Popov stared at the barren expanse of mountains in front of him. Behind that range lay the mighty city of Stormwind, where he had once been garrisoned. He was sweating profusely and extremely tired, but he couldn't let Blitz take hold now, as he was close to the redemption he so fiercely sought. He glanced over his shoulder at the Goblins manning the Zeppelin, who were all watching him with wild eyes. It might have something to do with the huge femur of an abomination he had threatened to beat them to death with if they didn't fly him close to Stormwind.
"S….Sir, we can't fly any closer or they will…sh…shoot us down!", the cringing Goblin captain said to him.
Without a single word, he gauged the distance to shore, took two steps, and leapt off the Zeppelin into the water. Smashing into the icy water, he began making strong strokes for the shore, grimly anticipating the unwelcome reception in Stormwind he was sure to get and relaxing his mental hold, letting Blitz take over again. Muttering about fish fins getting in the way of meat pie pinatas, he smashed through a seeming platoon of murlocs on the shore, vaguely hearing Popov in the back of his mind observing how there weren't any murlocs when he left Westfall. Marveling at the color of the fur of Gnolls as he casually threw them off cliffs onto the beach below as he made his way into Elwynn, the rational part of his mind begin to formulate a plan.
The trip through the forest was rather uneventful, although Goldshire was packed with people that seemed to be crazier than him at one point. A person with a bone in their beard, a loincloth, and a weapon made of the shin bone of an abomination didn't even draw a glance. He was kind of confused when a gnome ran up to him and asked him something about "Tribal Family", but when he started yelling about using the gnome as a mace head for his shin bone, he was left alone. A kindly female Paladin he continually referred to as "GENTLY SMASHING" gave him some food and water, and he actually managed a twisted smile for her before he took off at a run towards the castle gates.
As he approached the gates, a contingent of guards, armor jingling, arrayed themselves in front of him. Popov again took control, pushing Blitz to the back of the mind with some difficulty as he requested the Commander of the regiment he used to be part of.
"Johan has been dead for over 3 years. Who did you say you were?", the guard captain said with no small measure of arrogance and disdain.
"Popov….Markov Popovitch… from Westfall", he said with obvious difficulty. He noticed the iron clad Death Knight who had taken some interest in what was going on loosen the huge blade across his back and stride over with what looked like a high ranking soldier.
"Look….I just want to….report on what happened. Make sure family was….taken care of", he said as they debated about what to do with him. "Then I'll run off…Stranglethorn….or Badlands….or Southshore. And let HIM take over."
"Son…Westfall communities are gone. Completely wiped out", the formerly arrogant looking soldier said with a look of pity.
"….gone….where to?", Popov said, with Blitz starting to rage in the back of his mind. “WHERE?”
Before anyone could reply, he leapt over to a nearby fence and grabbed a post, wrenching it out of the ground with surprising ease. Brandishing it in one hand with the abomination femur in the other, he proceeded to attack....the trees, stripping off pieces of bark with each swing, moving from tree to tree near the gates of Stormwind at a frantic pace.
"S….Sir, we can't fly any closer or they will…sh…shoot us down!", the cringing Goblin captain said to him.
Without a single word, he gauged the distance to shore, took two steps, and leapt off the Zeppelin into the water. Smashing into the icy water, he began making strong strokes for the shore, grimly anticipating the unwelcome reception in Stormwind he was sure to get and relaxing his mental hold, letting Blitz take over again. Muttering about fish fins getting in the way of meat pie pinatas, he smashed through a seeming platoon of murlocs on the shore, vaguely hearing Popov in the back of his mind observing how there weren't any murlocs when he left Westfall. Marveling at the color of the fur of Gnolls as he casually threw them off cliffs onto the beach below as he made his way into Elwynn, the rational part of his mind begin to formulate a plan.
The trip through the forest was rather uneventful, although Goldshire was packed with people that seemed to be crazier than him at one point. A person with a bone in their beard, a loincloth, and a weapon made of the shin bone of an abomination didn't even draw a glance. He was kind of confused when a gnome ran up to him and asked him something about "Tribal Family", but when he started yelling about using the gnome as a mace head for his shin bone, he was left alone. A kindly female Paladin he continually referred to as "GENTLY SMASHING" gave him some food and water, and he actually managed a twisted smile for her before he took off at a run towards the castle gates.
As he approached the gates, a contingent of guards, armor jingling, arrayed themselves in front of him. Popov again took control, pushing Blitz to the back of the mind with some difficulty as he requested the Commander of the regiment he used to be part of.
"Johan has been dead for over 3 years. Who did you say you were?", the guard captain said with no small measure of arrogance and disdain.
"Popov….Markov Popovitch… from Westfall", he said with obvious difficulty. He noticed the iron clad Death Knight who had taken some interest in what was going on loosen the huge blade across his back and stride over with what looked like a high ranking soldier.
"Look….I just want to….report on what happened. Make sure family was….taken care of", he said as they debated about what to do with him. "Then I'll run off…Stranglethorn….or Badlands….or Southshore. And let HIM take over."
"Son…Westfall communities are gone. Completely wiped out", the formerly arrogant looking soldier said with a look of pity.
"….gone….where to?", Popov said, with Blitz starting to rage in the back of his mind. “WHERE?”
Before anyone could reply, he leapt over to a nearby fence and grabbed a post, wrenching it out of the ground with surprising ease. Brandishing it in one hand with the abomination femur in the other, he proceeded to attack....the trees, stripping off pieces of bark with each swing, moving from tree to tree near the gates of Stormwind at a frantic pace.
Edited by Popov on 6/24/2013 8:46 PM PDT
