Mortica
07-25-2007, 01:53 PM
/ooc continued from from a story in the Grim's Tavern. http://thegrim.guildportal.com/Guild.aspx?GuildID=30729&ForumID=141891&TabID=275257&TopicID=3187323&Page=1 (http://thegrim.guildportal.com/Guild.aspx?GuildID=30729&ForumID=141891&TabID=275257&TopicID=3187323&Page=1)
I liked it enough to want to post it here
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After leaving the guild hall, Chaindog begins to hunt.
First, she needs something strictly night elven. Her hand idly reaches up to her hair as she gentle caresses a feather she has tied there. She's been collecting feathers her whole life starting with a gryphon feather near her home in Revantusk. She has heard rumors of the Strigid owls in Darnassus. Their feathers are unique to them.
Chaindog heads for the birdie master in Orgrimmar and gets a flight to Valormor Post in Felwood. The flight is short. She heads down to the falls and takes a look. It's a long way down. "No guts, no glory." she says as takes a few steps back, and then runs at it. Her dive is long and graceful. THe splash is small. The continues as she makes her down to the forest floor of Darkshore.
She summons her mount and heads for Auberdine. She crests a hill near the town and waits patiently as she gazes out to the docks for the arrival of the ship. Upon seeing it on the horizon she steels herself and spurs her mount into action. The ride through AUberdine of sheer chaos. No one really notices her as she clears the rise and heads to the inn. That changes though as she bursts throught the door way, makes a sharp turn up the ramp, and runs down the innkeeper. Papers go flying everywhich way, the poor elf morning the loss of his beloved wife finds himself in the drink as her raptor should checks him off the dock.
By now, most of the guards are in full pursuit, as she makes the last turn down the docks. She sees the ship start to move and angles for the last possible area on the docks. As she reaches it, her mount jumps and lands on the deck leaving the guards behind. She notices a small elf standing there beside her. He's staring at her in shock. She looks down from her 7 foot height to the elf and makes two gestures. The first, is that of pointing off the ship. The second is a finger dragged across her throat. The elf opts for the first choice and jumps off the ship.
The ship is fast and her arrival is unexpected but she knows that won't last for long. She scouts from the dock. She sees no city though. Unsure of what to do she watches an elf pop out of some glowing field under a tree. Since there is nowhere else to go she rides down the dock and runs straight for the glowing thing under the tree. The trip through was instant and unexpected. Without breaking a step she heads for the outskirts of the city. The time for causing mayhem is over and more subtlety is needed.
Making her way around to the north she finds little to none in the way of guards. She then skirts the guards at the entryway and out into Teldrassil. The road is clear mostly to the Dolanaar with the exception of the 3 guards on cats. Finding the owls is easy. Thery're everywhere. She spends a little time hunting them and then choosing the best feather. A Strigid Owl Feather. That will do nicely for what she needs. She ties the feather into her hair to join her collection.
As she's about to hearth to Orgrimmar, but she smells something foul in the air. She stops and looks around. She can't believe her eyes. A demon. Albeit a weak one she stares at it. Then to her horror, a night elf walks up to it. The two start talking. Chaindog can't understand what they're saying but pays attention anyway. Soon the elf heads off and she follows the elf. The starts gathering a few things, something from an owl, a panther, and spider. The elf runs back and the demon rewards the elf! The elves have demon masters? What the?
With that little bit of excitement over, she hearths to Orgrimmar. She smells alcohol immediately upon arrival. A troll near her laughs, points at her and says, "ha ha, feathers!"
Chaindog's hand tightens into a first and she punches him in the face. THe punch lands just to the right of his nose from her perspective. The left knuckle crushes the side of his nose. Blood explodes as a cracking sound is made. The right knuckle slams into the soft tender part of his face known as the eyeball. It makes a sinking feeling in his skull as the eyeball is violently shoved backward. The troll's head snaps backward as blood is upwards into the air and hits a support strut made of lumber. There's another cracking sound as either the skull or the lumber splits. The troll slumps to the floor.
An orc standing nearby says, "Oh no! Me thinks you killed him!"
"So?" comes the reply from Chaindog.
She turns and walks out of the inn and summons her mount. She exits the city and catches a ride to Grom'gol. Then to Stonard. She wanders outside of the walls to the Stonard Cartographer.
"Greetings" she says quietly. She knows him and he doesn't like to be startled.
He looks up from his current peice of work and says, "Ah! Chaindog, one of my favorite explorers. What brings you by lass? I didn't ask for you I don't think. Maybe I did. Or didn't I?"
"Nay my friend, I come of my reasons. I have need of your skill with a quill. I need something drawn. Do you have time for my request?"
"Aye I might." says the cartographer. "You have payment?"
Chaindog reaches into her pack and pulls out a pouch and hand it to him. "Gnome giblets, fresh from the battlefield this morning."
"Ah, most excellent." He reaches in and pulls one out. Holding between a finger and a thumb he gently squeezes it for tenderness. "Oh, very excellent indeed." He then delicately sticks it on tongue and slides it into his mouth.
Chaindog's stomach get queezy and she turns her head away from the sight.
"So wut iss it you need dun." he says with food still in his mouth.
"I need this," as she pulls the Strigid Owl Feather from her hair, "drawn on a sheet of parchment along with the symbol of the Grim. I need three of them done please."
"Three? Hey, I heard about this goblin in Gadgetzan that has a device that makes copies. I could make you one and you could get the copies made there." says the orc.
"I trust goblins like I trust gnomes. Kickable." says Chaindog.
"I tried those ones." he says as he gestures at the bag. "Not even close in flavour."
Chaindog is obviously revolted, "Oh my word, I didn't need to know that!"
The cartographer's face screws up and he pokes himself in the belly rather hard. A roaring belch urupts from him. "Tastes great, but oh the gas." says the orc as his face returns to normal.
Chaindog's hand immediately goes to her nose. Most foul.
"I need three sheets of fine parchment. You can get those from the summoners near Dalaran. You know, the big glowing pink thing? Wait a minute, what I am telling you for? You've been almost everywhere now. Go get them." says the orc cartographer as he gets backto work.
The flight to Tarren Mill was a long journey, but peaceful. After killing some summoners for a while, Chaindog mutters to herself. "Hmm, no parchment, it shouldn't be that rare. I do have a hand full of these odd coins though." She notices a chest nearby. "You don't suppose?" and she opens the chest with the odd coin. Inside she finds a sheet of fine parchment. "A little more clarification would of have been just dandy you know." She says to no one in particular.
After flying back to Stonard and getting the parchment to the Cartographer, Chaindog gets some long needed sleep. The next day she gathers her newly crafted sheets of parchment from the cartographer and flies to Booty Bay.
As soon as the birdie hits the ground, she rolls to the wall behind the flight master just as an arrow misses her. "Bloody snipers." she says with disgust. "It's no wonder we're at war, the dishonourable assholes can't keep their word or the peace." She sees the goblin guard just standing there and yells at it. "You're fucking useless you gnome cousin!!"
Chaindog runs for the bank and jumps off the platform, lands on the roof, and slides off behind some crates. A few more arrows and this time a bullet narrowly miss her. She gazes up at the bullet hole in the wall of the bank. "At least you can hit the barn!" she yells. She reaches over and tacks a parchment to the bulletin board next to the bank. Chaindog hearths out to Orgrimmar.
Her flight takes her to Everlook. A more peaceful place, she has no problem getting this parchment up here. The next flight is extremely long and Chaindog is bordering on saddlesore when she arrives.
Upon arriving at the flight master in Gadgetzan, habit has her chucking a flare over her shoulder upon arrival. She hears a bonk and an "ow" from behind. She spins on reflex and immediately wing clip him. The flare hit right in the head. She snaps out a kick to the side of his knee and it bends inward and sideways. There's a popping sound, some ripping and tearing of ligaments and tendons. The human rogue lets out a soundless scream.
Chaindog grabs him, throws him face down in the sand and then straddles his back and pins his head into the sand with her hands. The human, already out of air from his scream struggles but can't get her off. His lungs betray him and he starts to choke, then breathes in sand. He goes into convulsions and dies a pain, but sandy, death. "Honourless asshole." Chaindog says as she gets up. She sees a gnome mage nearby who just watched the whole thing. Chaindog makes a threatening gesture and the gnome fumbles his port spell but gets it the second time.
She sneaks up to the entrance way of Gadgetzan and takes a peek at the roof of the inn. To her surprise, there's a tauren warrior on the roof and a dead gnome in robes at his feet. "Heh, I'm guessing mage, and that's what happens when the mage has no room to run." she laughs as she walks into town. She walks to inn and looks up at the tauren. He's seething with rage. Chaindog mutters "I guess the warrior got sick of getting shot at." She throws a salute at the tauren who pays her no heed as he glares at the corpse of the gnome daring it to come back to life.
Chaindog tacks the parchment to the wall of the inn and heads inside for a rest. She seats herself in a chair against a wall. She doens't know who or what delivered the letter to Chingaso, but maybe the elf will put two and two together and note that the parchment with the Grim symbol and the drawing of the Strigid Owl Feather match the feather that Chaindog is obvisouly wearing in her hair.
I liked it enough to want to post it here
/ic
After leaving the guild hall, Chaindog begins to hunt.
First, she needs something strictly night elven. Her hand idly reaches up to her hair as she gentle caresses a feather she has tied there. She's been collecting feathers her whole life starting with a gryphon feather near her home in Revantusk. She has heard rumors of the Strigid owls in Darnassus. Their feathers are unique to them.
Chaindog heads for the birdie master in Orgrimmar and gets a flight to Valormor Post in Felwood. The flight is short. She heads down to the falls and takes a look. It's a long way down. "No guts, no glory." she says as takes a few steps back, and then runs at it. Her dive is long and graceful. THe splash is small. The continues as she makes her down to the forest floor of Darkshore.
She summons her mount and heads for Auberdine. She crests a hill near the town and waits patiently as she gazes out to the docks for the arrival of the ship. Upon seeing it on the horizon she steels herself and spurs her mount into action. The ride through AUberdine of sheer chaos. No one really notices her as she clears the rise and heads to the inn. That changes though as she bursts throught the door way, makes a sharp turn up the ramp, and runs down the innkeeper. Papers go flying everywhich way, the poor elf morning the loss of his beloved wife finds himself in the drink as her raptor should checks him off the dock.
By now, most of the guards are in full pursuit, as she makes the last turn down the docks. She sees the ship start to move and angles for the last possible area on the docks. As she reaches it, her mount jumps and lands on the deck leaving the guards behind. She notices a small elf standing there beside her. He's staring at her in shock. She looks down from her 7 foot height to the elf and makes two gestures. The first, is that of pointing off the ship. The second is a finger dragged across her throat. The elf opts for the first choice and jumps off the ship.
The ship is fast and her arrival is unexpected but she knows that won't last for long. She scouts from the dock. She sees no city though. Unsure of what to do she watches an elf pop out of some glowing field under a tree. Since there is nowhere else to go she rides down the dock and runs straight for the glowing thing under the tree. The trip through was instant and unexpected. Without breaking a step she heads for the outskirts of the city. The time for causing mayhem is over and more subtlety is needed.
Making her way around to the north she finds little to none in the way of guards. She then skirts the guards at the entryway and out into Teldrassil. The road is clear mostly to the Dolanaar with the exception of the 3 guards on cats. Finding the owls is easy. Thery're everywhere. She spends a little time hunting them and then choosing the best feather. A Strigid Owl Feather. That will do nicely for what she needs. She ties the feather into her hair to join her collection.
As she's about to hearth to Orgrimmar, but she smells something foul in the air. She stops and looks around. She can't believe her eyes. A demon. Albeit a weak one she stares at it. Then to her horror, a night elf walks up to it. The two start talking. Chaindog can't understand what they're saying but pays attention anyway. Soon the elf heads off and she follows the elf. The starts gathering a few things, something from an owl, a panther, and spider. The elf runs back and the demon rewards the elf! The elves have demon masters? What the?
With that little bit of excitement over, she hearths to Orgrimmar. She smells alcohol immediately upon arrival. A troll near her laughs, points at her and says, "ha ha, feathers!"
Chaindog's hand tightens into a first and she punches him in the face. THe punch lands just to the right of his nose from her perspective. The left knuckle crushes the side of his nose. Blood explodes as a cracking sound is made. The right knuckle slams into the soft tender part of his face known as the eyeball. It makes a sinking feeling in his skull as the eyeball is violently shoved backward. The troll's head snaps backward as blood is upwards into the air and hits a support strut made of lumber. There's another cracking sound as either the skull or the lumber splits. The troll slumps to the floor.
An orc standing nearby says, "Oh no! Me thinks you killed him!"
"So?" comes the reply from Chaindog.
She turns and walks out of the inn and summons her mount. She exits the city and catches a ride to Grom'gol. Then to Stonard. She wanders outside of the walls to the Stonard Cartographer.
"Greetings" she says quietly. She knows him and he doesn't like to be startled.
He looks up from his current peice of work and says, "Ah! Chaindog, one of my favorite explorers. What brings you by lass? I didn't ask for you I don't think. Maybe I did. Or didn't I?"
"Nay my friend, I come of my reasons. I have need of your skill with a quill. I need something drawn. Do you have time for my request?"
"Aye I might." says the cartographer. "You have payment?"
Chaindog reaches into her pack and pulls out a pouch and hand it to him. "Gnome giblets, fresh from the battlefield this morning."
"Ah, most excellent." He reaches in and pulls one out. Holding between a finger and a thumb he gently squeezes it for tenderness. "Oh, very excellent indeed." He then delicately sticks it on tongue and slides it into his mouth.
Chaindog's stomach get queezy and she turns her head away from the sight.
"So wut iss it you need dun." he says with food still in his mouth.
"I need this," as she pulls the Strigid Owl Feather from her hair, "drawn on a sheet of parchment along with the symbol of the Grim. I need three of them done please."
"Three? Hey, I heard about this goblin in Gadgetzan that has a device that makes copies. I could make you one and you could get the copies made there." says the orc.
"I trust goblins like I trust gnomes. Kickable." says Chaindog.
"I tried those ones." he says as he gestures at the bag. "Not even close in flavour."
Chaindog is obviously revolted, "Oh my word, I didn't need to know that!"
The cartographer's face screws up and he pokes himself in the belly rather hard. A roaring belch urupts from him. "Tastes great, but oh the gas." says the orc as his face returns to normal.
Chaindog's hand immediately goes to her nose. Most foul.
"I need three sheets of fine parchment. You can get those from the summoners near Dalaran. You know, the big glowing pink thing? Wait a minute, what I am telling you for? You've been almost everywhere now. Go get them." says the orc cartographer as he gets backto work.
The flight to Tarren Mill was a long journey, but peaceful. After killing some summoners for a while, Chaindog mutters to herself. "Hmm, no parchment, it shouldn't be that rare. I do have a hand full of these odd coins though." She notices a chest nearby. "You don't suppose?" and she opens the chest with the odd coin. Inside she finds a sheet of fine parchment. "A little more clarification would of have been just dandy you know." She says to no one in particular.
After flying back to Stonard and getting the parchment to the Cartographer, Chaindog gets some long needed sleep. The next day she gathers her newly crafted sheets of parchment from the cartographer and flies to Booty Bay.
As soon as the birdie hits the ground, she rolls to the wall behind the flight master just as an arrow misses her. "Bloody snipers." she says with disgust. "It's no wonder we're at war, the dishonourable assholes can't keep their word or the peace." She sees the goblin guard just standing there and yells at it. "You're fucking useless you gnome cousin!!"
Chaindog runs for the bank and jumps off the platform, lands on the roof, and slides off behind some crates. A few more arrows and this time a bullet narrowly miss her. She gazes up at the bullet hole in the wall of the bank. "At least you can hit the barn!" she yells. She reaches over and tacks a parchment to the bulletin board next to the bank. Chaindog hearths out to Orgrimmar.
Her flight takes her to Everlook. A more peaceful place, she has no problem getting this parchment up here. The next flight is extremely long and Chaindog is bordering on saddlesore when she arrives.
Upon arriving at the flight master in Gadgetzan, habit has her chucking a flare over her shoulder upon arrival. She hears a bonk and an "ow" from behind. She spins on reflex and immediately wing clip him. The flare hit right in the head. She snaps out a kick to the side of his knee and it bends inward and sideways. There's a popping sound, some ripping and tearing of ligaments and tendons. The human rogue lets out a soundless scream.
Chaindog grabs him, throws him face down in the sand and then straddles his back and pins his head into the sand with her hands. The human, already out of air from his scream struggles but can't get her off. His lungs betray him and he starts to choke, then breathes in sand. He goes into convulsions and dies a pain, but sandy, death. "Honourless asshole." Chaindog says as she gets up. She sees a gnome mage nearby who just watched the whole thing. Chaindog makes a threatening gesture and the gnome fumbles his port spell but gets it the second time.
She sneaks up to the entrance way of Gadgetzan and takes a peek at the roof of the inn. To her surprise, there's a tauren warrior on the roof and a dead gnome in robes at his feet. "Heh, I'm guessing mage, and that's what happens when the mage has no room to run." she laughs as she walks into town. She walks to inn and looks up at the tauren. He's seething with rage. Chaindog mutters "I guess the warrior got sick of getting shot at." She throws a salute at the tauren who pays her no heed as he glares at the corpse of the gnome daring it to come back to life.
Chaindog tacks the parchment to the wall of the inn and heads inside for a rest. She seats herself in a chair against a wall. She doens't know who or what delivered the letter to Chingaso, but maybe the elf will put two and two together and note that the parchment with the Grim symbol and the drawing of the Strigid Owl Feather match the feather that Chaindog is obvisouly wearing in her hair.