Strange (and Wonderful) Bedfellows (A Warcraft RP)
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				Title: <strong>Strange (and Wonderful) Bedfellows (A Warcraft RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 03:51:35</strong>
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				Bacohl Winford let the wind pass through his hair as the wind blew across the Barrens.&nbsp; <br>(http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/4646/normalarcherht9.jpg)<br>(http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac168/KrogdorRendinate/200986-miles_edgeworth_1_super.jpg?t=1277514425)<br>He looked out across the land from his room in one of Ratchet's inns.&nbsp; The Barrens did indeed live up to its name.&nbsp; Much of the land was indeed undeveloped dirt and rock, but there was also much beauty here.&nbsp; Small groves of hardy trees and rolling hills broke the horizon.&nbsp; The sight of the wind blowing through the fronds of grass was unforgettable to him.&nbsp; They also provided him with many potential places to ambush...or be ambushed.&nbsp; <br><br>Bachol was on a mission.&nbsp; He was a bounty hunter employed by the Alliance's SI:7 on a long term contract.&nbsp; SI:7 would find profitable bounties for him to collect on with a bonus from them.&nbsp; In return, he was to spend time in his quarries' locales gathering intelligence and attacking key targets of opportunity.&nbsp; It was extremely dangerous work, but the pay was worth it.&nbsp; He was used to living on the edge.&nbsp; <br><br>He left his room and went down to the tavern itself.&nbsp; It was crowded and noisy tonight and the SI:7 operative was nowhere to be seen.&nbsp; That was the usual thing.&nbsp; Even in a neutral city like Ratchet, SI:7 did everything it could to keep its presence undetected.&nbsp; Not a few yards away was Horde territory, so that was understandable.&nbsp; He ordered his meal and ale and was quickly served.&nbsp; Goblins tended to want to get business done quickly unless they could haggle.&nbsp; <br><br>A small, cloaked figure appeared.&nbsp; Judging by his stature, it was probably a gnome.&nbsp; This was not so unusual.&nbsp; Lowlifes of all races tended to flee to goblin towns.&nbsp; The small gnome got into a chair behind Bachol and ordered an ale.&nbsp; He leaned back and said, "Nice night." <br><br>"I've seen way better," Bacohl answered.&nbsp; <br><br>He let the silence hang for a bit as he chewed.&nbsp; "So did you confirm the mark?"<br>"Yeah, he's here," answered the gnome, "Confirmed sighting inside the Horde's Crossroad Outpost." <br><br>"That's less than a day's journey from here," Bacohl answered.&nbsp; <br>"Right," the gnome answered, "You know the target, right?"<br>"Yeah, yeah," Bachol answered with some not so veiled annoyance.&nbsp; <br>"Tell me again," the gnome insisted.&nbsp; <br>Bacohl sighed and said, "Richard Mayfair.&nbsp; Senior member of the Royal Apothecary Society's council, pre and post death.&nbsp; Has come out to Horde stronghold to research the indigenous flora and fauna for powerful alchemical components for use in poisons, plagues, and other horrors."<br><br>Bachol was almost started to regret getting that lead almost a month ago.&nbsp; Back in Southshore, he was offered a bounty to find Richard by an Elena Mayfair who was (or thought she was) his widow until receiving a letter from him instructing her to move on.&nbsp; He was offered a good sum to go north into Forsaken territory to confirm whether he was alive or undead.&nbsp; She was hoping for a miracle, but Bachol knew better.&nbsp; Either way, the money was good. <br><br>&nbsp;He had spent a week in Silverpine Forest looking for his quarry to confirm his status.&nbsp; He had spent the time dodging the many horrifying creatures that had made the Forest their home.&nbsp; Mutated spiders, worgen, worgs, and very many undead were all dangerous obstacles to be fought.&nbsp; Indeed, the master mage and alchemist was active, though not surprisingly, had risen as a Forsaken.&nbsp; He had been given a small crystal that would take the undead's image.&nbsp; Unfortunately,&nbsp; the widow had not told him of the flash and pop it made when activated.&nbsp; Richard was taken by surprise and attacked with his magic.&nbsp; Bacohl had to spend another 3 days carefully moving to dodge the Forsaken's elite Shadowstalkers, their answer to SI: 7.&nbsp; <br><br>Then, it got worse.&nbsp; He was intercepted at Mrs. Mayfair's door by a black clad gnome who had an offer he couldn't refuse.&nbsp; Bacohl had brushed too close with death to want to hunt Mayfair again, but the bounty offered was too good to pass.&nbsp; Also, he was one of the few humans to identify the target.&nbsp; He was allowed to collect Mrs. Mayfair's reward, but was given an elaborate fake crystal that pictured a dead man who looked as Mayfair had in life.&nbsp; However, only Bacohl and the gnome knew the truth.&nbsp; <br><br>"So what's the target up to?" Bacohl asked in the present.<br>"...still gathering reagents for poisons and plagues it seems.&nbsp; He's been paying a few Orcs to watch his back, but each day there are less of them.&nbsp; He's getting overconfident.&nbsp; He think he's safe."<br>"We'll see about that...is my fee ready?"<br>"It will be.&nbsp; Remember.&nbsp; Take his Royal Apothecary Sigil and any Research he has on him.&nbsp; That's the deal."<br>"I got it."<br>"Just remember, Bachol.&nbsp; Our offer is still good."<br>"I'll think it over, but I tend to do things my way."<br>"Okay, see ya later," the gnome finished his ale and waddled away.&nbsp; <br><br>The next day arrived.<br><br>"Let's do this," he muttered to himself and set out northwest.&nbsp; He had gotten the note under his door early that morning.&nbsp; The target was supposed to be inspecting to The Forgotten Pools northwest of the Crossroads.&nbsp; The Kolkar Centaur had been driven back by local Horde forces for now, so he would have one less thing to worry about.&nbsp; This was going to be some hunt.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strange (and Wonderful) Bedfellows (A Warcraft RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 04:56:54</strong>
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				Bacohl had begun his journey the next evening, when it began to near dusk.&nbsp; He departed towards the northwest cutting through the savannah area.&nbsp; He was careful to avoid the prides of lions lurking in the area.&nbsp; A rare black lion called Humar the Pridelord was well known for hunting and killing the unwary in this area, but it was a risk he had to take.&nbsp; He was wearing a tan and light green ghillie suit to blend in with the surroundings as best he could.&nbsp; <br><br>The day finally faded into night.&nbsp; Fortunately, he had planned correctly.&nbsp; The sky was clear and the moon was full, allowing him to see far into the night.&nbsp; Most of the animals were asleep now, so he could move at a slightly quicker pace.&nbsp; <br><br>Before dawn, he arrived at his destination...the Lushwater Oasis.&nbsp; According to the mages, there was something off about the place.&nbsp; He really didn't know much about it, but the Horde's fel magic users tended to come here for research according to SI:7.&nbsp; In any case, he needed sometime to rest.&nbsp; The Horde had cleared the area of the local centaurs, so the oasis was relatively safe for some quick sleep.&nbsp; he had adapted that he could snatch a decent night's rest with only an hour or so of uninterrupted sleep.&nbsp; He surveyed the area and found an elevated rocky knoll, covered with grass, moss and trees.&nbsp; The layout was perfect for not being seen.&nbsp; He made his way up, settled in as not to be seen and dozed.&nbsp; <br><br>He had slept for approximately a few hours when he woke with a start.&nbsp; He rubbed his eyes a bit and looked about.&nbsp; He did not woke him at first, and then realized it was the sound of footsteps in moist ground.&nbsp; He turned to see his quarry.&nbsp; An emaciated black human shape with stringy blue hair was looking about and collecting mushrooms and moss fromt he ground.&nbsp; Mayfair had arrived as the intel had said.&nbsp; He looked about and saw no guards.&nbsp; "Was it going to be this easy?" he thought.<br><br>Bacohl continued to watch Mayfair.&nbsp; He had taken time to survey and now realized that he was now alone.&nbsp; No guards with him.&nbsp; He had gotten overconfident.&nbsp; SI:7 had not been very specific about whether to kill him or not.&nbsp; "This is personal..."he thought and began to sneak behind him.&nbsp; Mayfair was a mage of no small power.&nbsp; One wrong move could get him burned or frozen to death at the hands of his magic.&nbsp; Still, if he caught him by surprise, he could win.&nbsp; <br><br>Bacohl silently snuck close, unsheathing a pair of wicked daggers.&nbsp; Mayfair was delighting in his reagent gathering, like a child in a sweet store.&nbsp; He would be taken completely by surprise.&nbsp; He continued to skulk up...closer...closer...and then he STRUCK.&nbsp; The Forsaken were harder to kill with deathblows due to their undead nature, but they still had some vital organs.&nbsp; Bacohl buried one dagger in his back aiming towards his heart.&nbsp; Before he could place the other Mayfair spun about.&nbsp; He was badly hurt but not dead.&nbsp; He blinked away.&nbsp; "Nice to see you, worm," he taunted," I thought I sensed a familiar stink.&nbsp; I was looking for a good lab rat anyway..." At that a shard of ice came from the trees, Bacohl dodging it at the last second.&nbsp; Bacohl knew where he was.&nbsp; He dashed to his right back into tree cover.&nbsp; "Lab rat, huh? See if you can catch me this time!" He continued circling and doubling back.&nbsp; He could hear Mayfair stumbling about.&nbsp; He was agitated and therefore careless.&nbsp; "Human scum! I'll make you wish for death!" he yelled.&nbsp; Bingo.&nbsp; Bacohl hid behind a tree and drew his bow and arrow.&nbsp; In one smooth motion he fired, landing a mark in the middle of his spine.&nbsp; Mayfair yelled in pain, but before he could react, Bacohl had moved again.&nbsp; A blast of ice found no mark.&nbsp; He continued moving, pulling out his other dagger.&nbsp; Mayfair was scared, turning this way and that but not seeing him anywhere.&nbsp; He expended his magic power, shooting ice everywhere in fear.&nbsp; Bacohl shielded himself behind a tree, waiting for him to expend his power.&nbsp; "Argh! Come out, you coward!" he screamed.&nbsp; He was growing weaker and more frightened.&nbsp; Time for the kill.&nbsp; Bacohl unsheathed his other dagger again and picked up a rock.&nbsp; He tossed it to his right while dashing to the left.&nbsp; The rock impacted and Mayfair turned, using what little remained of his power on a distraction.&nbsp; Bacohl was on him before he could realize his mistake.&nbsp; He rammed his blade into his neck and grabbed him by the hair, snapping his spine over the blade with a sickening crack.&nbsp; <br><br>"See you in hell, you bastard," Bacohl said to his dead (again) opponent, "Now to collect my prize." He took the Royal Apothecary Sigil off his neck and pocketed it quick.&nbsp; He gathered up his weapons and returned them to their sheathes.&nbsp; Finally, he rummaged through his pack and found a worn, leatherbound tome.&nbsp; "That's mine!" a voice screamed behind him as a long piece of crystal embedded in his shoulder.&nbsp; Bacohl screamed in pain.&nbsp; He turned to see that beyond all the odds, Mayfair still lived.&nbsp; Had he played possum or had he simply been too stubborn to die? "Damn it, urgh, stay dead already!" Bacohl yelled.&nbsp; In a scream of rage, Bacohl unsheathed his two daggers and leapt upon him.&nbsp; Mayfair countered with a spray of slashing ice crystals, which lacerated his flesh all over his arms and legs.&nbsp; Blood was leaking through his suit now from many wounds.&nbsp; Through raw adrenaline, Bacohl leaped on him and buried one dagger in the back of his throat, while jamming the other repeatedly into his chest cavity.&nbsp; "Die, you bastard!" he screamed.&nbsp; He stabbed for five minutes until Mayfair was still.&nbsp; Bacohl sheathed his weapons.&nbsp; "Ugh..." the pain was now beginning to set in.&nbsp; The sharp ice had lacerated him everywhere.&nbsp; "Maybe...this is it..." he staggered for a bit and then passed out.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strange (and Wonderful) Bedfellows (A Warcraft RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 22:35:12</strong>
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				Alyssa Earthrunner.<br><br>(http://www.furryhentaicollection.com/images/hentai--azazel1944--breasts--elf--gloves--panties--pointy-ears--sword--warcraft--world-of-warcraft.jpg)<br><br>Alyssa and Rena, didnt sound too bad, did it? Someone had once made this weird joke with taking Alyssa's first letter 'A' and put it in front of 'Rena', and whenever they were spotted together, he would call them 'Arena'.. And then start spitting out his puny lines, trying to charm one of them. Back home, their fellow elves still just considered them best of friends, because Alyssa and Rena had known eachother since they were tiny, and now, they were allies, a scouting and lightweight mission team, carrying out different services for the Alliance. Their specialty was probably stealth and travelling, and right now they were actaully headed for Astranaar. They had set out from Feralas quite some time ago now, and they were officialy a bit more than half way now, though the crossing of the Barrens was probably the most dangerous part of the entire mission.<br><br>Alyssa was softly holding Rena's hand, fingers entwined, as they walked through the late desert sun. When they were not at home, out here in the open, were noone, ironically, would probably ever spot them, they were a bit more than friends. Alyssa and Rena had been deeply in love for a long time now, they knew eachother very well, not to mention every inch of their bodies. Back home these sort of relationships werent the most common thing just yet, and people had this thing about fearing what they did not understand, and when people feared something, they tended tos hun people. Therefore Alyssa and Rena usually very willignly went out on these long trips, they were lightweight, quick, experienced, and probably the most important reason, they would have some privacy, and not need to hide behind the facade of just being friends.<br><br>They had reached the outskirts of one of the sparse oases, one of the very few sources of water here in the Barrens, and the sun was already going down. It was also very practical that they had eachother, because these desert nights could be both quite dangerous, and quite cold.<br><br><strong>" Rena, i think we should settle here for the night, all the tracks seem old, it has been deserted for atlea-.. Wait a moment.. "</strong> Alyssa's happy smile faded for a moment as she stopped and knelt down, examining the moist, lush and rich ground, there were a few fresh footsteps, but they were neither from pigmen, orcs or centaurs.. She got up and sped off, in between the palms, looking for something, and soon she found it.<br><br><strong>" Rena! Over here! Hurry! "</strong> She called out. She was kneeling down next to a man, a human, but he was very, very badly hurt, and he had been like this for a while, obviously, barely clinging on to life. She pulled off his shirt and armor, baring his chest, running her finger smoothly from wound to wound, biting her lip, had he been attacked by a huge porcupine?! She took off her backpack, placing it on the ground and going through the items in it. <strong>" I need some wet cloth, the oasis should be near, please hurry, i dont know how long he can hold on! "</strong> She said, worried. Alyssa had this thing with people in great danger, whether it was allies or enemies, she just couldnt look at someone suffering like this. She started wiping off all the blod she could with, well, a pair of cotton panties, but it was the only thing she could find, and he needed some intense treatment, right away.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strange (and Wonderful) Bedfellows (A Warcraft RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JadeCore</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 03:41:35</strong>
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				Rena nodded and rushed to gather everything Alyssa asked for. She was use to this by now. Alyssa was always adopting strays. A kitten here. A bird there. No wounded animal was safe from Alyssa's caring hand. It certainly made visiting her interesting as one never knew what would jump at you when you opened the door.<br><br>"Here you are, Alyssa!"<br><br>Once Alyssa had everything she needed, Rena looked in earnest to see what sort of creature in need she'd found this time. A human, it seemed, and a well-traveled one from the looks of it. What he was doing out in the Barrens was anyones guess. That he was out here at all though meant they would do well to be cautious about him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strange (and Wonderful) Bedfellows (A Warcraft RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 08:25:38</strong>
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				Bacohl groaned unconsciously, unaware of the two Night Elves who had found him.&nbsp; "Urgh..." he was having fever dreams due to blood loss and whatever foul substances the Forsaken may have been handling.&nbsp; He could still be saved but he needed something to treat both infection and to staunch his deepest wound first.
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