World of Warcraft RP: A blade in the crowd

[GrandMarshall]

(please post your characters at my other thread before you write)

Walking into the Pig and Whistle tavern in Stormwind's Old Town is alot like walking into anyother tavern. As soon as you take your first step inside, all the smell of split beer and cigar smoke fill the nostrils. The sound of drunken laughing and breaking tables fills the ears.

These are things that Osman de Kalb knows of very well. He has come to this tavern every day for the past five years. Sometimes for work, sometimes for fun. Being a SI:7 agent he finds himself here for work more often than pleasure. Unfortunatly for Osman, today was work. His assignment was to meet up with an Alliance soldier. Further instructions would be provided upon contact. Osman sat in his usual seat and lit a cigar.

[semiiramiis]

A young woman, small, dressed in linen and wool, is playing a rousing game of knucklebones with several of the bar's patrons. She's good at the game, but is not cheating. She's new to the bar, and looks barely old enough to be in it. If she notices Osman's entrance, she gives no sign, her attention is focused on the bones and the people she's playing against.

[GrandMarshall]

Just as Osman began to enjoy his cigar, four more men walked into the shaddy little tavern.

Three armed humans an a well dressed Human Warlock. The noise of laughter and conversation was changed into dead silence, Osman continued to smoke his cigar, even as the warlock spoke.

"I am Derrick Runesmiter, and this bar is now the property of my employer. Everyone out.

There was a murmer among the crowed. One of the patrons drunkenly staggers up to the warlock.

"Now come... I've been coming to this bar everyday for the last 20 years and there is no wa-"

He never got to finish his sentence. By the time anyone in the tavern figured out what was going on, the poor soul had been set ablaze. The screams of the wretch could be heard from outside and now a small crowed began to form outside the door.

"Anyone else with a comment?" said Derrick as he prepared another spell.

Osman sighed and put our his cigar, and slowly pulled a thowing knife from his sleeve. Whistling sharply, he got Derrick's attention and threw his knife. The knife struck his raised hand and he began to bleed. Osman used this moment of confusion to draw his rapier and pounced.

[Shadowsins]

Hector walked lazily through the streets of Old Town, Stormwind. It was his night off and the cool air felt good through his red hair, which hung loosely to his shoulders. He had left his armor back at his house, in exchange for a pair of loose leather garments. Funny he thought. One of the only times his armor was not resting on his shoulders.

A scream.

Hector turned towards the noise. The Pig n' Whistle. Springing towards the tavern, Hector drew his short sword. The emblem of the king shinned intensely under the light of the moon. There was a small crowd standing outside the tavern.

Hector pushed a frail man out of his way. "Stormwind guard, make clear!" He shouted as he pushed his way through the crowd of people. He stood in the door just in time to see a blond man lunge towards a finely dressed gentleman.

He locked his legs and held up his sword, he was ready for whatever happened.

[semiiramiis]

The young woman galvanizes into motion, upending the table she was gaming at, using it as a block as she grabs the corpse of the other patron and takes it behind the table with her.

Once there, she will attempt to resurrect the poor drunk sod, hoping it's not too late)

[GrandMarshall]

Osman's sword sings as it pierces the chest of Derrick Runesmiter. The other three humans draw there swords and charge Osman. Osman reacts quickly by kicking the lifeless corpse of Derrick into the group of them and draws his fighting knife. With both weapons in hand, he prepares for the onslaught.

[Shadowsins]

The blond fighter landed on the robed man, his sword making a satisfying crunch as it broke through the mans rib cage. **** he thought, I don’t know whose side I’m on. A movement caught his eye as a young women dragged a burned corpse behind a table. The blond fighter had pulled out yet another weapon and looked ready to fight. Hector charged into the room, shouldering two of the 3 assailants. One flew into the bar while the other rolled into the upturned table. Htting it with a loud "clank"! He stood next to the blond man. “Im here to help” he muttered. He held his sword at the ready. He hoped he would not live to regret this.

[Alakon]

Name: Tanion Silvercap
Race: Human
Age: 27
Class: Mage Adept


As the tavern degenerated further and further into chaos, only one figure remained unmoved, sitting comfortably in a shadowed corner, his face inscrutable as he swilled his ale.

Tanion had not reacted when the warlock had first made his grandiose entrance, save for a faint glint of his eyes in the shadows one would have thought he had not noticed.
But inside, he felt the cold grip of fear clutching at him.

Fear was a natural part of Tanion now, like his feeble magic, it was something that could not be helped… at least not yet. Fear had allowed him to survive. Fear of his own crippled body, of his inadequate magic.
Of men and mortals, fear did not compel his weakness, but of himself, he would always fear that he would be forever useless. Self knowledge can be a painful wisdom.

Not for an instant did Tanion consider confronting the warlock, his magic would not withstand the warlock for more than a few moments. Instead he quietly disappeared in his shadowy corner, his body still but his mind working furiously as he continued to swill his ale.
He had gotten quite adept at disappearing.

Fortunately, Tanion was ignored as the warlock was suddenly attacked by a bold warrior who rose up to challenge him, as if in answer to a prayer.

Finishing his ale, he put it down on the table, as an errant chair leg flew past him followed by a spray of splinters, and a man staggered past, holding his head. Tanion got up calmly, and quietly slipped out in the chaos, pushing through the gathering crowd.

With luck, not even the man who had served him his drink would remember him.

[thorleader]

A young elf was wandering to the inn after her lessons, and sees a nefarious looking character with one hand exiting the Pig and Whistle. As she turns and looks, a snap cracks through the air.

"Finally," she says alout, "A chance to prove what I decided to learn is best for me!"

She roars as she shapeshifts into an enormous bear, and charges into the bar.

Inside, seeing what appears to be the patrons defending against a small group by the door, she quickly decides that her side was with the men and women of the bar. Seeing a girl that appears to her age, she charges over to help her.

[GrandMarshall]

"Thank you" Osman said in his slight southern drawl to the newcommer with the short sword. "Forgive me if I am not formal, I am kind of busy." After finishing that sentence. Osman began a hail of blows on the last standing opponent. His foe's fat longsword was simply too heavy to keep up with Osman's raiper. As they fought, the thug's sword slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. Almost immediatly, he attempted to draw a dagger. Osman sized the moment, and shoved his long knife into his opponent's chin, piercing his brain and stopping just short of the top of his head. Satisfied, Osman attempted to pull his knife out, only to find it stuck. "Oh crap" Osman thought, as the two other thugs began to stand up.

(OOC I hope I am not breaking any rules with the violence here)

[Shadowsins]

"Thank you" said the fighter as he began to barrage the thug with a quick snap of his rapier. "Forgive me if I am not formal, Im kind of busy." Hector gave a curt nod. The two thugs he had knocked over were regaining their footing, just as the mysterious fighter got his knife stuck. "Oh crap." Grabbing hold of the mans hands, Hector gave one hard yank; his muscles shining under a thin layer of sweat. Turning his back to the fighter, he raised his short sword. "You take left, ive got right, fair enough" he questioned. Without waiting for an answer he charged. The thug, without any time to react. was stricken in the chest. A deep wound relinquished blood, staining the wooden floor.

[Shadowsins]

((Sorry my computer is not acting so cool and I double posted. Disregard this post and pay attention to the one above.))

[Drakkor]

Theridan was walking among the crowds in Stormwind when he too heard the ruckus in the Tavern. He hurried over to see what was happening just as what appeared to be a Stormwind gaurd struck a ruffian down with his sword. Theridan quickly noticed a second ruffian pulling a short dagger from his sash out of the view of this Stormwind gaurd and a rogue that seemed to be at his side. Without a thought Theridan drew his gun and shot the ruffian down, but did not kill him allowing the Stormwind gaurd a chance to question the ruffian on the events that had unfolded.

[GrandMarshall]

Osman prepared to cut down the last remaining thug, but as he was about to strike, a shot rang out. The thug began to bleed from his shoulder and he dropped his sword.

Osman looked behind him to see an intimidating looking dwarf behind him with a smoking gun in his hands. "Nice shot" Osman said, and grabbed the now bleeding assailent by the shirt and put his long knife to his throat.

"Tell me who hired you" said Osman. The thug said nothing, so Osman decided that more persuasion was needed. Osman grabbed the thug's pinky finger and snapped it off as though it were a twig. The thug howled in pain and began to whimper.

"Ready to talk or should I snap your arm off?" Osman said coldy with rage in his eyes.

"Okay, Okay! Just don't hurt me no more!" said the thug in a voice that almost sound like weeping. "Derrick hired us, but he told us that he works by a guy named Marks in Darnassus!"

"Marks? Like Johann Marks?" Osman replied, his rage replaced by dread.

"Yeah, that's him! Just don't hurt me no more!" the thug said. Osman finally let him go and just as he did that. The rest of the town guard arrived along with an older man with red haired. Master Mathias Shaw.

[Alakon]

(Warning, I tend to write lengthy posts with my chars when they're by themselves.)


Name: Tanion Silvercap
Race: Human
Age: 27
Class: Mage Adept


It was not a particularly bright day, nor was it overly dreary, instead it seemed to hover in that sort of gloomy grey quality that seemed to favour Stormwind.

He did not often venture into Stormwind, nor for that matter into any city. This was not due to any deep abiding prejudices against company, but rather practical wisdom applied to his ability to pay the expenses.

He tugged up the neck of his collar out of habit, letting it obscure his face somewhat. He realised that with his long cloak billowing in the wind, he did tend to draw the eye of a few onlookers. But all they would see was a man in a cloak, that sort of attention he could handle. A passing curiosity at best, forgotten in moments.

He winced as a white hot shaft of fire lanced through his left leg and his steady pace faltered. With a well practiced gesture he deftly reached into his cloak and conjured his walking staff into his hand. A small bit of magic, well practiced over the years until it was as polished as the ashen staff he now grasped.

It has a comforting feel to it, the wood. It had no magic in it, not like another he had once wielded, but he had owned it since childhood and it had become a familiar friend to him. At least he could rely on it not to abandon him.

The sharp tap of his staff echoed off the walls as it came down on the cold flagstones, preceding him with a steady staccato rhythm.

He smiled to himself as the occasional citizen gave him space as he marched down the centre of the street, but then he frowned as he saw one’s eyes linger on his right arm. The man jerked his eyes hurriedly away from Tanion’s cool stare.
He was not above a bit of dramatisation when he needed to sell his tricks, but drawing attention to himself in the city was foolish.

Tanion then followed along seldom used streets, and tied his cloak around him in a more pedestrian manner as he made his way towards his destination, wrapping silence around himself, and he was barely noticed. A small trick to perform, not even real magic.

Finally he arrived before it. It was not a promising side.

Down a dark alley between two majestic buildings that soared into the sky with human pride, was a massive rough grey stone lying haphazardly to one side.

He recognized however the symbol that was crudely etched into the ground beside it, faint though it was.

Tanion frowned again. He stretched out his hand dubiously as he remembered what the man had told him, in a hushed half-whisper in the dead of night.
He swiftly chanted a impetus. A thin snake of flame slithered around his bared outstretched arm and flared to incandescent life in his palm. He stood there for a moment with his hand glowing with magic, already he could feel the drain, the tension in the back of his skull that told him he was straining himself, the light already grew dim. He raged silently within himself. It wasn’t fair!
He had been bereft of more than a hand, a portion of his spirit had been left behind in the ruins of Dalaran, and now it was barely sufficient to perform more than the most childish things.

Finally the impetus spawned an echo in the crude rune, and the rune glowed back in mute acceptance for a brief moment. He was accepted.

The light in his hand fluttered and dimmed. He felt weary, the weariness that he would usually feel after a couple of week’s constant travel. The only comfort his shallow spirit of mana was to him was the fact that he was nearly invisible to any competent mage beyond a mile in empty land. And in a city, they wouldn’t pick up enough magical echo to know him for a mage even if they shared a bench with him.

He stood up and then carefully stepped through the portal.

Anyone who glanced down the alleyway would have seen a cloaked man with dark hair, apparently sink into solid stone.

He drifted through the stone and then landed softly as he came into the small stone tunnel. The tunnel was small but well illuminated, the light issuing from the room that the tunnel led to. He crawled through, his cloaking sweepings years of accumulated dust, corpses of long dead insects and assorted gravel which crunched under his step.
He was startled suddenly as he noticed a glow issuing from the wall on his left, and he whipped around, and found him staring into a pair of malevolent green eyes which seemed to watch him from somewhere within the wall. As if its gaze was powerful enough to penetrate through solid rock.
It was eerie, being followed by that otherworldly gaze, and he was relieved when he left it behind and stepped into the room.

The room looked like the laboratory of a mad alchemist, which was probably, he thought ruefully, precisely what it was. Scrolls piled up in profusion on tables already weighed down with curious apparatuses, some that bubbled, some that steamed curling the edges of scrolls placed too near, some that whirred and clicked, some that belched intermittent puffs of smoke accompanied by a tiny flash.
Tall cupboards also adorned with every manner of instrument, and Tanion had to avoid strange devices that dangled from the ceiling. And books. Tomes of power and books of wisdom, they lined the shelving that occupied every bit of space spared by the already cluttered room.
Tiny sparks of light were chasing each other around clusters of crystals that jutted out from the roof, engaged in some strange game of tag.

He bit off an oath as a gremlin exploded in maniacal laughter from within its cage, shaking and bouncing it so hard on its perch that it seemed it would burst free.

At the centre of the room he saw a massive assortment of tables and desks all facing in towards the occupant, marvellous objects and tantalizing tomes beckoned on its polished surface.
Behind the desk was a strange sculptured mural, strange alien figures appeared to be twisted around each other chaotically, seeming to be engaged in some battle that defied the eye and imagination.

As he drew closer he saw that someone did occupy the desk, he was confronted by a bald head surmounted by two formidable grey eyebrows fighting for space with a large pair of spectacles. The gnome looked up and blinked owlishly at him.

“Didya want something?” the gnome asked him brusquely in a thick ironforge accent. “No don’t bother to answer” the gnome said immediately as Tanion opened his mouth. “You be wantin’ a magical mystical cure to whatever it is yer lackin’. Dinnae know why I bother, especially with the likes of ye. I kin probly solve yer problem right off, the library’s not far from here. Read a couple of books. If you dinnae get any smarter, at least yer not wasting me time. You dinnae look like ye have two coins t’ rub together anyhow.”

Tanion had been trying to get in a word edgewise, and his face had been slowly darkening with every progressive statement.

“I was told you could help me.” Tanion said quietly, seething with a barely suppressed anger. Travelled this long and far to be stopped by a gnome with foul manners. “So either you can, or you can’t. But don’t waste my time with insults. I haven’t the leisure or patience to deal with it.”

The gnome’s eyebrows writhed like two dragons in their death throes.
“Alright then, so what tis it yer lookn’ fer ‘xactly? A potion of charm?”

“My problems more… spiritual in nature” Tanion said reluctantly, uncomfortable as the admittance.

“Spiritual? You be haunted by ghost or summin’ like that? You coulda went to a Magister of any description t’ take care o’ that, why ye hunt me down?”

“No. A magister can’t help me.” Tanion replied, his bronze eyes dead of feeling as he thumped his right arm on the desk. The gnome jumped. And I wouldn’t trust one to.

“I was in… an accident. And ever since then, I’ve been both crippled in both body and spirit. My magic won’t work like it used to, and what magic I can still do weakens me as if I were a ten year old child. I’m running out of options. A priest cannot heal what is not there, and a mage cannot replace what I’ve lost. I was recommended to see you.”

The gnome was silent for a time, his jaw working at he stared owlishly at the stunted limb, then blinked and looked up.

“An accident aye? I’ve been in a few of those accidents meself.” That did not draw a reply from Tanion.

“And I believe ye. Ye barely raised enough magic t’ make a felhound sneeze. My epym was mighty curious though, so I thought ye may haf been dampening it. Most o’ my customers do.”

Tanion was silent as the gnome continued to consider it.

“My prices are steep” the tiny gnome warned.

“I can pay it”

“My price isn’t always gold.”

“Any transaction that leaves me healthy is worth it.”

“I wouldnae be too sure of that. But come through to the back, it may be I kin do somethin’ for ye.”

Tanion quietly followed the gnome as he scurried to the back of the room, his feet clicking curiously benath a voluminous robe he wore. The gnome threw up his arms before a massive ancient looking door, with glowing runes burning in the stone border. Tanion frowned, he did not remember their being a door here, and he was always quick to note such details. But the though faded quickly as the gnome began to chant.

Tanion was startled as the gnome roared out words of power that Tanion did not recognise, but recognised as alien. The power buffeted Tanion like an evil wind, as the gnome began to glow brightly, surrounded in an aura of fel violet. It seemed to Tanion as if he could hear words in that wind, whispers responded to that chant. The room seemed to darken as all the light and energy contracted around the gnome.
The door suddenly responded, the runes flared purple in response to the gnome, and then with a deep crack and boom, it began to swing open.

“Come step inside” the gnome said, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. And perhaps it was not for him. Tanion felt keenly just how inadequate his own power was. To be humbled by a bald gnome was not a pleasant experience.

Tanion entered, the wild laughter of the gremlin echoing behind him, cut off as the portal swung closed behind him with a trembling boom.

[Drakkor]

Theridan walked into the tavern and introduced himself to the two men left standing.
“I’m Theridan of Iron Forge” he stated and held out his arm in the way Dwarves prefer to shake hands, grasping the guard’s wrist with his strong hand. “I’m Hector a guard here in Stormwind and this is?” he turned towards the rogue who answered, “I am Osman” and left it at that. “Well looks like ye had a bit o’ trouble on yer hands here” Theridan said as he eyed the inside of the tavern, taking in the young woman and female Night Elf in the far corner of the tavern tending to a what appeared to be a dead man. “Indeed we did” Hector replied, curiously looking at Osman sensing there was far more going on here then a mere group of thugs getting out of hand, “Defias at work here?” he thought as he looked even harder at Osman. Theridan noticed Hector’s sidelong stare aimed at Osman and decided to let the Stormwind guards sort this out. He proceeded over to the two females to see if he could assist them in any way. His mother had taught him many things from her physician training and he was always willing to assist in any way he could. “Could I lend ye hand ladies?” he asked ….

[Aggimar]

Garic Faithbright ran into the trashed tavern, his plate armor shining with a holy aura and
his Argent Dawn tabard fluttering about him. "I heard about the warlock.." he explained quickly to the three men. "I was sent to assist in what way I can, since fel magic is at work." Garic looked intensely at Osman then nodded, SI:7. "There are also reports of a strange portal in an alley near here, someone was seen walking into to it.. Could be connected" He hefted his ancestral mace onto his shoulder. "So rogue, what should we do next?"

[GrandMarshall]

Osman turned to face his mentor and boss Mathias Shaw. He looked pissed.

"Why do I keep cleaning up after you, Osman." said Mathias with a vein begining to show on his head.

"This isn't a random thug attack, sir. These men were hired by Johann Marks." Replied Osman in his usual cold demenor.

"Doesn't he work for the Defias Brotherhood." Mathias asked with interest.

"Not anymore. Johann is working for these new guys called the Darkwater Cartel. I questioned one of the thugs and he says that Johann is in Darnassus." Osman explaned. He already new what he needed to do next.

"Why diddn't I recieve this information sooner?" Mathias asked with renewed anger.

"It wasn't important." Osman shrugged.

Mathias sighed. "Well, at any rate, you have to go to Darnassus."

Osman pointed to his new found cohorts. "What about them?"

"Their lives are in danger if Johann get word that they fought his men. And they could be helpful, so bring them along."

With that Mathias leaves the tavern. Osman relights his cigar.

[Aggimar]

Garic waited patiently for Osman to adress him all the while listening to Mathias.
"Darnassus.. Yes that could be useful." He looked at the others who were clearly going with Osman and nodded. "I just hope this is incident can only be traced to a gang of thugs..". . .

[Alakon]

Name: Tanion Silvercap
Race: Human
Age: 27
Class: Mage Adept

Tanion was subjected to a myriad of strange tests, which seemed to mostly consist of him lying down on a stone table that was eerily reminiscent of an altar, and stare up at a strange map of the sky above him, which depicted various constellations. It may have been a trick of the dim illumination that the gnome’s magic provided, but it seemed to Tanion as if the stars twinkled at him.

Minutes passed as the gnome performed mysterious enchantments and the air was full of strange magic. Magic that Tanion had never seen performed in the Violet Citadel. This was an order of magic above and beyond anything Tanion had ever known, and subtly different.
But if he was trying to achieve anything, Tanion couldn’t tell, save for a faint tingling in his right arm.

Finally, the gnome motioned that he could get off the table, that faint scuttling sound accompanying him as he moved around to Tanion. His tiny wizened face was serious as he regarded Tanion, and he shook his head.

“I have never seen anythin’ like it,” the gnome told him. “By all rights, yer hand should have regrown. I used enough arcane energy to raise the dead! Your body seems t’ be resistin’ me magic, like it doesn’t want to regrow it.”

“Can you stop it?” Tanion nearly hissed. The gnome looked slightly wary.

“I think its beyond me art, lad. I know little of anatomy or human chemistry. I can do nuthin for ye hand.”

“Never mind that then,” Tanion brushed it aside. “What about my depleted mana?”

“That is another story! Your spirit soaked up me magic like a sponge. I think that might have been half the problem. Are you sure you are having trouble with yer magic?”

“I would not be here otherwise.”
The gnome scratched his bald pate. “I think ye should see a colleague o’ mine. He specialises in illnesses of the body and spirit, it may be he can help you.”

“Why was I not referred to him in the first place?”

“Firstly because I did not know your condition was this severe. Secondly, because me friend doesn’t generally take visitors.”

That sounded ominous, if this gnome, with his illegal operation inside the walls of Stormwind was telling him that his friend was even more unsavoury, perhaps it was more trouble than it was worth. Tanion shook his head mentally, nothing was more trouble than his restoration was worth.
The gnome was scribbling something down on a piece of paper he conjured out of thin air, and he handed it to him.

“Take this. See him. Perhaps he can-” the gnome abruptly cut off as an orb flashed into being, hovering by his head. Tanion could not see into its blinding depths but the gnome regarded it intently.

“I have visitors,” the gnome was brisk. “There’s no charge, I don’t charge for what I cannot deliver, but I think you best go.”

Tanion started for the door but the gnome held him back.

“Not that way, they’ll see you.” Tanion frowned. Who was they?

The gnome bustled him to a small alcove, and he touched the head of a gargoyle statue. The gargoyles eyes flashed in response to the magic, and suddenly the stone wall at the back of the alcove was a hole revealing rain swept streets.

“Hurry, and good fortune my crippled friend,” the gnome muttered as Tanion quickly crawled out the back exit. Then he turned and strode out to deal with his customers, his eyes unfathomable.

[Drakkor]

The two females hardly noticed Theridan standing there absorbed as they were in thier work. Theridan nodded to them and headed back over to Hector and Osman to see what they where planning to do. He had listened to Osman and Mathias Shaw's discussion and figured he had tangled himself up in some sort of trouble. "Great!" he thought to himself, "just what I didn't want or need". But a small part of him, probably a part imbedded in him due to his high regard for his father, felt a spark of exicitement at the thought of helping these men. "I will aid ye' in anyway I kin", Theridan announced. "But first might I suggest a good meal and some Ale? Ay we need to get to know one another, yes? and besides all this excitement has me feeling in need of nurishment", he winked at Hector as Dwarves do. "What ye say to that fellas?"...

[Shadowsins]

((Sorry guys, I didnt have access to a computer))

Hector was leaning against the wall of the SI:7 building, listening intently to the conversation between Osman and Mathias. Darnassus Hector thought. It had been years since he had set foot in the elven city. Hector let out a long sigh. He had gotten in too deep on this. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it up. He turned toward the Dwarf.
"Aye dwarf ill take you up on your offer" he said, giving a toothy grin. He could appreciate the dwarf's humor.
"Before we do anything, I need to report this to my superiors, and... He laughed, im going to need my stuff.

[GrandMarshall]

(OOC Short one today)

Osman turns to his new "friends".

"First off, I really don't understand why you got involved to begin with. Second, if you truly want to come and try and get yourselves killed, then be at the docks by 8:00 tomorrow morning. If you arrive at 8:05, then your swimming.

Osman, taking a drag of his cigar, leaves the room, probobly to go find a drink.

[Aggimar]

Garic nods, knowing well how SI:7 works and used to attitude. The Argent Dawn wanted information and quite frankly he liked the young man so he wanted to aid him.
He went quickly to the Barracks and picked out supplies for the journey. Then he walked to the Gryphon Kepper and flew to Menethil Harbor and renting a room in the inn there.
He wasn't going to give the boy an excuse to question him..

[Shadowsins]

Hector nodded to Osman as the rogue departed. He grunted at the paladin as he departed the building into the cold, damp streets of Old Town. A blast of cold wind hit is face, he though his goatee was going to freeze. At a steady pace he ran through the streets to a big stone building. Stormwind Keep. He knocked twice at the gargantuan sized oak doors. They open with sudden speed for their size.
"Sergeant" said a solider, snapping off a crisp salute.
"Jones" Hector nodded. "Is Marcus here?"
"Aye sir, in his office."
Hector hurried down the hall and took a sharp right. Rapping the door, a man of 50 did not bother looking up. His hair was grey with a hint of black. Showing that the years had not bee too kind on him.
"Sir, I have some news to report" gasped Hector.
"Sit sergeant." Marcus said as he held out a match, still his eyes were focused on the paper.
Hector smirked,helping himself to a chair and a cigarette.
"Out with it son"
"Well sir, there was a disturbance at the Pig n' Whistle" said Hector, pausing to take long drags of his cigarette.
"The tavern" questioned Marcus, as he scribbled something on a piece of parchment.
"Yes sir." Hector knocked his cigarette on the ash tray. "A man by the name of Johann Marks sent some thugs into the bar to rough some people up"
Marcus looked up from his papers. "Johann Marks?" his voice was quick and sharp.
"Know him sir?"
"We have been after that guy for years, but until recently he has just kinda dropped off the face of the earth."
"Well the SI:7 are sending out a team to take him down. I was wondering if I could go as a representation of the Elite Stromwind Guard."
"Permission granted, on one condition" pointed out Marcus.
"Sir?"
"Bring him back alive" he threw a knife into the table.

Later that night, Hector collapsed on his bed. He was exhausted, physically and mentally. As hey lay on his bed, the same phrase kept replaying through his head: I hate getting up early.

[Drakkor]

With the abrupt departure of his new "friends" Theridan decided to take a walk around stormwind before trying to hitch a ride to Menethil. As he rounded a turn an odd fellow seemed to appear out of nowhere. "H'um" thought Theridan "very strange, that" and it occurred to him that he had seen this odd fellow before outside the tavern earlier that evening. Theridan didn't want more trouble so he side stepped the fellow in search of the Dwarven district and some fellowship. "I should get word to my family before heading out" he thought and headed for the tram to Iron Forge instead. "Oh well, so much for a good meal and some ale with my new "friends". Theridan chuckled to himself and scratched his pet wolf behind hie ears. "Ah, Winter, what trouble has come our way now", Winter nudged Theridan with his sharp nose and sniffed him behind the ear bringing a smile to Theridan's face. Theridan arrived in IronForge and went to his father and told him everything that had happened. It was decided that Theridan would go and aid these men on behalf of IronForge. He was sitting on the docks waiting for the rest of the group to arrive enjoying a pipe and softly whistling as the sun rose over the sea ...

[Alakon]

Name: Tanion Silvercap
Race: Human
Age: 27
Class: Mage Adept

The docks of Stormwind were much grander than any Tanion had seen before, but it still had that unifying odour of salt-tang wind, and fish, fresh and rotten. The sailors seemed no more civilised for their environment, and trade still flourished, in both goods and services.
Tanion personally detested ports; but he loved to travel by ship. They had that feel of journeying to new places, and new beginnings that you couldn’t experience even on the back of a Gryphon.
The dockmaster told him that the earliest ship for Kalimdor left on the eight o’clock tide.

The Captain had been curiously less than eager to take on extra passengers, but as Tanion explained that he was a storyteller and also a magician of some skill, briefly juggling several spontaneous balls of fire, the Captain grew less sour as he looked carefully at Tanions face. The Captain then decided with his once-regal features he must have been a lord down on his luck, and that the crew would be less difficult to manage if they had something to take their minds off their hardships. It took perhaps a good quarter of an hour of persuading, but Tanion managed to haggle the Captain down to a manageable price.

They shook hands as they agreed on the transaction, and Tanion left in order to secure his gear and his means of payment, with the promise he would be back in time to sail.

[Shadowsins]

"Heres your bag sir". A small stable boy handed Hector a large sack. Hector thanked him and handed him a small bronze coin in return for his items. He opened his bag slightly, subtly checking no items were stolen. The morning was humid at Menethil Harbor, complete with a thick fog hovering above the ground. Hector walked towards a small office at the end of the pier. The dock shook under the weight of his boots. They made an annoying grinding sound as well, but Hector shrugged it off, he wasn't planning on this being a stealth mission. His boots a deep blue, matched the rest of his armor. Runes and other various symbols flew across his armor, as if telling as story. With his armor on, Hector was about twice as wide and four times as heavy. At his waist was a short sword, and on his back was a large two handed claymore. The same sword given to him on the day of his Knight-ship. Slung over his left shoulder was a medium range blunderbuss. He lit a cigarette and pulled his hair taut into a ponytail.

No one at the office. Hector sighed and turned away. A small sharp whistling came from the east. A smooth pleasant tone, one that Hector had never heard before. He made his way towards the noise and saw a small dwarf and his wolf sitting, smoking a pipe.
"Oi, Theridan if im not mistaken" said Hector as he dropped his bag next to the Dwarf. He sat down and proceeded to smoke his cigarette.

[Drakkor]

Theridan turned and nodded at Hector, "Well it seems our comrades aren't early to rise as we" - laughed Theridan. "I guess we wait and enjoy the sunrise, tell me, have you been across the sea before?"

[Shadowsins]

Hector looked at the dwarf, he had never really spoken to anyone about the events that took place in his past, just a few years ago. Yet Hector felt a strange sense of trust in this merry dwarf that he had just met the night before.
"It..." he swallowed, cleared his throat, and threw his cigarette into the water.
"It was about 4 years ago, I was in Darnassus for some R & R. About a week before..." he stopped.
"You must understand dwarf that I was part of the 85th Loderan Militia, under the command of Prince Arthas since I was 18. I had a fairly high rank too, Captain I believe." My unit was sent to investigate the disturbances at Andorhal." Hector lit another cigarette, and took a puff, leaving it in his mouth while he talked.
"Arthas was away and I was in charge of my men. I was investigating a nearby barn. I heard a scream, when I got outside there was this...this thing eating the face of my Leftenant. I realize now it was a ghoul but at the time, I had never seen anything like that." He shook some ash into the water.
"I had apparently attracted its attention cause, it jumped on me. I had no time to draw any sort of weapon, so the creature swiped me." Hector ran his hand over the scar on the left side of his face. He sighed.
"The damn thing got me good until I was able to stab it in the neck with my boot knife. I was immediately rushed to the priest at the abby, where I was in critical condition for an entire week." Hector extinguished his cigarette.
"Im pretty sure I had this so called "plague" but they never told me for sure. I guess I was pretty lucky to still be here. I have heard that if you had the plague you were undead in a week." Hector shrugged.
"Two weeks later, im in Darnassus, in the house of some beautiful night elf named Shandris." Hector smiled and chuckled.
"Nothing really happened between us, but...i've always wanted to go back and visit her." He leaned back on the dock, the sun had almost risen. 0700 hours, he thought by the height of the sun. He turned to look at Theridan.
"Have I bored you out of your mind dwarf?!" Giving the stout dwarf a hearty clap on the back.

[Drakkor]

Theridan had heard plenty of the plague and the horrors of the "foresaken" and he had to blink away the look of shock at Hector's tale. "No indeed friend, no indeed" he said somberly. "I must admit I am anxious myself, you see I befriended a Night Elf some years ago and he trained me in thier ways with animals but we have not shared a meal in many days, too many days". Theridan looked away, lost in his thoughts much like Hector.
The pair seemed to have a bond of sorts, Theridan felt it and was sure Hector did as well. Coming back to himself Theridan smiled warmly and said "I hope you meet your lass agian friend, and hopefully I'll find my friend too. We can have a merry party together when this is all over, aye!" Theridan hoped they would all still be around to celebrate when this mystery unfolded. "I guess we'll take the first ship out with or without our companions". Theridan proceded to stuff his pipe with fresh tobacco and sat back agianst his pack and stared across the water.

[Shadowsins]

Hector couldn't help but smile at the stout man that sat next to him, merrily smoking a pipe. Hector watched the sunset quietly, he wasn't use to not doing anything, so like any good soldier who had been in the military for 7 years, inspected his weapons, made sure any insignias on his armor were clean and straight, and pulled out a bent cigarette and lit it up. Hector sighed letting the smoke form rings as it left his nose.
"Tell me dwarf..." said Hector as he lifted his head blowing smoke.
"What purpose do you have getting yourself involved in a scandal such as this?" Without even waiting for a replay, or any sort of acknowledgment that Theridan even heard him, he continued..
"I have direct orders to go after this guy, and by the way my superior spoke" Hector sighed
"This guy seems a bit dangerous." Hector chuckled and shook his head.
"Its not my place to think or question orders" he gestured with his hand
"Forget I ever brought it up." Hector leaned against his pack. By the way the sun was in the air, he imagined it was around 0800 hours, and that Osman should be arriving soon.

[Drakkor]

"I will answer your question freely, no need to apologize for asking" Theridan looked over at Hector and for the first time caught a glimpse of nobility in him. Theridan wondered if Hector had more in his past then he had so far let on. "I allow myself to be drawn from one chapter of life to the next and trust that fate will be kind" Theridan said with a chuckle, partly to hide his nerves and partly because that's just how he is. "I feel I may be of service in this before it all ends, and if so I will be there to lend a hand".

[Shadowsins]

((Apparently everyone has dropped off the face of the earth lol))

Hector smiled couldn't help but let a little grin surface on his face. The dwarf just went with the flow, Hector admired that. Though Hector himself had been taught, that going with the flow would get you killed. He sighed, sometimes he wished he wasn't as disciplined as he was. Hector shrugged. The sun was rising in the sky, just as a boat pulled into the harbor. A pirate in the crows nest, gave a hearty wave to the two men lounging on the dock. Hector looked around, still no sign of Osman or his other comrades. Hector motioned to the dwarf:
"He did say anyone not here by 8 is swimming, we best get on the boat Theridan."
Hector shouldered his rifle, and slung his bag of his right shoulder. Lighting a cigarette he looked back one last time, once he stepped on this boat, there was no turning back. Hector took a deep breath, a long drag, and slight pause. He stepped on the boat. To Darnassus.

[Drakkor]

(( OOC it would appear so - lol ))

Theridan slowly stood up and stretched as he too looked upon the newly docked vessel. "Aye he did say that" he laughed a little and grabbed his own gear, whistled for Winter to come along he strode along beside Hector but did not bother looking back for that was something he had been taught. See yourself there, wherever that may be, and that is where ye shall find yourself. So as he boarded the boat to Darnassus he saw himself back in Ironforge telling tales over fine food and ale with friends once this "adventure" was over.
"Come along friend we'll see what awaits us in the land of the Elves!"

[Shadowsins]

Hector leaned on the rail of the boat, the water was swirling and making him sick. He never got sea sick, but today....it was hell. He tapped Theridan on the shoulder,
"Im gonna go lie down below deck for awhile"
As he walked down the stairs, holding beams for support, a glimpse of something caught his eye. He turned his head, and put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Mind tricks" he muttered to himself as he walked into his room and closed the door.

[Drakkor]

Theridan thought he too noticed something about that was unsettleing to him. He could not see or hear anything but he could sense "something". He unshouldered his weapon and sat back in anticipation, of what he wasn't sure...

[Yemandja]

Everlin sighed, watching Denalan oh so interesting sprouts, blocking out the conversation between the two men… it can’t be much worse then this. “Hi Everbabe!” if her mood was a colour were white was happiness and black the opposite, then now her mood turned to from grey to pitch-black. Of course it was Suiadan who called her that, he was her partner in this “protect the stupid flowers that isn’t there” mission. Not that he mind, as long as he himself believed that he was the purple Elune’s gift to all women then nothing could stop him babble on. He would probably tell off his jokes now… “ you should have seen me fighting against those panthers, I took three panthers on my own. But don’t worry for me sweetie pie I, Suidian *he flexed*, will never get hurt” Everlin snickered last time he told that story it was a super intelligent spider and a panther attacking him. Suiadan smiled , and continued “ ha! see Denalan I told you she cared about me! Oh! Oh wanna hear a joke “ Everlin freezed, no no no cover your ears! Gha why do elfin ears hear so well. She had heard this “ joke” from him a million times, he had told it all the way from Darnasuss to Lake Al'Ameth. She didn’t need to hear it one more ti.. “"Maaaaaaan, I was halfway through the Emerald Dream when I had to pee… GOT IT?? "
Everlin whispers:… may the Light bring me someone that could save me from this madness….

(((OOC)))
kk just an intro, half bad I know. Sorry. I wont write more.. I think before you get out of the boat. Seeing you^^

[GrandMarshall]

The door slowly opens from the cabin and Osman walks through. He appears very pleased.

"To those who have come, thank you." Forgive me if for not coming out here earlier, I was indisposed.

He closes the door behind him and for a second, a human female getting dressed is visible.

"Anyway, it will be a few days to Darnassus." Osman says after lighting his cigar and taking a drag off it.

(OOC, I am back btw. I have a new Computer and a 14 day free trial of WOW)

[Drakkor]

"Ah, he joins us at last" stated Theridan. "Please Osman, fill us in" ...

[GrandMarshall]

"Well, the situation pretty much hasn't changed. Were still looking for Marks and..." Osman suddenly stops, hand on sword and eyes to horizon. The rest of the group tries to find what he is looking at and sees another ship, flying the colors of the bloodsail pirates, heading straight at them.

[Yemandja]

Denalan watched Everlin with amusement, he knew she couldn't stand the warrior that sat next him, and as much has he enjoy having company he thought she needed a rest from his and his friend's babblings. <crakle crackle> The Night elf turned towards the earth where he had planted the seed that Everlin had found lying around. <crACKL CARCKLE kzzz> his eyes widen a huge sprout emerged from the earth. Red wines covered its head, the roots were light blue and the leafs shades of pink and purple, Denalan have never seen anything like it. The newcomer had now drawn attention to all of them, Everlin gasped, Suiadan went into fighting pose and mumbled "I'll protect you, by the light of Elune, I'll protect you". The herbalist itself just stared. The sprout blinked, the yellow eyes glowing and then... the eyes suddenly caught fire. The sprout made a sound of pain as it reached up to its face when <sshWAMP!>.

Suiadan was the fastest one to think; he had sprinted forward and brought the plant out of its wretchedness. With the corpse still burning, and a fairly angry herbalist that couldn't speak because of his now hate towards the warrior, Suiadan had quickly grabbed Everlin and some buckets to fetch some water from the lake. Everlin was shocked partly over that the flowerthingy almost exploded and that Suiadan actually wasn't as stupid when he was needed.

With a bit stumbling and running the two of them managed to cease the fire and save some of the parts of the sprout. Denalan just stood there, watching at the corpse, then at Suiadan, then at the remains again.., speechless. "fire and plants are not meant to be in the same creature", Suiadan said firmly " we had to put an end to it. Besides" he made small pause "to me it sounded like it was in pain, an innocent creature like that deserved to be put out of its misery" Everlin blinked, then she blinked again, the warrior talked words with sense, she just stared up towards the warrior figure.

After Suiadan had spoken Denalan sighed and regain his composure, "you're right warrior..." he bent down and studied some of the remains " there may be some one in Daranasuss that may be very interested in this..." he looked up towards the high elf, he smirked. " and when your done admiring Suiadan, Everlin... then would you please travel to Darnasuss with some samples?" Everlin's face went crimson, she had not admired Suiadan, and she had just been surprised that he had talked words of wisdom. With a nod and a serie of very colourful words she had grabbed the samples and stomped towards Dolonaar to find the road to Darnasuss. The laughter behind her didn't seem to ever come to an end…

[GrandMarshall]

(Ok I am starting to run out of Ideas here, but I will do what I can)

Osman looked on as the bloodsail vessel draws closer and closer. The closer they get, the more clearly osman can see the pirates on the deck with their swords drawn.

[Yemandja]

”oh let them come!”
A small figure jumped up on the railing, her puffy ponytails waved in the air as she raised her hand starting to summoned something without terrible. The warlock gnome grinned wickedly as her green eyes shined, “I sure hope this boat can take another passenger”. A roar was heard an Doomgard appeared. She grinned and looked up to Osman and the others, “don’t worry he is already been enslaved” she turned to the Doomgard “haven’t you?” it was replayed by a snarl. “Thought so”. The Bloodsail buccaneers where preparing the hacks, ready for bording.

“Now up we go” she raised her hands up in the air, and with that her minion lifted her up on his shoulders. “Let them feel our wrath, and by the demonic blood that flows in my veins they shall all suffer before they die.” The Doomgard jumped on the other boat. “FOR GNOMEREAGAN! ALL FEEL THE POWERS OF CINDY FIZZWIZZLE!”
And then with Rain of Fire and shodowbolts the battle had started.

((OoC feel free to join zha battle. hope this gave you some ideas an that we can be in auberdine where Everlin will soon be))

[JezusBagels]

Monkuta emerged from below desk, yawning and pulling his mask over his face. "What the hell is all the racket up here?"
He looked around, watching the crew and passengers preparing for battle. He walked over to the edge of the ship, raising an angry eyebrow at the pirate ship growing ever larger as it came closer to their own.

"Oy... Can we leave port one damn time without getting attacked by these idiots? You'd think they learn after awhile?" He stretched, fiddled with his swords quickly, then opened a crate and from it pulled a small hook attached ro a long rope. Hoisting it over his shoulder, he returned to the railing and waited for the ship to come closer.

Finally, he brought his arm back, swung the rope a few times, then threw the hook. It grabbed to a high section of the boat and the swung over to the ship, kicking a bloodsailor in the face upon landing. He quickly unsheathed his rapiers as several of the men surrounded him. "Come on, then."

[Yemandja]

A sinsister laughter came from the little woman while she casted cursed shadowpowers at the pirates. The pirate ship made a creaking sound as the Doomgard walked around destroying all it could and wanted. The tiny gnome looked over the chaos, emerald green eyes shining in delight over this wonderful terror. Her eyes noticing a little gathering of buccaneers, standing in a circle around something… she shrugged and grinned “oh well…”

The frail body took a few steps backwards then leapt into a jump towards the bloodsailors. She landed right behind them, her legs shaking a little because of the impact from landing from such a great height. The pirates didn’t even turn to look at her. She frowned and whipped in a threatening voice: I may be small… but no one, I say NO ONE WHO IGNORES ME WILL LIVE TO TELL IT!“ With a scream of horror and called up fires from hell to surround her, burning a horrifying fire into the flesh and bone to herself, the ship and the five paralysed enemy sailors in front of her. Almost exhausted she noticed a human fighting against the sailors. “huh” she smiled weakly, trying to regain her pose of a powerful Warlock of Gnomeregan “ a fellow that fights at least, might show off a little then” with a quick look over at the ship condition that was now on fire and nearly broken in two because of the Doomgard, she sighed…. “or maybe not… “Terzac!” she yelled, “stop messing around and pick me up!” the Doomgard grunted, and did as he was told, while in his hand the little gnome ordered him once more; “hurry up! And drag that human with you aswell… we might have use for him later” with a grin she looked at Terzac’s face, now standing at his shoulder once again. “you can kill the others, so says Cindy” the Doomgard gave her a short nod.

[GrandMarshall]

Osman drew his sword and left over the railing of the ship at the pirates.

(ooc) I know i was gone for a while, but now that I actually have Wow im gonna write more now)