It was a good thing the visor was hiding his eyes, else Tygrane would've seen him roll his eyes as she tried to make it look Fillet would be none the wiser about elves and their history.<br/>For the treasures in Kalimdor, many of ancient scrolls and stories carved into walls have told tales that's thousand of years old. Fillet was full aware of the offspring called Naga after Azshara's betrayal. But he did not feel like telling a goodnight story to his new acquaintances just to calm down the tension.<br/><br/>And so, his companions unfold them one after another. A good mix of everything, with only two being of the same race as well as a strong set professions. Out of a first impression expression, it looked like Erma would be most suitable as second in command. Etheda, will hopefully keep the group in a good mood and support the hurt. Tygrande seemed like another strict elven archer with old grudges Charscale acted like a polite mercenary, but due to his race he seemed not entirely trustworthy, bad history of the nagas. Mora was a druid, one who had sneaked in. He did not trust her and her subtle introductions but let's not judge the cat for it's fur, hopefully she can heal like most druids. And then we have the rogue, there is<i>always</i>a rogue wherever Fillet decides to walk. For all Fillet know, Jake could be a spy sent by a goblin to shiv a dagger through his lungs when he's asleep.<br/>He would need to keep an eye between Tygrande and Charscale, losing team members so soon would be a waste for the far more dangerous things out there.<br/><br/>Well, at least the troll and the rogue seemed to get along. But Fillet was not caring much for that, the hour was late and he believes it was time to explain one and two things for his crew. He hawked to make some sound, breaking the conversation between the two newfound friends.<br/><span style="color: green">"I hate to interrupt your little chatter over there but I believe it is time to explain more deeper of what we're all into here. Now when we all have introduced ourselves, let me introduce you to what we are after...<br/>
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The Lost treasure of Gron Hammerstorm... Never heard of him before? Me neither."</span><br/><br/>From inside his plate, Fillet pulls out a large map, one could wonder how it even fit inside his tight looking plate to begin with. Rolling it out, it exposes itself to be a flimsy map over Azeroth. The color was light brown of a once white map, the edges being torn from a lot of abuse and beating of time. Fillet placed his stumpy little finger and marked a place on almost the middle, a small part zone called "Feralas".<br/><br/><span style="color: green">" Gron Hammerstorm was a once proud orc shaman, with powers of the elements comparable by few. However, the orc got corrupted by daemonic presence looming from Outlands. It is  said that during his last moments of sanity he was captured by fel orcs and put into The Black Temple, tortured and his mind corrupted. Before they sent him out onto Azeroth like a rabid dog. He gained both power and wealth and aligned himself with the Twilight's Hammers, but with time his corrupt body started to rapture and rot from the inside. Gron was extremely narcissistic and during his last moments in life. He sealed all his treasures, along with himself inside a cave he erupted himself from the very ground, sealing it off with impenetrable barrier rejecting all force and magic.<br/>
 But before he went inside, he shattered his amulet into three pieces and spread them across Azeroth. Two parts lies in Azeroth, and one in thet Outlands.... Or so they say.<br/>
The shards themselves are so twisted and corrupted, anyone holding them for too long would their whispers and become mad. Granted boons from just a sliver of it the amulets' original powers, but powerful none the less. A contact have given me information where we can find one of the shards. And that shard will lead us to the other ones.    "</span><br/><br/>He moves his finger across the map and circled it around Stranglethorn Vale.<br/><span style="color: green">" In the depths of Stranglethorn, there's a shadowhunter named Yer'Nom who posses a piece of the amulet. His tribe is a bunch of cannibalistic jungle trolls they lie deep, deep in the jungle and I expect this to take everywhere between three days to two weeks depending how lucky we are finding the tribe.<br/>
The plan is simple, we get there, we kill Yer'Nom and all his little voodoo friends since they rather eat us than greet us. We grab the shard and make our merry way to next location. We grab all the shards, fuse them together into the amulet. Find his tomb in Feralas, break the seal. Share the loot and  then we all go our own paths from there.<br/>
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And as for the shards.... I would not like anyone here hearing whispers of demons into their ear so I got a bag in my room here that will keep the shards neutralize of outside presence. It's been enchanted by a most trusty mage of mine back in Dalaran.<br/>
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There will be mysteries untold ahead of us, monsters beyond our imaginations, powers we would never have witnessed in a lifetime. I am not gonna lie, this is not gonna be easy, this will not be a picnic and the risk of death is an all time high.<br/>
So, any questions?"</span><br/><br/>Fillet looked up from the map, staring at his crew from left to right. As the candles flickers from the chandelier above, casting shadows in constant motions in the room. He knew this was gonna be another rough ride around the globe, and it was always good to see the reaction of his crew members hearing what they were into.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>