulling the cloak down to his brow. He needed to barter his way and discover the odds. |
| Posted by: Ganji Dec 22 2005, 11:27 PM |
| "Hehehehehe" ganji laughed drunkly as he slowly pulled him self up to see a stare down between his tribe mates and the alliance members "eh I be tinkn that joo might wanna be washin dat dress of yours 'fore it stains" he said in language unfamiliar to his tribe mates and the two paladins.The night elves turned to Ganji and responed "Hold your tounge troll" the preist snapped "now, now sister. The troll mabey right, but how did HE learn our language?" the druid said calmly. Ganji looked around at the confused faces of his tribe mates and laughed, "ehehe it's ok guys they wont hurt us....yet" he grinned. (( I'm going to take over the druid also )) |
| Posted by: Otica Feb 7 2006, 01:50 AM |
| It was so hot and muggy this far south, Priory started to really regret wearing the new plate mail she had requisitioned from the "Saints" armor stores. Though she had the good fortune of receiving the blessing of the Knights Templar Trainer, Commandant Griggs, in Iron Forge, far to the north, and with that a wonderfully mean tempered warhorse, the armor was simply chaffing in all the wrong places, as well as making it incredibly hard to sit Quaker, her trusty stead. TOO hot, what was I thinking, accepting that quest! It might be fine for all these little goblins, But Dun Moden was a lot more pleasant she spoke to Quaker, as she had been doing for the last 5 days I just want to go see the representative of the Mithral order, and head back home removing her dull and lack luster plate helm, wiping the sheen of sweat from her brow. The trip had been fairly uneventful; slay a pack of undead that had been tormenting a small village in the Darkshire region. Helping a family, Tauran though they were, right and fix their wagon. There was that one encounter with the large white furry beast that resembled the yeti of more northern climes, but hooted and thumped its chest. yeah, that was a bit more than we could handle ehh Quaker? She had been warned by her mentors and the stern Dwarf Armor smith she had just begun studying under that " Strangle Thorn Vale and booty bay, not be a pretty place, nor one for so fresh a Pali filled with Light and as hardheaded as mi brother Glam Rocksmasher" But Priory felt ready to tackle the world, "Fresh" as she was. Releasing the bond she had with her ethereal mount, saddle bags over both shoulders, but hammer within easy grasp, made easier by the gnomish fast action sling she had found at the auction house, priory sauntered into the secluded bay, where despots, villains, and enemies of the light were said to abound. Well I am....hmm what is going on over there, seems to be quite a crowd gathered, maybe I can lend a hand to who ever may need it. Shifting her bags around to get at her shield. I sense Undead...and somthing else is in the air...quicking her step she began to shove what apeared to be bashers out of her way Ho! Brothers of the light, do you need assistance? she called out the greeting of Paladins across the lands. Seeing the two, tall, Night elves in tow, she switched to Elvin May the Night mother see you safe in troubled times...eee ghads, sister is that trollish vomit I see, no smell, on your person? Can I be of assistance? I know a very good astringent that will remove all traces of the bialus concoction! |
| Posted by: Jenathar Mar 5 2006, 03:34 PM |
| ((i was reading this and its a pretty good story so i decided to try start it back up seeing as no one posted in it in a while)) Ratoba beeing young, but seasoned in his ways, was finishing up his adventures in the barrens and decided to make a stop at booty bay for a drink. He had heard they servered the best ales in all of stranglethron. getting off the boat he swiftly used his ghost wolf spell and ran into the bar, eager for a drink, after a long day. Almost as soon as he sat down a goblin walked to the table and said, "ey, I just saw a bunch of trolls and an orc with that same tabard you have on mate". Ratoba look at him kinda funny and said "ok , but that doesnt really serve any importance to me". "heh, well i thougy maybe ya knew 'em, they right up in that room over there" he pionted to a room at the end of the hall. "ay ill be checkin it out mon" Ratoba replied to hurry of the chaterring goblin. He finished his drink and walked to the end of the hall and slow pushed open the door and walked in "YO MONS!!" he said seeing his soom of this fellow tribesmen packed in the room with a gnome in the corner. They all exchanged greetings, and Rabota bowed with respect to the old wise troll Wuurl, and The blood sage Nang. then pointing to the gnome in the cage said"aye mons, whats the little gnome in 'er fa? did he try an attack one of joo?" as soon as he said it he was already at the cage licking the end of his mighty axe to scare the gnome" hope he didnt be attckin none of joo, cuz i havnet tasted good ole gnomey blood in a while mons" he looked at the mage with a glwing fire in his eyes. the gnome cowered in fear, panting almost as if he was crying. Ratoba turned around waiting on a reply o if he could torture the little gnome, or if he served any importance to his tribe mates. |
| Posted by: Dethrithos Mar 23 2006, 08:40 PM |
| "Torture away little one" hissed Vaelaxzy. "I'm going to go and continue my reaserch. The Arcane arts and the Firey ways interest me more now. Maybe I shall rethink my practices... Enjoy." With that, strangely, he stormed from the room, and everything suddenly grew warm shortly. Though this did bring on the purchase of a few more drinks, it invoked a sense of discomfort for some, including an young Shaman that sat in a corner. Curious, the Shaman followed the Mage out the door, and into the Jungle. |