Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden)
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				Title: <strong>Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 22:29:41</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/WotLK_Env43_StormPeaksD_hi_res.jpg)</div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/class_shaman5.jpg)</div><br>Gor'ja never knew cold like this, he felt the chilling needles stab into his bones as if he was not fully wrapped in the furs he had bought from a Tunaka (ice cow) master leather worker. Somehow he had woven it between chain mail, making it heavy and protective and manageable, but the orc shaman had no time to praise his protective clothing. He continued to climb up the trail less peaks, his goal a rumored nest of frost proto-drakes. <br><br>The nest was far out of reach, his attempts to fly in on his wyvern came to a near death experience as adult sized proto-drakes swarmed him and forced him to retreat. Fighting their territorial aggression was enough but the occasional chilling gale wind sweeping around a peak has tossed him around like a leaf in the breeze. His mount hissed in anger, by the time they were clear of all threats the beast was exhausted. Nodding knowingly he let his animal friend rest, feeling it would be best to continue on foot. <br><br>He walked high, avoiding the patrolling sweeps of proto-drakes that were already on high alert. Reaching one of the many peeks he spotted at last a massive nest over a ridge to the west. <br><em>"I need eggs of the proto-drakes shaman"</em><br>The words played in his mind once more, the orc awe struck that he was speaking to a titan even though he had deserved the right after fighting to claim the right to speak with him. He also recalled when the titan shared that he had sent many on that particular task and none had returned. Curiosity tickled his mind now, had they all quit? Ignored the task or would he find the torn apart remains of foolish adeventures who thought it would be easy to steal from a mother drake. <br><br>Gor'ja was close now, he crept as closely to the shadows of the mountain as possible to avoid being spotted. He saw whelps, many of them (Couldn't resist) wrestling their siblings over meat. When he realized it was over a torso of an unrecognizable corpse he steeled his nerves and used his powers to scan the nest for an unhatched egg safely. His eyes glowed white as two spirit wolves guarded him from any attack while he was in his trance. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 00:35:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i32.tinypic.com/2r4rax3.jpg)</div>&nbsp; The snow fell in flurries the higher she went in the mountains, having abandoned her flight form for ground travel.&nbsp; The giant paws of her mount moved over the powdered snow deftly, and she trusted him to find his way.&nbsp; She tilted her head back, gazing up the summit of the icy hills.&nbsp; She had ended up at the Throne of Thorim, standing before him and hoping she was not going to be crushed by his monolithic boot.&nbsp; She had to resist the urge to laugh when he found out that she was not in fact one of the Amazon appearing females, but a druid from the Cenarion Circle that had come to help him regain his former glory.&nbsp; She had been sent on task after task, sent through fire, snow, maiming... And still she was here searching for an unhatched proto-drake egg.<br><br>She shook her head under the heavy fur cloak, her hair moving over her shoulders.&nbsp; Her cat halted, and roared.&nbsp; She stood slightly in the saddle, swing a leg over and dismounting, finding herself yards from the nest.&nbsp; The nest before this had been empty of eggs, and overrun with corpses of other not so successful heroes, and whelps.&nbsp; Goddess how she hated whelps!&nbsp; Their nettle sharp fangs were terrors, even to the thick hide of her bear form.&nbsp; As it stood, this nest was equally covered with whelps fighting over gruesome torsos and leg bones.&nbsp; She shifted, leaving behind her human form and ended up in a sleek purple cat form that faded in and out of view at her whim.&nbsp; Wanting no further contact with the whelps and their ravenous maws, she cloaked herself with invisibility and crept quietly across the snow, leaving no mark she had crossed the powdered snow.<br><br>Growling inaudibly, she was halfway through the nest, having dodged half-eaten corpses, hands with fingers missing and realized with a twinge in her spine that someone else had picked this particular nest as well.&nbsp; She remembered Thorim mentioning to her that he had just recently sent someone out to retrieve the eggs, but had banished it from her thoughts...&nbsp; Expletives fluttered through her mind and she doubled her speed.&nbsp; Best to take it from under whoever's nose and beat a hasty retreat than have a battle here on the snow where adult proto-drakes could attack them and rip their bodies to shreds.&nbsp; She crept past two whelps, eyeing them as they squawked over a mutilated arm, and inched closer and closer to the unhatched egg.&nbsp; A whelp circled closer and she jumped out of its path, ended up close to the egg, but not close enough to gather it and flee.&nbsp; Melting into view, she crouch, waiting for the right moment to burst into bear form and snatch the prize for herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 01:13:48</strong>
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				<br>One unhatched egg, it made sense why so many foolishly went for it not knowing just how strong and fearful recent born whelps where. His far sight broke and he sat in the snow and meditated slowly, entering the elemental plane until his body appeared as ethereal as the ghost wolves at his side. It was no true invisibility, he would be seen but at least he could not be attacked by anything physical in this realm. The wolves charged to attack and as the whelps turned to strike the guardians down Gor'ja smirked and released a storm from his core that shot out violently in every direction. <br><br>The shocking lightening made the small whelps shriek in pain but it was the blunt impact he was looking for, the small creatures were pushed back with such a force many of them began to roll down the mountain slope in a death roll. The spirits would not mourn their death, those creatures populating far to much for the fragile eco-system and what he had done was a necessity to prevent an outbreak of aerial borne predators. <br><br>Battle was far from over, two larger whelps remained and they looked enraged, not because of their lost kin but the loss of their charred meal! Gor'ja removed a axe from one sling at his hip and pulled his leather coat past the claws on the other hand. A prayer was sent to the spirit of wind to bless his movements and the tearing and rending of scale and orc flesh began. He needed to move fast and quick before the sounds alerted the proto-drake guardians, he fought brutally for the prize which was at his flank waiting to be claimed! <br><br>He was unaware someone else had been hiding in the shadows waiting for their time to strike or take what he had fought for...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 01:52:52</strong>
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				Crouched silently in the snow, her cape letting her blend with the elements, she waited.&nbsp; And waited a little longer, she was becoming impatient.&nbsp; Tensing, she felt the prickle of magic right before lightning lanced across the nest and set the smaller whelp careening across the nest and disappearing from sight as they ended up falling down the slope.&nbsp; The animal growl trickled out of a throat not built to make the sound.&nbsp; An orc.&nbsp; She would have stepped aside had it been one of the Alliance... But a Horde she simply could not tolerate.&nbsp; Though she was an ambassador of sorts to the Horde... It was rare to meet any that actually listened to what she had to say.&nbsp; She had spent the time learning the languages so she could speak for herself instead of relying on a translator that she did not trust to convey her true meaning of her words.<br><br>That aside... This orc.&nbsp; She leapt from her cover, making her way to the egg the orc stood only inches from.&nbsp; Silently, she scooped up the unhatched egg and held the warm globe in her hand. Tucking it away, she turned, thinking to leave... But her nature, though the Horde was her enemy.&nbsp; The prize in her possession, she didn't need to leave him to die.&nbsp; She turned her gaze to orc that fought the two large whelps.&nbsp; It took only a few seconds for her bear form to blossom, her form as large as the whelps, if not marginally larger.&nbsp; The rage gathered in her blood and she charged across the empty nest, knocking one of the whelps senseless.&nbsp; She swiped at it, cleaving flesh from bone and then it was up, its nettle fangs bared at her.&nbsp; She growled in answer to its hit, bashing it hard with her shoulder to stun it again.&nbsp; It drooped, and she maimed it, taking off a wing before savagely biting its throat out.<br><br>She spat the hunk of flesh from her mouth, scooping up a mouthful of snow to cleanse the taste of its blood from her maw.&nbsp; Disgusting.&nbsp; She waited, ensuring that the Orc Shaman did not need any further help before letting the bear form melt away into her own body.&nbsp; The change after all these years wasn't much more than putting on a different pair of clothes to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 04:59:59</strong>
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				He fought along side the creature that had appeared from the shadows, against the buffeting snow and the winds he caught flashes of a druid in primal form and figured it was one of his tauren brothers in arms. The whelps were slain and as the bear turned to elf he was curious if the unspoken alliance between the two factions would hold steady or if one of them would be left to serve as food for the next clutch of eggs. <br><br>A nod was given to the elf as he backed towards the egg he had spotted and shot a glare at the elf. The egg! It was missing!<br><strong>"Give me the egg elf! Find your own trophy to claim!" </strong><br>He hissed his words loudly at her, the grip on his axe tightening and the winds coming to grace him with its presence. In the nest of a proto-drake was not the best place to make such aggressive demands but he had worked hard for his prize which was no longer in his possession. <br><br>Unknown to the both of them an adult proto had spotted them from above and was diving down to kill the egg thieves, not caring which one truly had it! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 05:28:09</strong>
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				The final whelp died, and she waited.&nbsp; Not really sure why she was baiting him, she retrieved the egg.&nbsp; At his words, she laughed quietly.&nbsp; She bared her teeth, holding up the egg in her palm. <strong>"The egg is mine, Orc.&nbsp; I did not leave you to die, be thankful of that atleast,"</strong> Breidaia snarled at him, tucking the egg away within the depths of her bag.&nbsp; The markings of her people stood out sharply on her cheek bones.&nbsp; She pushed back the hood of her cloak, releasing the tangled locks the color of the snow around them.&nbsp; <strong>"The quest for Thorim is mine, Shaman.&nbsp; Go back to your people,"</strong> She suggested to him, jerking her chin towards the edge of the cliff.<br><br>She held herself easily.&nbsp; Transforming from elf to bear was merely a snap of fingers and in a rage, she did not fear him.&nbsp; She took a step backwards, boots shattering egg fragments when a roar of outrage echoed off the rock around them.&nbsp; Glancing up quickly, she realized how dangerous of a situation they were about to be in.&nbsp; She looked from the adult proto-drake diving towards them and then met the Orc's gaze.&nbsp; <strong>"We'll finish this later,"</strong> She said, resolutely shifting her weight to ready herself for the proto-drake instead.&nbsp; She found him no threat, her back to him and the magic that shifted her form from elf to human was almost instantaneous.&nbsp; She roared in challenge, the purple markings on her white fur the only thing that stood out in the snow that flurred around her.&nbsp; <br><br>The Orc was probably going to leave her to die, but she could not outrun the drake.&nbsp; While her flight form was quick, it did not outmatch a full ground proto-drake.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 07:19:47</strong>
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				Gor'ja howled his fury enough to cause an avalanche in his war cry, moments from entering combat with the druid before the full grown drake interrupted what would have been a glorious battle! The shriek of the drake easily drowned out his own and he watched as the bear confronted the beast directly. No proud member of the horde fled, his feet carried him with a graceful speed as the concussive force of flame targeted one of the creatures buffeting wings! His axe came down to cleave at the massive limbs that made up its span, but they were unlike normal dragons! The beast limbs and wings were one, powerful and well armored. He hacked and cleaved but scales had them glancing off, the both of them were sent flying back when the creature tired of them and slashed at the both of them! <br><br>He barely managed to roll away from the raking that could have torn him in half, he was not sure how the druid would have fared. More shrieks were heard in the distance, more would be upon them soon. His claw had gone dull, the weapon discarded as he reached back for the spear he had been given for the Hlydemet, that aerial battle he had to battle tooth and nail to meet the titan Thorim. <br><strong>"More come! We will die here if we stay elf!" </strong><br><br>His words roared over the sound of the proto-drake flapping air down towards them, its beck tilting back for what was certain to be a fire breath that would incinerate them to ashes. He charged forward and flung the spear, stabbing through the thick webbing membrane of the wing and climbing the chain to avoid the imminent flame. Mounted on the back of the beast he wrapped the freezing chain around the beasts neck, a struggle for dominance quickly starting which appeared the orc would not win... <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 08:22:54</strong>
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				The Orc echoed her fury with a bellow of his own, and she snarled and roared her challenge at the proto-drake.&nbsp; As she charge for the drake when it landed, rattling the ground and the nest around her, she was surprised to see flame sprout on the drake's scales and then slip away.&nbsp; He hadn't left her to die... She growled again, dodging and swiping at the powerful legs and wings.&nbsp; The proto-drake circled, trying to keep them in its sight as she taunted it in circle again and again, taking a deadly swipe when she could.&nbsp; It was soon very apparent that they were no match for the tough scales, powerful wings and the sharp striking of its claws and fangs.&nbsp; When the beast finally grew tired of dodging around to try and strike them, and finally whipped his tail and claws at them both, sending the pair flying.<br><br>Sailing into the twigs that made up the nest, she scrambled back up, ducking under deadly rake of claws.&nbsp; Breidaia hissed, rage in her eyes as she faced off against the proto-drake yet again.&nbsp; More roars of fury echoed off the mountain, and she knew their time was short and becoming nearly desperate.&nbsp; She swung her head towards the Orc, snarling at his completely obvious statement.&nbsp; <em>'Idiot.'</em> She snarled to herself, and dashed from side to side, distracting the proto-drake.&nbsp; How to out run something many times their size?&nbsp; There was no time to call her mount, nor he his.<br><br>Watching him charge towards the drake, his spear now embedded in the membrane of the giant webbed wings, she followed.&nbsp; She was in no way able to follow him up to the drake's back, but she stayed down, watching him battle with the huge creature.&nbsp; The drake shifted on his hind feet, trying to keep them in his sights for a rain of fire from above.&nbsp; She snapped and snarled at the drake's feet, driving it across the nest as it tried to buck and bunch the Shaman off his back.&nbsp; <em>'Oh Goddess, hold on..."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 09:54:22</strong>
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				The dragon did not like the idea of a rider, like a horse being broke in only it had far more strength for a single orc. A heed to the spirt of strength was made to steel his grip, his thighs pressing down onto the scales of the beast to hold on as best he could. The enraged drake roared and thrashed around, destroy the nest and smashing into the mountain itself! <br><strong>"Fly away!"</strong><br><br>He tried to find an escape for the both the druid and himself, the horn around his neck blown to call his wyvern to his aid! Whatever plan he might have had was short lives as the dragon took off into the sky, rolling in a vicious attempt to knock the orc passenger off! The other drakes came into view but the proto was already flying away, using the strong air currents to cut and almost suicide die into the peaks. <br><br>The shriek of a wyvern was heard, a failed attempt to jump onto his mount resulted in the orc dangling from one arm, axe in hand fighting off the slashing claws of the drake! The armored wyvern rammed into the sides of the dragon, the creature gracefully avoiding tho massive claws and keeping the attention on itself as Gor'ja fought with every ounce of strength he could. At least they were away from the nest, may the spirits watch over the druid! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 10:12:20</strong>
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				She darted to and fro, melting from bear to cat, her sleek form twined about the drake's feet sinuously.&nbsp; The beast roared, catch between the urge to crush the cat beneath his claws, or throw the Orc from his back.&nbsp; Rocks rattled over the nest as it slammed into mountain, snow falling heavily in her path.&nbsp; She jumped sideways, baring her fangs and snarling again.&nbsp; <em>'Damn Orc.&nbsp; You're going to get yourself killed!'</em> She raged, unable to help him from the ground.&nbsp; As she was about to leap to his aid, the dragon leapt from the edge of the nest flinging itself into midair.&nbsp; Her breath caught in her throat as she skidded to a halt at the edge of nest.&nbsp; He had thrown himself at the proto-drake, risking his neck.<br><br>A Wyvern dove from the sky, attacking the proto-drake.&nbsp; She watched as long as she could before she heard the roars of the other adult proto-drakes and back away from the edge.&nbsp; She glanced up, and then ran for the ledge throwing herself into oblivion.&nbsp; Breidaia tumbled through the air, before whooshing up into the sky as a large bird of prey.&nbsp; The white and grey shape glides on the thermals, as she kept an eye out for the Orc.&nbsp; He was gone... And she couldn't go to his rescue.&nbsp; Fear for him rattled her, and she sent a silent pray to the Goddess to watch over him before wheeling towards the Throne of Thorim.&nbsp; There was nothing she could do for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 10:56:32</strong>
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				As he was flung back and forth in the bone chilling winds by the enrage dragon he had considered letting go and trusting his fate to the spirit of the wing but decided against it! He held on tightly, the dragon rolling and thrashing in mid-air with a grace he never expected. His wyvern continued to assist how it could, the chain was getting shorter as he was flung in full lopes against and again. What he had not seen was the constant loops had effectively cuffed the wing, the creature's movement hindered and slowing down. When it collided into the mountain he leaped towards the wyvern and managed to slump over the saddle, holding on for dear life as their struggle came to an end. <br><strong>"Thank you for watching over me spirits...I thought I was about to join you...you to wingtalon..."</strong><br><br>Gor'ja did not even bother to move to sit into the saddle properly, he was exhausted and empty handed after all of that. Ordering the wyvern to return to Thorim his only hope was to catch the druid before she turned over the egg, the idea of causing a commotion over by the proto-drakes once more did not appeal to him at all! When the final climb was complete he dropped onto the snow at the edge of the high plateau and regained his breath, checking himself for wounds to mend as he kept an eye out for the druid. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 04:16:22</strong>
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				Her giant wings beat a consistent tempo as she flew towards the high peak where the Throne of Thorim was nestled into the rock, its majestic columns rising from the snow.&nbsp; Even from thousands of yards away, her sharp eyes could detect the uncanny flames fluttering in the braziers on the columns.&nbsp; This high, and the wind rushed past her, the thermals unsteady and testing her skill.&nbsp; Over and over she played the events of the previous hour, the fight with the two whelps and the adult proto-drakes.&nbsp; The shaman... She dove down, wind whistling past her ears, fury building in her eyes.&nbsp; She had stayed to prevent him from going the Darkness, but...<br><br>The slightly change in the angle of her wings sent her rocketing upwards, the mountain rushing by feet from her curled talons.&nbsp; The adult proto-drakes and their Amazon riders circled just below the plateau of the Throne.&nbsp; She zoomed past them, feeling like they were standing still as she burst past the ledge.&nbsp; Scooping her wings, she stalled drifting to the frozen ground.&nbsp; Letting the transformation slip, she landed lightly on the stone with cat-like grace.&nbsp; She brushed herself off, scattering snow across the ground.&nbsp; There were still a few yards between the edge and the ring of pillars, which she started across silently.&nbsp; Setting her face in impassive lines, she gathered herself to talk to the Titan again.&nbsp; Thorim was a formidable giant, and she prayed that he would not reward her with a quick stomp of his boot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 11:31:14</strong>
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				Still a bit tired and stiff over his ordeal he rolled to his feet and stood, the snow was not as heavy perhaps it had to be the magic of the titan. Whatever reason he was thankful he was able to remove the heavy thick cloak, the chill was blessing in disguise as he felt his body numb over. Walking over he saw that many sought an audience with the titan, more rushing to their death for a proto-drake? It was not his business to judge, some did it for glory, some for treasure and others for the thrill. He only hoped their encounters and search went a lot better than his own, but at least he had a story to tell a new verse to add to the song he will have sung upon his glorious death. <br><br>A smile was coming across his face as he relived the events just moments ago, chuckling lowly before he saw her! His good mood was torn away almost as quickly as a sudden wind the peaks were notorious for. Calming himself he approached the elf, approaching her from her side.<br><strong>"So I see you survived...I want the egg elf, do not think I am not gracious for your aid but I did not do so much only to come up empty handed." </strong><br>Attention was starting to turn their way, but Gor'ja did not care. As long as they did not pull TO much attention their way, especially the sitting titan. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 19:56:01</strong>
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				Her eyes flickered over the growing crowd, silver eyes taking in the ones that would become fodder for the whelps, their bodies mutilated beneath the talons of the adult proto-drakes.&nbsp; She looked up at at the Titan resting nonchalantly in his throne, resting his head on his upturned fist.&nbsp; He knew that most would never return, and those that did were usually empty-handed.&nbsp; Did he killed them then?&nbsp; To look upon such a man was awing, terrifying... But she has succeeded where others had failed.&nbsp; Perhaps at the cost of another's life, but for the greater good of this Titan and those within his circle, Death was acceptable.&nbsp; Refusing to think of the death of the shaman, and concentrate on completing her quest, she moved towards the crowd, starting to reach into her bag for the proto-drake egg.<br><br>The voice that spoke to her made her come up short, turning to her right.&nbsp; Him!&nbsp; <strong>"And you as well, Orc.&nbsp; I am grateful that we both survived, but I do not care about your wants.&nbsp; For the glory of Thorim restored, and my people satisfied with an alliance I will complete this quest.&nbsp; The egg is mine,"</strong> She said, eyes afire with determination.&nbsp; She half realized that they were drawing attention to themselves, and did not care.&nbsp; This Shaman presumed to tell her what to do.&nbsp; Not likely.&nbsp; She turned away from him, dismissing him with a wave of her hand.&nbsp; Breidaia started towards the Throne, noticing how many people were watching them with curious gazes, though they turned away when she met their eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 01:19:01</strong>
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				<strong>"You are not the only one who seeks the favor of a Titan elf! With the growing threats of this area the horde needs to seek out allies with these keepers!" </strong><br>When she waved him off he followed after her not done yet, his hand reaching back to grab her hand to pull her to face him.<br><strong>"Do not give me your back elf! I am not finished with you. You mettle in the affairs of the Earthen ring...</strong><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Enough squabble mortals! Have you what I sent for?</span></strong><br>Whatever was about to happen between the orc and elf came to a screeching halt as the crowd cleared and a very irate Titan looked down upon them. It was clear he did not care for alliances and wars and even Gor'ja felt a lump in his throat as he looked at the stony visage of the guardian fall onto them. Even the wind seem to quite down, the massive keeper looked as if he was losing his patience...fast! <br><strong>"give him the egg..."</strong><br>Gor'ja suddenly mumbled, not caring who got the credit anymore. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 09:37:53</strong>
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				She scoffed at this males's impudence... To think that mentioning the Horde in the presence of an Alliance member would convince her to turn over the precious egg.&nbsp; Fool.&nbsp; She continued to walk away from him, brushing him from her thoughts, opening her mouth to call Thorim's attention to her.&nbsp; She came up short, feeling his fingers wrap around her wrist, spinning her back to face him.&nbsp; A jolt ran through her at his touch, and she met his furious gaze, her free hand all ready going for the thin blade on her hip.&nbsp; What stilled her hand was his next words, which she mouthed silently, <em><strong>"Earthen Ring?"</strong></em>&nbsp; They were seeking to help the Titan as well.&nbsp; She opened her mouth to reply to him when the roar of Thorim split the air.&nbsp; She turned slowly, feeling her blood freeze at the affronted tone that went along with his words.<br><br>The Orc's hand was still on her wrist, and she barely realized she had backed into him, almost as if seeking his help, when faced with the full attention of a peeved Guardian.&nbsp; She cleared her throat, pulling the large proto-drake egg from within her belongings.&nbsp; <strong>"My Lord Thorim, I seek your forgiveness.&nbsp; My friend and I were attempting to decide who would present you with this precious item.&nbsp; The Cenarion Circle and Earthen Ring present to you this proto-drake egg, as requested,"</strong> Breidaia said, raising the object high for his inspection.&nbsp; <strong>"May it show that our actions are sincere."</strong>&nbsp; She did not even turn her gaze to the Orc, but held the egg up as the Titan reached for it.&nbsp; Her breath caught again, and she waited quietly until Thorim held the egg before his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 13:52:35</strong>
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				Thorim did not take the egg he simply eyed the two of them with a curious look. The two factions she had mentioned were not alliance and horde and that concerned him only for a moment until he realized how close he was to luring his beloved proto-drake back to him.<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Take the eggs mortal, to the west is a nest like none other...that is the nest of Veranus. I will wait for her to appear and save you from behind her next meal. GO!" </strong></span><br><br>The titan seemed to ignore their existence after that, Gor'ja tugged the elf aside towards the edge of the throne.<br><strong>"This titan...I dislike him...I feel like a fool doing his grunt work." </strong><br>He was not sure what it was that had him change his mind about the elf, perhaps it was the revelation she was of the circle a very respected group. The hatreds between horde and alliance normally did not extend to the neutral factions as they had their own agendas. <br><strong>"What is it exactly the circle seeks out in this frozen wasteland...to think they could have given me a better assignment like Grizzy Hills or Ungoro Crater..."</strong><br>The orc grumbled as a jest, pulling the horn that would summon wingtalon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 18:28:14</strong>
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				She trembled with relief when the Titan did not reach for the egg, only examine it to make sure it was truly a proto-drake egg.&nbsp; They had escaped the rage of the Titan, but something told her it was by only a little.&nbsp; Lowering her arms, she hugged the precious orb to her chest, feeling very weak suddenly.&nbsp; She gulped, lifting her gaze back to Thorim when he spoke next.&nbsp; Veranus?&nbsp; She had heard stories of the vicious mount of the Guardian, and had no desire to find the drake.&nbsp; She steeled herself, straightening at his command.&nbsp; <strong>"As you request, Lord Thorim,"</strong> Breidaia said, bowing to him respectfully.&nbsp; Still a bit shell-shocked, she let the Orc tug her away, taking deep breaths to calm herself.&nbsp; She turned a blazing gaze on him, tucking the egg back in with her other possessions.<br><br><strong>"I am sharing this quest with you to keep peace between the Earthen Ring and the Cenarion Circle, Shaman.&nbsp; And after that..."</strong>&nbsp; She shook off his hand as they reached the edge of the Throne, still a bit peeved and glared at him with exasperation.&nbsp; <strong>"You could have gotten us killed!</strong> She exclaimed quietly, making sure to keep it quiet as not to draw the attention of the Titan again.&nbsp; That was not a gaze she wanted to have fully on her again.&nbsp; With her rage cooling as he grumbled about his assignment, she found herself smiling slightly.&nbsp; She stepped up next to him as he drew the horn to call his flying beast, she turned silver coloured eyes on him.<br><br><strong>"You're only complaining because of the snow."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 06:44:13</strong>
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				<strong>"Let us avoid as many prot-drakes as possible this time around..."</strong><br>Gor'ja simply chose to ignore her shot at him about his complaints, who wouldn't. He could accept that they were working together, the orc did was not looking for bragging rights or some adventure to retell, he was a shaman in service to the Ring and nothing more. <br><strong>"What is wrong elf, have no one to sing your tale once you return to the earth?" </strong><br>He teased at her as his wyvern landed, shrieking at the elf but quickly was calmed with nothing but a touch from Gor'ja. <br><strong><br>"Let's look for that nest..." </strong><br>The wyvern held a long and intricately carved totem on its back, the orc quickly unpacked it and slammed it into the ground. His eyes went from blue to white, glowing like a snow storm as his fingers weaved in the air. A very small vision played over the totem, showing the elf what he was seeing.<br><strong>"Keep your eyes open...my clarity is not the best in this cold..."</strong><br>The shaman's magic jumped from mountain top to peak, searching for the massive nest they would have spent hours searching otherwise. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 10:19:01</strong>
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				She shuddered at the thought of more proto-drakes, eyeing him. <strong>"You'd be more of a meal than I would anyways,"</strong> She said, finding herself laughing at his teasing.&nbsp; She shook her head, feeling giddy relief at escaping the Guardian's gaze unharmed, but for a little shaken.&nbsp; It was the drop in adrenaline that had her amused to be in the company of this Orc, and nothing more.&nbsp; <strong>"If they tell my story, it will be about my great feat of killing a certain Shaman,"</strong> She grumbled, turning her gaze up at the whoosh of wind signalling the arrival of his wyvern.&nbsp; She stood her ground, meeting the large beast's gaze.&nbsp; It calmed under the Orc's touch, and she shook her head.&nbsp; Beasts.<br><br>Breidaia watched with interest as he pulled down a totem and used it to center his power to look for Veranus' nest.&nbsp; A fool's errand, she believed but she kept a sharp gaze on the vision flickering in muted colours above the totem.&nbsp; She nodded, even if he didn't see her.&nbsp; Not wanting to interrupt him as his channeled his power, she eyed the image.&nbsp; <strong>"There... She has risen from the nest all ready.&nbsp; It is due West, I believe,"</strong> She murmured, seeing the flurry of snow around the giant nest.&nbsp; She could only imagine what the sight of the giant proto-drake might do.&nbsp; Or they might become a tasty treat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 07:13:13</strong>
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				<strong>"You can try druid...you can try." </strong><br>Gor'ja grinned as the snow from his eyes cleared and shone blue once more. His ancestral totem was lifted and strapped onto his back, strapping it in place before he mounted the winged beasts and locked his boots into the stirrups. <br><strong>"I don't know about that...I am mostly scar tissue and toughed muscle. I figure a dragon would want something supple and...purple."</strong><br><strong><br>"Lead the way..." </strong><br>He hoped she had a better sense of sight then him, a far seer with limited sight in such terrible altitude in weather was very handicapped. The spirits was silent, as if this entire place was "wrong". The shaman was starting to think that this place was the last place he would run into the circle.<br><strong>"What is the circle doing out here?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 08:44:08</strong>
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				<strong>"Don't tempt me."</strong> She stood next to the Wyvern as he mounted, tilting her head back to watch him settle onto the creature's back.&nbsp; She couldn't decide whether she could be grateful for the round about compliment or not, but she laughed, game anyways.&nbsp; <strong>"I doubt I have the length to satisfy,"</strong> She said, raising one fine brow at him.&nbsp; They were humoring each other, and she might be able to learn to deal with him.&nbsp; Their two groups had existed to keep the alliance between the two factions.&nbsp; Together they might be able to better help their people.&nbsp; She did not know, but looked out into the flurries of snow.&nbsp; Breidaia decided not to call her white gryphon, and stepped closer to the edge until her toes lined up with the jagged stone ledge.<br><br><strong>"I told you, Shaman... My people believe that helping the Titan Thorim would greatly benefit us in the long run,"</strong> She said, turning to look at him over her shoulder.&nbsp; <strong>"Keep up, if you can,"</strong> The female teased, a smile curving her lips and she took a step backwards, falling head first over the edge.&nbsp; The transformation was easily done, and she spread her arm as they became wings, nearly the span of the wyvern's he was riding.&nbsp; Upwards she climbed back into view, the golden flight form glinting in the torch light.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 19:32:33</strong>
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				<strong>"The more I learn of this titan, the more I believe he is not as mighty as he claims..." </strong><br>Gor'ja muttered last as she took off, his wyvern following closing behind. The chill of air was what he needed to sweep away the aches on his arms from earlier that day. He had raised wingtalon as a whelp, remembering the day he stole the egg that contained him when he was sent to investigate their native nest in Thousand Needles. Poachers had nearly hunted them extinct and it took lots of intervention between the ring and the horde to repopulate the species. <br><br>The armored wyvern was now a prime specimen for breeding, strong and fast, slicing through the winds as if it was a hot knife through butter. The flight took it time, but they fought through the snow at a quick pace and finally the massive nest came into view from above. The shaman scanned the area for drakes, not a single one in sight which was a good sign. Lure the proto...then hope Thorim would do the rest, the idea sounded foolish. <br><br>Once they landed, Gor'ja kept his companion off to the sides in the event they needed to make a quick escape. <br><strong>"Well...let's see if we can stir up that mama drake out of hiding." </strong><br>As he waited he dropped his totem into the ground, the strength of earth invigorating all around them, the wind seemed to dance at their feet to grant them a speed few could explain. Drawing his weapons last he looked to the sly, preparing for battle, they would have to hold the drake off for who knew how long. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 20:09:03</strong>
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				She fled a steadily as she could through the fierce upper drafts, diving lower at times to correct her path towards the nest of Veranus.&nbsp; This large specimen of a proto-drake could be their death if Thorim did not come to take control of his wayward mount.&nbsp; It was dangerous to trust such an entity, because they always had an agenda that worked in their favor.&nbsp; Disposing of them would be easy if he simply watched them die by his drake's talons and teeth.&nbsp; She swooped at the last second, taking a steep dive that rushed the wind past her feathers with brutal force.&nbsp; Pulling herself out of the dive, she landed on the edges of the nest.&nbsp; The woven sticks bent and swayed under her feet as the bird form melted away from her.&nbsp; Crouched there, she pulled the egg slowly from under her cloak- having dug it from her possessions.<br><br><strong>"Let's try not to become snacks,"</strong> She said quietly, watching his totem drop before she inched closer and closer to the center of the nest.&nbsp; Breidaia set her egg gently on the nest, and moved back slowly, eyes all ready on the sky.&nbsp; She held herself at the ready, and heard the screeching before she saw the giant shadow fall across the nest and dove to the side.&nbsp; It wouldn't help to be crushed beneath the massive bulk.&nbsp; Rolling to her feet, she whirled, her primal form coming easily to her as they faced Veranus. <br><br>She roared at the drake, drawing its attention to her and charged before the great proto-drake had even turned her head to glare at them.&nbsp; Dancing about, she ran the drake in circles, growling in challenge each time the Dragon turned towards the shaman. <em>'Come on, you great bitch,'</em> She growled, darting in and taking a bite at one of the powerful hind legs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 03:29:56</strong>
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				The titan had asked that the proto-drake not come to harm, a tall order when facing a creature that wishes nothing else but to tear you apart. None the less, the bear seemed to lock the attention of the drake, the turning avoiding the creature to stabilize her ground to gust them out of the wind with a flap of their wings. The shaman stood still for a quick moment, the very ground of the frozen earth lifted into the air and surrounded the bear. The aegis's made out of the earth absorbed much damage, giving him a time to channel the spirits of the river and flood the druid with surge after surge of powerful energy that would revitalize her wounds. <br><strong>"What is taking that Bloody titan so long!"</strong><br><br>He hissed at no one in particular, almost as if the damn giant was waiting for that. A shadow fell down upon them and a roar was heard from someone not a bear nor a drake. Thorim had hurled himself onto the drake and took it into a neck lock. The two of them were quickly forgotten by the enraged drake. <br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Get out of here, I will meet up back with you!" </strong></span><br>The fighting that began between Dragon and Titan was one to behold, but not up close. The wrestling had torn the nest to pieces and the ways in which the dragon flailed actually caused parts of the mountain to come lose and create avalanche's and land slides. Gor'ja ran towards his mount and hopped onto it, taking to the sky and looking to get away to rally with Thorim much later after he had subdued the beast. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 08:09:17</strong>
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				She dodged under a swipe of large talons, only to catch a nick across her shoulder blade.&nbsp; Snarling, she threw herself beneath the beast's claws, dancing and darting through openings in her defenses.&nbsp; Knowing the shaman had her back, the sudden shields of Earth barely startled her, but did give her a sudden jump in her pulse.&nbsp; As they distracted the winged worm, she kept stealing glances at the sky, wondering time and time again if they would become snacks to this proto-drake.&nbsp; Likely, but the shaman flooded her with new strength when she felt her legs want to give way.&nbsp; The bloody slashes on her furred body disappeared as quickly as they had been caused, and invigorated her to chance another snap at the dragon's legs.<br><br>Breidaia agreed with the Orc's sentiment, and almost lunged for a maiming blow when a roar stilled her.&nbsp; She watched the monolithic titan chin check the proto-drake, trying to wrestle the beast into submission.&nbsp; The large wingspan forced her back from them, towards the edge of the nest.&nbsp; So distracted by the fighting when Thorim yelled for them to meet with him later, she was already at the very edge.&nbsp; She felt some of the mountain give way beneath her and her transformation fell away, her scream of fright lost in the wind.&nbsp; Within the falling rocks, she almost couldn't chance the wingspan as a bird.&nbsp; When she did change, she dove for the snow covered ground rushing up to meet her, swooping out from beneath the deadly avalanche and higher into the sky.<br><br>Insanity... Insanity is what this quest was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 09:56:00</strong>
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				It seemed the spirits truly wanted to test his mettle that day, not even a blink of an eye later he heard the roar of the proto-drake from earlier seconds before a shadow fell upon both he and the druid in her form of the storm crow. Gor'ja glanced up and cursed, the wretched beast would not give up. With the totem still at his back, he motioned his wyvern to fly at the creatures eye level. A swarm of cloud formed around them as he began to circle the dragon. Up in the air they had a small advantage, the creature was unable to use its arms to swipe and slash at them. The tail and the snapping jaws was still an issue, but he was obsessed with ending this aerial threat once and for all!<br><br>Lightening began to fall from the blackened clouds, striking the totem which allowed him to channel the fury of the storm back at the drake. The voltage coursed through his body and out his open palm. The arcs of light seared draconic flesh, the fury of the beast unleashed as it tried to make a meal out of the swiftly agile flying beast. <br><strong>"By the spirits, will this day never end!" </strong><br>The orc shaman reflected on everything through out the day, he was tired and eager to get rid of this reoccurring pest once and for all! 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 00:49:29</strong>
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				A roar unlike the monolithic proto-drake of Thorim sounded, and she banked to the right, avoiding the steep dive of the drake that sought to crush them in his talons. <em>'Persistant flying lizard!'</em> She yelled, giving her own shriek of raged and diving after it as it headed for the Shaman and his wyvern.&nbsp; Breidaia was nearly useless in this form, but for the quick, agile turns she could make.&nbsp; Diving, she caught up the dragon just as it reached the Orc, and took a glancing swipe at it as she swooped past.&nbsp; The proto-drake wheeled, taking a heavy hit from the lightning&nbsp; of her ally.&nbsp; Grimly, she kept at the drake, drawing its attention.&nbsp; One hit, one hit and she could ended up falling towards the ground, dazed.<br><br>That would not be good for either of them, and she would probably end up the snack for hungry whelps!&nbsp; Her claws glanced off the heavy scales again, and she wheeled around, her attention focused on avoiding the claws, and jaws of the angry drake.&nbsp; <em>'Hurry up, hurry up!'</em> She hissed to herself, catching sight of the shaman as he continued to cast.&nbsp; The drake was persistent to find them again.&nbsp; She angled upwards, leveling out above the dragon as it looked for her.&nbsp; Diving, she landed on its back, transforming in mid-fall.&nbsp; The sleek cat form had wicked claws, which she put to use.&nbsp; Hooking one claw into the drake's flesh, it wheeled and flailed, her other claw doing more damage, quickly shredding a section of scales from its back, its blood spilling out.&nbsp; It would soon make it impossible to hold on, but while she could- she continued to mangle and rip at its back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 09:11:22</strong>
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				He called for the spirits of flame to grant him their strength, his attacks slowing but intensified on certain points of the proto-drake, its wings. Flame formed from his hands as if he was throwing the heat at the creature, lightening arced from the clouds as the fury nearly hit the druid on the dragon's back.<br><strong>"Let go elf!"</strong><br>She had diverted his attention long enough, the wings were stripped of muscle and flesh with each attack and it began to plummet down towards the earth. By the time it reached land, the speed alone would crush every bone in its body. The shaman was exhausted, but he stayed with the druid until she was clear of danger and they could return to the titan back at his throne. No matter what he asked yet he would respectfully tell him to shove it up his gigantic ass. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 20:18:57</strong>
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				The drake rolled, each time dislodging her claws from under its torn scales- hurling her into midair.&nbsp; The rush of wind filled her ears and she would burst into flight, chasing the drake down.&nbsp; Again and again she performed this feat, leaping upon its back and continuing her ravaging of its flesh.&nbsp; The last time, she smelled burning, seared flesh and saw the dragon's wings becoming tatters as it tried to hold its huge bulk aloft.<br><br><em><strong>'Let go, elf!'</strong></em><br><br>She glanced for the shaman, his eyes in flames- channeling the power of the elements in their favor.&nbsp; The dragon gave a roar of outrage, plummeting towards the frozen ground beneath.&nbsp; Ripping her claws loose from the decent sized gash in the beast's back, she fled herself into midair.&nbsp; Bursting again into the winged body- she felt the fatigue in her limbs from changing again and again.&nbsp; This would be the last form she could take before ending up nose diving into the hard ground.&nbsp; It took all she had to make the steep climb back to Thorim's Throne.&nbsp; Breidaia stayed close to the Orc, unable to do more than fly on autopilot.<br><br>Collapsing onto the cold stone, very ungracefully at that- she knelt on all fours, panting for breath.&nbsp; This was no easy quest they had been saddled with, and now her body felt like lead.&nbsp; She doubted very much that the Titan would be very grateful, though she knew that the reward would be useful to the Circle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 07:57:50</strong>
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				His body was at its limit, dodging dragons and death for most of the day had him angry when every time they returned to Thorim he wanted something else. The gigantic drake now perched beside its rider, its eyes glancing at him. Gor'ja's would had dipped its head low and scooped the elf onto its neck and supported her until she could get onto her own feet.<br><br>The titan looked onto them, already asking of another favor to which the orc hissed in return.<br><strong>"We are down doing your mundane work Titan, tell me where I can find the information on how to access the great library, it is of great importance to the Ring and the Circle!" </strong><br>Thorim let anger spread across his granite features, about to below out in rage when the wind around them stopped its howling. Something was going on that gave Gor'ja a chill, the massive humanoid looked at the druid and spoke.<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"To find what you seek, you must ask our watcher at the Terrace of the Shapers, the Guardian of Freya will tell you how to access it...if she finds you worthy. She fights the scourge in Shozlar...what do you seek druid?" </strong></span><br><br>The orc grumbled, looking over at the elf and simply whispered.<br>"It be best if we found a neutral inn until we rest...I am in no condition to carry on." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 03:42:39</strong>
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				She clung to the beast's neck, weak as she was.&nbsp; Managing to get her booted feet under her, she still leaned heavily as they approached the Titan that perched, smug as can be, on his stone throne.&nbsp; Her lips contorted into an expression of distaste, already knowing that the Guardian wanted something else as he spied them.&nbsp; The others that milled about moved back, allowing the pair to move closet to the Titan's feet.&nbsp; Breidaia looked slowly from the floor where she was concentrating on keeping herself from falling over and vomiting up her meager meal.&nbsp; Thorim was staring straight at them.&nbsp; The Orc's words startled her, and she covered her mouth to stifle a gasp of dismay.<br><br>While the tasks were ridiculous, he was asking for the Titan to squish them like little bugs.&nbsp; The sudden absence of wind stilled her, and she struggled to gain her feet, stepping forward as the giant settled his gaze on her.&nbsp; <strong>"My Lord Thorim... I seek the same as my companion.&nbsp; Thank you for the information.&nbsp; After we rest, we will seek her out.&nbsp; The Ring and Circle will not forget your deeds in our favor, Sire,"</strong> The druid said, her fingers seeking the Orc's hand and squeezing that she had heard him.&nbsp; Moving slowly, she started to back away from Thorim's throne.&nbsp; They were done here.&nbsp; Beyond finding a place to rest, they could do nothing more here. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 08:08:00</strong>
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				He was glad to be on his wyvern once more, flying away from the Titan and the god forsaken throne that was even colder then the rest of the storm peak mountain range.Both of them had to descend down, a small goblin settlement coming into view by the pillars of black smoke its chimneys and foundries made! Warmth, he would pay his worth in gold for a warm room, a hot meal and a bath. His body was exhausted, worn to the last fibers in his muscles. His winged beasts also screeched at the sight of a stable until at long last they were walking into the small walls of the cartel ran outpost. <br><br>The inn was a welcomed sight, he turned to the druid before excusing himself.<br><strong>"I'll be down by the chimney soon, if I find out you have gone out on your own in the morning I wish you the best luck. The spirits are restless and speak of ill omens." </strong><br>With a "horde" salute, he departed. The next hour was spent, bathing, changing and treating wounds before he was down seeking a roasted haunch of meet and any drink that was heated to warm up his frozen core. Alliance and Horde were on "Friendly" terms at the K3 outpost or risk a beating by the goblin bruisers, as small as they where, they still packed a vicious punch. Finding a seat by the fire he sat, back to the flame before he closed his eyes and meditated to clear his mind and rest his body. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 12:43:13</strong>
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				Too tired, and still trying to retain what little energy and power she had left, she summoned her drake to the edge of the cliff side.&nbsp; The great beast landed next to her her, rustling its sapphire hued wings as she drug herself into the saddle and hooked her feet to anchor herself in place.&nbsp; She caught sight of the shaman and his wyvern gliding on the same path and guided the drake down.&nbsp; Every part of her ached, and her body craved food and rest.&nbsp; After stabling her drake, she turned her head as the Orc approached her again.&nbsp; <strong>"May the Goddess watch over you,"</strong> Breidaia murmured, matching his salute with that of her people.&nbsp; Here they were neither Horde nor Alliance, forced the two factions into an uneasy truce when in the K3 Outpost.&nbsp; <br><br>She approached the Innkeeper, offering him coin for the things she needed.&nbsp; Much like everyone here, she slid into a warm bath, changed into her clothes, leaving most of her possessions in her room.&nbsp; Already her healing magic had taken care of most of her wounds, a few more gashes from the giant Proto-drake's claws adding to her arsenal of battle scars.&nbsp; Descending from her room, seeking out food she settled in to eat.&nbsp; They had chosen completely different places in the room she noticed, and licked her lips.&nbsp; Both of their Circles ran together, and she knew that her actions had almost cost them both their lives.&nbsp; Even with the roaring fire, she felt a chill and stood slowly.&nbsp; <br><br>Moving across the room, she slid into a chair across from the Orc.&nbsp; Silent, she waited for him to finish his meditation- knowing the importance of such a thing... But she did owe him an apology... Provided she could muster enough truth to actually mean it.&nbsp; Everything was uneasy between any Horde and Alliance member, she was just lucky enough to be able to share the skill to get over the language barrier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 19:52:53</strong>
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				His eyebrows tightened into almost a knot against his face, giving hint that whatever had entered his mind was troubling. Lips moved silently as if he was repeating the words he was hearing, the flame around him crackled as if it spoke to him and did if there where those who new the element's language. He trembled in fear, sweat forming at his forehead before he opened his eyes in a panic. The milky colored eyes faded back to their light amber color as he took a breath of relief. So wrapped up in what he had seen, the elf sitting across from him had gone unnoticed until he caught his breath. <br>"He says the world will burn..."<br>Gor'ja muttered lowly, barely audible. <br><br>With worry wracked across his features he looked up at the night elf and let his features soften. His large green hand reached for a water skin to drink deeply for a few swigs. <br>"Are you one to pay attention to prophecies from deranged old seers or would you dismiss them?"<br>He asked, willing to share what he had seen and heard in his mind's eye. In that moment he did want her goddess to look over them, everyone. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 21:55:03</strong>
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				She picked slowly at her food, finding the meditation the Orc was doing much more interesting than her meal.&nbsp; Her own movements stilled the more agitated the Shaman became until she set down the utensils, near ready to reach out to rouse him.&nbsp; He opened his eyes, the sheen of sweat on his face not from any fire they had chosen to sit near.&nbsp; It was eerie to see the milky color of blindness in his eyes fade to the tawny amber as he took breath to calm himself.&nbsp; She sat silently, her lips pressed in a thin line until he murmured a phrase she did not understand.&nbsp; <em>'The world will burn...?'</em> She mouthed, almost uncertain she had heard correctly as he was quiet in his utterance of its syllables.&nbsp; There were many stories passed down in her lifetime, and each had symbolic phrase of burning worlds- but she was not set in her understanding of his speech.<br><br><strong>"My people have long since learned to accept those of our seers, at least in some part.&nbsp; Goddess call me a fool if I were to dismiss them,"</strong> She made a hand movement against it, leaning forward across the table. <strong>"Why did you see that caused you such distress?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 23:46:33</strong>
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				<strong>"We can not be here...we must return to our homes...and warn our people before those we lose back home dwarf those we lose against your foolish campaign here in Northrend! The world will burn...fall apart and leave only ruin." </strong><br><br>She had seemed willing to listen to the words his mentor had shared with him in his vision, panic was kept suppressed as he spoke it word by word. He looked at her and sighed, sharing an idea that would make him look like a deserter to the Earthen Ring. <br><strong>"The world, seems like it would split apart, I am sure you have heard of the tremors as well...I am now sure nothing in the great library can tell us why. I have full faith in him, in Drek'tar and I feel I must return to warn my warchief..." </strong><br>He looked at her, curious if this would be where this is where their paths would split. <br><strong>"Lemme show you..."</strong><br>His hand was moved towards her forehead, closing her eyes before he placed the images he had seen of Azeorth consumed in flames! The World tree, Hyjal itself under siege by men in purple tunics wielding an unknown insignia. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 08:51:07</strong>
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				He was asking her to believe in him and abandon the quest that she had been put on by her Order.&nbsp; Where the answers best to give up and try to save her people... All her people, and his?&nbsp; She nodded slowly in agreement.&nbsp; It would be more important to save their people as a whole now, and as soon as possible.&nbsp; He offered his his visions and reached for her.&nbsp; Her eyes flickered, slightly wary of him even in their unsteady partnership.&nbsp; His fingertips touched her eyelids, and she let them slide closed beneath the pressure.&nbsp; Her breath caught as her mind tried to wrap around what she was seeing.<br><br>Breidaia had near the same reaction he did, sweat beading on her forehead.&nbsp; Her lids fluttered as the images progressed, her body felt the heat of the flame that engulfed the whole of the world.&nbsp; She gasped, wrapping her fingers reaching for the closest thing to her and wrapping them around the Shaman's wrists.&nbsp; She jerked, her silver eyes opening wide- meeting his.&nbsp; <strong>"Azeroth will burn... How will it happen? Why?"</strong> The night elf murmured, not releasing him as she tried to process what she had just seen.&nbsp; <strong>"Everyone must be warned..."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 20:05:07</strong>
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				<strong>"I do not know...but I agree with you, we must leave this forsaken wasteland...but you should be aware of the risks. We disobey our respective leaders, but I know I must do this."</strong><br>Almost as if the wasteland wished to stop their journey a howling wind swept against the goblin architecture, the sound of goblins scrambling to tie things down as the weather pounded them with fresh inches of snow and harsher wind. <br><br>"It's a storm, lock it up!"<br>A goblin bruiser came in ordering the innkeeper, the staff quickly closing down windows and other security measures to keep every patron safe for the duration. Gor'ja's face twisted in a displeased and partially grateful manner, as eager as he was to get back south he knew that they where both exhausted.<br><br><strong>"I will do what I can to find us transport, perhaps a mercenary ship for I know the Warchief no longer sends ships out here without escort due to the Vrykul's savagery...I will be down here as soon as the storm calms, I suggest you rest well if at all possible. Do not let these images burden your mind, or you will go mad." </strong><br>He gave the druid a bit of advice, he know how those of the circle burdened themselves with the job of cleansing the plague but she could not do anything to prevent what would soon rip the land apart only warn and pray it would save lives!<br><br>The long campaign had weakened both sides severely, ships of needed supplies still came but eager and willing adventures were waning. He nodded and stood, making his way to a goblin in a corner, the cartels always were willing to work with anyone at a price. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 06:24:37</strong>
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				Breidaia nodded with each word, mind still reeling from the desperate images she saw in his visions.&nbsp; <strong>"I will go with you, if only with the hope that we can prevent even the smallest possibility of those images coming true,"</strong> She touched her forehead, rubbing the furrow of her brow.&nbsp; Her silver eyes closed and she blow out a long, slow breath leaning back in her chair.&nbsp; The night elf felt old now, like the weight of the world had decided now was the best time to burden her with its problems.&nbsp; Her long purple fingers curled together, and she leaned on the table with a quiet movement.<br><br>The call to lock up in the sight of the storm made her look up, and she met the Orc Shaman's name with a nod. <strong>"My mind races, it feels the burden keenly.&nbsp; Thank you for your words, my friend,"</strong> The Druid said, standing slowly from her chair as the Shaman stood and moved away. Her eyes shifted over the blaze, feeling a shadow of the former terror before she turned away.&nbsp; To see Azeroth burn in her mind's eye, it worried her.&nbsp; She moved slowly, methodically to her rented quarters.&nbsp; When she finally fell into sleep, she remembered and dreamed of nothing the Orc had shown her thankfully.<br>___________________________________<br><br>Waking the next morning, she still recalled the visions shared with her- but her dreams had stilled her worries.&nbsp; There was time to save her people, perhaps prevent a bit of the madness.&nbsp; Gathering herself, and her things- she returned downstairs in the morning.&nbsp; Her hair dangled loose, unbraided while she ate her morning meal at the table by the fire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 00:09:06</strong>
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				He had awaken earlier than usual that morning, arranging talks and negations with the goblins of K3 and their endless connections. Gor'ja did not have a lot of gold but he had something goblins could deny less than gold, a favor to cash in. The owner of the keep all but hissed at the orc as he managed to talk his way to what he wanted. <br>"I will give you passage to the "Blockade Runner" but you need to convince the captain to let you use his ship and crew!"<br>The goblin shrill voice made it obvious he was not pleased in loading his modified rocket ship with an orc and a nightelf. The shaman nodded his head and thanked him as the night elf came down for breakfast. He greeted her, packing his things up and ready to go at last he moved up to her. <br><br><strong>"Good morning, the weather is clear for now, we must make haste, I have arranged for transport to the northern edges of this wasteland, hopefully we can work a deal with the ship's captain that runs from the dangerous ports." </strong><br>The "Blockade Runner" was one of the most well known ships, known for outrunning alliance and horde ships, sometimes at the same time. It was crewed by one very lean Pandaeran captain, Captain Redale and his crew of elvs, orcs and trolls. They where not a mercenary nor pirate ship exactly, but Captain Redale had hit the open seas like all pandaerans to sale the open seas and ports for a better brew. Sometimes those brews made him a lot of money, delivering them to horde and alliance outpost who wanted nothing else in the world but a mug of dark iron stout or Mulgore sour wine. <br><br>Waiting for her to get ready they where soon zipping through the chilling cold in a ship he never wished to ride ever again! The wizened shaman actually felt sick to his stomach by the zooming machine until they where shoved out of the air ship with parachutes! He looked ill, looking over to the night elf at how she had fared. A warning bell was being sounded by the crew on duty, the two of them would be landing into hostile territory until they smoothed everything over, or they would be killed.<br><strong>"Do not engage them, they are much more ruthless then legend and this ship is the best way to get back to the mainland, the captain well be at ease once he sees what in that bag I gave you!" </strong><br>Within the bag was plenty of chill barely and savage hops from all over northrend, the perfect exotic ingredients for a great brew. All pandas where the same, you could get away with murder if given something rare to make their next beer. He had given it to the elf since having it presented by a tight and busty looking night elf would be the icing on the cake! <br><br><div align="center">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Elvendestroyer.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 22:27:27</strong>
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				She had eaten little of the hearty breakfast they'd placed in front of her. It was simply more than her stomach cared to handle for the moment. She sipped the inside-turning mead, scrubbing at her violet hued face. The last remnants of sleep fell away and she was left only with the stark reality of their current mission. Was it a mistake? Mayhap in the end but they would not know until they reache the next leg of their journey. The footfalls of her companion were not hard to pick from the rest of the patrons- few as they were at this hour. She inclined her head in acceptance of his words- thanking the Goddess for clear weather. Such things in this area were a blessing however rare.<br><br>Breidaia felt apprehension keenly, and stooped down- retrieving her backpack in one hand. She followed him through the snow, wrapping her furred cloak tighter around herself to ward of the cold seeping into her bones where she had once felt flames consuming Azeroth. The ship was not something she found she enjoyed, and saw the fleeting expression of nausea crossing the rugged features of the Orc. There was an unsteady feeling of companionship and she smiled, feeling he same affects of this vessel's speed on her own insides. She warily approached the edge when it came time to disembark the ship- eyes showing a little more white than usual. Flying on a gryphon was one thing, making a harrowing self-inflicted dive off this less than sturdy craft was another. <br><br>Tiny hands pushed her unceremoniously off the end before she could completely the do I do I not circle jerk of thoughts. Her insides fluttered, and she clamped down a sound of surprise, trying not to be a pessimist at the workmanship of the parachute fluttering above her head as they fell. She met the Shaman's gaze with a grim little smile, hearing the piercing wail of an alarm even before her booted feet hit the ground. The night elf stared at him in horror, steeling herself against the urge to strangle him. Her moonlit eyes flickered from the Orc to the oncoming hostile persons. She held out her hands, giving him a stare over her shoulder. She caught onto his scheme easily enough.<br><br><strong>"Greetings, I have come to see your Captain. I bring him a gift to ease our passing,"</strong> the female said, making a small show of her curves- if only to her advantage. She shot the Orc an amused, secretive smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 20:19:53</strong>
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				The shaman landed and immediately they found themselves surrounded by the crew of the "Blockade Runner", a group of bloodthirsty looking orcs, trolls and elves of every kind (Blood, high and night). Gor'ja's intiatl reaction was to call upon the elements but one hostile move would result in their death since they where so outnumbered. The orc grunted, confirming the words of the druid. One of the crew members walked off, alerting the captain of the vessel. The group parted for the respected panderan, commanding his sailors back to their posts.<br><br>"What you got for me lass?"<br>The Panda said kindly, with such a cheerful tone that it seemed impossible that his reputation was so well known as feared blockade runners. He eyed the bag and stuck out his large paw for her to hand them over. Peeking inside of the satchel he buried his nose into it and took a deep sniff. "What do you want for these?" He asked, looking at the two of them, the tension melting away since it became obvious the brew-master really wanted what was in the bag.<br><strong><br>"We only want a ride to the mainland, any port will do. No Horde or Alliance ships have left or we leave the ice land."</strong> Gor'ja said, the captain looked at the two, expecting more but smiled when he noticed that was it. "Deal! Stay below deck in the guest cabins or you will be put to work." The captain offered before walking off to his quarters with a quick step, commanding a crew member to ready his stills! <br><br>Gor'ja turned towards her with an disbelieving look. <strong>"That was easy..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 20:32:05</strong>
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				Her eyes flickered, a little bit off set by the cheerful manner of the Captain. It was half startling and more so, she was grateful that they wouldn't have to fight when this outnumbered. Breidaia managed a smile, stepping back to be abreast with the Shaman. It wasn't exactly what she had expected. When the panda left, taking off with the offering- she caught his gaze. <strong>"That had to be too easy..."</strong><br><br>She shook her head and moved toward the guest quarters. <strong>"Do you trust them to get us there in one piece, Gor'ja?"</strong> The bustle looked normal, and she tried to ignore a couple of the more appreciative glances in her direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cycle of Hatred? A Warcraft Story (TGT and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 06:04:14</strong>
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				<strong>"Well they might be blockade runners but I have not heard them of being pirates, even if they have that look to them. As long as we get to a port I will be happy."</strong> Gor'ja said as they where lead to the quarters the captain had offered them. After the events of the last few days he was not about to argue. <br><br>The orc and night elf where alone for the most part and the sailing smooth for a long time until an alarm bell began to ring on deck. Gor'ja was up on his feet after a few hours of lounging around doing anything. <strong>"What the hell is going on?" </strong>He asked Breidaia, not expecting an answer in return since she was below deck with him. The boat began to rock back and forth violently, something was wrong, severely wrong! <br><br>Far off a black figure had taken to the sky, but it was the aftermath of its appearance that had all hands on the ship panicking. calm waters had shifted to violent waves and a tropical storm that no sailor ever wished to face. 
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