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*Muttering to himself, his voice shifting between that of his trollish body and his once forsaken one, Didios sits tucked away in a corner along one of the lanes in the Undercity.*

Joo jus be shuttin up mon. Dis many years we gone undetected, so close now. Dun be ruinin it!

I'm not you daft fool. But we need to go back home before our enchantments fully fail. Krug'shurush will be able to craft a greater illusion and imbue it into something more permanent for this world. But if we are...

Joo be talkin to loud an long! I know we be goin back home. Dis be da time ta gather da blood. Dis gonna be rushed...

Stop interupting me! Listen Didi, once we aquire his blood, all that's left is to get the heart of a dreadlord. Plenty of those dolts roaming around Draenor still. We

Yes yes I know mon, we gots da blood of a pitlord too. Den we be mixin da bloods in da heart and be placin it in da shrine and awaken dem again!

Shhh! someone is approaching!

*As the two voices hush suddenly, a lone leper gnome chasing an oversized cockroach turns the corner. First poor Glibbinspocket see's is a shadowy silhouette of a hulking form squating dow. Looking closer, knowing this shadow does not belong to an abomination the gnome realizes it has two heads. A meaty fist reaches out grabbing the gnome's skull like that of a small ball. Peering out of the darkness two ogre heads come into the little light around. Litteraly terrified speechless, the gnome dangles in Didios' grasp, his already oversized eyes bulging more so.*

Ugh! See, all that yapping, we didn't notice our polymorph had ended. It's lasting less and less now.

Never mind dat, we deal with dat later. What we do wit him mon?

Hrm, good question! Perhaps we can use him, no need to kill him....yet.

How we be usin dis runt mon? He be seein us, he gonna be tellin...

He won't. Remember those skorn seeds we have, that will...

Ja! Dat be makin him forgets! Give him da notes! He be postin it fer us!

*Mustering all the courage a lowly leper gnome can, Glibbinspocket mutters a few words.*

Don't hurt me! I was just lookin for food to feed my family! Please! I'll do anything! Please!

*Didios' heads snicker at this. With a quick controlled thrust, the ogre slams Glibbernspocket against the ground, enough to knock him out but not seriously hurt the poor creature. About ten minutes later the gnome awakens to a troll shrouded in robes standing over him. A raging headache and the odd taste of dried seeds. Didios extends his hand to help the gnome up.*

Joo ok mon? Joo be chasin sumtin den tripped and fell! Den joo be mutterin sumtin bout food fer da family while joo was outs cold! Dis true? If so, I tink I might has a job fer joo!

*Blinking with blured vision, not being able to recall much of anything that happend the whole day thus far the leper gnome nods yes out of confusion*

Yeah...food...my family needs food. I'm just a poor gnome hiding from the world down here! You can help me? Please! I have sixteen kids and three more on the way! My wife will hurt me if I dont find food! What do you want me to do?

Joo has a clan mon! I be settin joo up fer life if ya go an post dees notes. One by da bank, one up in da courtyard and da rest at the zepplin towers. Do dis and we be givin joo enough gold ta last a lifetime mon! Post dem first, den I pay joo!

*Didios hands over a few notes to the gnome, instructing him not to let anyone know about this. Eagerly Glibbenspocket dashes about, posting the notes as directed, but wondering why the troll call himself "we" at one point. Returning back to Didios, the gnome thanks him for the job. Didios in turn produces a pouch filled with gold, keeping to his word, enough to feed the leper gnome and his family for a lifetime. Filled with tears of joy, Glibbenspocket thanks the troll and rushes off otu of site.*

Wonder if he read the note?

Dosnt matter mon, dey be posted. He wouldnt be able ta...

I hate this form...why must you always speak like that? Come we have to prepare for their awakeneing....

*Didios grasps the hearthstone around his neck and vanishes. Any who passes by the zeplin towers, the bank and courtyard in Undercity may stumble upon a posting that reads the following.*

Greetings dear reader. Do you require extra gold in your life? This is the chance to do! The task will not be easy, and you may have to be creative. I require a vile of Garrosh Hellscream's blood. No no, not asking for an assassination attempt! Just a small vial of his blood. I care not how you obtain it, just that it is his. Do not attempt to falsify this, I have means to test the blood. At which point if you do attempt this, you will be branded a traitor and charged with attempting assassination on our Warchief. No games, do not try to spin this around on me either. Just bring the vial to the shore just north of Garren's haunt. There is a log on the beach, with the Forsaken symbol carved on the lower left side. Place the vial in there. If the blood is true, wait one hour, check on the right side, under the log, your reward will be there. Ten thousand gold coins in a bright yellow pouch. You will have to dig a bit to get it, but do not dig untill the hour has passed.

Signed...

A buyer.

::Not going to pay the gold in game or meet etc in that area, just rp via this post on that part please! And all attempts to figure out who wrote the note etc will fail....for the time being! Keep it a mystery for now please! But Glibbins may remember eventualy...or have some info if questioned about his sudden wealth! But...did he skip out on his family...or stay true to his clan!::