"Were we suppose to have additional transport? I don't remember seeing anything of the sort in the notice and as you could expect I don't exactly own one myself. Perhaps too likely to eat it or something."
Sterixia looked quizzically at the odd dwarf. His scent, his aura, they were similar to her mothers... but she didn't know if she could trust him. Vynianyx smiled as he spoke. "Well, it is a long trek. The mounts offer supply storage and some relief from walking... thought not having one is no problem. Just don't eat ours... especially Sylstyx's. The horse is dead." She giggled lightly as Sylstyx shot her a dark look.
"So who is this enchanting creature? I can already tell she is not an elf. I suspect the arriving members of our rescue will as well. If that is going to be a problem we may want to find a way to hide it before they arrive."
Sterixia huffed as the dwarf critiqued her appearance. Kersia chuckled. "Sterixia here is quite proud of her form. She worked ever so hard to accomplish it, as strange as it may appear. You are correct. She isn't an elf, she's Mortre's last child. A netherdrake, sole survivor of the final clutch of eggs." She glanced off down the pier as she spied Morician approaching. "I have little issue with anyone knowing such a fact... hiding such things might prove to be leverage our foes could hold against us."
Sterixia nodded in agreement with Kersia and looked around impatiently. She wanted to get to sea... to get to Tenaris as soon as possible... Mother was in danger. Mother's last child... Sterixia pondered the statement as she tried to recall the words spoken when Mother was captured. The whole instance was foggy. She remembered hearing muffled voices as the darkness closed in on her... what did they say?
"All right, all right...I'm here. Uh...what's the plan?"
"Well," Vynianyx spoke, looking between those gathered. Poor Morician appeared to have seen better mornings. "We are going to take a boat to Rachet then go on foot to Tenaris. Vinarion could decimate us in the air, so we are going to avoid it at all costs."
"Greetings!"
Kersia smiled at the man... Richard? "Welcome back. I am relieved to see at least a few from last night here, maybe more have yet to arrive. Supposedly a goblin is going to meet us here with a ship."
Sterixia sighed and shook her head, the long tentacle that would have been her hair waving elegantly as she did so. The netherdrake had little trust for goblins after one tried mugging her mother. She smirked slightly as she recalled the fate that mugger met.
Torin nodded, following Vyn back to the Inn. He got himself a room and retired for the night, his mind retreating into the dream while his physical body slept. Bad memories and rage swirled in his mind as he slept. It verged on the edge of nightmares. Torin shot up. He was in the waking world once more. "The darkness abates. Should be around time for the ship." He said as he left the room. Eventually he managed to find his way to the docks where some of the others were located.
"Good morning, Vyn, Kersia and friends." He said with a friendly wave. He soon saw the life force of Sterixia. He made a B-line to the nether drake and looked her strange form over. "Interesting, I have never met one of your clutch. It is strange to see such a unique creature. Tell me child, what is your name?" He asked looking at the interesting nether drake.
He held up an enchanted leaf directly from the emerald dream. "Please I would offer you a gift." He said in a hushed voice from only the Nether drake. "Keep this with you, concentrate on its energy. It may help you grow stronger. Perhaps." He said before looking back to Kersia and Vyn. "Pardon, I was merely curious."
"Good morning, Vyn, Kersia and friends." He said with a friendly wave. He soon saw the life force of Sterixia. He made a B-line to the nether drake and looked her strange form over. "Interesting, I have never met one of your clutch. It is strange to see such a unique creature. Tell me child, what is your name?" He asked looking at the interesting nether drake.
He held up an enchanted leaf directly from the emerald dream. "Please I would offer you a gift." He said in a hushed voice from only the Nether drake. "Keep this with you, concentrate on its energy. It may help you grow stronger. Perhaps." He said before looking back to Kersia and Vyn. "Pardon, I was merely curious."
"Good morning, Vyn, Kersia and friends." Torin approached the group with a wave, before immediately making a move towards Sterixia. Though she couldn’t see his gaze, she felt uncomfortable as the blind folded man seemed to look her over. "Interesting, I have never met one of your clutch. It is strange to see such a unique creature. Tell me child, what is your name?"
Sterixia looked at Kersia and Vynianyx, confused. She returned her gaze to the man and smiled. Her hand moved into the saddle bag on the Talbuk she was riding, and she pulled out a pad of paper. She looked back at the man and cocked her head to the side… wondering if he could even see what she wrote. Confused as to what she could do, she opened her mouth as if to speak, but no words came. She looked back at Kersia and pointed to herself, then to Torin.
Kersia chuckled and answered for Sterixia. “The young drake is named Sterixia… The mutations of her clutch has rendered her without a voice, and stunted her abilities.”
Torin held up a strange leaf. "Please I would offer you a gift." He spoke in a barely audible whisper. "Keep this with you, concentrate on its energy. It may help you grow stronger. Perhaps." Torin looked back at Kersia and Vynianyx. "Pardon, I was merely curious."
“No worries.” Vynianyx smiled at him. “We are still waiting for a few more, and our goblin with the ship anyway.”
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Vanexia stood in the shadows as the sun’s rays barely caressed the awaking landscape. Kersiagosa… She watched as the pandaren stood in the window of the inn. Her hands danced over where her needles were stored, ready to cut the pandaren down… but she stopped. My shot is not… concise. She sighed and relaxed, sliding down into the streets and fading into the shadows. Observation. There are many here. I sense the draconic amongst them… though I was not close enough to pin point who. Leader is Kersiagosa… sister to Tianagosa… the one who saved our minds… Under the black mask, Vanexia’s face grew mournful. Must we end her? Bloodlined to the one whom we owe so much?
Vanexia found her way to the docks, where Kersia, Vynianyx, Sylstyx, and Sterixia awaited the rest of the party. The black leather clothed woman faded out of sight, her eyes keenly tracking Sterixia. The beast almost made her vomit. Such a repulsive aura… She spared a glance down to her own palms, and clenched them before returning back to the group. That I am… bloodlined to such a… repulsive mockery of our proud lineage… Vanexia took a calming breath and returned to her duty.
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Sterixia looked at Kersia and Vynianyx, confused. She returned her gaze to the man and smiled. Her hand moved into the saddle bag on the Talbuk she was riding, and she pulled out a pad of paper. She looked back at the man and cocked her head to the side… wondering if he could even see what she wrote. Confused as to what she could do, she opened her mouth as if to speak, but no words came. She looked back at Kersia and pointed to herself, then to Torin.
Kersia chuckled and answered for Sterixia. “The young drake is named Sterixia… The mutations of her clutch has rendered her without a voice, and stunted her abilities.”
Torin held up a strange leaf. "Please I would offer you a gift." He spoke in a barely audible whisper. "Keep this with you, concentrate on its energy. It may help you grow stronger. Perhaps." Torin looked back at Kersia and Vynianyx. "Pardon, I was merely curious."
“No worries.” Vynianyx smiled at him. “We are still waiting for a few more, and our goblin with the ship anyway.”
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Vanexia stood in the shadows as the sun’s rays barely caressed the awaking landscape. Kersiagosa… She watched as the pandaren stood in the window of the inn. Her hands danced over where her needles were stored, ready to cut the pandaren down… but she stopped. My shot is not… concise. She sighed and relaxed, sliding down into the streets and fading into the shadows. Observation. There are many here. I sense the draconic amongst them… though I was not close enough to pin point who. Leader is Kersiagosa… sister to Tianagosa… the one who saved our minds… Under the black mask, Vanexia’s face grew mournful. Must we end her? Bloodlined to the one whom we owe so much?
Vanexia found her way to the docks, where Kersia, Vynianyx, Sylstyx, and Sterixia awaited the rest of the party. The black leather clothed woman faded out of sight, her eyes keenly tracking Sterixia. The beast almost made her vomit. Such a repulsive aura… She spared a glance down to her own palms, and clenched them before returning back to the group. That I am… bloodlined to such a… repulsive mockery of our proud lineage… Vanexia took a calming breath and returned to her duty.
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Mortre opened her eyes to a dark chamber. Her arms were chained to the wall with enough slack to hold her up while she sat on her knees. She looked around, noting nothing but stone walls and bars. She tried feeding her mana into the earth around her, to bend it to her will… to no success. She scowled, and noticed she was human… not worgen. She vaguely remembered shifting before being knocked out… as she struggled against being placed in the cell. She tried shifting now… but felt some form of barrier activate when she did. Mortre chewed on her inner cheek, frustrated. She glanced up… nothing but stone ceiling; and down… nothing but dirt and stone… and a poking sensation in her neck.
Oh! Mortre had always kept one of Kersia’s teleportation crystals on her neck piece. Perhaps the spell song would still activate… as it drew from mana within the crystal… not within herself. A smirk played across her lips as she wetted the inside of her mouth. Barely above a whisper, she sang:
As Mortre had begun the song, the crystal began to glow faintly. She was almost assured of her escape… but before she could finish the last note, a hand made of earth sprung up. It lifted her up and pinned her to the wall by her throat, which caused her to choke and gag.
“Tsk… tsk… Can’t be having that now… can we mother?” Vinarion’s golden eyes glinted in the low light outside of her cell. He vanished into the stone below himself, before rising up before her within the cell. The stone hand released Mortre, but held onto the crystal it had pulled from her neckpiece. The hand gave the crystal to Vinarion, who held it to his eyes. “Curious little trick…” He said, before crushing the crystal in his palm. The stone hand shattered into several small pieces, levitating in the air, before funneling up Vinarion’s right sleeve, forming a prosthetic stone arm and hand. He flexed the fingers for a moment before looking back at Mortre.
“Vinarion!” Mortre snapped. “Release me at once!”
Vinarion walked up to her and placed a stoney finger under her chin, so that their eyes met. “Now why would I do that? You abandoned me… mother. Abandoned us all… You want me to release you? So you can do it again?”
Mortre snarled. “You cannot hold me here forever, Vinar!”
The name made something snap within Vinarion and he smacked Mortre with his stone hand. “Don’t you EVER call me that again MOTHER! You lost the right!”
Mortre went silent in his sudden anger. Her little Vinar… the one she remembered… would have never struck her. Then again, he would have never bound her in some cave either. “W-what do you even want with me anyway?” She whispered.
“A reunion.” Vinarion fell back down into the stone, reappearing on the other side of the cell bars without the stone hand. “Ah, I was hoping to have a lovely chat… but I must go clear my mind.” He vanished out of view, down the hall.
Mortre tried to rub her stinging cheek on her shoulder as he faded out of view. What is going on?
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(2/2 [I stole that little bit of a song... not a lyricist T.T])
Oh! Mortre had always kept one of Kersia’s teleportation crystals on her neck piece. Perhaps the spell song would still activate… as it drew from mana within the crystal… not within herself. A smirk played across her lips as she wetted the inside of her mouth. Barely above a whisper, she sang:
Sing with me a song of silence and blood
The rain falls, but can't wash away the mud
Within my ancient heart dwells madness and pride
Can no one hear my cr-
As Mortre had begun the song, the crystal began to glow faintly. She was almost assured of her escape… but before she could finish the last note, a hand made of earth sprung up. It lifted her up and pinned her to the wall by her throat, which caused her to choke and gag.
“Tsk… tsk… Can’t be having that now… can we mother?” Vinarion’s golden eyes glinted in the low light outside of her cell. He vanished into the stone below himself, before rising up before her within the cell. The stone hand released Mortre, but held onto the crystal it had pulled from her neckpiece. The hand gave the crystal to Vinarion, who held it to his eyes. “Curious little trick…” He said, before crushing the crystal in his palm. The stone hand shattered into several small pieces, levitating in the air, before funneling up Vinarion’s right sleeve, forming a prosthetic stone arm and hand. He flexed the fingers for a moment before looking back at Mortre.
“Vinarion!” Mortre snapped. “Release me at once!”
Vinarion walked up to her and placed a stoney finger under her chin, so that their eyes met. “Now why would I do that? You abandoned me… mother. Abandoned us all… You want me to release you? So you can do it again?”
Mortre snarled. “You cannot hold me here forever, Vinar!”
The name made something snap within Vinarion and he smacked Mortre with his stone hand. “Don’t you EVER call me that again MOTHER! You lost the right!”
Mortre went silent in his sudden anger. Her little Vinar… the one she remembered… would have never struck her. Then again, he would have never bound her in some cave either. “W-what do you even want with me anyway?” She whispered.
“A reunion.” Vinarion fell back down into the stone, reappearing on the other side of the cell bars without the stone hand. “Ah, I was hoping to have a lovely chat… but I must go clear my mind.” He vanished out of view, down the hall.
Mortre tried to rub her stinging cheek on her shoulder as he faded out of view. What is going on?
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I do hereby and with my fullest of faculties do sign this contract of employment within the South Seas Trading Company. Grazik raised his left eye incredulously scanning each word trying his best to comprehend the large words. Reading was not the goblin's strong suit, but given enough time he could understand the gist of it. He skipped reading the part about the company not being held liable for a myriad of life ending reasons as well as the part about signing this locked you into a year of work at sea. Psh, like I'm gonna do sumthin cause a piece of paper tells me, Grazik thought signing his life away into servitude at sea and officially becoming a crew member of the vessel.
Out on the docks Grazik could see the dark silhouette of his clients against ta rising sun gathered around most likely complaining about him not being their yet, of course they would they got to sleep last night! The little goblin mumbled curse words under his breath moaning about the land lubbers before strolling in. "Ahoy!" He yelled out cusping his grubby dirt covered hand to his lips throwing his voice in their direction. "It looks like most o' ye R here. I hope yall had a gud rest and a big breakfast cause from now on it be ruff sails an salty cloths landlubbers."
As he approached to group his beady eyes scanned the adventures finally meeting with the horrific half naked scaly elf thing. "What in da name of Ellune's skirt is that!?" he blurted out like only a goblin could. "I..dunno ifin I can sneak that thing across the pond..but uh, a deal is a deal. Anyhow I hope ye all can hold yer breath an yer hooch." Grazik pointed towards the stacked barrels of grog running through the nearest one with his cutlass letting the frothy golden liquid run onto the floor stretching his neck drinking in large gulps as it sprayed. "Me mother always said waste not want not, Hahaha! Alright then, in ye' go luvs. One ata time." Grazik drunkenly stammered prying open the lid to the barrel he just impaled then moving onto the next.
Out on the docks Grazik could see the dark silhouette of his clients against ta rising sun gathered around most likely complaining about him not being their yet, of course they would they got to sleep last night! The little goblin mumbled curse words under his breath moaning about the land lubbers before strolling in. "Ahoy!" He yelled out cusping his grubby dirt covered hand to his lips throwing his voice in their direction. "It looks like most o' ye R here. I hope yall had a gud rest and a big breakfast cause from now on it be ruff sails an salty cloths landlubbers."
As he approached to group his beady eyes scanned the adventures finally meeting with the horrific half naked scaly elf thing. "What in da name of Ellune's skirt is that!?" he blurted out like only a goblin could. "I..dunno ifin I can sneak that thing across the pond..but uh, a deal is a deal. Anyhow I hope ye all can hold yer breath an yer hooch." Grazik pointed towards the stacked barrels of grog running through the nearest one with his cutlass letting the frothy golden liquid run onto the floor stretching his neck drinking in large gulps as it sprayed. "Me mother always said waste not want not, Hahaha! Alright then, in ye' go luvs. One ata time." Grazik drunkenly stammered prying open the lid to the barrel he just impaled then moving onto the next.
Kora had awakened much earlier than everyone else, she enjoyed watching the sunrise. It was one of the few moments of peace she felt in this war torn time. She found a nice spot on the docks and waved her hand a small chair materializing out of thin air. Kora still wore her sheer red dress and yet she felt no chill as she gracefully sat in the chair. She sighed, “So much pain and death and I feel each loss of life clearly. Mortal fighting against mortal, mortals fighting against demons and no obvious end in sight. I am sure a majority of the mortal races feel we dragons have failed in our charge to protect this world, especially considering two of our own aspects caused so much suffering.” She leaned back in her chair as the sun began to rise, “Mother, I know you have done your best for Azeroth, but I fear it is not enough. Now, once again dragon kind is causing suffering, I know not what this Vinarion has planned, but I doubt it will be good for Azeroth or the mortal races.”
Kora sighed as she smiled sadly, “So much evil in this world and still the Horde and Alliance bicker amongst themselves. I only pray that they will come together when Azeroth’s need is most dire, if not I fear the world we were charged to protect will be no more.” The red dragon rose from her chair drinking in the morning sunrise absently waving her conjured chair away, “Whatever happens I will do my utmost to protect the people I care about and the world I love.”
Kora left walked along the docks seeing her companions congregating and moving to join them she smiled warmly, “I hope everyone got a good night’s sleep.” Her eyes scanned the gathered figures until they fell on Sterixia, Kora tilted her head as she moved over to the creature. She circled the woman, who was obviously more than her appearance revealed. “A netherdrake… she has not allowed her disabilities to hinder her. Perhaps if we get the chance I can help you with your mortal guise my dear. After we rescue your mother of course.”
"What in da name of Ellune's skirt is that!?" he blurted out like only a goblin could. "I..dunno ifin I can sneak that thing across the pond..but uh, a deal is a deal. Anyhow I hope ye all can hold yer breath an yer hooch."
Kora turned and scowled at the goblin, “Utter one more unkind word and I will make good on my promise of feeding you to the sharks.” She turned back to Sterixia, “Do not listen to him dear, your form is beautiful, still I think you could do with some clothing.” Kora gently placed her hands on Sterixia’s shoulders and began to chant softly until a soft glow enveloped the netherdrake. Soon the glow faded to reveal Sterixia was now wearing a pair of black silken leggings and a silk purple blouse along with comfortable leather boots. Kora smiled, “There we are, now let’s see how can we make sure you can don these clothes whenever you shift…” Kora snapped her fingers as something came to her. She waved her hand and conjured a silver necklace and began to chant over it. Kora smiled, satisfied as she put the necklace around Sterixia’s neck, “Do not worry about breaking it, it will shift when you do and all you need to do is think of whatever clothing you wish to wear and the necklace will provide. It will only be an illusion, but it should suffice until you can conjure your own clothing when you shift.” Kora smiled warmly at Sterixia as she patted her shoulder.
Grazik pointed towards the stacked barrels of grog running through the nearest one with his cutlass letting the frothy golden liquid run onto the floor stretching his neck drinking in large gulps as it sprayed. "Me mother always said waste not want not, Hahaha! Alright then, in ye' go luvs. One ata time." Grazik drunkenly stammered prying open the lid to the barrel he just impaled then moving onto the next.
Kora watched the goblin in disgust, “You are vulgar even for a goblin, I can render myself invisible so I will not be needing your barrel. Another thought occurs to me, how do you plan to bring our mounts along? Well those of us with physical mounts anyway, I doubt they will fit in a barrel.”
Kora sighed as she smiled sadly, “So much evil in this world and still the Horde and Alliance bicker amongst themselves. I only pray that they will come together when Azeroth’s need is most dire, if not I fear the world we were charged to protect will be no more.” The red dragon rose from her chair drinking in the morning sunrise absently waving her conjured chair away, “Whatever happens I will do my utmost to protect the people I care about and the world I love.”
Kora left walked along the docks seeing her companions congregating and moving to join them she smiled warmly, “I hope everyone got a good night’s sleep.” Her eyes scanned the gathered figures until they fell on Sterixia, Kora tilted her head as she moved over to the creature. She circled the woman, who was obviously more than her appearance revealed. “A netherdrake… she has not allowed her disabilities to hinder her. Perhaps if we get the chance I can help you with your mortal guise my dear. After we rescue your mother of course.”
"What in da name of Ellune's skirt is that!?" he blurted out like only a goblin could. "I..dunno ifin I can sneak that thing across the pond..but uh, a deal is a deal. Anyhow I hope ye all can hold yer breath an yer hooch."
Kora turned and scowled at the goblin, “Utter one more unkind word and I will make good on my promise of feeding you to the sharks.” She turned back to Sterixia, “Do not listen to him dear, your form is beautiful, still I think you could do with some clothing.” Kora gently placed her hands on Sterixia’s shoulders and began to chant softly until a soft glow enveloped the netherdrake. Soon the glow faded to reveal Sterixia was now wearing a pair of black silken leggings and a silk purple blouse along with comfortable leather boots. Kora smiled, “There we are, now let’s see how can we make sure you can don these clothes whenever you shift…” Kora snapped her fingers as something came to her. She waved her hand and conjured a silver necklace and began to chant over it. Kora smiled, satisfied as she put the necklace around Sterixia’s neck, “Do not worry about breaking it, it will shift when you do and all you need to do is think of whatever clothing you wish to wear and the necklace will provide. It will only be an illusion, but it should suffice until you can conjure your own clothing when you shift.” Kora smiled warmly at Sterixia as she patted her shoulder.
Grazik pointed towards the stacked barrels of grog running through the nearest one with his cutlass letting the frothy golden liquid run onto the floor stretching his neck drinking in large gulps as it sprayed. "Me mother always said waste not want not, Hahaha! Alright then, in ye' go luvs. One ata time." Grazik drunkenly stammered prying open the lid to the barrel he just impaled then moving onto the next.
Kora watched the goblin in disgust, “You are vulgar even for a goblin, I can render myself invisible so I will not be needing your barrel. Another thought occurs to me, how do you plan to bring our mounts along? Well those of us with physical mounts anyway, I doubt they will fit in a barrel.”
Aliyara whined, gripping the leather reins tightly as the leaned back with all her weight. A loud roar of protest is heard from the stable, Hethra, a large and impressively muscular Night Saber, refused Aliyara’s commands. The young Stagsong girl was fond of animals, so much to the point where she tended to spoil them with treats and cuddles rather than do anything akin to training. The Nightsaber knew enough not to lose its temper and swat the Elf, after all, she was sweet girl. Hethra settled on batting down at the strained reins, pulling the elf forward and causing her to face plant into the wooden boards beneath her. She whimpers before releasing a cry as a sharp pain if felt at the back of her head. Bringing a shining glare to her assailant, Frekr, a fat, poofy and cockeyed hawkowl with a bad attitude. He squawked viciously.
She narrowed her gaze before reaching into her pouch, not bothering to lift her face from the ground just yet. She presented the Owl with a bit of jerky, to which he quickly devoured, pouncing like that of a morbidly obese raptor, claws outstretched and pinning to the elf’s hand to the ground as he tore into the jerky. Aliyara whined, bloody claw marks marking her hand. Little jerk!
She sat up, her eyes piercing into the yellow gaze of the saber, a challenge of wills clashing at the edge of reality itself, an epic battle taking place in the heavens as immortal armies clash and slay. Or in other words, a staring contest. Neither one blinked for a long time, Aliyara’s eyes began to water while Hetha’s eyes remain completely content. Redness takes place along the Elf’s eyelids as she struggled with this mighty display of wills. The tension breaks suddenly with a loud cry, that same sharp pain being felt on the side of her head. THIS DAMNED BIRD!
Frekr squawked, Aliyara waving her hands at him in a desperate attempt to shoo him away.
“Excuse me.” A booming voice is heard as a huge Tauren comes squeezing by, carrying a horse in his arms, which seemed to have a splint on its leg.
Holy cow… She thought, giggling a bit at the pun. He’s really strong.
Aliyara looked to Hethra, then back to the Tauren, then back to Hethra and smiled.
Sometime later at the dock, Aliyara comes strolling up to the meet the others with a flippant wave, behind her in tow, is the mighty Tauren, carrying a very obviously annoyed Nightsaber. Hethra groaned mightily as the Tauren set her down and handed the reins over to the Elf, Aliyara fluttering her eyelashes and rising up onto her tip-toes to leave a delicate kiss on the Bull’s cheek. He gave something of a goofy chuckle, and if not for his furry hide, one might guess he was blushing.
“A pleasure to be of service, miss.” He said to her, lowering his head and turning to leave. Aliyara puts her hands to her cheeks in an obvious act of helpless gratitude, before looking to the others, smiling, awaiting to board.
She narrowed her gaze before reaching into her pouch, not bothering to lift her face from the ground just yet. She presented the Owl with a bit of jerky, to which he quickly devoured, pouncing like that of a morbidly obese raptor, claws outstretched and pinning to the elf’s hand to the ground as he tore into the jerky. Aliyara whined, bloody claw marks marking her hand. Little jerk!
She sat up, her eyes piercing into the yellow gaze of the saber, a challenge of wills clashing at the edge of reality itself, an epic battle taking place in the heavens as immortal armies clash and slay. Or in other words, a staring contest. Neither one blinked for a long time, Aliyara’s eyes began to water while Hetha’s eyes remain completely content. Redness takes place along the Elf’s eyelids as she struggled with this mighty display of wills. The tension breaks suddenly with a loud cry, that same sharp pain being felt on the side of her head. THIS DAMNED BIRD!
Frekr squawked, Aliyara waving her hands at him in a desperate attempt to shoo him away.
“Excuse me.” A booming voice is heard as a huge Tauren comes squeezing by, carrying a horse in his arms, which seemed to have a splint on its leg.
Holy cow… She thought, giggling a bit at the pun. He’s really strong.
Aliyara looked to Hethra, then back to the Tauren, then back to Hethra and smiled.
Sometime later at the dock, Aliyara comes strolling up to the meet the others with a flippant wave, behind her in tow, is the mighty Tauren, carrying a very obviously annoyed Nightsaber. Hethra groaned mightily as the Tauren set her down and handed the reins over to the Elf, Aliyara fluttering her eyelashes and rising up onto her tip-toes to leave a delicate kiss on the Bull’s cheek. He gave something of a goofy chuckle, and if not for his furry hide, one might guess he was blushing.
“A pleasure to be of service, miss.” He said to her, lowering his head and turning to leave. Aliyara puts her hands to her cheeks in an obvious act of helpless gratitude, before looking to the others, smiling, awaiting to board.
The night had been a rough one for Darthanion. He had nightmares and visions of losing his precious hourglass. Without it he could not shift in the time ways, and would be effectively crippled. He could still fight, his swords as sharp as anyone elses. And he could coat them with poisons as others often did, but he would rather avoid fighting if he could.
The morning sun was sparkling off the waters of the bay as he came running out of the Inn. He was still pulling on clothing as he tried to hold the crust fo bread in his mouth. He tripped over the foot of a goblin bruiser as the green guard stepped back to avoid the headlong rush of the blood elf.
"OOF!!" Dart spat out the bread and watched helplessly as it flew off into the water below. "Dang...there goes my breakfast..." He looked over at the goblin, who was rolling on the boardwalk, laughing. "Go ahead and laugh..." he mumbled as he got up to straighten his leather armor and look around to see how many had witnessed his face planting.
Pulling himself together with whatever pride he could salvage, Dart reached into his pocket and pulled out the trinket he used as a ground mount. His pride and joy, the loud mechanical marvel known as a 'hog', appeared in a cloud of oily smoke once Dart had incanted the spell.
He wasted no time, as the sun was already up and the boat would be ready to leave. With a roar of deep thrumming that only comes from the best of the goblin manufacturers, Dart raced down the boardwalk to the docks. Sliding into the group would be a bad idea, and Dart applied brakes with a squeal as he managed to just miss the goblin standing there with a cutlass in hand.
"I am here!! Ready to go...which boat are we taking?" he was cheerful as he dismounted the rumbling bike. All of his gear and possessions were stored in the trinket. It only took a moment to mumble the incantation backwards to transform it into the trinket. He carefully placed it in his pocket and looked around curiously.
The morning sun was sparkling off the waters of the bay as he came running out of the Inn. He was still pulling on clothing as he tried to hold the crust fo bread in his mouth. He tripped over the foot of a goblin bruiser as the green guard stepped back to avoid the headlong rush of the blood elf.
"OOF!!" Dart spat out the bread and watched helplessly as it flew off into the water below. "Dang...there goes my breakfast..." He looked over at the goblin, who was rolling on the boardwalk, laughing. "Go ahead and laugh..." he mumbled as he got up to straighten his leather armor and look around to see how many had witnessed his face planting.
Pulling himself together with whatever pride he could salvage, Dart reached into his pocket and pulled out the trinket he used as a ground mount. His pride and joy, the loud mechanical marvel known as a 'hog', appeared in a cloud of oily smoke once Dart had incanted the spell.
He wasted no time, as the sun was already up and the boat would be ready to leave. With a roar of deep thrumming that only comes from the best of the goblin manufacturers, Dart raced down the boardwalk to the docks. Sliding into the group would be a bad idea, and Dart applied brakes with a squeal as he managed to just miss the goblin standing there with a cutlass in hand.
"I am here!! Ready to go...which boat are we taking?" he was cheerful as he dismounted the rumbling bike. All of his gear and possessions were stored in the trinket. It only took a moment to mumble the incantation backwards to transform it into the trinket. He carefully placed it in his pocket and looked around curiously.
07/11/2016 11:52 PMPosted by Kersia"Well," Vynianyx spoke, looking between those gathered. Poor Morician appeared to have seen better mornings. "We are going to take a boat to Rachet then go on foot to Tenaris. Vinarion could decimate us in the air, so we are going to avoid it at all costs."
Morician nodded in response, stifling a yawn before pulling his hood up to shade his face from the early morning sun. After adjusting his seat in the saddle for a moment, he bowed his head slightly and dozed off in the saddle while waiting for the others to appear.
07/12/2016 05:03 PMPosted by GrazikAs he approached to group his beady eyes scanned the adventures finally meeting with the horrific half naked scaly elf thing. "What in da name of Ellune's skirt is that!?" he blurted out like only a goblin could. "I..dunno ifin I can sneak that thing across the pond..but uh, a deal is a deal. Anyhow I hope ye all can hold yer breath an yer hooch." Grazik pointed towards the stacked barrels of grog running through the nearest one with his cutlass letting the frothy golden liquid run onto the floor stretching his neck drinking in large gulps as it sprayed. "Me mother always said waste not want not, Hahaha! Alright then, in ye' go luvs. One ata time." Grazik drunkenly stammered prying open the lid to the barrel he just impaled then moving onto the next.
The sudden outburst and loud rambling of the goblin snapped him back out of his pleasant snooze. Morician stretched and shook his head, attempting to push back the remaining sleepiness and pay attention to what was going on. Currently, the goblin was outlining some plan of how to get to Kalimdor from Booty Bay. Unfortunately, that plan seemed to consist of stowing away in beer barrels, without any regard for mounts or weapons. Others in the group seemed to think the same way, as one of the night elves, Kora, expressed similar concerns to his.
07/12/2016 07:29 PMPosted by SammurothKora watched the goblin in disgust, “You are vulgar even for a goblin, I can render myself invisible so I will not be needing your barrel. Another thought occurs to me, how do you plan to bring our mounts along? Well those of us with physical mounts anyway, I doubt they will fit in a barrel.”
"I agree." He studied the barrels for a moment, frowning as he turned his attention back to the goblin. "It's bad enough that you expect us to ride in these for the entire trip...not to mention that some of us don't exactly fit well in tight spaces." Morician motioned to his own bulky frame to help emphasize his point, before continuing. "And don't even get me started on the weapons. I'm not about to let my runeblade out of my sight." He sat back in the saddle as he awaited a response, hoping that there was some alternative to being forced to cram himself into a barrel for the duration of the voyage.
"Tch," Grazik rolled his eyes at the at Kora heaving a bemoaned sigh of annoyance, flashy dame.. "Ifin I was you Magikal lizard elf," He adressed Sterixia not really having a better way of describing or addressing her. "I'd pick betta friends, someone that'll tell you the truth-like say you kinda draws attention ta yourself luv." Grazik then done did his bestest fancy bow ungraciously gesturing for her Royal highness Kora to make use of her magnificent magic and saunter over to any boat that she pleased. "Invisible away M'lady."
And then the large human interjected, hmnm. Grazik could understand the snooty elves fussing over getting their hair wet, still found it bothersome, yet he knew more than a few humans in his day. They made fine sailors not afraid to get their hands dirty. So Mr. Big&Bad likes his armor all shiny like huh? A perplexing idea to the goblin with the sheer contrasting image of this imposing manly figure huffing and whining. Grazik crocked his head towards the right maybe looking at the man in a new angle would make sense. No-still didn't understand it. "Look, I get ya'll," Grazik sheathed his plain saber at the hip stopping his murder spree of barrels. "Alil bit of buyers remorse. Ye' got second thoughts-I ain't ta press yah. Parlay among yerselves..talk it over. I'll be here." He set himself on one of the beer barrels looking off into the endless sea. "Not the first won't be the last ting I smuggle."
He noticed a new elf run at top speeds nearly sliding into the group..sliding into Grazik mostly. The elf gave greetings between huffs of breath, Grazik put his index and middle finger to his temple in an informal salute to the young lad. "Yo."
And then the large human interjected, hmnm. Grazik could understand the snooty elves fussing over getting their hair wet, still found it bothersome, yet he knew more than a few humans in his day. They made fine sailors not afraid to get their hands dirty. So Mr. Big&Bad likes his armor all shiny like huh? A perplexing idea to the goblin with the sheer contrasting image of this imposing manly figure huffing and whining. Grazik crocked his head towards the right maybe looking at the man in a new angle would make sense. No-still didn't understand it. "Look, I get ya'll," Grazik sheathed his plain saber at the hip stopping his murder spree of barrels. "Alil bit of buyers remorse. Ye' got second thoughts-I ain't ta press yah. Parlay among yerselves..talk it over. I'll be here." He set himself on one of the beer barrels looking off into the endless sea. "Not the first won't be the last ting I smuggle."
He noticed a new elf run at top speeds nearly sliding into the group..sliding into Grazik mostly. The elf gave greetings between huffs of breath, Grazik put his index and middle finger to his temple in an informal salute to the young lad. "Yo."
07/12/2016 05:03 PMPosted by Grazik"Me mother always said waste not want not, Hahaha! Alright then, in ye' go luvs. One ata time." Grazik drunkenly stammered prying open the lid to the barrel he just impaled then moving onto the next.
Richard looked at the Goblin. " So you just want us to jump in some barrels? Just hop right in and go for a whirl? Oh yeah, fine I guess. Why not, just jump in a barrel full of alcohol and go for a sail, right? Just a little trip where we get all our stuff nice and basted. ARE YOU MAD? I'm not storing myself in a barrel."
He glared at the goblin. Was he stupid or just gutsy? Probably both. "Not only would my things get ruined, but there would be no way to get Synthara or Swifthind here on board if we were to stow away like salvaged goods you incompetent, little, bastard. I'd sooner sprout wings and fly over there if I could than ride in a barrel. And I'd take you along just to dump you in the briny deep. You wouldn't make much of a mouthful for a sea kraken, but perhaps a nice little snack."
He sighed." One would think you would have a just a little bit of sensibility, even if you are a goblin. Are you just some swabby whose thinking he can make a quick bit of gold? Well, I won't have it. Besides, even if we went along with this ridiculous plans whats to stop all of us from taking the ship for ourselves? We just pop out in the middle of the night, slit some throats, and be done with it. You and most others would be dead before you could say 'gold'."
07/13/2016 05:42 PMPosted by Morician. "It's bad enough that you expect us to ride in these for the entire trip...not to mention that some of us don't exactly fit well in tight spaces." Morician motioned to his own bulky frame to help emphasize his point, before continuing. "And don't even get me started on the weapons. I'm not about to let my runeblade out of my sight."
"Exactly! This fellow here understands the sentiments."
07/13/2016 06:25 PMPosted by Grazik"Look, I get ya'll," Grazik sheathed his plain saber at the hip stopping his murder spree of barrels. "Alil bit of buyers remorse. Ye' got second thoughts-I ain't ta press yah. Parlay among yerselves..talk it over. I'll be here." He set himself on one of the beer barrels looking off into the endless sea. "Not the first won't be the last ting I smuggle."
"I really wouldn't be so sure on that goblin. Who knows, we very well may be the last thing you attempt to smuggle like second hand knock offs."
Sterixia smiled as clothing appeared on her body, the workings of the female elf with the life aura. She smiled as the woman complimented her and nodded a thank you for the gifts. She didn't fully understand their purpose though, clothing seemed more cumbersome and cosmetic than useful. But if it pleased the group, she would wear it.
Kersia grinned as the others of the group formed, then sighed as the goblin's proposed plan came to light. "I have half a mind to toss you into the sea. Smuggle me on board some vessel!? Like I am cargo? I thought you owned the ship..." She pinched her paw on the bridge of her nose. "I don't want to put innocent lives at risk!"
Vynianyx's face lit up with a realization for a moment. "Wait! Kersia this would be perfect!" She grinned. "Assuming the goblin has a plan for our mounts and getting them on board... this would work splendidly. Vinarion would be looking for us, not the barrels containing us. We might be able to get across without him becoming wise to our movements."
Kersia walked over to the barrels. "A valid point..." She mused the idea as her cogwheels spun in her head. After all, why would he ever think they would stoop to this level... It could be worse. A passenger ship could be full of babes and elders... A cargo ship would be mostly sailors and crewmen... no? "Not to mention... cargo ships rarely have children or elders... or the disabled on them either... Most are capable." She thought about it some more. "And if they found us? Well it would be too late. We could probably talk out a mercenary gig for the ride at that point."
Sterixia looked between everyone arguing over the barrels and shrugged. Whatever reasons there were, she slid off the talbuk. The clothes that Kora gifted her moved with her movements like a second skin, but they were stuffy. Still, the strange elf walked over to one of the barrels. She quizzically looked at the lid, opening it to reveal the drink inside. The elf netherdrake scowled as the stench of the liquid wafted forth. She pushed on the barrel, knocking it over and spilling out its contents. She set the barrel back up, lifted the lid over her head, and climbed into the dark space.
Kersia had looked over at Sterixia when she heard the barrel fall and spill. The pandaren chuckled as Sterixia climbed in. "Well, I suppose. But I am not traveling coated in nasty liquor. Why not fill the barrels with water or empty them out. Our weight should be enough to deter any questions." She looked at the drunk goblin, who had already stabbed and drained one of the barrels. "Unless that was intentional and not a drunken accident. I would rather remain dry if possible."
Kersia grinned as the others of the group formed, then sighed as the goblin's proposed plan came to light. "I have half a mind to toss you into the sea. Smuggle me on board some vessel!? Like I am cargo? I thought you owned the ship..." She pinched her paw on the bridge of her nose. "I don't want to put innocent lives at risk!"
Vynianyx's face lit up with a realization for a moment. "Wait! Kersia this would be perfect!" She grinned. "Assuming the goblin has a plan for our mounts and getting them on board... this would work splendidly. Vinarion would be looking for us, not the barrels containing us. We might be able to get across without him becoming wise to our movements."
Kersia walked over to the barrels. "A valid point..." She mused the idea as her cogwheels spun in her head. After all, why would he ever think they would stoop to this level... It could be worse. A passenger ship could be full of babes and elders... A cargo ship would be mostly sailors and crewmen... no? "Not to mention... cargo ships rarely have children or elders... or the disabled on them either... Most are capable." She thought about it some more. "And if they found us? Well it would be too late. We could probably talk out a mercenary gig for the ride at that point."
Sterixia looked between everyone arguing over the barrels and shrugged. Whatever reasons there were, she slid off the talbuk. The clothes that Kora gifted her moved with her movements like a second skin, but they were stuffy. Still, the strange elf walked over to one of the barrels. She quizzically looked at the lid, opening it to reveal the drink inside. The elf netherdrake scowled as the stench of the liquid wafted forth. She pushed on the barrel, knocking it over and spilling out its contents. She set the barrel back up, lifted the lid over her head, and climbed into the dark space.
Kersia had looked over at Sterixia when she heard the barrel fall and spill. The pandaren chuckled as Sterixia climbed in. "Well, I suppose. But I am not traveling coated in nasty liquor. Why not fill the barrels with water or empty them out. Our weight should be enough to deter any questions." She looked at the drunk goblin, who had already stabbed and drained one of the barrels. "Unless that was intentional and not a drunken accident. I would rather remain dry if possible."
Grazik lay back resting his head on the roughly carved docks letting Mr.Bighat spew his incredibly foul and sincerely racist tirade wash over him like the very pier they stood on. The goblin was used to it by now to be quite honest. Society indoctrinates the average citizen to view a thief as an infectious plague at worst that needs eradicating at worst or a common nuisance like rats. They weren't people so it didn't matter when you cut off their fingers, ran them out of town, treated them worse than an animal (Like so) or hanged them. It's not as if they could have children that miss them or be somebodies son/daughter. Grazik let loose a shuffled sigh letting go of his worries only remarking with an uninterested, "Meh..," towards Sir Parker.
Grazik opened his his left eye and watched as the uh, the umn, Elf girl lizard thing..maybe was obvious to what was going on around her either uncaring or incapable of understanding as her posse bickered among themselves. The she elf casually walked to a barrel trying to figure out what all the fuss was about. and peel back one of those sealed lids like it was nothing, which was impressive to be sure. Grazik watched as the girls face soured and she dumped the contents to the floor before climbing in. Ohhh... the realization finally struck Grazik as to the mystery of the lizelf. Her ship not be havin' a full crew. Poor lass. Maybe she be cursed, would explain her appearance.
Vynianyx's face lit up with a realization for a moment. "Wait! Kersia this would be perfect!" She grinned. "Assuming the goblin has a plan for our mounts and getting them on board... this would work splendidly. Vinarion would be looking for us, not the barrels containing us. We might be able to get across without him becoming wise to our movements."
"Finally!" Grazik blurted out relieved to have all of this inane landlubber babble be done with! "Someone wit a bit'o sense!" The goblin leaped off his barrel chair eager to get this adventure underway. He crossed his arms tapping his feat anxiously listening to the panda lass and so far only sensible person the sensible night elf talk over the finer details of the plan. "Fair questions," He finally interjected when the duo were finished asking. The goblin raised his index finger momentarily in thought trying his best to..articulate the tricks of the trade to people who would have no clue on the subject.
"I did'n have a ship. Ran with Captain Eliza as first mate on a spare ship. The deader found these cursed swords not far off da coast one fine day..they uh..they changed her, and nary for the better. I be a thief an a lair sure, but not a murderer. We pirates have some code of honor. If a ship peacefully surrenders and hands over their loot no harm shall come to that ship or it's crew, or after da fact we will accept defectors..if not, well da sharks get fed." Grazik shrugged looking down at the briny deep beneath his feet thinking about all the poor souls who's graves became the ocean. "But Eliza, she'd attack a ship without even parlaying wit it's captain killin every man, woman, or even poor child onboard..and then sinkin the ship as if the gold didn't even matter ta her. Afore' long she'd raid the coast for da hell of it, kidnap da familes of men that dare cross her and drownin em." He sighed disheartened, "Soes no-I ain't got a ship no more. I just thank neptulon the crow ain't grown wise ta me desertion."
"Right then, now ifin we don't have any more questions about me ship back ta the matter o the barrels." Grazik looked over Kerisa's group of mostly humans and elves. "The trick is ta not empty them completely..the average crewman'll grow suspicious ifin it rolls like it's stuffed wit rocks an he can't here it slosh. Yah also want ta get the weight about right.." He looked over the group guesstimating their sizes. "Fer your average human/elf that'd be about..half da barrel. An finally why no water. Well Luv I love grog as much as the next man, but ye ever bin stuck at sea wit nothing ta drink? Ye'd contaminate the water an as much as it kills me ta say..I could live without da rum. But don't worry, I already have a stash of spare cloths when I get yah on board."
Grazik opened his his left eye and watched as the uh, the umn, Elf girl lizard thing..maybe was obvious to what was going on around her either uncaring or incapable of understanding as her posse bickered among themselves. The she elf casually walked to a barrel trying to figure out what all the fuss was about. and peel back one of those sealed lids like it was nothing, which was impressive to be sure. Grazik watched as the girls face soured and she dumped the contents to the floor before climbing in. Ohhh... the realization finally struck Grazik as to the mystery of the lizelf. Her ship not be havin' a full crew. Poor lass. Maybe she be cursed, would explain her appearance.
Vynianyx's face lit up with a realization for a moment. "Wait! Kersia this would be perfect!" She grinned. "Assuming the goblin has a plan for our mounts and getting them on board... this would work splendidly. Vinarion would be looking for us, not the barrels containing us. We might be able to get across without him becoming wise to our movements."
"Finally!" Grazik blurted out relieved to have all of this inane landlubber babble be done with! "Someone wit a bit'o sense!" The goblin leaped off his barrel chair eager to get this adventure underway. He crossed his arms tapping his feat anxiously listening to the panda lass and so far only sensible person the sensible night elf talk over the finer details of the plan. "Fair questions," He finally interjected when the duo were finished asking. The goblin raised his index finger momentarily in thought trying his best to..articulate the tricks of the trade to people who would have no clue on the subject.
"I did'n have a ship. Ran with Captain Eliza as first mate on a spare ship. The deader found these cursed swords not far off da coast one fine day..they uh..they changed her, and nary for the better. I be a thief an a lair sure, but not a murderer. We pirates have some code of honor. If a ship peacefully surrenders and hands over their loot no harm shall come to that ship or it's crew, or after da fact we will accept defectors..if not, well da sharks get fed." Grazik shrugged looking down at the briny deep beneath his feet thinking about all the poor souls who's graves became the ocean. "But Eliza, she'd attack a ship without even parlaying wit it's captain killin every man, woman, or even poor child onboard..and then sinkin the ship as if the gold didn't even matter ta her. Afore' long she'd raid the coast for da hell of it, kidnap da familes of men that dare cross her and drownin em." He sighed disheartened, "Soes no-I ain't got a ship no more. I just thank neptulon the crow ain't grown wise ta me desertion."
"Right then, now ifin we don't have any more questions about me ship back ta the matter o the barrels." Grazik looked over Kerisa's group of mostly humans and elves. "The trick is ta not empty them completely..the average crewman'll grow suspicious ifin it rolls like it's stuffed wit rocks an he can't here it slosh. Yah also want ta get the weight about right.." He looked over the group guesstimating their sizes. "Fer your average human/elf that'd be about..half da barrel. An finally why no water. Well Luv I love grog as much as the next man, but ye ever bin stuck at sea wit nothing ta drink? Ye'd contaminate the water an as much as it kills me ta say..I could live without da rum. But don't worry, I already have a stash of spare cloths when I get yah on board."
Morician breathed a sigh of relief as Richard began to question the goblin's plan as well. It was somewhat comforting knowing that at least one other person shared his sentiments about the plan. However, the final decision still rested in the hands...er, paws...of Kersia. She was the head honcho, after all.
Well, Vynianyx did have a good point. Assuming that the cult was even searching for them, they would be looking for people and not cargo. Though hiding in barrels still did not solve the issue of the mounts. Some of the mounts could be passed off as being live cargo, bound for sale or something in other parts of the world. He shot a glance down at Steel. Well, that sort of excuse would only work for some of the mounts. A large, fully armored deathcharger would likely still raise questions.
He waited until the goblin had finished speaking before he bothered to voice his own concerns. "I can maybe see your point in sneakin' aboard in barrels...that still doesn't explain how you're intendin' to account for our mounts though," he remarked, still studying the goblin with an uncertain look.
07/17/2016 05:22 AMPosted by KersiaVynianyx's face lit up with a realization for a moment. "Wait! Kersia this would be perfect!" She grinned. "Assuming the goblin has a plan for our mounts and getting them on board... this would work splendidly. Vinarion would be looking for us, not the barrels containing us. We might be able to get across without him becoming wise to our movements."
07/17/2016 05:22 AMPosted by KersiaKersia had looked over at Sterixia when she heard the barrel fall and spill. The pandaren chuckled as Sterixia climbed in. "Well, I suppose. But I am not traveling coated in nasty liquor. Why not fill the barrels with water or empty them out. Our weight should be enough to deter any questions." She looked at the drunk goblin, who had already stabbed and drained one of the barrels. "Unless that was intentional and not a drunken accident. I would rather remain dry if possible."
Well, Vynianyx did have a good point. Assuming that the cult was even searching for them, they would be looking for people and not cargo. Though hiding in barrels still did not solve the issue of the mounts. Some of the mounts could be passed off as being live cargo, bound for sale or something in other parts of the world. He shot a glance down at Steel. Well, that sort of excuse would only work for some of the mounts. A large, fully armored deathcharger would likely still raise questions.
He waited until the goblin had finished speaking before he bothered to voice his own concerns. "I can maybe see your point in sneakin' aboard in barrels...that still doesn't explain how you're intendin' to account for our mounts though," he remarked, still studying the goblin with an uncertain look.
After waking up from her sleep,Tandrina quickly washed and dressed into a clean tunic and leggings placing her hooded coat on over it. She approached the group quietly and listened into their situation with a frown on her face "I'm afraid hiding in a barrel would not be the best approach,what if the ship were attacked and assumed the barrels to be priceless cargo or full of alcohol?" I could use my invisibility spell if things get hectic,it only failed last time since I wasn't quick to cast it back then but thanks to Kalel I can cast my needed spells fairly quicker. "Then again I could understand the approach for needed subterfuge though will prove difficult if they see suspicious looking modes of transportation." She said crossing her arms lost in thought she knew she wanted to rescue Mortrexia but this whole situation with the ship they were to board came off rather confusing to her and a slight dread after overhearing the goblin's story. So we have to worry about a cult and some angry pirate woman? Well this isn't good I promised papa I'd come home in one piece.
The thought of being stuffed into a barrel of rum made Dart chuckle. "I don't think it's avery good idea. Yes, maybe the goblin did not account for the mounts. I am sure we can make some compromise."
He glanced at Kora as she went on board anyway, staying invisible. "That's one way to do it. I can do that as well. My mount is in my pocket anyway. I like traveling light."
He looked thoughtfully at his tiny hourglass, wondering if he could do a little sleight of hand? "Actually, those of you who wish to board the ship and stay out of sight, I can make you invisible for a short time. If you walk close to me and we can get on board without the sailors noticing, we can stow away in the hold."
His cloaking device would keep anyone from seeing the stealthy rogue and his close party members. As long as they did not touch anything or attack anyone. "I can even smuggle mounts aboard if someone will distract the goblin sailors enough for me to sneak them onto the gangplank and into the hold."
It was a good plan, if they could just get the mounts to cooperate. A thought struck Dart about then and he turned to Grazik. "You say you have spare clothes for once we are on board. Does that mean you are planning on highjacking the boat once we are at sea? That could be considered piracy, you know." He glared at the goblin for a moment or two, then grinned. "I always wanted to be a pirate..."
He glanced at Kora as she went on board anyway, staying invisible. "That's one way to do it. I can do that as well. My mount is in my pocket anyway. I like traveling light."
He looked thoughtfully at his tiny hourglass, wondering if he could do a little sleight of hand? "Actually, those of you who wish to board the ship and stay out of sight, I can make you invisible for a short time. If you walk close to me and we can get on board without the sailors noticing, we can stow away in the hold."
His cloaking device would keep anyone from seeing the stealthy rogue and his close party members. As long as they did not touch anything or attack anyone. "I can even smuggle mounts aboard if someone will distract the goblin sailors enough for me to sneak them onto the gangplank and into the hold."
It was a good plan, if they could just get the mounts to cooperate. A thought struck Dart about then and he turned to Grazik. "You say you have spare clothes for once we are on board. Does that mean you are planning on highjacking the boat once we are at sea? That could be considered piracy, you know." He glared at the goblin for a moment or two, then grinned. "I always wanted to be a pirate..."
- Draconyxion -
The Dwarf's eyes darted back and forth as the goblin displayed his plan to get them on board. Had he been a real Dwarf and a Wildhammer even more so, he would have jumped in no questions asked. This was however not the case and it seemed as though the others had similar thoughts to his own. When the goblin responded about their relative weights Draco had to look down at himself along with the others in the group. He wasn't exactly sure how much the barrels of ale weighed when full, but he suspected that should they get in with their armor they would easily tip the scale at any level. Him being even more so than the others. True they were much taller than him, but Draco like many Dwarves was very densely packed. Easily topping 400 pound and then some when factoring in his armor. That was, unless This Goblin intended for them to strip off their armor prior to getting in.
Draco was not really found of the idea since it would be too easy for the short green trogg to sneak off with their gear while they were sealed within the barrels for transport. That was the idea wasn't it? To seal them in for the trip to Ratchet? After all, it would be too suspicious if one or several of the lids were not secured. Likely sparking an investigation to which they would be discovered. Unarmed and unarmored. Finally as everyone seemed to have arrived Draco spoke up.
"I am sorry boy, but I have to agree with the majority of the group. While your idea is very cleaver, it leaves too many holes. Not just the ones you are poking into the barrels themselves. Hopefully to allow us to breath while we would be sealed in there correct? What makes this ale different than water that you think if we stowed away in it we'd not contaminate it as much as we would plan water?"
The mounts were once again brought up along with something about spare cloths. Now the Dwarf really was lost. "If you had something extra for us to change into then why the barrels? Further more, what do you expect us to do with our gear while we are changed? Had it over to you for safe keeping?" He kept it quiet and to himself, but Draco agreed with the Male Blood Elf. Starting a mutiny would be quite fun. Though he also knew that Sir Bowen would not have approved should he learn of it. So we just wont tell him. Draco thought to himself with an outward smile on his face.
The Dwarf's eyes darted back and forth as the goblin displayed his plan to get them on board. Had he been a real Dwarf and a Wildhammer even more so, he would have jumped in no questions asked. This was however not the case and it seemed as though the others had similar thoughts to his own. When the goblin responded about their relative weights Draco had to look down at himself along with the others in the group. He wasn't exactly sure how much the barrels of ale weighed when full, but he suspected that should they get in with their armor they would easily tip the scale at any level. Him being even more so than the others. True they were much taller than him, but Draco like many Dwarves was very densely packed. Easily topping 400 pound and then some when factoring in his armor. That was, unless This Goblin intended for them to strip off their armor prior to getting in.
Draco was not really found of the idea since it would be too easy for the short green trogg to sneak off with their gear while they were sealed within the barrels for transport. That was the idea wasn't it? To seal them in for the trip to Ratchet? After all, it would be too suspicious if one or several of the lids were not secured. Likely sparking an investigation to which they would be discovered. Unarmed and unarmored. Finally as everyone seemed to have arrived Draco spoke up.
"I am sorry boy, but I have to agree with the majority of the group. While your idea is very cleaver, it leaves too many holes. Not just the ones you are poking into the barrels themselves. Hopefully to allow us to breath while we would be sealed in there correct? What makes this ale different than water that you think if we stowed away in it we'd not contaminate it as much as we would plan water?"
The mounts were once again brought up along with something about spare cloths. Now the Dwarf really was lost. "If you had something extra for us to change into then why the barrels? Further more, what do you expect us to do with our gear while we are changed? Had it over to you for safe keeping?" He kept it quiet and to himself, but Draco agreed with the Male Blood Elf. Starting a mutiny would be quite fun. Though he also knew that Sir Bowen would not have approved should he learn of it. So we just wont tell him. Draco thought to himself with an outward smile on his face.
Kersia furrowed her brow as various members of the group raised concerns and spoke with their own ideas. Sterixia peeked out of her barrel as she watched the others, curious why none did as the goblin asked. After all, she had no worry of wet clothing, nor concern for grog. She just wanted to ship out and save her mother.
Kersia sighed and massaged her temples as the young Dart made a suggestion. "I rather like that idea myself. We can stow away on board under the cloak, and it would aide in getting the mounts on board as well. And we certainly wouldn't get wet doing so, with sticky and disgusting alcohol."
Vyn jabbed Kersia in the rib with her elbow and whispered to her. "Disgusting alcohol? Are you not-"
"Aha! I mean wonderful brew of course. Sorry the sleepless nights and worry fog my mind." Kersia chuckled. "Regardless, I am not excited about getting my fur coated in it, so I think we should save your barrels of grog and you can use them to distract the crew while we board under the cloak."
She thought about the other problem, those not being willing to trust their luggage and gear with the goblin. "I can have Sylstyx watch over our belongings below deck, we can stash them and the mounts in a storage bay. Even if the crew came questioning, people typically give up trying to converse after a few minutes..."
Sylstyx smiled. "I beink vary hahpziez tu beink duuink ziz chaarzink! Beink mi hoonuhrz!"
Kersia looked back at the goblin. "What say you? You keep your grog and we board invisibly. You can use it to entice the crew on deck to give us time to get situated below decks and changed. None will be any wiser... And hopefully the invisibility stunt throws our pursuers as much as hiding in the barrels would."
Kersia sighed and massaged her temples as the young Dart made a suggestion. "I rather like that idea myself. We can stow away on board under the cloak, and it would aide in getting the mounts on board as well. And we certainly wouldn't get wet doing so, with sticky and disgusting alcohol."
Vyn jabbed Kersia in the rib with her elbow and whispered to her. "Disgusting alcohol? Are you not-"
"Aha! I mean wonderful brew of course. Sorry the sleepless nights and worry fog my mind." Kersia chuckled. "Regardless, I am not excited about getting my fur coated in it, so I think we should save your barrels of grog and you can use them to distract the crew while we board under the cloak."
She thought about the other problem, those not being willing to trust their luggage and gear with the goblin. "I can have Sylstyx watch over our belongings below deck, we can stash them and the mounts in a storage bay. Even if the crew came questioning, people typically give up trying to converse after a few minutes..."
Sylstyx smiled. "I beink vary hahpziez tu beink duuink ziz chaarzink! Beink mi hoonuhrz!"
Kersia looked back at the goblin. "What say you? You keep your grog and we board invisibly. You can use it to entice the crew on deck to give us time to get situated below decks and changed. None will be any wiser... And hopefully the invisibility stunt throws our pursuers as much as hiding in the barrels would."
Invisibility? Magical mount pocket holders? Mutiny? Pandas that don't like beer!? Grazik stood there dumbfounded scratching his bald head as he watched the circus unfold. Is this a joke or something!? Well it was to late now to back out of this train wreck. The goblin pondered the truthfulness of their threat of turning him into a pig after witnessing all of that.
"Huh?" He turned to the pandaren snapping out of his mild coma induced by all this insanity. The goblin shrugged his shoulders unsure in response. "Honestly Luv..I ain't got a clue what any of yous just said, but Ima man o' me word and yer the cap'n. If yah can get on the ship I'll do what I can from there." The goblin peered over at Sterixia who's head stuck out of the barrel like a baby chick just being born. His facial features lightened at the child like innocence of the disfigured elfish creature. "Though..if I do have a suggestion Miss, I don't think subtly is one of your friend's strong points. I got dis," Grazik casually dismissed Kersia and crew who up until now had no problems making their protests known motioning the literal only person who didn't seem totally nuts in this adventure to follow. If somebody is the survive this disaster she's got the biggest chance of making it in this world and the goblin was fairly sure she was impaired.
"Now don't say anything, think yah can manage that sweet?" He turned to acknowledge his partner in crime as the approached the dockhand. "HEY BUDDY!" He yelled out.
"No." The goblin coldly responded.
"I didn't even-"
"No free rides, your friend can't come."
Grazik gasped in shock at the dockhand's brashness. "How dare ye' sir! Ta speak of my sister in such a manner. Have ye no shame!?"
"Your sister?" The dockhand's eyes furrowed as he scanned the strange creature. "THAT was a goblin?"
Grazik backhanded his insolence, "And the most beautiful lass yah ever lay your eyes upon to be sure..ah..but one night she were cursed by a vile sorcerer who's advances were unwanted. Tragic." His voice squeaked highly while the goblin shed a terribly fake tear. "Now she'll never know true love. And you see That is why I shan't abandon her again. Where I go she does-where she goes I go, Were we go..they go?" And then he nodded as a matter a fact.
The dockhand sighed taken back by the flood of misinformation. "Er uh. Ugh, can she lift?"
"Strong as an ox!"
"Whatever. Captain shouldn't mind the extra work to much..but keep a short leash on her!"
"The shortest! Bless your kind soul and may fortune find yer wa-" And they were on board. That was one person counted for and now both he and Sterxia had relative free range of the ship to explore.
07/25/2016 02:55 PMPosted by KersiaKersia looked back at the goblin. "What say you? You keep your grog and we board invisibly. You can use it to entice the crew on deck to give us time to get situated below decks and changed. None will be any wiser... And hopefully the invisibility stunt throws our pursuers as much as hiding in the barrels would."
"Huh?" He turned to the pandaren snapping out of his mild coma induced by all this insanity. The goblin shrugged his shoulders unsure in response. "Honestly Luv..I ain't got a clue what any of yous just said, but Ima man o' me word and yer the cap'n. If yah can get on the ship I'll do what I can from there." The goblin peered over at Sterixia who's head stuck out of the barrel like a baby chick just being born. His facial features lightened at the child like innocence of the disfigured elfish creature. "Though..if I do have a suggestion Miss, I don't think subtly is one of your friend's strong points. I got dis," Grazik casually dismissed Kersia and crew who up until now had no problems making their protests known motioning the literal only person who didn't seem totally nuts in this adventure to follow. If somebody is the survive this disaster she's got the biggest chance of making it in this world and the goblin was fairly sure she was impaired.
"Now don't say anything, think yah can manage that sweet?" He turned to acknowledge his partner in crime as the approached the dockhand. "HEY BUDDY!" He yelled out.
"No." The goblin coldly responded.
"I didn't even-"
"No free rides, your friend can't come."
Grazik gasped in shock at the dockhand's brashness. "How dare ye' sir! Ta speak of my sister in such a manner. Have ye no shame!?"
"Your sister?" The dockhand's eyes furrowed as he scanned the strange creature. "THAT was a goblin?"
Grazik backhanded his insolence, "And the most beautiful lass yah ever lay your eyes upon to be sure..ah..but one night she were cursed by a vile sorcerer who's advances were unwanted. Tragic." His voice squeaked highly while the goblin shed a terribly fake tear. "Now she'll never know true love. And you see That is why I shan't abandon her again. Where I go she does-where she goes I go, Were we go..they go?" And then he nodded as a matter a fact.
The dockhand sighed taken back by the flood of misinformation. "Er uh. Ugh, can she lift?"
"Strong as an ox!"
"Whatever. Captain shouldn't mind the extra work to much..but keep a short leash on her!"
"The shortest! Bless your kind soul and may fortune find yer wa-" And they were on board. That was one person counted for and now both he and Sterxia had relative free range of the ship to explore.
There was a slight bit of hesitation, as Darth took out the tiny hourglass attached to his belt with a silver chain. "Everyone stay close to me, but try not to jostle each other and by all means avoid bumping into any of the crew. I will try to move quickly, but I will be avoiding them as well. Just stay behind me and don't talk!"
He waited until everyone was right beside him and he faced the gangplank and whispered a cantrip. He shimmered out of view of the crew of the ship, but as long as the party followed him and kept their eyes on him, they could see his faint shimmer as it moved to the deck of the ship. He walked at a normal pace, not too fast, but not slow either. He was trying to time it so that the crew were moving out of his way as they walked around stowing cargo and getting ready to cast off.
He only stopped once before he got to the hatch that went below, it was a ladder and he turned to see everyone was behind him before he quickly decended into the hold of the ship. Those leading mounts would have to let the goblin figure out how to stow them.
Maybe he could convince the crew he had brought the animals for his own use? It was not Dart's problem, he would let the goblin handle it. At least in the case of the deathcharger, he always thought they were stowed in some secret pocket or magical device, he had no clue what they would do.
He waited in the hold for everyone to get down the ladder before making sure none of the sailors was down there. He released the cantrip. It could be reactivated at any time a threat appeared, as long as Dart was paying attention.
He waited until everyone was right beside him and he faced the gangplank and whispered a cantrip. He shimmered out of view of the crew of the ship, but as long as the party followed him and kept their eyes on him, they could see his faint shimmer as it moved to the deck of the ship. He walked at a normal pace, not too fast, but not slow either. He was trying to time it so that the crew were moving out of his way as they walked around stowing cargo and getting ready to cast off.
He only stopped once before he got to the hatch that went below, it was a ladder and he turned to see everyone was behind him before he quickly decended into the hold of the ship. Those leading mounts would have to let the goblin figure out how to stow them.
Maybe he could convince the crew he had brought the animals for his own use? It was not Dart's problem, he would let the goblin handle it. At least in the case of the deathcharger, he always thought they were stowed in some secret pocket or magical device, he had no clue what they would do.
He waited in the hold for everyone to get down the ladder before making sure none of the sailors was down there. He released the cantrip. It could be reactivated at any time a threat appeared, as long as Dart was paying attention.