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| Wildfang |
| Posted: Dec 12 2005, 10:37 PM |
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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.
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| Loktum |
| Posted: Dec 12 2005, 11:21 PM |
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*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?" |
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| Darakai |
| Posted: Dec 13 2005, 12:01 AM |
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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.
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| Ganji |
| Posted: Dec 13 2005, 12:29 AM |
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"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.
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| Wildfang |
| Posted: Dec 13 2005, 03:27 AM |
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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.
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| Ganji |
| Posted: Dec 13 2005, 12:11 PM |
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"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
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| Tarogg |
| Posted: Dec 13 2005, 01:41 PM |
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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?"
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| Ganji |
| Posted: Dec 13 2005, 02:07 PM |
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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
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((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.))
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| Darakai |
| Posted: Dec 13 2005, 04:14 PM |
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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.
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| Posted: Dec 13 2005, 04:23 PM |
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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.
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| Posted: Dec 13 2005, 04:37 PM |
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"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.
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((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.”
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"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."
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