Post by snowdon on Jun 13, 2006 17:30:03 GMT
You walk into an inn, still soggy from the rain. You head over to the counter and order a room. 'You're in luck' the innkeeper says we still have one more room left'. You walk over to the fireplace and sit down. On the other side of you there's a Dwarf enjoying his pint. The Dwarf looks back at you, he smiles and says 'come closer lad no-one likes to drink alone!'. You go over to his table and sit down, the Dwarf hands you a pint.
after a few sips you feel a little loser and you start introducing yourself, when you've told the Dwarf enough he starts talking, 'My name is Saibot', he orders another ale, 'and this my friend is my story'.
He tells about his origins, 'I was from a noble family, my father was the first Dwarven Arch-Tinker that ever was...He starts laughing out loud and shouts 'How much I'd like to give just to see look on those gnomish faces!' and me mum, she was a priestess of the Light.
'When I finally reached maturity I was eager to find my place in the world. My father said that a good beginning for me was to head for Bael Modan. He looks around and takes another sip of his ale. Where was I?, ow yes, Bael modan. He pointed me towards Captain Quikstrike, an old mate o' his'.
'I packed my bags took my gun and went of...The journey was hard and dangerous'.
'I had wandered for days, not knowing if I was heading in the right direction. I traversed Forest and Snow. Until I saw a small fishermen's village. I went to their inn and ordered a room. After inquiring where I was i descided to take it easy for the day and ordered a meal. While I was just enjoying my pint a small lass came up to me and asked if she could join me, as you know I don't like to drink alone, so it was fine with me. She told me she was part of a caravan on their way to Booty Bay, and that they were having problems with finding suitable guards to protect their precious cargo. Being so good of heart I naturally offered my services ,he whispers, it was on my way anyways.
Having met with the rest of the caravan, a couple of goblins and gnomes, we set of. We went trough an immense jungle, chopping a way trough the dense vegitation was proving more difficult then I imagined.
The jungle looked deserted, but I knew better. We were being watched ever since we came near the jungle. A goblin explained to me that these were ancient ruins, build by trolls. We set up camp near a lake, there it would be easier to restock our water supply. While everyone was asleep, a group of trolls, with red and white marks on their face, stormed the camp. Everyone was quik to spring to arms, But these trolls were proving more difficult to deafeat then I imagined, if you chopped of a limb, it regrowed. If you shot one, the wound would heal. I thought we were a goner, but then the goblin who spoke earlier shouted we should take cover. Why? I thought to myself. Then I saw it, the goblins had rigged one of there barrels with explosives and they threw it at the trolls. Not getting out on time I was hurled in the lake by the blast.
He orders another ale...
'They said I was out cold for a day, but I knew better. It felt like aeons...I found myself back in the same lake I was blown into...but there was something wrong...the lush vegitation of Stranglethorn Vale was even more dense then it was...Great trees replaced the ancient trollish ruins and there was no sign of animal life what so ever...I heared of this place while I was a young lad...My father had a guest over from a distant land called Kalimdor, he was a Night Elf, one of the best and only (the Dwarf shrugs) elvish tinkers of his kind. He told me of a place untouched by the hands of sentient life forms...A place known as the Emerald Dream. But he told me of a beautifull and tranquil place, not this shadowy and corrupted land. I travelled for countless hours, avoiding the green dragons there and passing trough the shadows. To my shock I saw green dragons fighting amongst themselves. Half decomposed, deranged looking dragons were fighting their uncorrupted kin. When I saw a green dragon whelp being attacked by 3 bit ol' wyrms, I had to intervine. I hurled myself from the shadows at them, having gotten the time to get away the whelp fled. But I had more urgent problems, the corrupted kin were really unhappy with my presence and charged at me. Trying to defend myself I picked up my breadknife and started fighting them off, but there were to many, they hurled me against a rock and I wasn't able to do anything against the onslaught anymore. Suddenly there was a loud roar and the wyrms looked to their right. Being curious about what was taking my final blow I looked to. a great green dragon came rushing to the corrupted ones. The dragon bashed them away like they were just annoying flies. She gazed at me and said, Thank you for saving my children. I could only sit there and nod. Here accept this gift as a token of my eternal gratitude. Roots sprouted from the earth and grabbed my knife. It transformed into a claw like dagger and I could feel it brisstle with power. The dragon turned around and me not knowing how to get outta that place, I asked How do I get out of this place. The dragon turned her head and said, just sleep.'
'I awoke in Booty Bay where I was told I was knocked out for almost a day. I looked to my side and I saw the claw in my hand and I knew it wasn't a dream. The small lass who hired me, came into the room. She appoligized and said that the goblins were always found of big explosions. I stood up and walked up to the caravan. I went to the goblins and got my pay. They said that I could get the boat to Ratchett from the docks, I packed my stuff and went to the boat.'
It starts to thunder really bad and you move a little closer to the dwarf...
'The journey over the sea was really bad. We were attacked by everything in our path and we came awefully close to the Maelstrom. Still we managed to arrive safely in Rachett. I went to the local pub and ordered myself a pint a some food. After the meal I got a good nights sleep and I stood up early in morning. I followed a couple of tauren on their way to Thousand Needles. On the journey I saw a lot of the new land. What amazed me were the creatures walking about here. I saw pigman, beings that were half man and half horse and loads more. Suddenly I saw a great keep wich reminded me of my own home, Ironforge. I thought to myself that this was it. I walked up the sloap and saw a lot of dwarves. They were very friendly when I asked where I could find Captain Quikstrike. He was in the digging site ,they said, he's overlooking the dig for titan artifacts. I went down and saw him. He was shouting at some diggers who just dropped something. I approached him carefully, a cloud of dust went up and suddenly I felt the cold steel of a dagger near my throat. Who are you and What is your buisiness here? he said. I explained who I was and he lowered his blade. Never can be to carefull enough, he said.'
'In the months there after I went in training with captain Quikstrike and learned all about being one with shadows. On a bright day the captain came to me and said that I should make my way to Ravenholdt manor. There I would be trained in a lot more styles of the rogue then I could imagine. He gave me a some rasions and bid me farewell. I went back to Ratchett and caught the boat to Booty Bay, all was very quite allong my way back. From my arrival, I took a gryphon to the Highlands, were the lands of the Alliance met with the borders of the Horde. I went trough a tunnel and I came up to a big house near the mountain. I was welcomed by a couple of guards and they pointed me towards Fahrrad, a master assassin. I trained with him and an orc named Khang. After my training was done I got a note from The Hidden Circle in Ironforge. They had noticed my 'capibilties' and wanted to recruit me. I set out once again and I've been working alongsides them ever since.'
'And that lad, is my story.
Suddenly the dwarf jumps and says 'That's not thunder, THAT'S MORTAR FIRE!'
The wall of the inn gets blown to bits and undead start pouring in. The dwarf grabs his blades and charges. He swings trough the undead like a dance. But the undead keep advancing because for every ghoul that gets chopped two take their place. You think all is lost until you here a horn. The dwarf looks to the right and shouts, I knew they wouldn't let me down! A small army has arrived and starts shooting arrows and hurling balls of fire at the enemy. After the undead attention is deverted from the inn they start to charge the undead. Like a derranged killing machine they chop with mass power trough the unholy army...
The battle is over and you feel releaved. You see the dwarf walk over to the leader of the army and you hear him say 'Thanks for the help matey, but you know I could have beaten them on my own. The leader laughs and says 'of course I know that but we didn't want you to get all the glory, come we have need of your abilitys once more'.
They walk away into the dark...
after a few sips you feel a little loser and you start introducing yourself, when you've told the Dwarf enough he starts talking, 'My name is Saibot', he orders another ale, 'and this my friend is my story'.
He tells about his origins, 'I was from a noble family, my father was the first Dwarven Arch-Tinker that ever was...He starts laughing out loud and shouts 'How much I'd like to give just to see look on those gnomish faces!' and me mum, she was a priestess of the Light.
'When I finally reached maturity I was eager to find my place in the world. My father said that a good beginning for me was to head for Bael Modan. He looks around and takes another sip of his ale. Where was I?, ow yes, Bael modan. He pointed me towards Captain Quikstrike, an old mate o' his'.
'I packed my bags took my gun and went of...The journey was hard and dangerous'.
'I had wandered for days, not knowing if I was heading in the right direction. I traversed Forest and Snow. Until I saw a small fishermen's village. I went to their inn and ordered a room. After inquiring where I was i descided to take it easy for the day and ordered a meal. While I was just enjoying my pint a small lass came up to me and asked if she could join me, as you know I don't like to drink alone, so it was fine with me. She told me she was part of a caravan on their way to Booty Bay, and that they were having problems with finding suitable guards to protect their precious cargo. Being so good of heart I naturally offered my services ,he whispers, it was on my way anyways.
Having met with the rest of the caravan, a couple of goblins and gnomes, we set of. We went trough an immense jungle, chopping a way trough the dense vegitation was proving more difficult then I imagined.
The jungle looked deserted, but I knew better. We were being watched ever since we came near the jungle. A goblin explained to me that these were ancient ruins, build by trolls. We set up camp near a lake, there it would be easier to restock our water supply. While everyone was asleep, a group of trolls, with red and white marks on their face, stormed the camp. Everyone was quik to spring to arms, But these trolls were proving more difficult to deafeat then I imagined, if you chopped of a limb, it regrowed. If you shot one, the wound would heal. I thought we were a goner, but then the goblin who spoke earlier shouted we should take cover. Why? I thought to myself. Then I saw it, the goblins had rigged one of there barrels with explosives and they threw it at the trolls. Not getting out on time I was hurled in the lake by the blast.
He orders another ale...
'They said I was out cold for a day, but I knew better. It felt like aeons...I found myself back in the same lake I was blown into...but there was something wrong...the lush vegitation of Stranglethorn Vale was even more dense then it was...Great trees replaced the ancient trollish ruins and there was no sign of animal life what so ever...I heared of this place while I was a young lad...My father had a guest over from a distant land called Kalimdor, he was a Night Elf, one of the best and only (the Dwarf shrugs) elvish tinkers of his kind. He told me of a place untouched by the hands of sentient life forms...A place known as the Emerald Dream. But he told me of a beautifull and tranquil place, not this shadowy and corrupted land. I travelled for countless hours, avoiding the green dragons there and passing trough the shadows. To my shock I saw green dragons fighting amongst themselves. Half decomposed, deranged looking dragons were fighting their uncorrupted kin. When I saw a green dragon whelp being attacked by 3 bit ol' wyrms, I had to intervine. I hurled myself from the shadows at them, having gotten the time to get away the whelp fled. But I had more urgent problems, the corrupted kin were really unhappy with my presence and charged at me. Trying to defend myself I picked up my breadknife and started fighting them off, but there were to many, they hurled me against a rock and I wasn't able to do anything against the onslaught anymore. Suddenly there was a loud roar and the wyrms looked to their right. Being curious about what was taking my final blow I looked to. a great green dragon came rushing to the corrupted ones. The dragon bashed them away like they were just annoying flies. She gazed at me and said, Thank you for saving my children. I could only sit there and nod. Here accept this gift as a token of my eternal gratitude. Roots sprouted from the earth and grabbed my knife. It transformed into a claw like dagger and I could feel it brisstle with power. The dragon turned around and me not knowing how to get outta that place, I asked How do I get out of this place. The dragon turned her head and said, just sleep.'
'I awoke in Booty Bay where I was told I was knocked out for almost a day. I looked to my side and I saw the claw in my hand and I knew it wasn't a dream. The small lass who hired me, came into the room. She appoligized and said that the goblins were always found of big explosions. I stood up and walked up to the caravan. I went to the goblins and got my pay. They said that I could get the boat to Ratchett from the docks, I packed my stuff and went to the boat.'
It starts to thunder really bad and you move a little closer to the dwarf...
'The journey over the sea was really bad. We were attacked by everything in our path and we came awefully close to the Maelstrom. Still we managed to arrive safely in Rachett. I went to the local pub and ordered myself a pint a some food. After the meal I got a good nights sleep and I stood up early in morning. I followed a couple of tauren on their way to Thousand Needles. On the journey I saw a lot of the new land. What amazed me were the creatures walking about here. I saw pigman, beings that were half man and half horse and loads more. Suddenly I saw a great keep wich reminded me of my own home, Ironforge. I thought to myself that this was it. I walked up the sloap and saw a lot of dwarves. They were very friendly when I asked where I could find Captain Quikstrike. He was in the digging site ,they said, he's overlooking the dig for titan artifacts. I went down and saw him. He was shouting at some diggers who just dropped something. I approached him carefully, a cloud of dust went up and suddenly I felt the cold steel of a dagger near my throat. Who are you and What is your buisiness here? he said. I explained who I was and he lowered his blade. Never can be to carefull enough, he said.'
'In the months there after I went in training with captain Quikstrike and learned all about being one with shadows. On a bright day the captain came to me and said that I should make my way to Ravenholdt manor. There I would be trained in a lot more styles of the rogue then I could imagine. He gave me a some rasions and bid me farewell. I went back to Ratchett and caught the boat to Booty Bay, all was very quite allong my way back. From my arrival, I took a gryphon to the Highlands, were the lands of the Alliance met with the borders of the Horde. I went trough a tunnel and I came up to a big house near the mountain. I was welcomed by a couple of guards and they pointed me towards Fahrrad, a master assassin. I trained with him and an orc named Khang. After my training was done I got a note from The Hidden Circle in Ironforge. They had noticed my 'capibilties' and wanted to recruit me. I set out once again and I've been working alongsides them ever since.'
'And that lad, is my story.
Suddenly the dwarf jumps and says 'That's not thunder, THAT'S MORTAR FIRE!'
The wall of the inn gets blown to bits and undead start pouring in. The dwarf grabs his blades and charges. He swings trough the undead like a dance. But the undead keep advancing because for every ghoul that gets chopped two take their place. You think all is lost until you here a horn. The dwarf looks to the right and shouts, I knew they wouldn't let me down! A small army has arrived and starts shooting arrows and hurling balls of fire at the enemy. After the undead attention is deverted from the inn they start to charge the undead. Like a derranged killing machine they chop with mass power trough the unholy army...
The battle is over and you feel releaved. You see the dwarf walk over to the leader of the army and you hear him say 'Thanks for the help matey, but you know I could have beaten them on my own. The leader laughs and says 'of course I know that but we didn't want you to get all the glory, come we have need of your abilitys once more'.
They walk away into the dark...
