((Good stuff! This has been fun to read.))
The Undermarket: more convenient than ever!
The elf was sitting outside the Blue Recluse when Gentyl saw him. She was sure it was the same one who had asked for help. "Excuse me, Keedriel?"
He looked up. "Yes?"
"May I speak to you later when you have time?" She didn't want to interrupt his discussion with Brownie, but if he had access to some alliance slaves, she wanted to help free them.
She continued into the inn where she had an appointment to interview Helhammer. He was everything she expected and more. It was one of the few times she had laughed during an interview.
"You are hunting with strangers and find a dragon's treasure cave. Inside is a breastplate that is more beautiful than anything you've every imagined. However, a rogue claims the breastplate even though it obvious is not his size or color.
Do you, there are four answers,
A-- Beat the rogue with your sword until there is nothing but bits and whispers of him?
B-- Beat the group leader for letting the knave rob you while you curse him with every fiber of your being?
C-- Return to his village late at night to crush your enemy, see him driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of his women...and goldfish?
D-- Try to talk it out with the group and come to a reasonable solution?"
He took a sip of his tea and considered for a moment. "I'd probably beat the rogue just because I can't stand them, but I would like to see goldfish lamenting. Do they gurgle when they whine?"
Gentyl definitely liked this one.
"Ma'am? you wanted to talk to me?"
It was Keedriel. "Aye, you said something about freeing some slaves. We want to help."
"Oh, yes. We're going to try and free some. Can we expect help from Pia?"
"You can. Tell us when and where. We will be there."
He nodded and left. Few words, but enough. It was better not to discuss anything of consequence in public.
He looked up. "Yes?"
"May I speak to you later when you have time?" She didn't want to interrupt his discussion with Brownie, but if he had access to some alliance slaves, she wanted to help free them.
She continued into the inn where she had an appointment to interview Helhammer. He was everything she expected and more. It was one of the few times she had laughed during an interview.
"You are hunting with strangers and find a dragon's treasure cave. Inside is a breastplate that is more beautiful than anything you've every imagined. However, a rogue claims the breastplate even though it obvious is not his size or color.
Do you, there are four answers,
A-- Beat the rogue with your sword until there is nothing but bits and whispers of him?
B-- Beat the group leader for letting the knave rob you while you curse him with every fiber of your being?
C-- Return to his village late at night to crush your enemy, see him driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of his women...and goldfish?
D-- Try to talk it out with the group and come to a reasonable solution?"
He took a sip of his tea and considered for a moment. "I'd probably beat the rogue just because I can't stand them, but I would like to see goldfish lamenting. Do they gurgle when they whine?"
Gentyl definitely liked this one.
"Ma'am? you wanted to talk to me?"
It was Keedriel. "Aye, you said something about freeing some slaves. We want to help."
"Oh, yes. We're going to try and free some. Can we expect help from Pia?"
"You can. Tell us when and where. We will be there."
He nodded and left. Few words, but enough. It was better not to discuss anything of consequence in public.
((LOVES the classic Conan the Barbarian reference. xD PS, glad to have Pia aboard our little conspiracy...this should make things quite interesting. ^^ ))
((...also PS, Drake is going to be so, so dead when this is all done. xD))
((...also PS, Drake is going to be so, so dead when this is all done. xD))
Edited by Drakehide on 2/23/2012 8:16 AM PST
Tyr's day was bad enough as is.
Embarrassment at the hands of Alanya, check.
Troll druid randomly licking her, check.
Getting caught in an evil plot involving her sister and close friend, hurting Rhoest in the process...
Double Check.
Then she found out that Keedriel had brought the Pia into the Modas incident.
Pia. Her general hatred for Gentyl and the Pia was of no secret to anyone. And now they were invading the plans she'd made with the Blood Elf Brigade.
There will be beatings, she thought. She then looked into her mug and sighed.
There will beatings... After another drink.
Depressed Staircase Elves are not very good at making threats.
Embarrassment at the hands of Alanya, check.
Troll druid randomly licking her, check.
Getting caught in an evil plot involving her sister and close friend, hurting Rhoest in the process...
Double Check.
Then she found out that Keedriel had brought the Pia into the Modas incident.
Pia. Her general hatred for Gentyl and the Pia was of no secret to anyone. And now they were invading the plans she'd made with the Blood Elf Brigade.
There will be beatings, she thought. She then looked into her mug and sighed.
There will beatings... After another drink.
Depressed Staircase Elves are not very good at making threats.
((Just as a note, I got mixed up in some of the details and had to go back and edit a couple posts. Thanks for pointing that out, Keed - that actually makes this WAAAAY easier. xD))
((Lahkin less derpy, pick RIGHT thread this time!))
The party never stops. Lahkin reminisced to himself that he should have known this by now, but no...
A peculiar, badly scarred elf named Keederl came to speak with Lahkin in Stormwind, asking for aid. The Modas had a slave-ring. Keederl and his contacts wanted to see it destroyed. Lahkin couldn't agree more, but there was something wrong about it all...
After hearing him, Erelyn mentioned the possibility of a trap. Slave owners didn't kill their stock, because doing so would make no monetary sense.
Unless they knew they were in danger of being discovered.
Unless...they WANTED to be discovered.
Lahkin chewed on his lip thoughtfully all the way back to Aerie Peak. Once there, he got a dwarf's help in writing up a letter, to go out to a few leaders he knew might be interested in the eventual attack. He warned them of the danger. He asked if he could count on them to lend their swords. And he enclosed a box of Wildhammer ale to certain group of them.
That done, all he had to do was sit back and wait for their replies, and for Keederl's contacts to find the location of the slave ring.
Lahkin hated waiting.
The party never stops. Lahkin reminisced to himself that he should have known this by now, but no...
A peculiar, badly scarred elf named Keederl came to speak with Lahkin in Stormwind, asking for aid. The Modas had a slave-ring. Keederl and his contacts wanted to see it destroyed. Lahkin couldn't agree more, but there was something wrong about it all...
After hearing him, Erelyn mentioned the possibility of a trap. Slave owners didn't kill their stock, because doing so would make no monetary sense.
Unless they knew they were in danger of being discovered.
Unless...they WANTED to be discovered.
Lahkin chewed on his lip thoughtfully all the way back to Aerie Peak. Once there, he got a dwarf's help in writing up a letter, to go out to a few leaders he knew might be interested in the eventual attack. He warned them of the danger. He asked if he could count on them to lend their swords. And he enclosed a box of Wildhammer ale to certain group of them.
That done, all he had to do was sit back and wait for their replies, and for Keederl's contacts to find the location of the slave ring.
Lahkin hated waiting.
Edited by Lahkin on 2/24/2012 10:21 PM PST
((Hi, all. ^^ Just wanted to say sorry for the silence over the last little bit...this arc is actually quite active Horde-side at the moment, but I don't want to post any update or response until I've had the chance to RP this out with Drake's new...uh...acquisition...))
((EDIT AND PS: Argustus and Thelinna, I had a blast with the RP last night. Thankees muchly! And, to all my peeps who met with Drake in the tavern last night, I am incredibly touched by the support you guys have shown for Drake and the interest you've shown in this story arc, despite how rarely I've been able to RP lately. I'm exceedingly lucky to have such good friends. ^^ ))
((EDIT EDIT AND PS PS: Drake's gonna be in sooooo much poop with the Horde after all this...xD))
((Updates to follow soon!))
((EDIT AND PS: Argustus and Thelinna, I had a blast with the RP last night. Thankees muchly! And, to all my peeps who met with Drake in the tavern last night, I am incredibly touched by the support you guys have shown for Drake and the interest you've shown in this story arc, despite how rarely I've been able to RP lately. I'm exceedingly lucky to have such good friends. ^^ ))
((EDIT EDIT AND PS PS: Drake's gonna be in sooooo much poop with the Horde after all this...xD))
((Updates to follow soon!))
Edited by Drakehide on 2/25/2012 4:58 AM PST
Drakehide was alone.
Just a few minutes prior, the slave he had acquired - in exchange for the 12,500 gold that Nukenson had given him - had been released to Tyrynna and Keedriel's care, and was being safely delivered back to Alliance territory. The initial questioning, conducted by Keedriel since Drakehide could not speak Darnassian, turned up only scattered mention of "forests", "darkness", "pain", and a few other words.
It turned out their slave friend was a wanderer from Ashenvale. And...from what Drake could tell - very little he could guess - Argustus' initial assessment had been correct. She was physically and very likely mentally damaged as well. Even Tyrynna attempting to read the girl's mind turned up little more. All they knew was that the place she had been kept was a place of stone, candles, bars, and dark.
Keedriel had come to the same initial conclusion that Drakehide had - it sounded like Undercity. But...there was not enough evidence. Not enough proof. They needed more. Much more. With any luck...Keedriel and Tyrynna would recover more answers.
The blood elf, who lived among orcs, and who took their values as his own, found himself sitting in a very quiet room, thinking over the decisions he had made, recently, and his part in this conspiracy against the slave trade. He had lied, point-blank, to Fernand Argustus. He was undermining the Modas il Toralar - and while they did, yes, commit many atrocious acts their work defending the Horde's borders was honorable work, and many of them were honorable individuals. Probably.
And now, as Drakehide had learned today, when the storage facility for the slaves was found a multitude of Alliance guilds had already pledged to invade Horde territory, and take it out.
And what if they do not stop at the warehouses...?
It would not stop with the warehouses. As he had learned from Argustus, slaves were usually sold in bulk. This meant that someone, somewhere, was buying in bulk. Destroying the warehouse would not destroy the slave trade - it would spike demand. They would have cut off the snake's head, and it would grow three new ones to replace it.
Drakehide could not shake the feeling that he had given the Alliance what they'd been waiting for, all this time: a cause, that they could all rally around. An excuse to unify, against the Horde. And now, Drakehide's folly would bring the whole weight of that aptly-named Alliance crashing down on his faction, and his chosen people. Could Undercity defend itself against such a fighting force? Could Orgrimmar?
Will the Horde burn, for what I have done...?
Part of him wanted to follow Keedriel's advice. Take his loved ones, go into hiding. But...this was not his way. No. He saw the slave trade - specifically the mistreatment and abuse of these slaves - as something less than honorable. Something less than worthy of the Horde. It would be stopped. He would do his utmost, to see that this was stopped. The Alliance was a means, that would accomplish this end.
But...the moment that innocent Horde blood was spilled...this pact he had made with them would die. And for every life dishonorably taken by the Alliance...if they took the warehouse, and then turned their weapons on the Horde's people...
Then Drakehide, son of Mok'Rukh, would show them all how the sons of Rukh made war.
And it would be glorious.
((PS - big thank you to everyone involved in the RP this evening, y'all know who you are! ^^ I had a terrific time. You guys are awesome. Again, many thanks!))
Just a few minutes prior, the slave he had acquired - in exchange for the 12,500 gold that Nukenson had given him - had been released to Tyrynna and Keedriel's care, and was being safely delivered back to Alliance territory. The initial questioning, conducted by Keedriel since Drakehide could not speak Darnassian, turned up only scattered mention of "forests", "darkness", "pain", and a few other words.
It turned out their slave friend was a wanderer from Ashenvale. And...from what Drake could tell - very little he could guess - Argustus' initial assessment had been correct. She was physically and very likely mentally damaged as well. Even Tyrynna attempting to read the girl's mind turned up little more. All they knew was that the place she had been kept was a place of stone, candles, bars, and dark.
Keedriel had come to the same initial conclusion that Drakehide had - it sounded like Undercity. But...there was not enough evidence. Not enough proof. They needed more. Much more. With any luck...Keedriel and Tyrynna would recover more answers.
The blood elf, who lived among orcs, and who took their values as his own, found himself sitting in a very quiet room, thinking over the decisions he had made, recently, and his part in this conspiracy against the slave trade. He had lied, point-blank, to Fernand Argustus. He was undermining the Modas il Toralar - and while they did, yes, commit many atrocious acts their work defending the Horde's borders was honorable work, and many of them were honorable individuals. Probably.
And now, as Drakehide had learned today, when the storage facility for the slaves was found a multitude of Alliance guilds had already pledged to invade Horde territory, and take it out.
And what if they do not stop at the warehouses...?
It would not stop with the warehouses. As he had learned from Argustus, slaves were usually sold in bulk. This meant that someone, somewhere, was buying in bulk. Destroying the warehouse would not destroy the slave trade - it would spike demand. They would have cut off the snake's head, and it would grow three new ones to replace it.
Drakehide could not shake the feeling that he had given the Alliance what they'd been waiting for, all this time: a cause, that they could all rally around. An excuse to unify, against the Horde. And now, Drakehide's folly would bring the whole weight of that aptly-named Alliance crashing down on his faction, and his chosen people. Could Undercity defend itself against such a fighting force? Could Orgrimmar?
Will the Horde burn, for what I have done...?
Part of him wanted to follow Keedriel's advice. Take his loved ones, go into hiding. But...this was not his way. No. He saw the slave trade - specifically the mistreatment and abuse of these slaves - as something less than honorable. Something less than worthy of the Horde. It would be stopped. He would do his utmost, to see that this was stopped. The Alliance was a means, that would accomplish this end.
But...the moment that innocent Horde blood was spilled...this pact he had made with them would die. And for every life dishonorably taken by the Alliance...if they took the warehouse, and then turned their weapons on the Horde's people...
Then Drakehide, son of Mok'Rukh, would show them all how the sons of Rukh made war.
And it would be glorious.
((PS - big thank you to everyone involved in the RP this evening, y'all know who you are! ^^ I had a terrific time. You guys are awesome. Again, many thanks!))
Edited by Drakehide on 2/25/2012 8:00 PM PST
This was NOT Drakehide's day.
The scowl on Drakehide's face, as he approached the border of Stranglethorn Vale, headed back for safer grounds, was roughly the same scowl it had been when mister Dernas of the Nukenson Trade Enterprise had given him the bad news, during the blood elf's recent visit to Elwynn Forest. That's right. Elwynn Forest.
Recently, yes, Drakehide had been participating again in honorable battles, glorious campaigns, and while in Orgrimmar recently to pick up a gift for a friend's wedding had been fortunate enough to participate in repelling an Alliance strike force from Orgrimmar's front gate. It was enough to make his inner warrior feel alive. Strong. Glorious, once again, like the golden days of the sons of Rukh!
Where we were?
...right. Back to Elwynn Forest.
Despite his recent shift back towards his Horde roots, now that his part in the collaboration to undo the Modas slave trade was done, Drakehide had paid a visit to an old friend, Keedriel, in Elwynn forest, near Stormwind where Keedriel, for the time, resided. Though they stood on opposite ends of a conflicted world at the moment, the friendship between them was still strong, and Drakehide had looked forward to seeing his friend again.
And then Eldantios showed up. Oh, it started gloriously enough. They had exchanged insults, and then threats, and then Drakehide had been determined to cleave the hunter in half...until he'd found himself under the influence of mind control. Somehow. How did a hunter even HAVE mind control...? When he'd finally broken the mind control, he opened his eyes to lush, green, tranquil Elwynn Forest once again - oh, and a gigantic, rapidly approaching fist moving in the general direction of his face.
Then he woke up in a barn. A BARN. Still in Elwynn forest. But now he was lying in hay, dirt, and the feces of beasts.
How the glorious had fallen.
And it only got worse from there. He woke up to the sight of a worgen male wearing FAR too much green to be normal. A worgen who introduced himself as Dernas, a representative of Jack Nukenson's "Nukenson Trade Enterprise." As it turned out, Drakehide had grossly misunderstood the terms of his arrangement with Nukenson.
Drakehide had originally understood that for 12,500 gold he would deliver information on the Modas slave trade to the Alliance, once he had purchased and questioned one of Modas' slaves. This, he had done.
What he hadn't realized is that he'd been supposed to deliver the slave to that greedy, gold-grubbing, extortionist, blackmailing bastard Jack Nukenson, who intended to sell the information back to the Alliance for that same price. Probably even a profit. After everything Drakehide had risked and done to prevent the slave trade from continuing, and expanding, he now found himself 12,500 in debt not just to an enemy faction, but Jack (($%*&#*@!!!)) Nukenson.
Drakehide's opinion of Nukenson was NOT high at the moment. Not high at all. This was the last time that Drakehide was EVER trusting a human.
The day was not a complete loss. Tyrynna had arrived near the end of his meeting with Dernas to laugh at Drakehide's misfortune, call him names, and smack him over the head with the enchanted scroll that allowed the three of them to converse between each other. So, when one thought about it, the day was not a...Wait...wait, that part had also only made things worse.
The day WAS a complete loss.
Apparently the Nukenson Trade Enterprise had a plan for his debt. They wanted something from him. Specifically they wanted information on Modas. Just when he'd thought he could go back to a life of honor, of battle, of blood and thunder...he was wrangled in by the ears, into another scheme that would probably dishonor his house and get him killed.
The question now was just where to begin.
As soon as he reached the Northern Barrens, Drakehide realized with a sigh, he was going to have to write a letter to Argustus.
And here we go again...
((Drake's a ball of misery and rage at the moment, but I had so...much...fun with the RP over the last couple days! xD Keed, Eldan, Tyr, and Mister NTE Himself, I had a completely blast. I cannot describe the amount of ROFL that took place in me at Drake's many misfortunes tonight. xD Y'all are brilliant!))
((EDIT: Also, haven't decided whether Drake is going to honor the new deal with Nukenson, whether he's going to rat them out to Modas, or whether he's just going to sit, and wait to see what happens next. Might have him offer an alternative payment plan that doesn't involve espionage. Not 100% sure yet. Right now I'm just trying to figure out WWDD, or rather, What Would Drake Do, given the situation. Will keep y'all apprised!))
The scowl on Drakehide's face, as he approached the border of Stranglethorn Vale, headed back for safer grounds, was roughly the same scowl it had been when mister Dernas of the Nukenson Trade Enterprise had given him the bad news, during the blood elf's recent visit to Elwynn Forest. That's right. Elwynn Forest.
Recently, yes, Drakehide had been participating again in honorable battles, glorious campaigns, and while in Orgrimmar recently to pick up a gift for a friend's wedding had been fortunate enough to participate in repelling an Alliance strike force from Orgrimmar's front gate. It was enough to make his inner warrior feel alive. Strong. Glorious, once again, like the golden days of the sons of Rukh!
Where we were?
...right. Back to Elwynn Forest.
Despite his recent shift back towards his Horde roots, now that his part in the collaboration to undo the Modas slave trade was done, Drakehide had paid a visit to an old friend, Keedriel, in Elwynn forest, near Stormwind where Keedriel, for the time, resided. Though they stood on opposite ends of a conflicted world at the moment, the friendship between them was still strong, and Drakehide had looked forward to seeing his friend again.
And then Eldantios showed up. Oh, it started gloriously enough. They had exchanged insults, and then threats, and then Drakehide had been determined to cleave the hunter in half...until he'd found himself under the influence of mind control. Somehow. How did a hunter even HAVE mind control...? When he'd finally broken the mind control, he opened his eyes to lush, green, tranquil Elwynn Forest once again - oh, and a gigantic, rapidly approaching fist moving in the general direction of his face.
Then he woke up in a barn. A BARN. Still in Elwynn forest. But now he was lying in hay, dirt, and the feces of beasts.
How the glorious had fallen.
And it only got worse from there. He woke up to the sight of a worgen male wearing FAR too much green to be normal. A worgen who introduced himself as Dernas, a representative of Jack Nukenson's "Nukenson Trade Enterprise." As it turned out, Drakehide had grossly misunderstood the terms of his arrangement with Nukenson.
Drakehide had originally understood that for 12,500 gold he would deliver information on the Modas slave trade to the Alliance, once he had purchased and questioned one of Modas' slaves. This, he had done.
What he hadn't realized is that he'd been supposed to deliver the slave to that greedy, gold-grubbing, extortionist, blackmailing bastard Jack Nukenson, who intended to sell the information back to the Alliance for that same price. Probably even a profit. After everything Drakehide had risked and done to prevent the slave trade from continuing, and expanding, he now found himself 12,500 in debt not just to an enemy faction, but Jack (($%*&#*@!!!)) Nukenson.
Drakehide's opinion of Nukenson was NOT high at the moment. Not high at all. This was the last time that Drakehide was EVER trusting a human.
The day was not a complete loss. Tyrynna had arrived near the end of his meeting with Dernas to laugh at Drakehide's misfortune, call him names, and smack him over the head with the enchanted scroll that allowed the three of them to converse between each other. So, when one thought about it, the day was not a...Wait...wait, that part had also only made things worse.
The day WAS a complete loss.
Apparently the Nukenson Trade Enterprise had a plan for his debt. They wanted something from him. Specifically they wanted information on Modas. Just when he'd thought he could go back to a life of honor, of battle, of blood and thunder...he was wrangled in by the ears, into another scheme that would probably dishonor his house and get him killed.
The question now was just where to begin.
As soon as he reached the Northern Barrens, Drakehide realized with a sigh, he was going to have to write a letter to Argustus.
And here we go again...
((Drake's a ball of misery and rage at the moment, but I had so...much...fun with the RP over the last couple days! xD Keed, Eldan, Tyr, and Mister NTE Himself, I had a completely blast. I cannot describe the amount of ROFL that took place in me at Drake's many misfortunes tonight. xD Y'all are brilliant!))
((EDIT: Also, haven't decided whether Drake is going to honor the new deal with Nukenson, whether he's going to rat them out to Modas, or whether he's just going to sit, and wait to see what happens next. Might have him offer an alternative payment plan that doesn't involve espionage. Not 100% sure yet. Right now I'm just trying to figure out WWDD, or rather, What Would Drake Do, given the situation. Will keep y'all apprised!))
Edited by Drakehide on 2/29/2012 2:32 AM PST
Dernas Corven stoped outside the Nukenson Trade Enterprise's new Headquarters to admire the building. It wasn't too impressive at the moment. The building had been a two story shop in the Trade District of Stormwind before Jack had grabbed it. The outside remained largely unadorned and the inside still had little furniture with the exception of a few tables, chairs, and a front desk.
Jack was reclined back in one of the chairs at a table in the center of the room when Dernas walked in. "Ah, mister Corvin. Did you make certain mister Emberwing had a much clearer understanding of his task this time?" Jack said as he fiddled with something at the table.
Dernas grinned as he shifted back to his human form and brushed some hay from his shoulders. "Message recieved and understood boss. I don't think that fellow is having a great day." Dernas said as he withdrew a rolled scroll from his belt pouch. "This scroll is bloody brilliant by the way. Where the fel did you get this thing?" Dernas asked as he handed the Scroll of Communication back to Jack.
"Now what kind of buisnessman would I be if I shared all my trade secrets?" Jack said with a chuckle. "Are you familiar with the history of the Troll empires mister Corvin?" Jack randomly asked in a oddly calm tone.
"Not particularly boss." Dernas replied with a shrug. He noticed a Azeroth world map had been spread over the table infron of Jack, little red and blue flags marked the Alliance and Horde's respective teritories. There was also a green flag in Stormwind, and a pair of black ones at Undercity and Orgrimmar.
"The drunk archeoligist at the Recluse certainly was..." Jack said with a chuckle. "I didn't really pay attention, but I got the main point of it." Jack continued. "You see, the Trolls used to have vast empires all over the world. Then something happened to split the world into the continents we have now." Jack began. "Now, they all had the same 'Voodoo' belief system, but interprited it different ways. Those that ruled through fear, died out quickly in the wake of this tragedy. Those who ruled by promising power to those who served loyaly, remain to this day." Jack finished with a smile as Dernas finaly got a look at what Jack had been fiddling with on the table. Nukenson held a small trollish doll made to resemble an elf, and had stitched jagged brown armor over it.
"And which one are we doing mista Nukenson?" Dernas asked with mild amusement.
"Depends on the client." Jack said with a sadistic grin. "Money is a wonderous thing mister Corvin. It allows us to envoke both methods on the same subject." Jack said as he turned back to the map on the table. "You know what ends empires today mister Corvin? Competition." Jack finished as he slid one of the green flags into the voodoo doll's hand. "This, Modas Il Toralari, they control the trade of nearly everything in the Horde. Mister Emberwing will give us targets to feed the War Council, and if someone happens to pick up Modas' stock along the way well... Thats just good buisness." Jack smiled as he knocked one of the little black flags over with the doll's foot and set the miniture NTE flag waving representation of Drakehide on the toppled piece.
"An' what if your pawn gets caught in the crossfire?" Dernas asked with an amused grin.
"And what if he is? He's the Horde's pawn as much as ours. And theres plenty more disgruntled reds to lead astray from Garosh's egocentric nationalism." Jack stated flatly. "Magic isn't neccisary for mind control mister Corvin. Everyone has a price, you just need to find it and wave it infront of thier face."
Jack was reclined back in one of the chairs at a table in the center of the room when Dernas walked in. "Ah, mister Corvin. Did you make certain mister Emberwing had a much clearer understanding of his task this time?" Jack said as he fiddled with something at the table.
Dernas grinned as he shifted back to his human form and brushed some hay from his shoulders. "Message recieved and understood boss. I don't think that fellow is having a great day." Dernas said as he withdrew a rolled scroll from his belt pouch. "This scroll is bloody brilliant by the way. Where the fel did you get this thing?" Dernas asked as he handed the Scroll of Communication back to Jack.
"Now what kind of buisnessman would I be if I shared all my trade secrets?" Jack said with a chuckle. "Are you familiar with the history of the Troll empires mister Corvin?" Jack randomly asked in a oddly calm tone.
"Not particularly boss." Dernas replied with a shrug. He noticed a Azeroth world map had been spread over the table infron of Jack, little red and blue flags marked the Alliance and Horde's respective teritories. There was also a green flag in Stormwind, and a pair of black ones at Undercity and Orgrimmar.
"The drunk archeoligist at the Recluse certainly was..." Jack said with a chuckle. "I didn't really pay attention, but I got the main point of it." Jack continued. "You see, the Trolls used to have vast empires all over the world. Then something happened to split the world into the continents we have now." Jack began. "Now, they all had the same 'Voodoo' belief system, but interprited it different ways. Those that ruled through fear, died out quickly in the wake of this tragedy. Those who ruled by promising power to those who served loyaly, remain to this day." Jack finished with a smile as Dernas finaly got a look at what Jack had been fiddling with on the table. Nukenson held a small trollish doll made to resemble an elf, and had stitched jagged brown armor over it.
"And which one are we doing mista Nukenson?" Dernas asked with mild amusement.
"Depends on the client." Jack said with a sadistic grin. "Money is a wonderous thing mister Corvin. It allows us to envoke both methods on the same subject." Jack said as he turned back to the map on the table. "You know what ends empires today mister Corvin? Competition." Jack finished as he slid one of the green flags into the voodoo doll's hand. "This, Modas Il Toralari, they control the trade of nearly everything in the Horde. Mister Emberwing will give us targets to feed the War Council, and if someone happens to pick up Modas' stock along the way well... Thats just good buisness." Jack smiled as he knocked one of the little black flags over with the doll's foot and set the miniture NTE flag waving representation of Drakehide on the toppled piece.
"An' what if your pawn gets caught in the crossfire?" Dernas asked with an amused grin.
"And what if he is? He's the Horde's pawn as much as ours. And theres plenty more disgruntled reds to lead astray from Garosh's egocentric nationalism." Jack stated flatly. "Magic isn't neccisary for mind control mister Corvin. Everyone has a price, you just need to find it and wave it infront of thier face."
It was said that with enough Cactus Cider, anything was possible.
This was well and good for most warriors, but Drakehide was down to his last Cactus Cider, as he sat wasting away in the Wyvern's Tail Inn, in Orgrimmar. He'd made it back by zepellin just earlier that day, and had spent most of his time since in the bar. The warrior had been fortunate enough to catch Roriel and Kagran, two old friends, honorable warriors both. When he had asked their thoughts on his new problem, Roriel had suggested forgetting about it - Drakehide and Roriel had both promised months ago to return to Uldum one day and aid the ruler there. Drakehide saw promise in the suggestion, but was hesitant to follow it. Sons of Rukh, after all, did not run from their problems.
One thing Drakehide, Kagran, and Roriel agreed on, all of them, was that Nukenson was trouble. Big trouble. Sooner or later, he was a thorn in Drakehide's side that would need to be addressed.
The question now was how. The warrior found himself at a crossroad. This was why he was taking up one of Gravy's barstools this evening, and drinking himself into a stupor.
Nukenson had given him 12,500 gold, with which to gather information on a cruel, degrading slave trade so that it could be ended, swiftly and decisively. Sons of Rukh always repaid their debts. And yet...Nukenson was without honor. He was a human. Worse than that, he was a businessman. Which were only a mild step above lawyers and hyenas, and certainly not to be trusted. His intention for the gold had nothing to do with Drakehide's cause - Nukenson had surely been trying to turn a tidy profit.
To continue on this course...to gather the information that Nukenson sought would bring about disaster. To both Drakehide, and to the Horde. A unified Alliance front, making excursions into Horde territories...it was unspeakable. They would lay waste to Drakehide's friends, and family. This could not be allowed to happen. Besides which...if there was one thing Drakehide firmly believed now, it was that the slave trade could not be stopped.
Delayed, perhaps. Stunted, likely. But any damage done to the trade would only cause demand to explode. This scheme of his, to accomplish an honorable aim, had become a many-headed hydra, and was only growing more heads by the day, with each step he took now for Nukenson.
Nukenson...the human who had made a pawn, a servant of a son of Rukh. It was unforgiveable. But...at the same time...Drakehide dared not strike against him. Not without preparation. Not without thought. If Nukenson leaked information into the Horde that Drakehide was working against Modas' slave trade...well, this would destroy the blood elf, his friends, and his family on a whole new level. The last thing Drakehide needed was the Modas il Toralar on his tail.
Sooner or later, though...the Modas il Toralar would catch up with him all the same. It was only a matter of time now.
One last Cactus Cider...
Drakehide popped the lid of the flask, and downed the drink in several deep gulps. Perhaps...if he was fortunate...the cider would speak to him, and a solution would appear.
((OOC, I have NO idea what to do next with this. xD Ideas, anyone?))
This was well and good for most warriors, but Drakehide was down to his last Cactus Cider, as he sat wasting away in the Wyvern's Tail Inn, in Orgrimmar. He'd made it back by zepellin just earlier that day, and had spent most of his time since in the bar. The warrior had been fortunate enough to catch Roriel and Kagran, two old friends, honorable warriors both. When he had asked their thoughts on his new problem, Roriel had suggested forgetting about it - Drakehide and Roriel had both promised months ago to return to Uldum one day and aid the ruler there. Drakehide saw promise in the suggestion, but was hesitant to follow it. Sons of Rukh, after all, did not run from their problems.
One thing Drakehide, Kagran, and Roriel agreed on, all of them, was that Nukenson was trouble. Big trouble. Sooner or later, he was a thorn in Drakehide's side that would need to be addressed.
The question now was how. The warrior found himself at a crossroad. This was why he was taking up one of Gravy's barstools this evening, and drinking himself into a stupor.
Nukenson had given him 12,500 gold, with which to gather information on a cruel, degrading slave trade so that it could be ended, swiftly and decisively. Sons of Rukh always repaid their debts. And yet...Nukenson was without honor. He was a human. Worse than that, he was a businessman. Which were only a mild step above lawyers and hyenas, and certainly not to be trusted. His intention for the gold had nothing to do with Drakehide's cause - Nukenson had surely been trying to turn a tidy profit.
To continue on this course...to gather the information that Nukenson sought would bring about disaster. To both Drakehide, and to the Horde. A unified Alliance front, making excursions into Horde territories...it was unspeakable. They would lay waste to Drakehide's friends, and family. This could not be allowed to happen. Besides which...if there was one thing Drakehide firmly believed now, it was that the slave trade could not be stopped.
Delayed, perhaps. Stunted, likely. But any damage done to the trade would only cause demand to explode. This scheme of his, to accomplish an honorable aim, had become a many-headed hydra, and was only growing more heads by the day, with each step he took now for Nukenson.
Nukenson...the human who had made a pawn, a servant of a son of Rukh. It was unforgiveable. But...at the same time...Drakehide dared not strike against him. Not without preparation. Not without thought. If Nukenson leaked information into the Horde that Drakehide was working against Modas' slave trade...well, this would destroy the blood elf, his friends, and his family on a whole new level. The last thing Drakehide needed was the Modas il Toralar on his tail.
Sooner or later, though...the Modas il Toralar would catch up with him all the same. It was only a matter of time now.
One last Cactus Cider...
Drakehide popped the lid of the flask, and downed the drink in several deep gulps. Perhaps...if he was fortunate...the cider would speak to him, and a solution would appear.
((OOC, I have NO idea what to do next with this. xD Ideas, anyone?))
Edited by Drakehide on 3/1/2012 6:01 PM PST
((OH NOES. xD))
EDIT: ((At least you didn't call him Bronny...xD))
EDIT EDIT: ((Since Drake's part in this has really branched out, as of late, and since I feel bad with how much Drake's kind of taken over this topic, I'm continuing Drake's part in this story in a separate thread. Will post links as soon as I have a thread done.))
EDIT EDIT EDIT: ((Link is here! http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/4139864781 ))
EDIT: ((At least you didn't call him Bronny...xD))
EDIT EDIT: ((Since Drake's part in this has really branched out, as of late, and since I feel bad with how much Drake's kind of taken over this topic, I'm continuing Drake's part in this story in a separate thread. Will post links as soon as I have a thread done.))
EDIT EDIT EDIT: ((Link is here! http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/4139864781 ))
Edited by Drakehide on 3/3/2012 1:20 PM PST
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