[Closed Quest SRP] Spread Thin

[Nonfictionless]

"Welcome Noxvari, glad to see you made it. Just two more and we shall get started."

[Khorianas]

Treachery. Something that was sacred to him, but also detested by him. He had been a part in the downfalls of Venoxis, and he would have searched for something, or better someone else afterwards. But it came differently. On one of his rare visits to Booty Bay he was recruited. Killing traitors. A task the troll was used to, but he would have declined. The Horde? The Alliance? What did he care for? But some recent events changed that. He was interested in peace now. And the Future of others.
Still the troll still hated busy places. He was wearing his hood and covered all of his face apart of the eyes. He handed the two guards outside the card he was given and made his way to the door. His giant cobra companion was wrapping herself around his chest and looked over his should, her hood spread. Ulay caught quite some looks from the drunken sailors, but as soon as the stare of the unblinking eyes of the snake hit theirs they looked away again. As the troll was infront of the designated room, Ulay knocked and opened the door. As his companion saw the rogue standing before him, she hissed and bared her venomous fangs. a short stroke along her neck silenced her again.

"I'm Ulay."

Without any further comment the troll wanted to sit down, when he noticed a common face, while scanning the room. He waited for a reaction of the host, but he was way more interested in talking to someone else now.

[Nonfictionless]

"Excellent Ulay. Welcome. Take a seat on the left please. Only one more person and we shall be able to start." Ryan walked over the the window and peered out into the night.

[Khorianas]

Ulay nodded in Ryan's direction and immediately headed towards Thorn, and whispered:

"What are you doing here? And where is Shujaa?"

While the troll posed his question in quite and unrest, his companion slipped down on the hunter's body and her tongue slithered against Thorn's body. A familar scent as it seemed.

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Thorn turned her head to Ulay, watching the troll behind the emerald glasses. Making a few gestures, Thorn quickly realised that Shujaa wasn't there to translate, so instead she found out her yellow block of paper to write him a message. 'Shujaa told Thorn to go on ahead. Shujaa is comming later, Thorn thinks. The contruct nodded at Ulay, as she handed him the message, poking the head of the snake gently with her pointy.. Clearly interested in why this snake wasn't scared of her like all the other animals..?

[ELYPOP]

The goblin vessel docked at the port town of Ratchet. A bulky individual stepped off, one who was shrouded in a dark cloak. Feeling the dry wind that enveloped him, he blinked hard for a moment. Reaching into the sachel at his side, he reviewed a small card found within. After briefly scanning it, he approached the building noted to be the inn. Before him, an armored individual stood guard. Holding the card out towards the individual, the warrior drew closer, and whispered into Zen'tiri's ear. Nodding back towards the individual, he entered the inn. Ascending the stairs, he arrived at the allocated door. Knocking for the amount of times that he was told, he lightly pushed the door open. As he looked upon the contents, there was an assortment of random individuals. Slowly lowering his hood, his bright crested hair was made visible, as well as his other notable Zandalari features.

"Zen'tiri, at ya service.".

Briefly glancing at the others present, he returned to looking upon their apparent leader.

[Synaxis]

Nox's brows moved together by a fraction of an inch when Ulay entered the room, but she did not comment on the entrance of the troll. This was not the time for that.. And there is a time and place for everything. Her trust issues prevented her from turning completely away from anyone in the room, really, but Ulay got several more glances than even those of apparent Alliance alignment - and more looks were given to Zen'titi when he entered the room. She made a soft, apprehensive sound deep in her throat, and then said abruptly to Ryan, "That the one more you were waiting for?" She turned a bit to look at Zen'tiri proper, her gaze cold and scrutinizing - it couldn't be more clear from the expression on her face that she did not want to be friends with him.. or anyone else, really, when she peered at the humans from across the room.

"Let's get this show on the road then, yes?" she offered with a hint of arrogant impatience, leaning back in her seat and folding her arms lazily across her chest, with one leg resting across her other knee. Totally casual and carefree, despite the fact that she didn't trust any of the others not to try to kill her - maybe except for Thorn, but she didn't even know Thorn so she couldn't truly say.

[Nonfictionless]

Ryan clapped his hands together. "And our last has arrived. Welcome Zen'tiri. Please take a seat." Ryan moved his chair away and stood at the end of the table. "Now the purpose for our gathering." He reached down and picked up a sketch of a Forsaken male's head. It shows the Forsaken with grey wispy hair, his right cheek missing showing his jaw bone and left ear missing, and deep black eyes. "This is our main target. Johnathan Cook, Leader of the Forsook. Their group is the last remnants of those loyal to Grand Apothecary Putress." Tim walked around handing out a few papers. "Now if this was a simple group, assassination wouldn't be a problem, or even if they only had a small amount of the new plague. Unfortunately they have hidden enough to drown both our great cities in it." The papers contained a few names of different suspected members, a copy of the sketch, and several different names of produce and meat vendors that may be targets.

Robert Barth
Michael Gravis
Patricia Longshadow

"They have unfortunately mostly gone to ground, making them harder to track and it undoubtedly means they have started to move from Undercity and are moving their plauge within the next few days. So any questions so far?"

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Meanwhile on the shores of Lordamere lake, Johnathan watches over his men loading barrels into several small boats. "Hurry up with those barrels and be careful!" He inspected his clock, it was nearing sunrise. "We need to get moving to catch this fog cover" They all wore the markings and clothing of the Forsaken's Royal Apothecary Society. "We have to make it to the tower before the real crew reaches there."

[Vadoor]

"No questions ere chap. Im just ready tah get on tha road and give my sword swingers some exercise." As Samus spoke his eyes wandered across the different Horde members in the room.

[Aramore]

"oI've got a question. What's it got to do with us if the other fella's homes get a bit messy. oI mean it's a bit of a bother and everything but it can only help at the end of the day. You're a human, you've got tuh see where oI'm coming from?"

[Sal the Shieldhog]

Larthian glanced out from beneath the cowl of his robes. He watched all the other members come in, one by one. Eventually, everybody was situated, and Ryan began to speak.

Larthian listened carefully, remembering and listening for every word that was said. He took the slip of parchment that was handed to him and skimmed it quickly.

He shook his head silently when asked if he had a question, then glanced around the room again to watch the others.

[Nonfictionless]

"Yes I know full too well, but this isn't the time to be split over such petty differences. The world would suffer even more than it already is if something like this happened to either the Horde or Alliance." Ryan looked around the room and kept a very serious face. "In this like make other causes we have to stand united." Ryan then turned back to Bodde and said, "Of course if that doesn't satisfy you then you can always remember this. It is very likely that they will attack one or the other first and use the chaos from that first attack to make the other side think they are just a bit safer. So saving the other side, means saving yours too."

[Aramore]

"Oh oI won't argue with doing anythin I can to save my own people even if I have to save the Orcs to do it. oI was just hoping there'd be a way round that." He grins. "No offence to any Horde here that is." he added winking.

[Synaxis]

Nox's eyes locked onto Ryan and didn't leave when he started speaking. Her face was inscrutable - it was difficult to tell if she was even listening to his words or watching him with her mind in other places. She certainly did not look surprised or nervous about anything he said regarding the Forsook, not even when he mentioned how much of the new plague the traitors had taken. After all, she noted to herself, the Forsaken proper was in possession of enough of the toxin to eradicate empires if they so desired. Doing so would be reckless though - the plague seeps into the ground and makes the area uninhabitable for anyone.. Using it in moderation is the only way to avoid making the area unfit even for Forsaken colonization. Indeed, the Royal Apothecary Society knew this, even those loyal to Putress: use too much in one area and you risk killing yourself as well as the target. How much plague they possesd was, in fact, of little concern to her..


What was of rather significant concern to her - not that she currently voiced it - was how Ryan knew this. None of this was really news to her; being a rather prominent figure in Forsaken society, she was in-the-know about things most were not, even within her own faction. She was well aware that a band of traitors had run off with a batch of the plague. Their names were of little interest to her, as were their intentions - she truly did not care if the Forsook flooded Orgrimmar with the plague, honestly, she could really care less - but the fact that they were traitors perked her interest. Traitors deserve nothing short of death, after all..


The death knight did not once glance at the papers being handed out and took only the briefest glimpse of the sketch of this Johnathan Cook before returning her eerie gaze to Ryan, following his every movement with her bright white eyes. She raised no question when he asked for them, but her eyes did drift off him to address the first couple of speakers. Her lips tightened at the corners a bit, possibly out of irritation - Nox was a rather irritable sort, after all. Suddenly, she turned - properly turned her body - toward Bodde and said, "Trust me, boy, no offense taken. I don't think much of saving your people, either. I would not even be involved in this if I did not have a personal interest in the capture and disposal of these traitors." She then stared at Bodde with such intensity it was almost like she was trying to see through him, and after what she felt was long enough doing this, the undead elf turned and leaned back again, looking mildly sour and impatient.

[Aramore]

"Sounds like you and oI are going to get on just fine then doll." Bodde winked at the death knight. Even though her people had eradicated much of his home he did not harbour any particular ill feeling towards them. Of course he'd rather they fell down into the grounds they were raised from but he always found the forsaken quite an interesting group. Especially to a rogue such as himself. The apothecary society had created many a toxin that he'd acquired and repurposed for his own work including a mild strain of the blight that he liked to use when disposing of the target and their body is a necessity.

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Efficient.. The contruct had not moved a muscle, had not changed her posture even the slightest bit. It was as if Thorn had been transformed from an undead into a stone figure, carved onto the chair she was sitting upon. It was as if looking at her would feel of no threat to the others, almost as if she wasn't there. Thorn was small, thin, and fragile looking, and she wasn't moving. Exactly how scary is such a person, afterall..? The Green tinted engineering goggles also made it entirely impossible for the others to tell in which direction Thorn was actually looking. Or if her eyes were even open.
As Nox started talking and attention was granted in her general direction, Thorn gently moved her gloved hand to spread the documents in front of her a bit apart, as to get a simple look onto them. The construct really had no care as to why these people were going to die, neither had she any intentions of letting them live. The only thing Thorn cared about was taking care of the one creature she actually adored in this forsaken world - and they required the gold. Thorn's body wasn't exactly constructed to do labor, protection or adventures, so the only option for her to make a living, was to bring dead to the living and unliving that had gained a reward on their heads. Having taken her time to make sure that she would not forget these faces, Thorn nudged the documents ahead of her again, turning her head slightly to look at the impatient undead besides her. Even though they were not exactly the same, Nox was the closest thing to an ally Thorn could get in this room.

With a strange motion, Thorn seemed to unfreeze from the rock-solid position. Lifting her hand the tiny undead gave Nox a gentle poke to the shoulder, following it up with a short waving at Nox. Thorn had a somewhat awkward smile on her face, yet this was clearly a friendly greeting. Afterall, for a mute to greet someone in any other way than touching and gestures, you'd need a lot of pens and paper.

[Nonfictionless]

"Alright then onto the next part. Now since they have gone to ground the most I can do is speculate about their next moves, but I think with all we know about them it won't be hard to tell." Ryan grabbed another sheet of paper that looked like the other order forms he had shown them but filled out. "In the last few days in Undercity and Brill had their Apothecaries bought out of Azshara's Veil. Since no other herbs had been bought in such a quantity we can infer that the Forsook have made enough illusion potions to blend into either side, human most likely. So for our side," Ryan motioned to the right side of the table, "monitoring the sea ports would be our first task." He then pulled out a blood stain scrap of paper, with rough orcish runes scrawled across it. "From these reports it seems that one of the zeppelins that flies from Undercity to Orgrimmar has been sent in for earlier maintenance to Bilgewater Harbor. So for our Horde side of this operation I would suggest starting there." He turned back to the table behind him and picked up a bag from underneath it. "Which brings us to our last item on tonight's agenda." He came back to the table and set down the bag on it. It made a small crinkling sound like it was filled with papers but something heavy on top. "Who will lead the Horde side of our little operation?"

[Khorianas]

Ulay listened to all of this, in silence. He was startled at first when He met thorn and he missed some chunks of the information. But the troll got the gist of it. Traitors using such a weapon that was inelegant, clumsy. The thought of how you could use that toxin made his head swirl. but bombing a city is just weak. This kind of ruthlessness upset Ulay. If he wasn't in for the deal at first, he surely would be now. When the question about a Horde leader arrived, Ulay didn't have to think long.

I am born a Gurubashi. I have no real bonds to da Horde apart from some Darkspear I kno. Others would be better for leading here.

Ulay's companion still was looking at Thorn. She still remembered her as the person that saved her master's life. The snake wasn't hostile at all just very cautious, just as her master.

[Synaxis]

The poke was barely felt through her armor, and so sudden that Nox did, in fact, have to look - her head turned slowly toward Thorn, creepy white eyes fixing on her quite firmly. After a moment, Nox cocked her head questioningly just a tad but quickly looked away again. She could socialize later; for now, there were traitors that needed to be killed, so her main priority was listening to what the human had to say.

Listening to him talk made her realize exactly how badly he needed to die. She did not know where he got all of this information from but if he could get shipping records from Brill and the Undercity, what else could he get? Aye, this Ryan guy was quickly revealing himself to be at least a minor security threat; she didn't care what he knew about Orgrimmar, he could know exactly what Garrosh ate for breakfast and she wouldn't worry a bit - but she was able to recognize the slightest threat to the Dark Lady and the Forsaken, and it was enough to make Nox make a mental note about looking into killing Ryan at a later date, once the traitors had been dealt with. For now, though, other matters needed tending to.

"Me," she said simply when the topic of Horde leader came up. Her face was dead serious - like, if anyone wanted to raise an argument about it, she looked like she'd shoot laser beams at them from her eyes. "Disloyalty is one thing I'll not have from my kinsmen; they sealed their fate when they elected to side with Putress. They are slated for execution for treason. I am obligated to make sure it happens as soon as possible." She fell silent and glanced along her side of the table at the pair of trolls and Thorn beside her. After a moment, she added, "And I have had extensive dealings with the Society both before and after the splintering of it. I'm quite familiar with how the bastards operate."

[Sal the Shieldhog]

Larthian watched as his companions argued with each other, then listened carefully and watched each Horde members face when Ryan asked for one to step up.

Then the Death Knight did. Larthian didn't care much for her, her being an abomination against nature, but he believed that if she led the Horde's party, things might not go as smoothly. Still, he didn't speak, nor did his eyes betray any hint of disgust. He looked away again, and studied the snake on Ulay's shoulders.

Such a beautiful creature, he thought. He wasn't one who liked serpents all that much, but he had to admit, the trolls had beautiful raptors and snakes they had befriended.