[b]The Rhonin Diaries
Authors: Phenomina, Lokann, Valleera, Izhara, Darkside, klheart, Juggynaut, Amuno, Mistreseliza, Partsier, Drawz, trulte, Sarlac, DaLeetPower, Radio, Valleera, Miled995, Irollmyface, gunner_recall, Arkinia, Gostomysl, Gaaran, Valistryx, willjones410, Tirrath Forestwind
Artists: Elementium, Amuno, Lokann, klheart
original thread: http://www.mmo-champion.com/general-...honin-diaries/
[b]Part 1: Call of KnaackazuluIt was a beutiful early morning day, Rhonin had woken early and headed downstairs to eat some delicious cereal. The sun was shining into the kitching only to be outdone by the shine gleaming back from Rhonin's hair almost blinding the sun, the sun retreated back a bit giving way to some shade.
There was a knock at the door. " This early? " Rhonin mused to himself.. would he need to save the world before he had his balanced breakfast... the thought amused him. With a pursing of his lip he gave the door a sturn look almost intimidating it to open itself, the door obliged, it knew what had happened to the other doors who weren't as quick to react... they lay as fire wood.
There was an Orc and Draenei at the door.... the Draenei clearly wise beyond her years strolled into the house. The Draenei was busy resisting the urge to remove her clothing in the presence of Rhonin so the Orc stepped forward and interjected. " Rhonin! We need you to save the world! "
Vereesa had woken and come downstairs... her eyes glared at the Draenei in jealousy however she was not able to do much, she had lost her bow 5 years ago when meeting Rhonin and had not replaced it yet... she scurried back upstairs muttering.
" So! " exclaimed Rhonin " It appears that it's time to kick ass and chewbubble gum " the Orc and Draenei looked at each other.. shrugged then looked back towards Rhonin " Whats Bubblegum" the Orc exclaimed?
" Stupid newbs " Rhonin smirked, looking over to his Raptor army, they were busy snickering at visitors /brofisting each other with a few chest bumps.
" Well Orc! spit it out what is this dire emergency, My Captain Crunch is gettin soggy and my patience running thin! " The Orc new he didn't want to have his nose busted on this day so he stepped forward and said....
The Orc knew he didn't want to have his nose busted on this day so he stepped forward and said "Master Rhonin, the world needs your help once again. The shaman have sensed a terrible disturbance among the elements." The Draenei nodded, lending credence to the Orc's words. Rhonin took a piece of pink, rubbery mass from his pocket and chewed on it absent-mindedly. "What kind of disturbance?"
"We believe it to be unnatural. Unfortunately we are unable to pinpoint what it is exactly. In any case, it must be some sort of sinister presence," stated the Draenei. The archmage nodded, accepting her wisdom.
"Well, " Started the Orc "Thrall has decided that it's time to put aside the differences between Alliance and Horde once and for all, but we've hit a snag." The Orc looked at the floor a moment, scuffing his boot on the Firewood planks.
Rhonin sighed exasparatedly and rolled his eyes "Out with it man. Is Garrosh whining again, is Wrynn still making trouble? I can do a lot but changing these two minds will take me at least half an afternoon." Rhonin knew, it would take at least that much time to stop Wrynn from reminiscing about his time as Lo'Gosh and trying to boost his ego so he'd be able to see his gorgeous red hair in the eye.
"No... not really. It's Vol'Jin and Mekkatorque." Came the answer. The Orc had taken time to position himself near Rhonin's favourite vase, maneuvering it between him and the master mage to enable himself a little buffer. "They refuse to join in the talks if they can't have their capital cities back. And well... At least the Gnome has a decent excuse because his bedroom has been taken over by elites and all..."
"... But because Mekkatorque has a demand, so does the silly blue troll... I see... Well, I think I can get this piggie washed even before my hair loses its wonderful morning lustre." Rhonin rubbed the little beard he sported, and made him look oh so manly and rugged, and then nodded to the Orc "Tell your boss I'll be over in a minute. I still have the Captain to adress."
Rhonin hefted his silvered spoon, catching it in the light coming in from the window and sat down, dismissing the Orc for now...
"Who... what was the female?" asked Vereesa. "And how could you stoop so low as to speak with mere Orcs!"
"She was a Draenei, a member of a noble race older than even your own. As for the Orc... He wouldn't be able to do much harm. I have prepared my defensive spells last night, but I never got to use them." He stared at her accusingly. "What? I really did have a headache," she said unconvincingly. He would never lose his admiration or love for her however. He knew she felt the same way about him.
"I saw the... Draenei... eying you, husband." Rhonin chuckled. "Can you blame her?" The Elf laughed in her clear voice. "No, I really cannot."
Rhonin was dissapointed.... after all he had done for Mekkatorque he was still whing. " I build those pukes a glorious Tram to travel and it's still not enough? " blowing bubbles with his pink rubbery substance. Vereesa gave him a puzzled look " You did my love? " had it been anyone else that questioned him he would have incinerated them on the spot.. but not Vereesa his love.
Rhonin leaned in close to whisper so that his guests would not hear.. " Do you remember that council meeting in Ironforge we had after we had dinner at your parents? " Vereesa nodded. " Well.. your moms cooking isn't very good and caused a great unsettling in my stomach... So I had stowed away to a remote area in Ironforge to relieve the pressure in my guts " Vereesa gasped " You didn't! "
" I couldn't help it dear... I aimed my fanny away from Ironforge and purged the demon's from my anus the force cut a swathe of destruction through the ground which is now the route travelled via tram " * Ahem * the Draenei interjected. " Shall we be on our way dear Rhonin? " Rhonin knew it was time to go he ran upstairs and packed his survival kit, it consisted of a loincloth and some hair products.
As the companions set forth to Ironforge Vereesa ran out for Rhonin " Please let me join you on this mission! " Rhonin laughed " Who then would have dinner waiting for me when I arrived home? " he patted her on the head and gestured for her to return inside. " Hop on a Raptor Orc... the Draenei she rides with me " he smiled as the group headed for Ironforge
On the road to Ironforge, however, the mountains shook, and a deep voice echoed as a gigantic humanoid clockwork robot lumbered into view, "I told you landlubbers I was going to improvise." Rhonin's eyes went wide as his massive intellect, dwarfed only by the splendor of his fiery hair, processed who the speaker was.
Vereesa reached for her bow, forgetting that she had lost it back during the Day of the Dragon and never thought to get another, so captivated was she by her husband's rugged good looks and rapid advancement through the Kirin Tor hierarchy.
As smite readys his attack, rhonin puts on a monocle and casts flare! While smite is blinded, vereesa kills one of the raptors sorrounding rhonin and uses it's femur to fashion a bow, she plucks one of rhonins fiery red hairs for a bow string and prays her one arrow hits him. Just as she was about to shoot, drek'thar runs in with a /brofist yelling " don't hurt this cow!" apparently he join DHETA, dispite being a warrior. Rohnin says " your fired" and summons a unseen force to blow them away. All the dranei and elf bowed at his leet awesomeness, but he didn't care, he was missing a strand of hair.
The Orc ran after the swept away Drek'thar he had been a fan of his for ages and was not going to pass up a chance at an autograph.
Rhonin pulled out his survival kit and grabbed his comb, this was no ordinary comb... During the War of the Ancients Cenarius had molded this comb from wood.. a gift to Rhonin for sparing his life. It was the only thing strong enough to pass through the intense red heat emitted from Rhonin's hair. The group waited 3 hours as he brushed his locks.
In the Horizon a dwarf headed there way. " Got room for a dwarf in this rag tag party ye be havin'? " Rhonin asked the dwarf his name name but he already knew... he knows everything. " Ya can call me Tenderheart Friendlybrew " the group snickered exchanging /brofists and chestbumps.
" We must find out what Smite was after! " The Draenei chimed in " but first we need to locate that Orc Trilokvia O'rcann who has ran off after Drek'thar!
Thrall sat back down into his chair, he was clearly tired from battle, it was the third time this week that a group of 25 - 40 random Alliance races had rushed into Ogrimmar with sights of claiming Thrall's head, this latest group Gnomeland Security they called themselves had been just as unsuccessful. Thrall had heard one of them mention being rewarded a bear for his head and couldn't help wonder what sort of sick person had put them up to that task. Either way there were more important things to worry about.
Thrall looked over his shoulder, with a sigh of relief he spotted Garrosh playing with his toy train set in the corner where he had left him before the battle occured. He had told his best friend that he would take care of his son no matter what the cost and Thrall intended to keep that promise.
" Acckkkk Arghhhh " Garrosh began flailing around as if some invisible force was choking the life out of him, Thrall whirling around expecting too see an Assassin of some kind working his sinister magic . Saurfang had rushed out due to the commotion and took one look at Garrosh and shook his head. With a heavy slap on the back Garrosh spit out something that had been lodged in his throat.
Thrall picked up the item... covered in spit and applesauce it was a cart from the toy train. " Sowwy Thrall, It looked so Yummy cause it wuz red " coughed out Garrosh. Just then Thrall had realized when Grom had not wanted to spend anytime with his son... he was clearly a r'tard. " Thrall! " Vol'jin charged in " Sylvanas is here she wishes a moment of your time she says it's of great importance "
Thrall looked at the helpless Garrosh and secretly hoped he would find a way to off himself while he was away in this meeting, he looked up to Saufang and nodded. Saurfang knew he was on babysitting duty. Thrall left his quarters to meet Sylvanas but what could she want!
He met the former High Elf halfway down the path from Grommash Hold to the entrance to the darkened haven for outcasts that had been named the Drag. Despite being undead Sylvanas still retained her curvaceous figure. That was where her likeness with her living form ended though. The eyes that had once been blue like summer skies were now silver, her once gloriously golden hair blackened, with streaks of silver. Her complexion changed too, from a peach color to the steely gray of a winter sky.
"Banshee Queen," muttered Thrall through clenched teeth, obviously disgusted by his "ally". "Warchief," she said with equal hatred. "What do you want from us?" asked the shaman. "My magi have sensed a dark force brooding somewhere. We believe it to be a mysterious, malign entity bent on destroying both the Horde and Alliance," retorted the Dark Lady, her eyes narrowing.
"Aye, the shaman of Orgrimmar have sensed it too." It was true, even Thrall himself could feel the shadow of darness enveloping the lands under his rule. They hadn't been able to pinpoint its exact location or even origin so far, yet they were still concentrating on this task.
"Is there noone who could possibly save us?" asked the Banshee Queen, tilting her head and letting a lock of silvery-black hair fall out of her dark hood.
A sound almost completely beyond the range of hearing made them both turn their heads towards the large bonfire that had been erected about twenty feet far from the entrance to Grommash Hold. There, a shimmering portal was opening. Through it stepped a familiar figure, her blond locks shining like the sun, with purple robes tightly hugging her figure. She was carrying a staff with a glowing tip that was casting a greenish tint on everything that was visible despite the bonfire's presence.
"Jaina..." Thrall said, surprise clearly evident on his face. "Why have you come?" "I too have sensed the disturbance, old friend," stated the stunningly beautiful mage. "I am not sure what exactly it is, but it seems to be centered around the Dark Portal." "The gateway..." muttered Thrall, shocked. Jaina nodded. "But who can save us in this darkest of hours?" cried out Thrall. "Let me go, Warchief. I shall assemble my most trusted guards and ascend the dark path of the Portal." Thrall shot Sylvanas with a look, instantly silencing her. "No, Dark Lady. This is beyond the scope of powers of any of us. We need someone more powerful, preferably ruggedly handsome. I just cannot think of anyone..."
" I may know of someone " Jaina reluctently blurted out. Thrall and Sylvanas turned awaiting the name of the would be Hero. " It's someone of extreme power and rugged handsomness " Jaina fell into a flashback memory of her years in mage school
It was the first day of class and Jaina had arrived early in hopes of gaining the favor of her teachers she had prepared notes and had even conjured up an Apple to brown nose with. She was busy at her locker putting away her bag when a boy a young red head with fierce eyes slipped up the locker next to her " Meet me in the washroom so that I might have my way with you " the boy said. Yet Jaina had no urge to slap him she wanted to obey him she couldn't explain the rush she felt when he looked at her.
" Rhonin get to class! " shouted the principal, not wanting to get in trouble Rhonin rushed off to class, before he left he turned back to Jaina and thrusted his pelvis out with the force of 1000 demons and winked, the force knocked Jaina to the ground. " Who was that boy! " she gasped out to another girl who had been blown over by the hip gyration. " They call him Van Wild Rhonin Party Liason " the student informed her... " Rhonin eh...
she pursed her lips " I look forward to getting on top of him.. err... to know him " she blurted out.
" Snap out of it Jaina! " Thrall shouted shaking Jaina out of her daydream " The name give us the name " She collected herself together, palms sweaty from thinking about him " Rhonin his name is Rhonin " Jaina sensed a bit of jealousy in Thrall " For the record he did have his way with me! Rhonin-Style " Thrall huffed... " your sure this Human is as magical as you say? " " I am certain of it " Jaina replied. Sylvanas leaned in to Jaina " If you don't mind could I get his number It's been awhile " the girls giggled and exchanged a /brofist...
"What are you giggling about?" asked Thrall, concern and jealousy clearly readable on his broad green face. "Oh, it's nothing," retorted Jaina dreamily. The Warchief snorted. "Well, are you able to contact this mage of yours?" "I might have some difficulties..." Jaina admitted. "You see, he likes to keep for himself. He's become a lonesome rider and doesn't want anything getting in the way of his family." "So what do you want us to do?" asked Thrall. "You cannot really influence it, I may be able to convince him to join the fray, however," replied Jaina. The Warchief felt a pang of jealousy. He had never found the one, a kindred soul who would share her life and bed with him. He thought Jaina well suited for the role, yet... No, he found it better not to dwell on such thoughts.
"Do it then," Thrall said, a bit more gruffly than he had intended. "As you wish, friend." Jaina put a soft hand on one of the Warchef's massive shoulderpads. He touched it lightly with the tips of his thick green fingers, his heart racing. Oh spirits, how he loved her. And yet he knew she would not, could not be his.
"I'd best be going then," muttered Jaina, softly, almost in a whisper. "Farewell..." replied Thrall in a soft voice.
While the horde and alliance are dealing with their infinitesimal issues, Rhonin smokes a pipe while humming a familiar tune. The sound of his humming helps distract himself from his burden of single-handedly keeping the city afloot with his mind. Rhonin aknoweledges the warmth his flaming red hair gives to the city. Rhonin's hair brings an eternal summer on Dalaran while the lands around him are dead and frozen. He ponders what he should do next. Perhaps building a school for needy orphans. Or maybe destroy Saregas with one quick flip of his hair. Suddenly a graceful nightelf druid burst through door, panting
"oh great one!" she pants.
"What is it youngin?" he asks despite the fact she was one thousand three hundred thirty-seven years older than he. With a sudden swoosh of Rhonins hair the poor night elf lost the air she tried so hard to regain.
"Darkness... Thrall... Jaina... need you..." as her last words slip out of her mouth she collapeses to the floor.
"I guess this world needs me once again!" he confindently states to himself while grabbing his comb.
As Rhonin left and made his way to the Outhouse (where only he was permitted, due to the fact the toilet only worked if the sitter had ass-hairs that were fiery, burning and beautiful), he stretched and assumed several positions to give his hair optimal moonlight and ruggedness, thus increasing Rhonin's power as well. On a side note, as he stretched, a powerful demon in the twisting nether exploded into a fine, bloody mist that spelt the mysterious words "Dude, Brah", causing the lesser demons to /brofist and chest bump in worship of their new, powerful, fiery red-headed god.
Having finishing with his hair power-up, (which took several episodes and had the odd effect of causing Rhonins' hair to stand straight up in long, gelled spikes and turn redder) Rhonin strolled thru the sleeping city of Dalaran at a leisurely pace. While he strolled, his hair sent out shockwaves that affected many of the sleeping citizens mind. Throughout the city, many of its' peoples began sleepwalking. As they sleptwalked, they did as many sleeping /brofists and /chestbumps as they could. (After this night was over, many of them found they had a strange disease called cancer)
Having made it to the Outhouse, Rhonin entered and began to begin (Knaak, lol) the ritual of Destination of Immenint Creature Kooperation. As the sounds of grunts, more grunts, plops and Ker-plunk's abounded inside the Outhouse, a strange aura appeared and surrounded the old, wooden structure. With a Massive BOOOOOOOOOM!-splosion, the outhouse disappeared.
Far away in Orgrimmar two guards standing guard to the entrance of Orgrimmar (another poke at Knaak's sentence structure), one an Orc and the other a troll, stare at an strange wooden shack that wasn't there before. With a small creak, the door slowly opens.
Rhonin awoke from his snooze and wondered who the elf was in his dream was... it's didnt matter her message was clear, he was needed to save the day again and he WOULD. He looked around for his friends and seen that the Draenei was heading back to camp holding Trilokvia by the ear speaking in some ancient Draenish language. Rhonin understood though he had written all languanges when he was time travelling, he sat up and snickered and the scolding the Orc was getting.
" Hurry back lass lets get a move on " scoffed Tenderheart ( T.H ) as we nicknamed him; was a very impatient dwarf... " Mah stomachs been growing for days! A frien' o mine operates a Taco shop in Ironforge goes by the name of Gunner let's head there "
The group agreed they had rested enough... Rhonin turned to see Vereesa was still there... " WTF are you still here for " Rhonin lashed out," I have already told you once " he shook his fist. Vereesa knew from the past that she was in line for a fist-mouth sandwhich and turned to run.. With a pursing of his lips Rhonin teleported her back home the sounds of " F uuuuuuu " could be heard in the air.
Now with Vereesa gone Rhonin turned to the young and gorgeous but 10,000 year old Draenei it was time to claim his prize, he walked up to the Draenei and politely asked " Excuse me, can you tell me if this loincloth smell like chloroform? " he held it up to her nose. With a Wind Shear the Draenei redirected the smell of the fumes knocking TH on his ass, she had fallen for this trick before but not today! " Won't work dude! you need to snag her in her sleep with a Burlap sack, that's what I do " added Trilokvia showing Rhonin the sack he kept in his bag. " Pick up T.H you goons and get on your raptors! "
The group rode hard to the gates of Iron Forge! At last they had made it, but now needed some rest.....
However rest would not come easily to the adventurers, for they noticed smoke coming out of the half-closed gates of the mighty Dawrven bastion. "Oh gods..." murmured Rhonin, quickly casting a spell to allow him and the group to breathe despite the noxious fumes. Cautiously they approached the gates.
The stench was overwhelming, despite Rhonin's spell. Still, the group advanced to face the horrors within the mountain. They quickly noticed the ravaged corpses of Dwarves, soldiers and civilians alike. The magma usually contained in the bowels of the city had risen and was forming rivers of molten rock all across the underground streets. They could hardly breathe now due to the combined stench of decay and burning flesh.
"What happened here?" asked Trilokvia. "Is it not obvious, simpleton?" retorted Rhonin. "This is the work of the black dragonflight! Let us make haste to the royal chambers." Tenderheart wanted to object at first, but Rhonin's commanding presence and rugged good looks quickly silenced him. The mage's stern eyes locked them all in a piercing gaze, rendering them unable to disobey any of his commands. Thus the adventurers followed the archmage's guidance.
As they reached King Magni's quarters, Rhonin heaved a sigh of relief. The royal chambers were locked and barred from within, suggesting that the king might still be alive...
" I have an Idea, make some room " Rhonin shouted, he crouched down " I'm going to enter the Emerald Dream and float through these walls " Rhonin said. " I read on wowwiki that was Uhmm.. a druid thing? Trilokvia piped up clearly confused. " That site is filled with bad information Orc! I created the F'ing Emerald Dream it's an extension of my brain power I just let druids and Dragon's loiter in there " Rhonin began to focus but was interrupted by T.H " What about these fires the lava! "
Rhonin turned to the Dwarf clearly annoyed... " Must I do everything? Look I need some supplies! Trilokvia get me a scale from Old Crafty the fish, T.H and the Draenei go get me a Taco fully loaded from Gunner... This plan might just be crazy enough to WORK! " he laughed before returning to his meditation.
The Orc wandered the halls of Ironforge avoiding lava as best he could searching for Ol' Crafy some of the commoners saw the hulking Orc and screamed and ran back to there homes, finally he stumbled into a forlorn cavern where he caught side of a fish sitting in the back of the pool, he was perched up reading a copy of the Ironforge times. The fish and Orc exchanged looks a mental chess match being played. " I'm going to need a scale fish " Trilokvia informed the fish " Kiss me F'ing a$$ " the Fish replied before darting into the water.. Trilokvia growled and dove in after the fish and a disturbing brawl broke out between the two. Things were looking grim for the Orc as the fish had him in a choke hold under the water... his breath fading. then he remembered a move he had been taught by the Draenei... with all his power he lept out of the water tossing the fish in the air the orc jumped and performed a roundhouse kick rendering the fish unconcious.
" Roadhouse " Trilokvia said triumphantly.
" Here we are lass " TH pointed towards the Taco shack it was amazingly still in tact, the two ran in charged up to the counter. " Can I help Ya " the dwarf asked this was clearly Gunner as he had posters of himself plastered all over the restaurant. " We are needin' a Taco! it's of great importance " TH added. Gunner got busy crafting up the finest Taco the world has ever seen.. " Cheese " he asked " Lettuce?, " Gunner asked " Sure whatever just hurry! " The Draenei trying to install a bit of urgency into the situation. " Did you want to upsize your drink " " No please! just make the dam taco " she scoffed. Gunner taking offense to this seemed to slow down adding cheese 1 strand at a time... finally he finished. " $16g please " he added. the Draenei looked at TH " Well... pay the man " TH shrugged " I a'int got no money "
" FFS " she shouted she ran out of the taco stand to the nearest Blacksmith and sold some of her armor in exhcange for the money needed for the Taco. When she got back she tossed the money at Gunner and swiped the Taco " Lets go! " " Thanks for coming! " Gunner shouted as they headed out the door.
Trilokvia headed back wish his fish in tote, he paused and sniffed the air around him... something wasn't right. He drew his weapon, perhaps the fish had friends he thought to himself. Suddenly a blast of white smoke covered his eyes blinding him " Fear the wrath of Edis " a Night Elf assassin had crept out of the shadows poke at slashing at Trilokvia with his daggers. In pain the Orc wildy swung catching Edis under the chin and knocking the Elf unconcious. Not wanting to cause a panic he picked up the Elf slumped him over his shoulders and continued on they may have some use for this assassin after all.
Both parties reached Rhonin at the same time and saw he was still in meditation " RHONIN " they shouted and the fiery mage opened his eyes. " Dammit! I was dream banging some Dwarf women in there " he snarled " Magni and the others are fine! Did you get what I needed " The Orc gave him the scale and the Draenei handed him the taco.. Rhonin took these items and with some quick magic work turned them intoa great feast... which he then ate. " mmmMmmM Good " Rhonin wiped his mouth. " WTF " the group looked at each other " The Fire?! The Magma?! " they added. " I like to eat first he get off my tip " Rhonin waved his hands around snickering, pursing his lips and twitching his feiry red brows, the fires in Ironforge began to swirl around him as he sucked the life of all the flames until they were contained in a small red ball in his hands. Rhonin ate the ball and let out a burp a small tinge of smoke followed " I like Cinnimon " he smiled, he had saved the day AGAIN.
The group turned to the Night Elf who lay unconcious " WTF do we do with this guy " TH remarked....
"Most curious..." muttered the fiery-haired magus as the Orc pulled off the assassin's mask. "I seem to recall these features, but... no, it cannot be..." "Who are you refering to?" asked the Draenei, but Rhonin silenced her with a look. "I believe we have just come across a descendant of the great Kur'talos Ravencrest himself!" The blue-skinned beauty looked confused. "He was the one who rallied the Night Elves to rebel against the Highborne and the Burning Legion during the War of the Ancients!" Recognition dawned upon the Draenei's face. "Oh, I remember reading something about that... the book wasn't too good though." Rhonin dismissed the female's disapproval of the chronicles of his adventures. Many mortals, and it seems immortals too chose not to believe the story in their ignorance.
"I've knocked him out cold, he didn't really seem that tough," mused Trilokvia. Rhonin's gaze wiped the smirk off his face and imbued him with deep self-loathing for having attacked a member of such a superior lineage to his own. "You don't realise what you have done! As you struck him, some of the corruption permeating your race seeped into him, sending him to the brink of death!" Silently the Orc asked "Is there anything we can do to make him better?" Rhonin nodded. "There is a special herb that can be found in the Hinterlands. We will have to venture there to obtain it. But since time is of the essence, I'll open up a portal." He concentrated on the strands of the fabric of reality, grabbing two specially attuned ones that any other mage would be unable to grasp, and pulled the rift open. "Hurry, we do not have much time!" The Dwarf grabbed the unconsious assassin and hauled him through the portal. The Draenei followed them closely, with Rhonin and Trilokvia as the last two.
Yet just as the Orc was about to step into the shimmering portal, an earthquake shook the mountain. The strands holding the portal open vibrated... and collapsed, leaving the greenskin stranded in the middle of Ironforge. He swore under his breath. "That fool, he wouldn't even check if the portal was stable... and what about the Dwarves still trapped in the mountain? That reckless Human... though it's probably quite hard having to be a hero for the whole world and look that ruggedly good all the time. I cannot imagine the burden he has to bear, poor thing."
Thus, the Orc set off to find any survivors within the caverns, whistling merrily.
Trilokvia is exploring the caverns, hoping to help the Dwarves. He then sees a gleaming piece of parchment, and he goes to pick it up. It then seems to float upwards, and being confused by this odd occurence, he picks up a slab of rock and crushes it. Satisfied with his doing, he sits down for a moment, but the rock starts shaking, and crumbles beneath him. Surprised at this, the thinks to himself, is he really that heavy? The brightly coloured parchment suddenly floats up, and makes out some odd symbols. It urges him to follow it, and he does.
As he stumbles through the caves, following this odd thing, he notices that the area around him is closing in, but he sees an opening at the end of the tunnel. The parchment darts towards it, and dissapears out of sight. He gets on his hands and knees, and squeezing through the narrow enterance, enters a massive cavern. At the back of it, a dark figure is rocking back and forward, staring at a golden frame. He's mumbleing something, talking to the glowing parchment beside him. As Trilokvia approaches the strange figure, he realises it's a white haired Blood Elf, by the looks of it, a mage. A mage judging by the stacks of Arcane powder beside him. The picture in his hands is more recogniseable, it is of the magestic Kael'thas. The mage turns around, he's seen the Orc.
The mage's beady, emerald eyes bore into Trilokvia's soul. He looked very old, shoulder length white hair, sleek jaw, pale skin.
"8 years....I've been trapped here 8 weeks, living off my own conjured strudel. A mage can get sick of that delicious food very quickly. Heightened tastebuds, hightened expectations. Oh, I regret that day I set foot into this city, under the effects of invisibility I was. I've been here a whole 8 days. I really need a haircut, I spend a lot of money on haircuts you know. Oh my, did I say 8 days, I mean 8 months...no that can't be right. Oh my beautiful king, Kael'thas. Wants to save his people, you know, he's in Outland at this moment. You know what, I'm his consort, no wait, his spy. Brilliant minds can play tricks on you." Said the unnamed elf.
Confused, Trilokvia sat down. The mage continued, "So what's your name you great big green thing? What's your race called again...oh never mind...it's been so long. 8 days, no weeks, oh wait. That damned cave in, sealed my fate to be trapped in here forever, until you came along because of that other one. You know, I thought it was my snoring. Oh, what was your name again?" The Orc was definetly confused, eyeing up the pile of Portal and Teleportation runes on the floor.
"Aaaah I see you're looking at my collection of runes... Yes, yes, they're quite rare you know..." The Orc was getting tired of the mage's rambling. "Can you use them? Can you open a portal for me?" The Elf's thoughts seemed as disjointed as when Trilokvia had first met him. "Yes, I suppose I can... I could... But would I? That is the question now."
The Orc couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed the mage by his robes and lifted him in the air. "Now, just open the damn portal for me!" For a moment, the Elf looked composed as he observed the greenskin, snickering a bit. "Why, you're no fun anymore. And rude, if I may add. I don't think I like you, sir." A blast of raw arcane energy sent the Orc flying into the opposite wall, stunning him momentarily. "No, no, no, this will just not do..." muttered the Elf, helping the surprised Trilokvia to his feet. "Of course you may have your portal, you only have to ask politely!"
The Orc's hands were itching to bash the Elf's skull in, but he swallowed his pride. "So, would you be so kind as to open a portal for me?" The mage's smile only widened. "There is a price for you to pay. The ley lines of this place are quite strong, you may never know where the currents will take you... Yes, a price must first be paid for me to shield you during the voyage." "What do you want from me?" The Elf let loose a madcap laugh. "You are willing to face the dangers of the Nether, are you not? Well then, you must prove yourself clever enough to be able to survive them." In a swift stride he covered the room, placing his face but a couple of inches from the Orc's. "Please, answer me this riddle..."
".... which consists of 3 questions" said the elf as he took a small scroll out. "Fine I'll try to answer your triv... I mean riddle to the best of my abilities" said Trilokvia.
"What is your name?" asked the elf, Trilokvia sighed at the low difficulty of said question and said to himself "I'll be in the Hinterlands before that blasted Arch mage gets to show off again." and then he grunted out "I am Trilokvia".
"Good good" said the elf still staring at the strange scroll he held.
"What is your quest?" asked the elf, Trilokvia looked at him for a second, opened his mouth but decided to stay silent. The elf became impatient and startled him saying "Come on I'm not immortal anymore you know", and thus the orc said "I'm just following some mage that has saved the world more times than imaginable...".
The elf noticed signs of dishonesty but disregarded them, then he closed the scroll and said "Alright, here's the final and most important question....."
Almost a minute when by and the elf still hadn't made the question, when Trilokvia snapped and said "I don't have time elf! The question!"
"What is the airspeed velocity of an unlanded swallow?"
The Orc's throught went dry. Damn, damn, damn! He should have listened when the old shaman were talking about all the living creatures... His thought drifted back to basic training. All those damn boars... and the beautiful females of his generation. He knew he should have studied more, but noooooo, that damn rounded backside that always somehow turned up in front of him came to draw his attention at the worst possible times. He did remember something though...
"Come on, time is running out!" Damn, he really shouldn't have spent so much time thinking about a silly thing like that. "Tick, tock, tick... tock... tick..." His lips worked as though of their own will. "What, an Azerothian or Kalimdorean swallow?"
The mage laughed out in that mad way of his again. "Well played, sir, well played." He lifted his hands... and Trilokvia felt as though he were being pulled through a tube backwards. "At last I'm on my way!" he yelled at the screaming winds of the Nether. And then it hit him.
He hadn't told the Elf where he wanted to go...
Quickly as he was being warped in between time and space, he began to yell at the elf "HEY I DIDN'T TELL YOU WERE TO PORT ME!!", but the elf didn't respond, he was too busy taking the /brofist stance, until he noticed that the orc was still there floating in between bend space.
He grind and said "I'm still on time!", Trivlokvia sigh deeply in relieve and said "Great just send me to..." but right before he said he wanted to be ported to The Hinterlands, the elf /brofisted him and said "can't get ported without your last /brofist ever." and thus the portal closed and Trivlokvia was send into oblivion.
The only thing known of him is that his death was a quick one, but since Rhonin is all knowing and all merciful, he had casted a spell on Trivlokvia when he met at his house, right when he entered. This spell transfered Trivlokvia's soul to a graveyard of Azeroth.... and he was revived in the default graveyard of Westfall...
"AH we have finally arrived!" said Rhonin "Yes, at last" said the draenei " Rhonin, i have only traveled using a mage portal twice in my long lifetime, and that was many times rougher then the previous one i experienced. Also, I thought that using a portal was supposted to be near instant travel anyways? That trip had to take a good twenty minutes..."
"Yes that portal did last a bit longer than i expected." Said the red haired mage.
"WAIT" Said the Draenei "Where is TH?"
"OY, im here lass. But i seem to have a bit o something in my eyes and beard, i canna see a thing! What is this ooze?"
"I honestly do not know, TH ... heh" said Rhonin
"Rhonin lad can ye conjure me up some of that water to was this off?"
"No problem friend, i have something right here"
Rhonin handed the jug of water to TH and turns away thinking of their new found friend and the herbs that they need to save him. Without thinking, through merely a reflex he grabbed Cenarius's wooden comb from his robes and began to verify his tough manly hair was still in place. At that moment he heard a dull thud, looking back he was his friend, TH lying on the ground, seemingly passed out.
Rhonin cooly walked over and examined the jug.
"Chloroform" he said, "our dear friend is going to be sleeping for a while"
"Thats fine" said the Draenei "I need to take a rest anyways, im terribly sore for some reason"
"I understand" said Rhonin "After a ride like that, i would be sore too. Lets just sit here by the fire"
The Draenei started to ask "What fire?" however about that time Rhonin brushed back a single strand of his crimson manly hair, and a huge bonfire appeared before the party.
A sudden thunderous sound to the east of the party caused them to jolt to a standing position.
"He comes..." said Rhonin
Scared, the Draenei huddles next to Rhonin taking heart in knowing that Rhonin is so manly he can slam a revolving door and nothing can touch her when he is near.
".....Rhonin" came a voice.
"OMG RUN" said Rhonin to the Draenei.
Instead of running however she broke down crying thinking that her life as about to end.
"Psyche!, kekeke" said Rhonin "Im only kidding, it is our old friend, the red dragon Korialstrasz."
Rhonin ran up to Korialstrasz, and he knew what Rhonin expected..
Even though Korialstrasz was prepared he felt his age old immortal bones cracking under the pressure of the Magus Rhonin's mighty /brofist. He knew what came next... the ever present sign of men, the "chest bump"
Korialstrasz prepared for the formal greeting that he and Rhonin had adopted. But something was different today, the Mage's firey red hair and small beard that he sported was flaming much brighter then usual. Right before the impact Korialstrasz was thinking "i bet there is another thick manly head of firey crimson hair under that beard.
And suddenly Korialstrasz was flying, though not by his own means. The force of the chest bump administered by Rhonin had thrown him about 300 yards into the air. Looking down at his chest as he came to a landing, he saw that there were many scales missing.
Wondering why Rhonin was picking on his age old self like this, Korialstrasz reverted to his elf form and asked...."
"Are you missing any of your party?" The mage looked around, only now noting the disappearance of the Orc. His fiery eyebrows knitted. "It... would appear so." "Well then, my friend, I may just have good news for you! I stumbled across this Orc during my travels. His battered body was lying in one of the graveyards of Westfall. An Elf, I believe he is a mage, was trying to cure him. I stepped in to heal the poor creature, but it was to no avail. He was almost too far gone, when I remembered the gift you had given me once, a single hair from your manly fiery mane. I ground the hair, mixed it with dragon-spittle and shoved it down the Orc's throat. He's resting at the moment, but I have no doubt he will recover fully."
The sun was high on the Northrend sky, shining down upon the spires of Dalaran on the afternoon of what was shaping up to be just another common day in the enchanted city of the Kirin Tor. With a soft, strangely arousing grunt, Rhonin opened his sparkling and amazingly perfect eyes, the vivid and lively reflections of which tore through the air, making birds sing and babies laugh all across the magical, floating paradise that was his home, although it was not really all that special; he had singlehandedly rebuilt it one dreadfully boring afternoon, after all.
After banishing fourteen Night Elf priestesses, twenty-four Draenei ladies, seven Dwarven brewmistresses, Jaina Proudmoore, Sylvanas Windrunner, Mankrik's wife, a dozen Gnomes of varying gender and naturally also a wide assortment of High and Blood Elves from his bedchambers - they had all snuck in during the night to get a taste of the Rhoninator, and Light know that they might have been lucky while he was sleeping, virile as he was, he would probably not even have noticed - he strolled down the hallway with light, enthralling steps while breaking out into majestic song, causing flowers and plants to bloom in his wake.
However, as he made his way into the greeting chambers of the Violet Keep, he immediately noticed that something was wrong. Sure, there was hundreds of petitioners as always... but nobody was looking at him!
By letting out a loud and hacking yet oddly magnificent and appealing cough, he did everyone the favour of notifying them of the arrival of Azeroth's mightiest stud, once more. What happened next almost gave him a heart attack (something which, of course, would not have been much of an issue, as he would have just healed himself instantaneously anyway); there was still no reaction from the crowd! Indeed, they seemed to gaze hither and fro, everywhere but at him. Appaled at the sudden and unprecedented lack of attention, Rhonin let out a glorious frown before stepping up onto the pedestal in the centre of the room, his voice booming out across the room with the same magnificent magnitude as the chorus of the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind;
"The lord of Dalaran demands your attention! Turn your gaze upon me, faithful subjects, so that you may bask in the glorious presence of my fiery and luscious mane!"
Alas, his efforts were to no avail. Not one set of eyes rested upon him, much to the discomfort of the flawless archmage, who grew increasingly desperate. He attempted to conjure up frost and flame - surely that would make people pay attention to him! But his spells failed miserably, and in that moment, the weakness of this greatest of all beings was exposed; without attention, he was nothing...
"LOOK AT ME! WHY WON'T YOU LOOK AT ME! I'M IMPORTANT! LOOK AT MEEEEE!" the subjugated demigod screamed, lost in the bloodcurdling chaos that was the attentionwhore's nightmare...
Waking with a girlish scream, Rhonin sat up in his bed, his chiseled and titillating frame covered in sweat (which obviously only served to enhance his handsomeness tenfold). Looking around, he panted slightly and orgiastically. Ah, thank the Light! It had been but a bad dream. At his sides, his fourteen Night Elf priestesses, twenty-four Draenei ladies, seven Dwarven brewmistresses, Jaina Proudmoore, Sylvanas Windrunner, Mankrik's wife, a dozen Gnomes of varying gender and naturally also a wide assortment of High and Blood Elves were sleeping peacefully. Sinking back in his pillows, Rhonin closed his coquettish eyes once more.
Oh yes, life was good.
" Men " Neph muttered to herself, looked at the wounded Orc and the passed out Dwarf.... " BRB " Rhonin snickered as he hopped on the back of the Dragon and they flew off. She had no idea where they took off too but felt assurance it was of great importance. There was a new companion among them... A Blood Elf who was muttering limrics to himself and poking at the Orc. What kind of mess had she gotten herself into, she needed to speak with her friend to get some advice, she was having issues sensing him, she reached out to his mind " Elementium are you there? I must speak with you " There was no response at first then finally she got a response. [DND]DeadlyBossMods Elementium is currently fighting Talbuks 67% 1/1 party members alive " Dammit! " she shouted.
She prepared to try to make contact again, then noticed something... she was not alone. A large party of Trolls had surrounded the party. These trolls did not look civil, and were approaching fast. Neph frowned the whiteness of her eyes beginning to glow, she stuck her arms straight out sideways and was hoisted up about 2 feet by a burst of air. The clouds darkened and the winds picked up the trolls hurled spears at her to no avail the wind threw them to the sides missing there intended target. The rain started to pour down hard and thunder could be heard from the sky " Tell me scum, what happens to Trolls when they are struck by lightning. " the Orc opened his eyes to see the chaos around him " Neph don't! " he blasted but his voice drowned out " The same thing that happens to everything else! " she whispered
Thunder struck down from the sky killing several trolls in it’s path winds picked up hurling trolls 100's of yards, the few remaining trolls ran off terrified. With that Neph took a deep breath the wind dyed down and she returned to solid ground, rays of sun starting to shine in. The Orc lay quiet; he had not witnessed such power in years... The elements were close to this Draenei, comparable to.. No that’s crazy he thought.
A few min later Rhonin and Krasus returned, " Where did you go " Neph questioned " Krasus saw a dead body in Arathi so we went to poke it with a stick, both Dragon and Rhonin snickered in delight. “We must claim this herb let's do it quickly please " TH finally awaking said. " Follow me Companions " Rhonin said as he headed into the woods.
Meanwhile in the mage tower of Theramore Jaina walked back and forth while trying to forget the stunning red haired mage. She couldnt get him out of her head, ever since the meeting she could not forget him. It was like he had burned himself into her brain.
``Jaina, are you there?`` someone yelled from the bottom of the tower as if she would be anywhere else. ``Yes im up here`` Jaina yelled back while she hoped they would walk away. ``It is someone here who wants to meet you Jaina`` they screamed as if they couldnt just walk up the stairs. ``who wants to talk to me`` Jaina replied. It grew as silent as the streets of Silvermoon. ``Hello are you there, who the hell wants to see me?`` Jaina screamd with her full lungs, still no one replied.
Before she could scream again her communication orb started to glow. Jaina quickly ran over to it thouching it ligthly. As Jaina thouched it the room started to glow blue and soon it was totally blue as if it was The Nexus. ``Hello, anyone here?`` a dark voice said. Jaina stunned replied with a commanding voice ``Yes im here, and who the hell are you?``. The voice replied ``I am an ally``. Jaina suddenly looked relaxed while she stood there with a grim look on her face``well what do you want of me?``. The voice grew darker while keeping it more humble ``I have both grave and good news for you Jaina``. Still Jaina stood still twisting her hair as if she didnt bother. ``You know youre old lover Arthas Menethil?`` the voice said. Jaina still twisting her hair as if not even bothered about the news of her old lover said ``Yes``. With that reply the voice took a little break while it gathered strenght to countinue as it sounded like it was rather weak``The great Arthas is now dead after Rhonin and Tirion ganked him for ten hours on ten diffrent alts and they filmed the whole thing and put it out in the middle of Dalaran so everyone could see it, Arthas got so frustrated that he deleted himself from the world``. Jaina closed her eyes slowly while laughing a little to herself ``Well, well, well is it not pathetic how they all die so quick?``. The dark voice still weak gave out a little scream of pain as Jaina lifted her hands up in the air and all the magic surrounding the communication orb got sucked into her hands and formed a ball of arcane magic she quickly absorbed into herself. When the arcane ball was absorbed Jaina opened her eyes again laughing uncontrolled as if she tried to imitate the Joker. The blue glow around the room dissepeared and on the bottom of the tower three men was lying dead as if the magic got sucked out of them. Jaina sat down on a nearby wooden chair while she still couldnt get the red haired mage out of her head. ``Rhonin, Rhonin`` she whispered silently to herself while she quietly took a book up and started to read it.
They travelled through the Hinterland's woods together, Rhonin leading, and all the rest following behind. Then, the Blood Elf began to speak again, "So, where are we going? Or were we going where? And is this greenskin okay, he looks a little...green? And yuck, why are we in this forest anyway, or wood, oh it's all the same! Or, is the same it not?".
Trilokvia was getting irritated now, not only was he sore but he had this thorn in his side, "I'm called an Orc, you weak minded elf! Go and caress your pathetic golden frame of your betrayer king! You can go hide under a tree in this vast forest!"
The elf replied, "I'm no simple elf, my name is Onuma. I love my king, and I'm proud of my people. Kael'thas should lead us to victory when he returns from Outland! He isn't more of a betrayer than Illidan himself! Oh wait..." The mage scratched his head, "Where am I, what have you done to me! Disgusting greenskin! A blueskin too! And a short Dwarf! Haha, you're short, or is it that I am extra tall? Oh, and that greasy, horrible red hair on that huma-"
The elf exploded in a massive arcane nova. "Don't ever mention my beautiful hair again, elf!" Rhonin exclaimed. The elf passed out, he was struck hard. "Pick him up, or drag him Trilokvia, you can decide." Trilokvia looked at Neph, "I'm tired, you drag him." Neph sighed, and hurled the frail elf over her shoulder, "I'm not that cruel, you're in safe hands my beautiful, confused elf." Without anyone realising, something fell from the Blood Elf's robe, his phototgraph of Kael'thas.
After a few more miles of forest, Rhonin called out to his group, "We must settle for the night, there is a cave here, I'll take it with Neph. The rest of you can keep watch outside." As Neph unloaded the elf, the others groaned, and she followed Rhonin into the cave. The night was quite silent, except from the odd noises eminating from the cave, and the Blood Elf mumbleing something in his sleep, "It's alright my king, soon we shall be together."
The next morning, rhonin had conjured some lvl 5 biscuits while every groaned about the quality of the poor chef...
"Trilokvia, do the dishes nao " commanded Rhonin "Aww,iv always gotta do dishes.... can i at least cook next time?" whined Trilokvia. "Can't imagine Orc cuisine is anything special.... " Here is your dirt soup and salted rock for dinner " " remarked Nephrola. Everyone had a good laugh about this which maade breakfast a bit more enjoyable.
"So where is this herb we have to find anyway, im starting to git tired holding this sack o' meat!" exclaimed TH. "By the portal of Nightmare of course." claimed Rhonin,clearly unamused by the partys unknowingness. Everyone set out a long gasp "The portal of nightmare is gaurded by a giant dragon, he'll murder us all!" yelled the gorgeous blue specimen. "I am the dragon lord Rhonin! i can handle anything." "The Dranei is correct. those dragons have been corrupted by the emerald nightmare so they are not as useless as that there garrosh lol" jested Krasus. "haha,very well old friend /brofist! well go find some re-inforcements."
The group set out to find Airie Peak in hopes of finding a certain dwarf.
As the group of travellers arrived at Aerie Peak, there was something odd. They searched every house, every corner, everywhere. There was no Dwarf to be found. T.H. said, "They've probably gone drinkin' laddies, they should be back shoonish, aye?". Rhonin was not fooled so easily, with his highly attuned sense of smell, he could tell what that horrible stench was. It was of the Trolls...
As Rhonin collected up his clues, he discovered what had happened. As the Trolls came over for a drinking night with the local Dwarves, they had been mind controlled somehow. The Trolls turned against the Dwarves, kidnapped them and took them away to their caves...
A noise emitted from one of the rooms at the barrack. a sound of fighting. Inside we saw Falstad Wildhammer under attack by a few of the trolls. while he was able to hold his own against them, Rhonin quickly summoned a team of raptors to rip the trolls to shreds. "Thank ye mage, i might live to be in another book yet." " mabey" said Rhonin " we need your help in defeating a dragon". While Rhonin talked with Falstad, Neph and Trilokvia were trying to make sence of what the crazed elf was saying. "You have to carry the 1! thats the only way we will be able to enter tempest keep" ranted the elf. "How does quantum physics help us fly mount? we just go in,whip a few lightning bolts and boom everything is dead" rebuttled Neph.
"If you dont do that,you will have to....put on your robe and wizard hat...to pass as a blood elf." "none of what you say makes sence!!! Roar!!" Nephrola attempts to cast a lava blast,but forgets she is currently resto and ends up healing him instead. "did i ever tell you about the war of 1812?" stated the elf. "GAHHHHHH!!!!! >.<>.<"
As the group dissolves into arguing, they fail to notice that the fallen bodies of the trolls have begun to bubble, hiss, and dissolve through the floor. Slowly but surely, the melted mass of troll flesh seeps through the cracks of the rough-hewn wooden floor and disappears into the stone foundation of the building itself. Quietly at first, moans can be heard coming through the floor, haunting and laced with dark magic. The group of heroes hears none of this, instead concentrating of the sight of the draenai Neph wrestling the strange blood elf into a full nelson, followed by a devastating piledriver.
Almost as if Azeroth itself is bleeding, a thick mist seeps and flows from the ground. Clouding the senses of all who are unfortunate enough to be inside it's shadow, the mist blocks out the sun and envelops our heroes in its dark embrace.
"You tinkin it be dat easy mon?" Sneered a dark and sinister voice. "You tinkin da trolls go down dat easily?" There was a calm tone to his words, which made the tension in the air that much greaterer. The amount of control in the troll's words made the band of bro's uneasy... plus being immobilized in a thick misty shadow of troll remains was kinda yucky.
"I see what da blueskin is capable of, and I don't approve." Tension tightened around Neph's throat, but there was nothing for her to grip or fight. "And da she-male is not welcome in ma' lands." Shadows began to slowly crush the effeminate and irritating blood elf. "But da greenskin I recognize."
Suddenly the mist of shadows dissipated and the heroes collapsed on the ground... all except Rhonin, he just didn't feel like it. As the mist of shadows continued to dissipate some more, the silhouette of a lean and formidable troll appeared. And as the mist of shadows dissipated even further, the troll looked to be a shadow hunter. All the shadow stuff around them kinda reinforced the notion. The troll helped Trilokvia to his feet, while spitting on the blood elf. Rhonin comb his lustrous beard as he was bored with the dialogue, and kicked at some lingering shadow-mist-stuff that still hadn't gone away yet.
"Sar'jin always repays Sar'jin's debts." The shadow hunter said, looking at Trilokvia, "and Sar'jin has sometin you need"...
"Okay, some nice imaginative dialog there, but what do you have?" said Rhonin, slightly bored. Sar'jin replied, "Well, da rare plant. Said to cure any ailment dat be bugging ya mon. So, lets get down to business, what price do ya offa?"
Suddenly, Falstad jumped up and kicked Sar'jin in the face. "Where's our lads and ladies ya shadowy bastard! Ya kidnapped em, now we want em back!"
Recovering from the hit, Sar'jin mumbled, "Well, dat wasn't a very smart move dere Dwarf. Now ya never gonna get ya people back. Dey be being sacrified this very moment, and you'll be joinin' dem." Sar'jin utters a confusing spell, waving his long arms in the air, A recogniseable mist surrounds Falstad, he then starts to rise into the air. Onuma, the mage, countered his casting, but it was too late. Falstad's lifeless body fell to the floor. Sar'jin then lunged at the mage, only to be stopped by Trilokvia. "Nevermind him, he's harmless. Let him be, he can be irritating, but harmless."
"Well, this is very dramatic, but can we please decide on a price?" Rhonin asked Sar'jin. "Well, how bout 50s?" said Sar'jin. Rhonin roared in displeasure. "Fine, ave' it for free", Sar'jin handed the herb to Rhonin, and dissapeared into a dark mist. "Nice seein' ya Trilokvia, hopefully we can catch up some time mon!" the mist muttered.
Confused, Trilokvia scratched his head, who was that Troll? Rhonin then inspected the herb, it was the wrong one! "That lying Troll! Well, I guess we must continue the search, let's try the High Elven Lodge near here, they like their herbs." Rhonin left the room, with the rest of the group following. Except one stayed behind, the Blood Elf mage. He sat with the dead Dwarf, stroking it's long beard. "Come my precious, my little Kael'thas. I think I'll live, or not live with you here!". The Elf just sat there with Falstad's dead body, mumbleing illegibe words to it.
The other's continued and never looked back, except the Orc. He ran back to the Elf, hit him on the head with the blunt end of his axe, and dragged him out of there, catching up to the rest. "Now, to find the Lodge, but I doubt this Blood Elf would be welcome." Rhonin replied, "Well, we can find somewhere to hide him later."