Azeroth Protection Service [Game Thread]
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				Title: <strong>Azeroth Protection Service [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>09-10-2017, 10:32:22</strong>
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				<strong>Cera Proudmoore</strong><br><br>Duskwood was a dark place, even at a bright sunny day. In the evening, it was hard to see anything at all, the moonlight mostly blocked by the canopy of the trees. It wasn't a place for the faint hearted, even though the walking dead and the ogres usually stayed at their graveyards and caves. The wolfmen in the west though, they sometimes roamed the roads at night, desperate for prey and food. Cera didn't fear them though. They were feral, ravenous monsters and the Proudmoore decendant was more than capable of dealing with them. She had made a small camp off the road and was preparing the small crab she found when she crossed the bridge from Westfall. Cera travelled light, just her armour, her weapons and a water pouch and a bunch of tools that could come in handy. Most of her stuff was safely stored away in a lockbox in her small house in one of Stormwind's narrow alley's. This morning when she left Stormwind, she had brushed her mistsaber and had set off for the two day journey to the mansion of the mysterious nobleman who put up the quest on the board in Dalaran. Cera had a good relation with the Kaldorei and had opted for the Mistsaber because it was a million times quieter than a horse. The big cats were as stealthy as she was, even on paved roads where a horse would herald her arrival long before she even got there. <br><br>Her initial plan was to travel directly from Dalaran but those damned mage portals always made her nauseous. Besides, this little camping was relaxing. She prepared some thistle tea in the water pouch, roasted the crab and tucked in, lying against her furry mount for warmth and comfort. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/1f60/f/2016/015/2/4/rouge_world_of_warcraft_by_sayta0-d9o33at.jpg)</div>The next morning she was up at the crack of dawn, packed what little she had and mounted the big cat before heading down the path again. Before noon, the dark and thick forest of the Duskwood slowly made way for the lush and humid jungle of the Stranglethorn Vale. All the way from Stormwind down to here, she had nothing to fear. Nobody knew who she was except for a bunch of friends. Down here though, the Goblins would certainly remember her. Those filthy little greenskin never forget. That damned Greybeard should have bombed Booty Bay off the face of the map that day when she made her harrow escape, instead he bombed just enough to give her enough time to escape with the Prince's precious diamond. Twelve dead guards and a very angry Goblin prince. What a glorious day that was. As if that wasn't bad enough though, those nasty critters then pledged allegiance to the Horde, meaning she was now a wanted criminal and any Horde guard would arrest her and bring her to justice. As far as the Horde knew justice of course. They'd probably kill her on sight. Or at least try to. <br><br>As she got deeper into the rainforest jungle, the signs of it's early inhabitants became more and more obvious. The Gurubashi were long gone but the marvels of their civilisation where still everywhere in this jungle. Cera had not been in the north often and had only seen most of Stranglethorn from patrolling the coastline on Greybeard's ship, in search of Goblin plunder. <br><br>She stopped and checked her map, trying to locate Zul'Kunda. To the east, she could hear the Goblin's oil drills and as much as it infuriated her, she oppressed the urge to go there and kill every single Goblin there was. They probably had armed guards anyway and there was no need to get injured or killed over it. She steered her mistsaber off the path and headed into the jungle towards the coast, keeping the mountains to her right. Apart from some skittish wildlife and raptors, the jungle was quiet and hot and because of the undergrowth, progress was slow. <br><br>Eventually the foliage gave way and Cera was at the beach and the coast. She inhaled the salty air and exhaled loudly. Looking north, she could see the mansion in the distance. As she got closer she noticed that the house was build on the site of a Troll ruin and that it was built in the style of the Trolls as well. Outside, a bunch of kids were playing in the sand but only as she got closer could Cera see them better. Trolls? This was a troll family? <br>On full alert she got closer and saw two females sitting outside, one of them calling inside as the white haired rogue approached. Then she heard a rustle behind her. Immediately she unsheated one of the rapiers and pointed it at the bushes. A terrified troll boy appeared and ran away towards the house.<br><br>"Miss Proudmoore? Dis be a nice surprise."<br><br>Cera gritted her teeth and looked back at the house. An aging troll stood outside, leaning on a walking stick. The application form for the quest had been anonymous, meaning this Troll recognised who she was. <br><br>"Don't you worry mon. We won't be killing you today. We have more important issues. Please, come inside while we wait for the others."<br><br>Cera dismounted and followed the Troll into the house. He led her outside to a balcony that had a view over the sea and in the north east, Cera could just about make out the dock doors of the VanCleef mine. <br><br>"Dere be food and drinks on the table. Please help yourself."<br><br>Then the old Troll walked away again, probably to wait for the other adventurers. Just before he left the room though, he stopped, looked at Cera and got a very wicked, almost evil smile on his old face. <br><br>"Don't be stealing from me Proudmoore, or I deliver you to Revilgaz myself."<br><br>Cera cringed again. If she wanted to steal something, this old fool would never notice but she had already inspected the house as she got through it, there was nothing of any value that she could easily fence and thus the risk was way greater than the rewards. She sat down on one of the wicker chairs, taking off her gloves and loosening her armour a little while she waited for her fellow adventurers to go and collect this lost heirloom from a bunch of Ogres. How hard could that be?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Azeroth Protection Service [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>10-10-2017, 08:23:54</strong>
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				<strong>Belorea</strong> <strong>Sunstrider</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/d389/th/pre/i/2015/338/e/0/belorea_by_olgareseda-d9izz43.jpg)</div>The face of a young troll girl lit up like it was Winterveil the moment she saw a certain golden haired blood elf approaching the dwelling, a bright orangy red fox trotting gracefully beside her, it's expression seeming to be almost cheerful... if one could read the expressions upon animals faces<br><br>“What a cute fox! Is he nice? Can I pet him” the girl squealed as she ran up to the beautiful long eared huntress, not a shred of fear on her young face.<br><br>The blood elf, Belorea, wore a surprised and somewhat startled expression at first at the fearlessness of the child in such a dangerous world... but it faded and morphed into a sweet gentle smile as she knelt down to the girl's level and nodded “Yes, dear one, you may pet him. My name is Belorea Sundrop and this fella is Sunburst... and I am certain he will be very happy to play with you children while I do business inside with your family. Can you I count on you to take care of him?”<br><br>“Yes! Yes! Yes! He's so cute, thank you!” The girl squealed happily, turning a bright joyful face towards the fox, whose tongue was now lolling happily out the side of his mouth, he clearly understood he was getting a wee bit of time away from serious matters and have some fun playing with giggling children. Sunburst adored children, he really was such a big sweetheart, ... well, when he wasn't tearing limbs off demons anyway...<br><br>Sunburst gave a jovial bark and licked the girl's cheek before the two of them were bounding away from Belorea to go and play out in the yard, a sweet tender smile remained on the blood elf huntress's face as she turned and made her way towards the house.<br>She knocked politely on the doorframe before entering “Hello? I'm answering the ad that was posted, the one about the heirloom, I believe it was...”<br><br>The old troll waiting near the door smiled and nodded "You are in de right place, huntress... where be yer pet now?"<br><br>"He wanted to play with the children, he's been so good lately on the job, so I thought he deserve a little break for some play" Belorea replied with a sweet smile "Don't worry, he'll be gentle with them. Sunburst adores children, always has"<br><br>"Dat be very nice" The old troll replied with a smile, motioning for her to follow him "Now, what be yer name, lovely one? I ain't never seen yeh round these parts before"<br><br>"My name is Belorea Sundrop... I didn't travel much until now..." She replied, a mildly nervous smile playing across her lips... it was getting tiresome to try and constantly make excuses for why no one recognized her "Dalaran just seemed... better, safer... up until Jaina Proudmoore... well, you know... I used to really respect her, but now, I just don't know what to think..."<br><br>The old troll nodded in understanding "I hear ya, pretty Belorea... now come along, I show ya where ya can sit and wait for deh others"<br><br>"Thank you most kindly" Belorea replied, nodding her head in a sign of respect "You have a lovely home, sir"<br><br>"You speak most proper... even for a Sin'Dorei elf..." The troll murmured, looking back somewhat suspiciously at Belorea as he guided her through the home towards a balcony "Noble upbringing, perhaps?"<br><br>"I... I don't talk about the past much..." Belorea replied "Mine was painful, I'd rather put it behind me"<br><br>"I understand..." The troll replied with genuine understanding before he gestured for Belorea to step out onto the balcony "Take a seat, miss. Relax and enjoy some food and drink, I will let your fox in when he finishes with his playing"<br><br>"Thank you" Belorea replied with a warm smile, turning then towards the balcony as the troll walked away...<br><br>Belorea stopped in her tracks when she saw the pale haired human sitting down at the table, luminous green eyes stared at her not with hatred, just simple uncertainty... more along the lines of hoping she wasn't going to be met with prejudice when she'd always gone to such lengths to avoid the race war going on between the Horde and the Alliance.<br>Taking a deep breath, the blood elf moved closer and gracefully took a seat across from the human woman, she offered him a friendly cordial smile “Bal'a dash, malanore... I assume you are here for the job as well? I look forward to working with you... miss... what is your name? Mine is Belorea, Belorea Sundrop”
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				Post by: <strong>Doomglazer</strong> on <strong>11-10-2017, 00:15:13</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aranon Teldhrinil</strong></span><br><br><br>The sun was shining and the birds where chillping all looked good until Doomy licked Aranons face . He slowly woke up with a massive headache and not quit sure what happened to him last night. He remembered going to a bar in Dalaran and signing up for the APS and then started to drink but then it gets blurry. “Yeah yeah Doomy I'm awake”. He slowly opened his eyes trying to orientate where he was. “Ohh how did i get here” and he looked around again slowly standing up. “I remember this place its my home away from home”. Doomy brought his master to one of the Inn's in Stormwind. “Ahh your such a good pet bringing your master home and taking care of him”He patted Doomy on the head he stretched and then walked out of the door.<br>5 seconds later there was screaming heard in the Inn. The matron stood in front of Aranon didn't you forget something”pointing at his legs. Aranon looked down and he forgot to put his pants on. “Ow oops that's why its so chilly down there”he ran back to his room to put on his pants and to gather all his gear.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/11/96/3c/11963c19c084546ae9dacae5f28c385c--night-elf-world-of-warcraft.jpg)</div>He looked at Doomy again “you knew i wasn't wearing any pants now did you” Doomy looked at him and smiled if that's even possible for a nightsaber. “Damm you rascal thank the Titans I'm a regular customer here or otherwise i would be kicked out without my pants”.<br>Aranon did a last check and went downstairs giving the matron a gold coin and an extra gold coin for the trouble he might have caused. “Cya next time and while he walked out of the door he waved”. “Yeah and next time try to keep your pants on”he heared in the background while he closed the door.<br>“Ahh the sun feels good on my face” and he walked to the fountain in front of the Inn. He put his hands in and splashed his face with some water, at the same time he splashed some water to Doomy&nbsp; but the saber allready had his head&nbsp; in the water drinking from it. “Your no fun at all you know”. Doomy didn't care he was thirsty and his tail was going from side to side he enjoyed the fresh water.<br><br>When that little ritual was done Aranon looked around maybe we should get some stuff from the Auction House” he wnt to the AH and bought some food and pots and bandages for the travel, he also bought Doomys favorite dish Barracuda Mrglgagh it wasn't cheap but his pet deserved it.<br>When the shopping was done he went to the stables to pick up his Nightsaber. Which was prepped for the journey. “Did he rest well” Aranon asked the stable boy. “Yes sir he did i even cleaned him all up for you”. He knew the stable boy for a while now and he always got the special treatment for his Saber. Since the stable boys always had to work hard for little silver he let them ride his nightsaber once n a while. The big beast didn't mind and the stable boys enjoyed it. “Here you go for your troubles” he tossed over a gold piece”and say hi to your mother from me”.<br><br>He jumped on the back of his Saber “on we go” and at the entrance of Stormwind he stopped. “Mmm where did we have to go again”and he looked a little bit confused to Doomy. Doomy jumped up and with one paw poked his pocket. Aranon felt in his pocket and there it was a note saying “incase you forget with your drunk head go to STV a little house some people need you to get something back”. “Ah yes that whas it now i remember” he looked at Doomy and they went on there way to STV. They took the scenic tour but stayed on the road he wasn't in for a fight just yet. After some riding they came at some old Troll ruins. “Ah this should be the place” he told his Saber to slow down, and before he knew it he was at an open spot where a Troll child was playing with a fox. “Hey hello” Aranon yelled from a distance so he wouldn't scare the little Troll and his fox.<br><br>Aranon on his Nightsaber came closer and Doomy next time. “Good day I'm Aranon and this is my pet Doomy i think your folks are waiting for me inside the house. “Ya man they are,go to da house and you will be welcomed by ma Dad” Aranon stepped of his Nightsaber and walked towards the house. When he came closer another bigger Troll came outside “Ahh you be the third adventurer who came nice to meet ya” Aranon greeted him and walked into the house. “ Is it ok if i take my pet&nbsp; in”and he looked at the Troll. “Ya man no problem as long as he doesn't brake stuff”. “He wont you can trust me on that” he patted Doomy on the head and walked further in.<br>There was allready a Blood Elf and a Human there. “Well hello there ladies my name is Aranon and this is my pet Doomy its a pleasure to meet you” and he made bow before the ladies and then putting himself on a chair with Doomy next to him.
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				Post by: <strong>Endwell</strong> on <strong>11-10-2017, 06:58:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/dSL0vb/Draenei_Mage_Final.jpg)</div><strong>Erelaa Khasri</strong><br><hr>Erelaa was an odd one for a Draenei, a fact that didn't bother her for even a moment nor often cross her mind, and as opposed to traditional mounts which required caring for in more detail she instead rode atop a loud and clattering Mechanostrider. Despite it's rather boisterous, boarding on obnoxious, entrance into most situations she found it a rather practical mount. It needn't be fed, it needn't rest, storage was quite simple, and above all she knew a few gnomes whom would take care to ensure it's regular maintenance was handled with the same care in which she offered her studies and books.<br><br>Always in pursuit of adventure and knowledge it wasn't remotely unusual for her to find herself swept along by the whims of the various cities of azeroth's questing boards. Those with the potential for any form of ancient knowledge whether magical or cultural she put forth whatever effort she could to follow through. There was a hint of the desire to put herself out there for the greater good in general but truthfully her primary concerns were for her own betterment. Not to say that in the least bit she was heartless her views had simply become quite skewed over the years of war since having arrived upon this planet. This was the reason she now found herself weaving her way through the hot and humid jungles of stranglethorn vale. The trek here was of little difficulty, nothing she'd encountered on her way was all that concerning as wolves and sizable spiders tended not to find much interest in a mechanostrider, and she would soon find herself arriving nearby her destination. From the treeline she watched as a fox scampered about with a troll child, a delightful sight, though she wasn't one to quickly judge any book by it's cover no matter how indulgent it may seem.<br><br>Her mount idled beside her, clattering some but recently tuned so quieter than most, as suddenly her form vanished from sight. She cast invisibility and trotted her way to the house, having only so much time to reach her destination before the spell would wear off, and bound up the steps to the door. At the doorway she found an aged troll leaning upon the door frame with a walking stick in hand. She wondered now if the children were his grandchildren. Finding it likely the vaguely unimportant thought was pushed from her mind. She did what she could to slip past him, stepping further into the house, wherein she found a sitting room as her spell wore off. It would be rather sudden, as though she appeared from nowhere, when she came into sight of a pair of elves and a human. Two of which she recognized as those of the alliance, a male night elf and a female human, but the Blood Elf was a bit of a surprise of sorts. That surprise though only lie in her own ability to gaze upon her people's hated enemy with not the slightest bit of contempt.<br><br>Offering a light bow to the three assembled, which included a rather large nightsaber, before her she opened her mouth to speak but first heard what was clearly a weary troll voice and the sound of a walking stick thudding against the floor beneath their feet.<br><br>"Dat was a bit rude, don't ya think?" The elder troll's voice proclaimed.<br><br>She spun about on a hoof and took a much more pronounced bow, her hair nearly falling past her horns, with the expression of a child caught in the act etched into her features. "Sincerest apologies and archenon poros. One can never be too careful. I assure you I'm not here to cause trouble.. rather to solve your troubles instead." Even with her peaceful words a slight chill could be felt if one was near enough to her. While she wished to be helpful it wasn't nearly a wise choice in her mind to be unprepared. Frost mages, like herself, were notoriously slippery.<br><br>Elderly as he was the narrowing of his eyes was still obvious enough, a faint nod in understanding of caution was given, though his words were a bit more pointed. "Aye mon. But don't be castin' no more spells n' tinkin I'll just be lettin' ya slide again. We got little ones n' manners here. Now who be ya?"<br><br>"My name is Erelaa and as you've guessed I am, indeed, a mage. I've come to assist in settling this heirloom issue you've requested aid with." Her short tail swished behind her, she rather enjoyed trolls despite all the ill will harbored for them within the alliance, as she considered the interesting magics this particular troll might have knowledge in. "A pleasure to meet the lot of you. This should be.. interesting hmm?"<br><br>All she got in reply was a nod and a deep sigh as the troll stepped away and she turned to the group. The only other words he offered were perhaps lamenting. "Mages.. don't burn nothin' down." Before he whisked away back to the doorway to await potential further arrivals.<br><br>"Well now.." She cleared her throat a bit, hating the humidity of the jungle, before she shrugged softly. "Ogres is it?"
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				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>12-10-2017, 17:19:35</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Quelsin Dusksong</span></strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s1.postimg.org/1z92rl00bj/8e278fd01ad881380bca0bac218daf85--blood-elf-hunter-fans.jpg)</div><br>There was a number of things that he could have been doing. Demons still prowled the darker corners of Azeroth in search of some sort of darker purpose. Rumors had begun to reach his fellow Illidari of a Void cult trying to form somewhere though he hadn't yet devoted the time to rooting it out. Still he had offered his services to the service and so he found his way to Duskwood. It was always difficult being this close to Stormwind but his Felbat was ignored. There was a measure of respect given to the Illidari who had come to help in the Legion crisis. They had, after all, never truly chosen a side with members of the Illidari working with the Horde and the Alliance for a common goal. It still made him uneasy however knowing the current discord between the two major factions on Azeroth.<br><br>Pushing that to the side his bat landed in Duskwood and ran the rest of the way. It had been some time since he had used his Felsaber but there wasn't much need for the creature. As it was it was stabled below the Fel Hammer and it would likely stay that way. No shirt was worn as his tattoos and the magic that they radiated protected him more than a tunic would. It was perpetually amusing to him to see the looks he got from seasoned warriors who thought him a fool for not wearing armor. His glaives were on his back as the bat bounded forward. Already he could make a few others who had arrived early for this little artifact gathering mission. The gift of seeing beyond just what normal eyes could see.<br><br>With his bat coming to a stop Quelsin dropped off the back of it. The bat growled for a moment before climbing into the sky and vanishing as it was transported back to the Fel Hammer. Green glowing eyes, even under the blindfold, looked around at those who were gathered. A rogue, a mage, and two hunters. All of them more than adept, of that he was sure, but not many who could take more than a few dedicated blows. He sighed.<br><br>"Don't see your kind much since da Legion be gone," said the wisened old troll when he spotted the demon hunter.<br><br>"No, I suppose you wouldn't," he replied walking forward "I'll join my companions inside."<br><br>"Just try ta keep the demon within, within," the troll said with a chuckle "I'd rather not have ta pull it out of ya though I wonda how it would go."<br><br>Quelsin didn't even favor him with another look as he strode past and into the building where the others were. There was some chatter though not much. He recognized some of them though not that many. Proudmoore he recognized on sight simply because that name carried weight and her talents were known. The others he only knew that most basic of information about what they might be able to do gleaned from their weapons and general aura in his second sight. Given some time he might be able to piece more together from what he knew of other members of the organization but there was a time and place for that.<br><br>"An odd gathering of heroes one could say," he offered as he stepped into the room.<br><br>He carried himself as one deserving of respect but he didn't quite carry the same level of gloom that most Illidari seemed to. His movements were fluid, effortless even, as his training had made every move honed to the point where it seemed graceful but poised for deadly efficiency. He stood just inside the doorway waiting for the old troll to return and regale them with what this mission actually was. Some ancient troll artifact to summon their Loa? Something that had been taken from one of the many troll kingdoms that had fallen? It was hard to say with certainty and it didn't much matter. If it needed to be taken it would be taken.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Azeroth Protection Service [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>16-10-2017, 12:42:58</strong>
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				"It was a perfectly normal gathering of heroes before you stepped in, Demon."<br><br>Cera was everything but shy and even though the Demon Hunters had played a significant role in the defeat of Gul'Dan, Kil'Jaeden and Sargeras, they were not normal and not all off them could control whatever it was that was inside of them.<br><br>She had felt uncomfortable enough around the Blood Elf Hunter, although she did not seem to recognise her, two Sin'Dorei would be pushing her limits. But slaying a bunch of Ogres for a 400 gold bounty was good enough. Cera knew though, that this quest had a lot more to it than it would seem. Why would they ask a bunch of elite champions to fight off a ragged band of Ogres? No, there was more to it. <br><br>The old Troll came back into the house, followed by what seemed to be his son. <br><br>"We cannot wait longer. I will brief you."<br><br>He sat his old bones down, took a large swig of what Cera could tell was alcohol and gave them all a wicked smile. <br><br>"Ma family heirloom is not just a locket or necklace. It be more special than that."<br><br>Cera laughed and rolled her eyes.<br><br>"Told you."<br><br>The Troll ignored her and continued. <br><br>"Thousands of years ago, da Gurubashi ruled this jungle. Dey used voodoo and spirits. When da civil war tore the empire apart, the Atal'ai Tribe took control over da capital, Zul'Gurub. Here dey worshipped da Blood God Hakkar. Dey be believing that if dey summon Hakkar into this world, dey recieve immortality."<br><br>He looked around the adventurers, took another drink and continued. <br><br>"Now, the Atal'ai are still present in Zul'Gurub but dey look for an ancient artifact to summon Hakkar. Each generation be looking for it but it was not found yet. However, da artifact was in my possession when the Ogres attacked me and ma family. Dey took da amulet."<br><br>Cera made mental notes. An amulet to summon an ancient Troll God. That might be worth quite a lot to the right person. More even than the 400 gold. All she needed then, was to somehow trick her fellow heroes into leaving her alone long enough, which being a cocky rogue, she didn't believe would be too difficult. <br><br>"To da Ogres, da amulet is useless, to the Atal'ai, it will be worth a lot but dey cannot fight Ogres. Dey won't risk leaving Zul'Gurub. Please heroes, you have ta get da amulet back to me for safekeeping. Kill da Ogres, find da amulet and return it to me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Azeroth Protection Service [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomglazer</strong> on <strong>21-10-2017, 18:33:50</strong>
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				“3 women and 2 men i like the group composition Aranon said. He saw the old Troll coming in and telling his story about the locket and the Blood God Hakkar.<br>“So if I understand this correctly you want us to get a locket so you can summon an Ancient Blood God Hakkar who will give some other trolls immortality?””And in the meanwhile we can slap some Ogres around in the process? Sounds like fun fun fun”<br>Aranon looked around the table and noticed Cera thinking deep in herself. “That rogue is probably up to something, you can never trust a rogue”Aranon thought to himself.<br>He called his pet to him and the nightsaber stood up and walked slowly to Aranon. He bend forward and whispered in Doomys ear that he had to look out for any suspicious behavior from Cera.<br>Doomy then licked Aranons face that was a sign Doomy understood what was asked from him and then went back to his place and put himself back down. But keeping a eye on Cena.<br><br>“Im ready for this adventure to kick some Ogres and take back some amulet, its been a long time that i had this much fun”Aranon stated and he was visible excited about the upcoming adventure. <br><br>He took another look around the table and the rest of the company was clearly not as excited as he was, but he couldn't care less. As long as he got his split of the 400 gold bounty he would be happy.<br>That way he could afford to buy a room in the Inn and not just rent it. He would finally have a place of his own which was what he wanted for a long time.<br><br>“Belorea, nice fox you have there outside, looks cute playing with the children, it almost looks as good at its owner”and Aranon winks at Belorea. He was a real ladies man or well that's what he thought he was. Truth is, he didn't have allot of luck with the opposite sex he was to blunt even to inexperienced when it came to woman. He had some loose flings but nothing serious. He tried Old Gods he tried but it didn't workout.<br><br>The Old Troll was done with his talk and looked around the room. He was confident that this group of adventurers was capable enough to get the job done.<br><br>“Ah Erelaa your a mage, that's just beautiful we will never run out of food and drinks” “You can conjure foods and drinks yes” Aranon looked questionably to her. “Quelsin nice to have you around&nbsp; your blades will come in handy when fighting the Ogres”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Azeroth Protection Service [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>21-10-2017, 19:41:06</strong>
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				<strong>Belorea</strong> <strong>Sunstrider</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/d389/th/pre/i/2015/338/e/0/belorea_by_olgareseda-d9izz43.jpg)</div><br>The golden haired elf narrowed her eyes slightly as she gazed across the table at Cera... she knew enough about secret plots and the expressions one wore after her father and his goons at Tempest Keep... she could tell there was something there, something to be wary about in the human rogue's expression... Belorea just wasn't 100% sure exactly what the woman was thinking or what she intending to do in whatever way that gave Belorea these feelings. She'd just have to keep a weather eye out on Cera Proudmoore.<br><br><strong>{Aranon}</strong> “Im ready for this adventure to kick some Ogres and take back some amulet, its been a long time that I had this much fun”<br><br>Belorea gave him a sideways 'easy there, tiger' expression before she turned her face to look at the old troll with a polite and attentive look on her face... some habits were just too hard to break, one always had to be the epitome of grace when living in the royal life. Her father made certain she knew exactly how a crown princess behaved.<br><br><strong>{Aranon}</strong> “Belorea, nice fox you have there outside, looks cute playing with the children, it almost looks as good at its owner”<br><br>The expression he got from the thus far silent blood elf was more along the lines of 'Are you seriously flirting with me?' If only he knew all the awkward complication that came along with her, like the fact that her father was Kael'thas Sunstrider... she doubted that was going to go over well with much of anyone, a big reason she had kept to herself mostly since her escape from Outlands and from her father all those years ago.<br><br><strong>{Aranon}</strong> “Ah Erelaa your a mage, that's just beautiful we will never run out of food and drinks” “You can conjure foods and drinks yes”<br><br>Viewing prejudice to be destructive and obstructing of a mutual desire to make Azeroth a happier safer place, Belorea slid the dranei a kind of laughing smile... underneath, she wanted to apologize to the dranei for what her father did to her people... but Belorea would admit it, she was afraid, too afraid to reveal herself and face rejection from the world over who her father was and what he did.<br><br><strong>{Aranon}</strong> “Quelsin nice to have you around&nbsp; your blades will come in handy when fighting the Ogres” <br><br>Now there was an individual that might be a tad awkward to be around... a demon hunter, her past made this feel somewhat uncomfortable, but she knew now that Illidan had not been the enemy... his methods might not have been palatable, but... he WAS trying to save Azeroth. She had to at least given the demon hunter a chance. At least as a bonus, he did not seem to recognize her, so he had obviously not been involved at all with her father in Outlands, which was good.<br><br>A happy bark disturbed the room as Sunburst ran inside, his expression joyful as he stopped by Belorea's leg and rubbed his head against her thigh “Hello boy, did you have fun?”<br><br>She got panting in return with a tongue lolling gleefully out the side of his mouth, Belorea laughed softly&nbsp; and murmured to the fox as to not interrupt any conversations “I'll take that as a yes. You must be quiet now, my love, we are busy”<br>Sunburst gave one last softer bark before settling upon the floor near his mistress, his head tilting as he curiously observed Doomy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Azeroth Protection Service [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endwell</strong> on <strong>26-10-2017, 06:38:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/dSL0vb/Draenei_Mage_Final.jpg)</div><strong>Erelaa Khasri</strong><br><hr>The addition of a Demon Hunter was perhaps the most intriguing of those present. While she had seen them throughout the war against the legion there wasn't exactly much time to interact with them. On the other hand she felt herself fortunate not to have encountered very many as they seemed very much to be quite dangerous to a mage. One of the few capable creatures of seeing through a mage's most instrumental escape technique being invisibility amongst the astral plane. Under most circumstances that fact was all but irrelevant to her. However upon the mention of the supposed heirloom's true purposes that fact quickly became much more consequential. She found it fortunate that rogues had such horrendously shady reputation when dealing with valuables. <br><br>The subtle flicker of peaked interest in the soft glow of her eyes would have come and went unnoticed to most. Ironically the one most likely to take notice would be the only one seemingly not distracted by the rogue, the rogue herself, but perhaps that could be worked to her advantage should it be so. What simpleton would sacrifice the chance to commune with an old god? The possibility to harness it's powers for oneself? And for a measly 400 gold? A taboo perhaps among mages, often craven for such tremendous powers while throwing caution to the wind for the potential ramifications, but so far as she was concerned those who'd tried and failed before her simply weren't her. She would surely take much more measured steps..&nbsp; <br><br>As the night elf breezed over the task with a degree of excitement enough to misconstrue some of what the troll was saying she snapped more so into the present than allowing herself to delve down the rabbit hole of her insatiable desires for knowledge and power. As the rather ecstatic hunter commented on her ability to conjure food she simply replied with a soft smile and a nod. Stepping toward the table she took note of the serving tray, pouring pitcher, and general dining wares which were likely set in place either because their troll host intended to feed them or simply kept the dining area tidy and prepared. As if to prove the point she leaned over the table and traced the tip of her index finger upon the rim of the serving tray and pouring pitcher respectively. Twice she encircled either as a faint arcane glow emitted from those fingertips. In a magnificent flash the tray was occupied by a pile of warm biscuits and the pitcher a shimmering arcane infused water.<br><br>Such things were a novelty to a well practiced mage, one of the first spells they learned really, and was a rather mindless gesture to her. Her tail wrapped around the back of one of the free chairs and slid it further from the table as she slid down to take a seat. Dainty fingers curled around the handle of the pouring pitcher and a thin sheen of frost glazed it's surface. Chilling the beverage to her preference before she filled one of the glasses. Her attention shifted between her four newfound companions and she offered a polite nod toward the old troll. "Help yourself, of course." With a single sip of her own drink she wondered how interested the two Sindorei would receive the bounty before them. It was commonly known blood elves favored the arcane a great deal, often to the point of their own self ruin, but such a minor indulgence shouldn't be an issue. "To newfound compatriots."<br><br>Again she smiled, this time much more friendly rather than faint, and crossed one leg over the other as her tail swished behind her. "Now.. on to business. It seems... with all due respect.. a bit ill-advised to retain such a potentially disastrous trinket without some form of magical barrier or perhaps a formidable guardian. Something to consider.." While meant to throw off any inclination of her own interest in the matter she wasn't wrong. For an elderly troll to be guiding the key to unleashing one such as Hakkar upon Azeroth once more seemed a fools errand." Her thick draenic accent and composed tone would do well to express that she meant no offense and her words were as such that she could likely be taken seriously. "With that said.. would it not be best that the heirloom then be retained instead by the mages of the Kirin Tor?"<br><br>Thus far she paid little heed to neither Sunburst nor Doomy. Despite the fact that she rather enjoyed well trained hunters pets, especially those of the furry sort, she suspected she would have more time and interest at another point when such dire matters were less inconveniencing. Both seemed much like pet dogs of their own sort. Such made sense of Sunburst but Doomy seemed a peculiar nightsaber. She'd like to spend time with either should the future permit it. At least study their behaviors and determine their value for herself. She loved knowing things.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Azeroth Protection Service [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>27-10-2017, 00:38:47</strong>
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				"Yes, perfectly normal," he said looking to the rogue "I'll remember to keep an eye on my gold thief."<br><br>Quelsin didn't bother paying much more mind to the comment. As it was he was more than used to the distrust that came from being a demon hunter. Even the end of the Legion itself wasn't enough to placate those with prejudice. He noticed the sideways look he got from the other blood elf. Perhaps she recognized him from somewhere. It wouldn't be surprising if he had passed by them in Silvermoon, Dalaran, or in some fringe cases Outland. Not that he had spent much time outside the Temple while he was there. It didn't much matter right now however. The night elf made him wonder with his utterly forward complimenting of the women around them.<br><br>He couldn't argue that the women gathered here weren't attractive in their own rights. Physically at least. Beyond that he knew next to nothing and figured it wasn't worth learning right now. There were more important things to attend to at least. The demon hunter stood silently as the troll spoke. The God Hakkar? It was interesting that it had been kept secret for so long. That made him think there was more to this than met the eye but, then again, maybe he was just used to dealing with demons whose plans had layers on layers for their own amusement. He kept his arms crossed as the age conjured food and the conversation went on.<br><br>"What would happen if the artifact were to simply be destroyed? Would it hasten Hakkar's arrival or would it simply end the threat," he asked the troll "though I agree that should we recover it it deserves greater protections. You might be able to keep it secret for your lifetime but eventually someone will slip up."<br><br>Quelsin didn't pay much mind to the pets around the room. Most animals naturally avoided him so he wasn't much worried about them. The one he was fairly certain he would need to keep an eye on was the rogue. The mage clearly wanted to deal with the artifact. The hunter did too or just flirt with them. Probably both. The female hunter was just as intent on dealing with the trouble. The rogue, however, worried him. Perhaps it was a bias against those who used the shadows like they did. He shook his head.<br><br>"Either way this group is uniquely suited to infiltration," Quelsin said "between the hunter's talent for moving unseen in nature, the mages presumed talent for invisibility, and the rogue being what they are we could easily sneak in and strike them from within. Or at least do scouting before attacking proper. I was worried we'd have a group full of brawlers."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Azeroth Protection Service [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>01-11-2017, 10:33:09</strong>
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				"Instead of questioning the old man..."<br><br>Cera raised herself from her seat and got up. <br><br>"Why don't we go and pay the ogres a visit. I'm not too bothered about unleashing some God into our world. If the old foo.. man.. has had the trinket in his posession for all this time and not unleashed Hakkar yet, I'm willing to take my chances with him. Besides, we defeated a titan, I'm sure some ancient lizard voodoo God wouldn't really be an issue would it?"<br><br>She finished her drink, adjusted the fake eyepatch and left the room. There was a 400 gold bounty to collect an amulet from some random ogres. A lot of things didn't add up, there was something fishy about the whole deal but she was an ex pirate rogue and Cera let the questions for others. All she was interested in, was the reward. And maybe some extra loot.<br><br>Intrigues and conspiracy's really wasn't Cera's cup of thistle tea. For a rogue she was surprisingly blunt and straightforward and as she waited outside she was thinking of a plan already to get into the ogre camp. She had seen it on the way down to Stranglethorn Vale. It didn't look too organised and the ogres didn't really look like a serious threat to any of the group. Even the hunter's little sly fox could handle the Ogres. Which rose a more pressing question to Cera's mind. <br><br>Why had the old troll asked for an elite squad? <br><br>As the others came out of the house, some still discussing and talking, other's being silent and thinking. <br><br>"So we need a team leader and since I don't trust any of you with that task, I will name myself leader."<br><br>It was partly meant, partly a joke but Cera would either lead or leave right now and get that amulet herself. <br><br>"Believe it or not, I think a bit of stealth is in order. No galloping horses or mechanical abominations over a cobblestone path. We go on foot, through the jungle."<br><br>She waited to see if she had everybody's attention, wiped a bit of sweat off her forehead and continued. <br><br>"These ogres will scatter and run the moment they see us. They are stupid but not dumb enough to fight any of us. If they run and they take the amulet, we have to chase them and really, 400 gold isn't enough for me to chase a bunch of ogres through a jungle or a forest. We go in, contain the area, search the area and take the amulet. No need for bloodshed unless they resist."<br><br>She smiled and turned north. <br><br>"Questions? Let's go then."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Azeroth Protection Service [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomglazer</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 20:50:16</strong>
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				Aranon raised his hand. "I do" the hunter said. He looked around he noticed everybody was looking at him because it seems he was the only one asking a question. "Well, since horses and mechanical entrapments aren't allowed I'm sure my Nightsaber can accompany us. I insist that he comes along." <br><br>He looked at his Nightsaber "he doesn't make a sound when he is walking just look behind you Cera and you know what I'm talking about". The Nightsaber was one stealthy animal he was just behind Cera's back just waiting there he even had a smile on his face if that's even possible for a Nightsaber. <br><br>"I trained him well and he thinks he is a little nightsaber, he doesnt realize he is just a tad bigger then the rest, and he has big teeth which may come in handy with them Ogres" "Speaking of them why don't we just go to them and ask why they need the amulet, maybee we can trade it for something they need, they are kind of dumb that way"<br>Doomy joined them, he was still inside the house when everybody went out he probably had a little snack inside some leftover he found or something. Doomy went to Aranon and have him a head but and a lick, then he went over to Ereela and gave her a head but too. "Hey Ereela i think Doomy likes you he normally isn't that friendly to people he just met so you can feel lucky and he will have your back when needed".<br><br>Aranon looks around again "yeah he is a ladies guy just like me, also trained him if you havent noticed"<br>Aranon walked forward and looked around the elite squad of men and woman especially the woman he liked. They had all the right curves on all the right places and he liked them curves. He was a booty and breasts kind of man. The bigger they where the more he liked them. He was sure that by the end of this little expedition he would will have sparked the intrest of at least one woman maybee 2 if he tried allot. But he would be satisfied by one.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Azeroth Protection Service [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endwell</strong> on <strong>07-11-2017, 07:12:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/dSL0vb/Draenei_Mage_Final.jpg)</div><strong>Erelaa Khasri</strong><br><hr>She found it most fortunate that the rogue was so very insistent. So much so that she hadn't the patience to discuss matters further and even put herself forward as the leader of their small band of heroes. That, combined with the general distrust most held for rogues, may well be enough to ensure the cards all fell in her favor. Covering the 400 gold reward to "deliver the artifact to the Kirin Tor" would be little to nothing in comparison to the potential rewards for such an encounter as one with Hakkar. Not a soul would suspect her own motives. As the others piled out of the hovel she stood from her chair and pushed it into place with her tail as she turned on heel and head through the door herself. Just as she stepped outside did Doomy grind his head into her hip affectionately. "Oh, my!"<br><br>The push of the nightsaber was a bit surprising as her eyes once again adjusted to the bright sunlight but she certainly didn't mind the gesture. Erelaa was actually rather fond of animals after all. As he nudged her she reached down with her right hand and weaved her rather sharp fingernails through the fur on the back of his neck to give him a good scratching. "Sounds good to me Aranon. So long as he doesn't think he can take a cat nap on my lap." With a good rub behind Doomy's ear she winked softly in Aranon's direction before suddenly disappearing in a flash of arcane energy and appeared beside Cera in mid stride with the rogue while her tail swayed contently behind her. <br><br>"Our fearless leader hmm? So shall you be doing the scouting or shall I?" Cera was well equipped, specifically her weapons were quite impressive, and with that Erelaa came to the assumption that she hadn't volunteered to lead them due to any large degree of inexperienced enthusiasm. That said the fact that any one of them could likely wipe the entire den of ogres out single handedly couldn't possibly have escaped her. "Or perhaps you just enjoy telling people what to do?" The second question was rather sarcastic, teasing perhaps, with a perked brow to match the up pulled corner of her smirking lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Azeroth Protection Service [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>12-11-2017, 00:17:33</strong>
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				"Fine, but we will discuss this after we get free," he said to the rogue's statement.<br><br>He narrowed his eyes as much as a man with no eyes really could when she promoted herself to leader.<br><br>"Yes, a truly genius idea," he said shaking his head "but I'll play along. I'll have my eye on you."<br><br>Quelsin moved beside Cera not trusting her as much as perhaps he should. Given that they all had signed up to protect the world they should have more trust. This wasn't a group of companions but rather mercenaries though. It made him question the reasons the others had for doing this. Things were much easier with the Illidari. They were united in purpose and he could trust them with his life. He knew such trust wasn't easily gained, however, and didn't expect it of those gathered here. He noted hunter and his pet as it rubbed against the Draenei. Part of him had to wonder if his mind was in the right place for this.<br><br>It didn't matter. There was a job to be done and he would see it done. Quelsin walked with the others as Erelaa asked who should be scouting. He tilted his head.<br><br>"There's no reason we can't all get close. With the hunter's keen eye for natural threats, my eyes of otherworldly threats, your eye for the arcane, and the thief's eye for traps and feints we should be able to determine what we need from just a cursory look," he said "but I suppose we all already realize we far outclass this. Which means something isn't as it seems here."<br><br>He took a breath.<br><br>"I hope that this troll isn't aiming to have us, or even the ogres, become the sacrifices to summon his troll god," he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Azeroth Protection Service [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>12-11-2017, 00:51:10</strong>
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				<strong>Belorea</strong> <strong>Sunstrider</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/d389/th/pre/i/2015/338/e/0/belorea_by_olgareseda-d9izz43.jpg)</div><br>Belorea was deliberately silent for most the conversation, just watching, observing and listening where her new comrades were concerned... she wanted to try and get to know them better, get a better feel for who they were as individuals. Know whom she could more easily trust and whom to be cautious of.<br><br>One couldn't really blame the young princess for being cautious about letting people in... if they knew her story... it was hard to get past when your own father stabbed you in the back... you stopped being so certain of your own judge of character...<br><br>Cera seemed... definitely like someone Belorea was going to keep a good eye on, she wasn't totally sure the silvery blonde haired rogue could be entirely trusted where was morality and honor was concerned...<br><br>Aranon... He was shameless flirt and was a tiny bit over confident on his success with the ladies, but he didn't give Belorea any legitimate negative vibes, there was nothing harmful to fear from the night elf hunter. Plus, Doomy was pretty cute, so he had some bonus points for his lovable kitty.<br><br>Sunburst wasn't too thrilled with Doomy, judging by the flattened ears and slightly narrowed eyes when the fox would look at him... but Belorea chalked that most up to them being of the feline and canine families, it was normal and would pass in due time.<br><br>Erelaa... a mage... Belorea had always been a little wary of magic users after what she'd been through, the hunger for magic being what pushed her father and so many others of her race over the edge... the princess had come to mildly resent magic to a degree... the affliction suffered by her people had taken everything from her... her heart still ached at the loss of the once loving father she'd known before Outlands came into the picture...<br><br>However... Erelaa herself seemed pleasant and likable enough, intelligent and honorable... plus she liked animals it would seem, given the way she tenderly paid attention to Doomy. If she was an animal lover, she couldn't be too terrible.<br><br>Then there was the demon hunter Quelsin... Belorea was not at all sure how to feel about him and what judgments to try and make... she did not wish to be a closed minded and negative person with an unfair assessment... she would need more time before she could fairly decide what to think about the handsome (yes, she'd admit it) golden haired demon hunter...<br><br>"There's no reason we can't all get close. With the hunter's keen eye for natural threats, my eyes of otherworldly threats, your eye for the arcane, and the thief's eye for traps and feints we should be able to determine what we need from just a cursory look," he said "but I suppose we all already realize we far outclass this. Which means something isn't as it seems here."<br><br>Belorea looked at Quelsin with a considerate expression as she absorbed the implication he made... she had to admit, he had a good point in this... was it really necessary to request individuals such as them for such a task as retrieving a trinket from thieves?<br><br>Perhaps it was possible there was more going on here than met the eye... but what?<br><br><strong>{Quelsin}</strong>"I hope that this troll isn't aiming to have us, or even the ogres, become the sacrifices to summon his troll god," <br><br>“I don't think so... I do not believe we were intended as sacrifices, he doesn't strike me as the nefarious sort like that... I do agree with you however, Quelsin... there just might be more to this than we know. The big question that we need to decide together as a group, do we confront him with our concerns and demand the full truth? Or do we trust him with the story precisely as it is and hope for the best?”<br><br>Meanwhile... Sunburst being jealous of the attention Doomy was getting got up and pranced over around the table to Erelaa, pawing gently at the dranei's knee for permission to hop up into her lap.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Azeroth Protection Service [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>16-11-2017, 09:18:53</strong>
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				Cera clapped her hands at the comments of the Demon Hunter. It had taken a while but he had figured it out as well.<br><br>"Bravo... Well done indeed sir. Something is amiss. Which is exactly why we aren't barging in, ready to fight."<br><br>She had ignored the mage for now but continued to adress the entire group. <br><br>"What that troll is telling us is that the ogres randomly attacked his convoy right? I call Taurenshit on that. Absolute baloney. Ogres don't randomly attack travellers in this area. Maybe on Draenor or Northrend, not in the Duskwood. They must have known this amulet was coming to them and if they knew, what about other, more powerful foes?"<br><br>Cera stopped talking for a moment, letting her words sink in while ploughing through the dense undergrowth of the jungle. <br><br>"What if those Atal'ai Trolls were aware of it as well?"<br><br>She knew the chances of this were slim to none as they kept themselves locked in Zul'Gurub and even if they had gone out, the message the Troll would have given would have been a lot more dire.<br><br>"Or..."<br><br>The rogue smiled, only visible to the mage walking next to her. She stopped suddenly and turned around to face the group. <br><br>"Have you guys ever heard of the Dark Riders? A bunch of merchants cursed by Medivh for selling contraband? They are said to be the source of corruption in Duskwood and to be treasure hunters."<br><br>Cera had heard a lot about these Dark Riders as they were said to have a huge stockpile of powerful artifacts and treasures from all over Azeroth. <br><br>"If the Ogres knew or even if they just struck lucky, they have no need for that Amulet. They probably don't even know what it is but those Dark Riders... They would."<br><br>She turned around again and continued walking north again. <br><br>"Fourhundred gold to fight off Ogres is nonsense... but to retrieve an amulet from the Dark Riders, that makes a lot more sense to me. Our friend the senile Troll has not been honest and even if it's not the Dark Riders, he knows just as well as we do that Ogres are not our biggest concern here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Azeroth Protection Service [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomglazer</strong> on <strong>17-11-2017, 00:30:25</strong>
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				Aranon and Doomy where walking in the back being the tail guard. And that way he could look at the nice booty's of his female companions without it getting to obvious. "So Cera, never hear of the Dark Riders&nbsp; but if they are indeed behind the robbery of the Amulet then things could get intresting for us. Don't forget if the rumors are true and they have all that treasure, imagine the riches and spoils we could find if we found where they were hiding out. We would be richer the The Bank Of Ironforge."<br><br>He looked at his pet and bent down on his 2 knees and grabbed Doomy by the cheeks and pulled him close. "Imagine all the fishes you could eat or all the boar meat you could have if i get all that money" Doomy's eyes grew bigger of anticipation and the thrill of getting all that yummy food the cat even started to drool all over Aranons chest. "Now now don't get to excited you furball first we have to find there hidding place"<br><br>Aranon stood up and wiped the drool of his chest. He turned around and looked into the dense forest where seemingly nothing was ,well nothing that other people could see. But at the camp he gave instructions to his big Nightsaber to follow him, he was the real back protection and would guard Aranon and the group with his life. The big Nightsaber made sure nobody was following the group. But that was something the group didn't know they thought Aranon was the back protection. That's why it would have looked strange when Aranon looked into the dense forest and whispered "You will also get your portion of fish and meat you big furball" and he turned around again looking back at the group.<br><br>"So, or we are going to fight some Ogres, or we are going to fight some cursed merchants, either way sounds like a field day for me" <br>Aranon didn't really care what the opponent was Ogres, cursed merchants heck he would even fight Murlocs if that was what it took to get the job done.<br><br>"Cera you seem to know more about those cursed merchants could you maybee share some more information about that because I'm sure like, me nobody here have heared of them, since we where all busy driving the Legion back and not setting foot on these parts of the world".<br><br>Aranon looked around and saw the other adventurers looking at him, he couldn't be the only one not hearing about those cursed merchants now was he.<br><br>"Ah well as long as i get my split of the gold at the end of the day ill be a happy man and so will Doomy be" he patted the head of his pet. <br><br>Aranon noticed the wink Erelaa gave him earlier that day and hasn't forgotten the gesture. The moment she looked in his direction he winked back at her looking to get a reaction from the good looking Draenei.<br>Cera and Quelsin did make a good point about the group being to strong for some Ogres but then the tale of the cursed merchants surfaced so this little field trip could get a lot more intresting then Aranon could have hoped for.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Azeroth Protection Service [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endwell</strong> on <strong>30-11-2017, 09:00:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/dSL0vb/Draenei_Mage_Final.jpg)</div><strong>Erelaa Khasri</strong><br><hr>It took very little thought to gather that the young fox pawing at her shins and knees had been jealous of the attention paid to the nightsaber and the pleasant grin that stretched across her delicate features quickly gave away her amusement in that fact. She stopped mid stride, gathering the rogue hadn't fully understood her rather sideways talk, and scooped the small animal into her arms. Sunburst was rather adorable to her, she was partial to small woodland creatures and an intelligent fox of this sort was one of the best possible examples of such, and she had no qualms about cradling him the entire walk to the site of their quest should the fox be content with her attention for the duration. Her dainty fingers traced the fire orange fur whilst her pointed fingernails delved gently down to the soft skin beneath and gently scratched their way from neck to tail. He was very much a treasure which she'd be happy to oblige herself had she an affinity for the ways of a hunter. If not for her acclimation to the arcane arts perhaps that would have been her path.<br><br>With Sunburst within her grasp she hadn't bothered but to listen to the further conversation. Erelaa was more than happy to be viewed as simpler than she was. Her question regarding scouting the cave was not so simple as to assume the ogres were any real threat. The fact was, should she feel so inclined, she would have very little issue burying the ogres beneath a wintry grave without the assistance of the others. Hell. She'd killed elite soldiers within the legion for far less than 400 pieces of gold. The understanding of something far more nefarious than simple ogre thieves spoke for itself so far as she was concerned. If her party members hadn't caught onto the fact that she understood as much would make it far easier for her to... "safeguard" the heirloom and "deliver it to the Kirin Tor". It was the mention of the Dark Riders and their great cache of mystical artifacts that again perked her attention.<br><br>Now, whilst the others discussed the more probable threat, she used the tip of her index and middle finger nails to scratch behind the ears of Sunburst with a jubilant smile upon her features. While not a nefarious creature she was a curious one whom wouldn't pass up the opportunity to garner artifacts of such great power, prestige, and possibility. The less they suspected her intellect the better. From here, her lack of visible attention to the mission, would surely only serve to aid their lack of suspicion. Additionally the fact that she was a titled Archmage amongst the Kirin Tor would most definitely give ground to the concept that she would responsibly see to the storage, protection, and nullification of such a potentially disastrous artifact. Even the attention from Aranon, which she returned with a snap of her tail and a sly grin, served well to assist her in this deception.
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