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Post by
Aimsyr
"Colonel" Laurence Sullivan
Azjol'Nerub
"Kill him?" Laurence asked with an amused chuckle, "not worth the effort, he won't get far without his minions." He turned to Susan, tilting his hat again, "Laurence Sullivan miss, at your service." The human shook his head at what appeared to be impatience on Vivia's behalf, "so what are you all doing here? If you don't mind me asking." The human lit up a cigarette and walked casually after Vivia. He noted something small and insect-like scuttling around in the shadows - the human was more alert than he seemed.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: John William Cassidy, Jacques "Jack" Cantelli, Morgan Crane, Bartholomew Wensleydale, Ridley "Red Rid" Glau
Location
: Azjol'Nerub
"We kill stuff that moves and we loot stuff that shines... Provided it's not chitin shards covered with freshly spilled ichor," Morgan explained, taking off as well, the Reaver resting across his shoulders. The other four followed.
Post by
Adamsm
Mathias Straz
Ruins of Gundrak, Zul'Drak
Straz sighed as he sat back, laying aside the last of the tablets. He absently rubbed his Saronite arm as he started up at the ceiling of the Temple room he was; he thought it was the one for the Mammoth, but he couldn't be sure.
He gave a small whistle, and a puddle of shadows beside him stirred, then rose up, taking the form of a cloaked and hooded humanoid. "What's the word?" He asked, and the creature hissed low. Straz listened for a few moments then nodded. "Keep on the watch." He told it, and the thing bowed then sunk downwards again.
Post by
Atik
Vivias, Susan
Azjol'Nerub
Vivias pointed her warglaive at the shadow, a felbolt launching out and frying the insect.
Susan sighed. "Helping to clear out the undead left behind after the war." She stated.
Dalaran
The worgan licked her clawed finger, slipping it between the pages of the book held in her foot and flipping onward in her reading. Her other foot was set against the edge of her table, shifting the chair she sat in back on two legs. Her final limb-her other hand-was occupied holding a tall glass of beer.
Not half way through the page, she rose the glass to her maw and took a sip.
"Huh..." The half-elf sitting beside her mused. He was dark-skinned and somewhat heavy-set, dressed in thick leather to keep him warm this far north. "Guess you do know most of the books."
"Tolth shoo it would make a gooth drinking ga-" The worgan began to reply, a hiccup interrupting her statement.
The half-elf chuckled.
Post by
Aimsyr
"Colonel" Laurence Sullivan
Azjol'Nerub
The insect twitched several times, before expanding rapidly and then bursting. An acidic substance shot outwards, with a few drops landing just short of the group and sizzling into the ground. "I'm guessing you haven't taken many
holidays
down here, they've got plenty of new breeds prowling about now," Laurence commented. "And seeing as you all have been so kind as to provide explanations why your here, I'm supposed to find an expeditionary force, or what's left of them, down here. Though, no-one has yet been so kind as to tell me what her name is." The human gestured in Vivas direction.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Demens Company
Location: Southern Coast, Howling Fjord
"Scourgelord? Oh no, nonono; I am not working for whatever remnants of the Scourge remain here," Morec said, bowing quickly to the tuskarr, "I am a... free agent, and one interested in dividing up the land amongst our noble people. My people are currently contrusting a settlement on the sourthern portion of this land, well out of the way of yours. But not out of the way of our mutual enemy; the vrykul.
"I'm sure we can both agree those half-giants prove a problem to both of your grand civilizations, so I propose and alliance; we supply our men and, together, wipe them from the face of the Fjord. I'll move inland, save for a harbor or two along the coast, and all of the land along the shores are yours once we annilate the vrykul." He extended a hand towars the tuskarr. " I'm sure we can set aside whatever differences we have for the greater good of both our people." He smiled underneath his helmet.
Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Ava Killian
Location:
Dalaran
"Dalaran is my home," Ava replied, wrapping another soldier's arm in a bandage. "Not only do I have no where else to go, but it is also my duty to protect and help the people that are forced here. Of course, I'd rather be spending my time in the library reading about this sort of thing, but I'm not complaining."
The levitation spell on the book wore off, causing the book to go crashing on the floor, waking some of the nearby soldiers. "If you need a book, I would be the one to ask. If you're just looking for mercs, you have the wrong place."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Faust Kaufman
Location
: Dalaran, Legerdemain
Faust bent over, hefting the book and examining the cover. "Hm, you may have a point. I should get back down to the floor to see if anyone has answered my call to arms as of yet. But before I go, I do have one last question. Is your education aimed at a certain vocation? Or is it merely for the sake of it?" he asked as he dropped the book on a nearby table carelessly.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alaric Dalson, Nibbles
Location
: Dalaran, Legerdemain
The door to the tavern swung open and a tall humanoid figure strode in. The newcomer was wearing a long, weathered cloak of dark green wool, its hem dirtied with soil and dried blood. As he walked, his footsteps heavy, glimpses of dark plate armor with runic designs could be seen beneath the cloak. Tall he was and broad-shouldered, his face concealed by a heavy hood that left only a prominent chin, unhealthily pale and a stylish steel-gray goatee on it to be seen. Behind him, a much shorter humanoid was scurrying, an odd little fellow, bald and ratlike in appearance, bent in half under the weight of a massive weapon - a seven-foot long pole, a spiked sphere on one end and a double-bladed ax on the other.
The taller of the pair glanced around, then headed straight for the poster.
Post by
Levarus
Katuik the Warrior
Kamagua, Howling Fjord
Katuik looked warily at the Death Knight.
We need allies...
came a voice inside him.
But undead are tricky, devious. They are not to be trusted.
Came the other voice. Katuik nodded.
But I am leader, and we need allies if we are to win this...
"The Vrykul...they are indeed our enemies. But tell me, are you the courier who speaks with your leader's voice or the leader himself? Please do stay, I have much to tell you about these inland barbarians that could offer you, and me, a potential bonus in this war. I have killed many I am sad to say. They are vicious berserkers who's mead-swilling ranks are completely devoid of any mercy whatsoever. We must strategize effectively in order to gain a strong influence in Northrend." said Katuik, extending a hand outward to shake this strange foreigner's hand, simultaneously throwing his dead fish into a nearby waste-basket.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Demens Company
Location: Southern Coast, Howling Fjord
Morec's smiled widened and became one of dark malice. "I am the leader of my organization, the one and only," he bowed. "And I'm glad we could make this arangement. My people will be so happy to learn we've made this accord." He shook the tuskarrs hand before letting it go and rubbing his palms together. "And don't worry; I fought the vrykul when I served the Horde. They're not stupid but they're hardly a threat when you have a large number of idividuals who are the best at what they do."
The death knight slowly began to resummon this undead dragon mount. "I'd love to stay and chat personally, but I left my people in a bit of a hurry to get here and I need to make sure they havn't gotten themselves all killed." He laughed. "I'll dispatch an emmisary to serve as a more stable means of communication between our two factions upon my return, he'll be sure to arrive within the hour. I trust your people can keep from going extinct untill he arrives?" He chuckled.
Post by
Levarus
Katuik the Warrior
Kamagua, Howling Fjord
Two can play at this game
... thought Katuik, interrupted by Paeo's son. Wak'luk looked at the Death Knight with an obvious disdain. "Our people won't go extinct! We've lived on this isle since before even the Scourge!" Katuik did his best not to discipline his nephew on the spot, he was growing annoyed by his continual arrogance.
"Bye traveler. May your nets always be full and the spirits at your back. I'll also be sure to send an emmisary to your camp. My people are very excelled at mapping out routes, and our turtles swift on the seas." said Katuik.
Post by
Atik
Vivias, Susan
Azjol'Nerub
"Vivi. And don't wear it out." The demon hunter scowled, continuing onwards and deeper into the tunnels.
Susan sighed. "Don't mind her... really..."
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Demens Company
Location: Southern Coast, Howling Fjord
Morec chuckled at the outspoken tuskar. "I was being sarcasting, my good chum. I have no doubt your survival capabilities far outway my own." He smiled and bowed again. "It has been an honor to speak with you, Chieftan." He remounted his dragon and took off.
One down
, he thought,
one to go. But first best make sure those idiots havn't slaughtered each other, and then send that emisary... Galbain, should do just fine.
Post by
Aimsyr
"Colonel" Laurence Sullivan
Azjol'Nerub
"I wasn't going to. Is she always this
charming
to strangers or does she just have something against me?" Laurence asked Susan, though he said it loud enough for Vivas to hear.
Hans "Sawbones" Adler
Kamagua, Howling Fjord
"Now zat he is gone, could ve discuss some accommodations for myself?" Hans asked, his gaze fixated entirely on Katuik, "I vould like to stay, even if only to resupply... I'm sure I could repay your people vith my medical skills." The
doctor
was now right behind the tuskarr chieftan, despite the fact no-one had seen him move from his original location let alone how long he had been in his new one.
Post by
Atik
Vivias, Susan
Azjol'Nerub
"She just... has a hard time warming up to people." Susan stated, watching Vivias speed up her steps somewhat.
Post by
Levarus
Katuik the Warrior
Kamagua, Howling Fjord
As the Death Knight dissapeared on the aurora lighted horizon, Katuik angrily walked towards Wak'luk. "IF YOU EVER, EVER, DO THAT AGAIN, I SWEAR I'LL DISPATCH OF YOU OF ALL YOUR MEDIOCRE RANKS AND SEND YOU TO THE VYRKUL. GOT IT?" Wak'luk timidly nodded, cowering at the sight of Katuik in his rage. Katuik walked towards his brother Paeo, ignorant to the fact that he had just shamed his brother's son.
"Brother, I'm sending you as an envoy to whomever that freakish outlander's servants may be. Your the fastest one here on the seas, and still are. Bring all your equipment, I shall send four elite orca-riders as your personal guard as well as periodically send more. Gather all the info you can of them. Tell the couriers I send at the subtle cover of night of everything you gathered, they shall return and then tell me. Anything suspicious, you return to this sanctuary. Got it?" Tide-Chieftan Paeo nodded.
Good...
thought Katuik, taking one last look at his brother who had helped him claim the seat of village elder, who had always been his loyal right-hand.
"I am sorry, brother. For my sons disobedience. Please train him though. He wants to be a lot like you, sometimes I think he looks up to you more than me." whispered Paeo with sorrow in his voice. A stab of guilt struck Katuik just then. Katuik nodded.
"It shall be done brother. I will pray to the ancestors for your protection, and your son will learn the ways of the true Tuskar Warrior." Paeo quickly smiled before packing his bags and leaving with the four Orca-riders at his back, Wak'luk as he was walking away into the village turned back with small tears swelling his eyes at his father who was leaving him. Katuik once more saw the ravens in the skies, synchronizing their speed with Paeo on his turtle.
No...
thought Katuik desparingly. But this was his only decision, however dishonorable it may be to his new ally, he had to do what was best for his people, he always had to.
But I am a man of Honor
...came a voice in his head.
But most of all, I am the leader of my people.
He retorted, loping at a brisk pace towards his young nephew.
Post by
Aimsyr
"Colonel" Laurence Sullivan
Azjol'Nerub
"Long as she can fight the rest won't matter here," Laurence commented. The human unslung his rifle now. "This is where it gets dangerous, see that archway there," he gestured calmly in the direction of what he was talking about, "that's the edge of Nerubian territory... You won't see many actual Nerubians, there aren't many, just a fel of a lot of spiderlings... They'll show themselves soon enough."
Hans "Sawbones" Adler
Kamagua, Howling Fjord
Hans cleared his throat, just to remind everyone he was still there, and waited. The
doctor
would have gladly run the Tuskarr through with his sawblades for their insolence, after all in his opinion they were merely fishermen ignoring someone of both a superior profession and race. A hint of anger appeared in his eyes, he did not like being ignored, but to outward appearances he retained his calm and patient demeanor.
Post by
Mojoworkn
Character:
Ava Killian
Location:
Legerdemain Lounge - Dalaran
"Careful!" Ava screeched, tripping over herself to caress the mishandled book. She turned bright red and said, "I specialize in the magic field, specifically magical artifacts, but I'm knowledgable on almost everything there is in Azeroth whether it be history, politics, economics or the ecosystem."
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
, Demens Company
Location: Southern Coast (Port of Blood), Howling Fjord
Morec landed at the camp, a crude sign made of wood and vrykul bone with "Port of Blood" written across the driftwood plank caused him to chuckle. "Elegent," he muesed along, then yelled into the crowd of tents; "Galbain! Get out here!"
A gangling and pale human stepped out from behind a tent, scraping the blades of two knives against each other. His head and shoulders were heavily dropped forward, and he stood hunched over like an animal stand over its prey. "I have a job for you, my good chum," Morec continued when he was certain the man was listening. Galbain smiled, revealing pointy yellow teeth.
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