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Araaya Wrathbane sat alone in his office in Brill. He preferred the quiet town to never ending noise found within Undercity. The last bell ringing could still be heard, it was seven 'o' clock. And Whoever Araaya was waiting for was officially late. He stood up, once again in a foul mood and turned towards the door only to see a shadowy figure standing in the doorway.

"Ah, Rattamahata i presume? your late."

The Figure was that of a Orc, his face still hidden within the shadows.

"Well you might as well as come in, and close the door behind you, this is not a conversation that i want any of Benoite's damned interns hearing." The Orc stepped inside and closed the door but still did not speak.

"So you were one of the Mercenaries recently hired to destroy Trenetirs ships, correct?" said Araaya. The Orc still said nothing but gave a slight nod. "Well i must say if heard extraordinary things about you, Ra'zel Grimmskar" Araaya grinned, "But you prefer to go by Rattamahata, right. Hmm quite a silly name if you ask me, But nonetheless i do wish to hire you. The Orc's face came into the light and he gave a Araaya quite the threatening look.

"Fine, Fine i will not use your real name again" said Araaya "I Assume you've read the Package i sent you? Describing the job?"

The Orc nodded again. still not making a sound.

"Well i hope you have better Social skills than what you are displaying now, these are primarily Blood elves we are dealing with" he said condensendingly. "But make no mistake Orc! You will be working for me, not the library! Araaya said as he poked the large Orc in the chest with his finger. The Orc made no motion to stop him only kept the same cold stare.

"Very Well, i shall expect your first report soon, now begone i must get back to my work.

The Orc turned and walked out of Araaya's office, and back to his camp. His camp was very primeative, nothing but a fire and a crude bed made of sticks and tree moss. "Never get to comfortable" he thought. Rattamahata pulled a envelope out of his left leg pocket, and then the letter within. Near the bottom of the letter was a list of names that had all been scratched off, like Bastaalius Felraine and Hobletoe Rumrocket, all except the last name which was written much bolder than the others. He crumpled up the letter and discarded it in the fire, he wouldn't need it to remember this last name. He had read this letter so many times that he could almost hear his fathers voice saying it.

"Wrathbane" he said quietly with a grin....

Rattamahata walked into Araaya's office, it was deserted and cob webs hung from the bookshelves to the dust covered desk, he sat and leaned back in the chair and threw his muddy feet up onto the desk as he thought about what had happened that night. Warika's apprenticeship to guardianship was coming along very well. She was allready a fine hunter and despite the comments from that chicken legged elf Laladrielle, she was not fat. But she had one problem, one that Ratta fully intended to fix. She was soft, but tonight he had taken steps to help remedy that. The conflict with Laladrielle was not planned but it was a nice bonus. Tonight Ratta had brought Warika in on his Smuggling operation. And Warika had done very well, and Vanarlien had been dealt with...

Ratta folded up a worn sheet of paper that was torn in the corners, he folded it up and put it into a envelope, but before depositing it into Araaya's safe he wrote Warika's name on it. It was a unfortunate thing that had happened during the operation at the back gate of Orgrimmar, but now he new that Warika took smuggling refugees Orc's out of the city as serious as he had. Ratta thought back to earlier that night when he had met with Vanarlien.

"Ah, i recognize you, your one of Benoite's interns correct?" said Ratta
"Aye, that i'am, and you are? Vanarlien replied with a arrogant tone.

Rattamahata grinned at the pompous lil elf "Iam Guardian Ratta, Miss Benoite asked me to tell you a message, she needs for you to complete a task for her, she is quite busy and is unable to ask you herself"

"Miss Benoite asked for me specifically? Is about damned time she put me to better use than carrying platters of appitizers at her salons, what did she say? Vanarlien asked.

"Well, she actually has a very important task for you, one i'm sure your more than capable of. We will be moving some books from Orgrimmar and bringing them back to Silvermoon, Orgrimmar just isnt a safe place for them to be any longer. She said to meet her at the back gate, you shall see the library wagon outside, just take a look inside, she'll likely be organizing the books inside, she shall intruct you further." Ratta paused a moment "Vanarlien, i can't stress enough how crucial a part you play in this plan." Ratta grinned menacingly. Vanarlien raised an eyebrow at the Orc. "We'll i shall i prove that i can be trusted"

Ratta nodded at the elf, "Oh, i have no doubt that trust will be proven...no doubt at all."

Itsari Wrathbane sat alone in the blue recluse staring down at his empty mug, he motioned for the barmaid to fill it up once again. It had been sometime since he was free'd from the control of his former en-slaver, but the memories of the things he had done still remained fresh in his mind. He took another large sip of his whisky and clenched his fist and slamming it into the table. Of all the people he hurt, it was his actions involving Nhallia that bothered him most. But nothing seemed to be able to fix what he had done to her. Even returning her eye to her had not broken the silence between them, and likely nothing ever would.

Itsari dragged his clawed finger across the table and motioned for the barmaid to fill his mug again just as a hooded figure walked into the Recluse, Itsari's sniffed the air, and his hair stood on end. He pushed his chair back from the table and lowered his hand towards his Axe laying on the floor beside him.

"What are you doing here?" snarled Itsari.

"Relax Wrathbane, Am only here to check in on you, I trust you've been well?" the Hooded man said with a barely visible grin.

Itsari stood and turned towards the figure holding his Axe in front of him "I should cut your head off where you stand!'' he said vibrating with rage.

"Come on now, Itsari. We both know that is not possible. Im sure you have felt the drain of power lately, since you left my ranks. And if you were foolish enough to raise that Axe any higher towards me, id have no problem reducing you to ash where you stand." said the hooded man.

Itsari gritted his teeth and glared at the man knowing what he said to be true. He had felt a quite a bit weaker, even more so than after the Death of Arthas. "Don't tell me you came all this way to see how i have been...what is it you want...." Itsari chocked on his last word, still not speaking his name.

"I'm here to offer you back your former position with me, i know trying to blend in with these common folk must be tiring, and if you were to return now, i assure you that you earlier abandonment is foregivin." said the figure with a smirk.

"Then you have come for nothing!! I will never return to your control!" Itsari yelled "You might as well kill me now! as he raised his Sword above his head preparing to strike the man.

The figure took a step back and reached into his pocket and pulled out a worn gold locket and held it in front of himself. The sight of the locket seemed to make Itsari Hesitate with his attack.

"Oh but i think you will Wrathbane" said the Hooded man "Or shall i take her as further insurance, hmm?.....

Rattamahata walked into his current base of operations, an abandoned crypt in Tirasfall Glades. After an extended amount of stairs he stopped and pulled back on a dimly lit torch. The crypt rumbled and the cobblestone wall parted into a doorway, he walked inside to check on his guest.

"You! release me immediately!" said the weakened and shackled Undead mage.

Rattamahata chuckled as the mage fidgeted with his shackles, "Its no use Arraya, the Scarlet Crusade used to use this place for their detainees while they questioned them." He said, "And if i would hold them, it will most certainly hold you as well."

"You can't keep me here forever Orc, they will come looking for me!" screamed Arraya.

"I never intended on keeping you indefinately, You will be free to go after you cooperate and i follow through with my plan, and i wouldn't be so sure about them looking for you. They seem quite preoccupied with some missing blood elf poet. And your company from what i gather was always somewhat of a burden." said Ratta.

The Forsaken sighed, and looked toward the stone floor. "I told you already, i haven't seen him in years, he doesn't even know that i'm forsaken, i haven't seen him since we were children."

"Do not feed me any more of your lies Undead, you are not the Wrathbane that i have unfinished business with, i know that you still check in on him from time to time. Just tell me where Itsari is!" Ordered Rattamahata.

"You want me to give up my own brother?! So that you can fulfill your fathers damn legacy?!

Ratta stepped toward the undead and gave him a hard open handed slap across the face. "Your brother took everything from me! My Father! My Mother! and the honor that my name used to hold! Your brother is a monster! And i intend to rebuild that honor for them! Everything i do, is for the Grimmskar name!

Arraya looked up at the Orc with a bit of sympathy in his eyes. "And even tho he does not know that i exist. He is all i have left Orc. I cannot give him up."

Ratta gritted his teeth and roared. "Very well, i suppose we will have to do this hard way, I stopped at the apothecary on my way back. Brace yourself, this will not be pleasant...

Itsari Wrathbane sat upon his deathcharger, just outside the town of Goldshire. His eyes glowed much more intensely, Blue flames could almost been seen creeping out from them. He glared down the hill at the small town as a rider approached him.

"The town is quite busy today sir...especially the inn, some sort of a party i believe" The rider said.
"Then this is the perfect time to test you wretches, and your loyalty to our master" said Itsari,

Itsari turned around to the mass of soldiers behind him, "Go now!! kill them all!! Bar the doors of the Inn and burn it to the ground!! Let nobody survive!!

The soldiers roared as they rode into the little town slaying merchants and civilians without hesitation, they barred the doors of the inn with logs and tossed burning torches atop the inn, smoke billowed out of the cracks of the doors and windows, screams from within the inn echoed into the forest. A elf woman jumped through a window on the second floor her body slashed from the broken glass, her skin was burn't as she clutched her own burned face and chunks of burning flesh fell into the palms of her hands. Itsari walked up behind the elf and drew his sword and then severed her head from her shoulders, He sniffed the air. The smell of ash and burning flesh was thick.

"Its time to leave, the guard will be here soon" Itsari walked back to his death charger, blood ran into pools of mud as Itsari hopped onto his mount and small golden locket was discarded on the ground...

Itsari walked the canals of Stormwind, his face covered by his hood. He approached the spot where he was to meet the hooded man, that had once again taken his life into a evil direction that he had hoped would he would go never again. He stood and Waited for Cideric, He still found it difficult to speak that name. He had thought his life to be his own again, but it seems he was decieved. All it took was a threat to the woman he regretted hurting so much, the memories of such had become to much to bear. He pulled out a flask from his pocket and took a generous swig from it.

"Ah, i see you've taken too the spirits again eh?" said Cideric as he approached Itsari.
"Yes," Itsari paused for moment, as he lowered his head to Cideric. "It would seem so,"
Cideric laughed, "An old family trait, those can be difficult to break." Cideric smiled.

Itsari looked at him, confused. "And what do you know of it?" he questioned. Cideric waved his hand dismissively, "Never mind that, your mind should be on Nhallia's safety, yes?" Itsari, still puzzled by his comment nodded, "Yes, what would you have of me? My will is....yours, My leige." Itsari could barely force the words out of his mouth.
Cideric began to speak, but stopped as heard something in the shadows behind him, "Were you followed here?! exclaimed Cideric. Cideric spun around looking into the darkness behind him. Itsari shook his head no, "No, I'm sure of it, I took all the precautions you said too. Nobody could possibly know that i'am meeting with you." Cideric glared at Itsari. "You imcompetant Runt!! You..." Cideric's words were cut of as a dagger passed across his throat. The body fell lifeless to the cobblestone path, and the figure of a Orc stood behind him. The Orc stepped forward the moonlight illuminating the side of his face. The Orc looked down at the corpse, a grin spread across his face.

"I have been looking for you for some time, Itsari Wrathbane." Said the Orc. Itsari said nothing, he looked down at the corpse, and then up at the Orc, "I assume that is something you wish you could have done for some time eh?" said the Orc. Itsari shocked by what had just transpired, gave a slight nod. "Who are you? How did you find us?" said Itsari. The Orc kneeled down and began cutting the head from the shoulder of the corpse and then placing his trophy in his bag. "I know, much about you Itsari, thanks to your brother Araaya. Itsari shook his head. "Araaya? He lives? But i had thought him dead most of my life?" The Orc smiled at the Worgen, "Well, he still walks this world, yes. But he is Forsaken, he has been watching you for most your life. But too ashamed by what he is too show himself, he told me much of you, after a bit of....coaching" The orc grinned. "Iam Raz'el Grimmskar, you should recognize that name, no?"
Itsari took a few defensive steps back as he slowly moved his hand towards his sword. "Then you are here for me aswell i assume?"

Raz'el eye'd the Worgen up "Now, don't be foolish Worgen. I have just liberated you from a life a that you have never been able to. Indeed i have thought this of this moment my entire life, It was to be your head i took home with me, but after hearing what your brother had to say, I Know that this one here, was the one who robbed my family name of its honour, Long have i wanted my revenge against the Wrathbanes for what they did. But your will was not your own. And today your life will be spared, at least it will not come from my blade."
Itsari dropped his head, the memories of that time flooding back into his memory. "So, what is it that you wish of me then? Have i seen the death of one Tyrant, only to be replaced by another?"

Raz'el paused for a moment before replying, "Hmm, A worgen Death Knight at my disposal, an interesting situation, But no. I wish to put all this behind me as i'm sure that you do Itsari."

Raz'el peered into the darkness of the canal behind him. The clanking of armor of passing guards nearby. "But know this Itsari, now that your will is truly your own, and you return to your old ways. I will come for you," Raz'el then turned and jumped to the the sidewall of the canal holding the top and then kicking away to the other side. He stood atop the wall looking down at the worgen.

"Make use of your new life Itsari." said Raz'el as he gave a slight nod to the Worgen and then he disapeared. Itsari looked down at the corpse of Cideric a glow around the corpse was now fading, and Itsari felt something be lifted from him as well. Itsari looked up down the tunnel the light from the lanterns of the guard drew closer.
"Ah hell, i cant get caught here with you now can i?" he scooped up the bled out Corpse onto his shoulder and retreated into the shadows. He eventually made his way outside the gate by dumping the body into a traders cart he found by the Auction house. And wheeled it into the nearby woods. He looked at the cart for a moment, before lighting a match..

((Just a personal note, i do realize that with one of my posts i may have crossed a line as far a "god-modding" goes (refering to Itsari attacking Goldshire) was written rather quickly and not thought through completely, and i appogize. Was a mistake and now left with the issue of how the hell do i get him outta that? I thought it would get a few laughs as far as what happens in there, and im sure you know what i mean :)....I hope this does not discourage any rp that may come my way. I do not generally do that, my toons are not "superman" types, was just bored i guess lol, thank you...