09-13-2010, 05:56 AM
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There was some guy in the Azshara Crater standing near me, talking into some kind of microphone inside his black helmet. I overheard him talking to his 'employer' about taking me to some... headquarters. I had little time to be captured yet again. I pulled out my pistol and shot him, then shot his Blood Elf friend who went for me as well. After I killed them, Orcs from the Earthshaker Clan heard the gunshots. As it turned out, I had killed the spies they were hunting for the past hour, who thought the Earthshakers were further behind them. In thanks they took me back to their camp and gave me some hospitality. I decided to stay there for a while. I went with scouting parties, joining in on missions and raids. I stayed for the final battle to kill the Warlock coven's leader. It was a long battle and pretty damn difficult to beat the bastard down despite our numbers, but as you guessed, we killed them eventually. I took a drake's head as a souveneir to bring back to the Gurubashi to let people know I wasn't sitting on my ass whilst I was gone. Or rather, taken.
It took a few days, but I finally got to Ratchet. I had to walk on foot and had to hunt wild animals and forage for berries. Getting through Ashenvale was no easy task, so I simply had to be a stowaway in caravan deliveries so I wouldn't be shot in the dark. The trip had no conflict luckily, save for one at the ramparts leading into the Barrens. I got into Ratchet and met another Troll woman, who looked strangely similar to Zealaya now I think of it. She was conning tourists out of their clothing. She had no real use for them, she was just basking in their idiocy. I was too. That was when she told me I was some kind of star at the Gurubashi after introducing myself. I had no idea I was so renown until I met her. People were making up rumours about what happened to me apparently. So naturally, I brought her a drink and explained my story to her as well. She's a damn good listener. Had a lot of questions, but not that I minded them. It was good to get some company.
I finally arrived at the arena, with no goons stalking me and waiting to knock me out then drag me to the middle of nowhere... I noticed that Blood Elf guy. I could've torn off his head right there, but I knew that it wouldn't be a good idea... not yet. I went down to the prep rooms and met up with Sniks, Mosh'grokk and pretty much the rest of the Gladiators. They were pleasantly surprised to see me. It felt good to go down those stairs again... it felt like a second home to me. So I told THEM the story as well, and it was decided that we just simply had enough of this bullshit. Especially me, who was getting the sharp end of every fucking stick there could possibly be. A day later, Mosh'grokk woke me up... he showed me a pair of swords. They were nothing like I had ever seen. Perfectly balanced, light, and incredibly tough. They were adorned in Orcish runes, and they were given to Mosh'grokk by his commander after he lost his arm in a battle. This was my reward. I still carry these blades today, wherever I go... then I got a call from Sniks telling me the bastard behind this bullshit was heading out the arena. It was time to let the rat lead us to it's hole.
There was some guy in the Azshara Crater standing near me, talking into some kind of microphone inside his black helmet. I overheard him talking to his 'employer' about taking me to some... headquarters. I had little time to be captured yet again. I pulled out my pistol and shot him, then shot his Blood Elf friend who went for me as well. After I killed them, Orcs from the Earthshaker Clan heard the gunshots. As it turned out, I had killed the spies they were hunting for the past hour, who thought the Earthshakers were further behind them. In thanks they took me back to their camp and gave me some hospitality. I decided to stay there for a while. I went with scouting parties, joining in on missions and raids. I stayed for the final battle to kill the Warlock coven's leader. It was a long battle and pretty damn difficult to beat the bastard down despite our numbers, but as you guessed, we killed them eventually. I took a drake's head as a souveneir to bring back to the Gurubashi to let people know I wasn't sitting on my ass whilst I was gone. Or rather, taken.
It took a few days, but I finally got to Ratchet. I had to walk on foot and had to hunt wild animals and forage for berries. Getting through Ashenvale was no easy task, so I simply had to be a stowaway in caravan deliveries so I wouldn't be shot in the dark. The trip had no conflict luckily, save for one at the ramparts leading into the Barrens. I got into Ratchet and met another Troll woman, who looked strangely similar to Zealaya now I think of it. She was conning tourists out of their clothing. She had no real use for them, she was just basking in their idiocy. I was too. That was when she told me I was some kind of star at the Gurubashi after introducing myself. I had no idea I was so renown until I met her. People were making up rumours about what happened to me apparently. So naturally, I brought her a drink and explained my story to her as well. She's a damn good listener. Had a lot of questions, but not that I minded them. It was good to get some company.
I finally arrived at the arena, with no goons stalking me and waiting to knock me out then drag me to the middle of nowhere... I noticed that Blood Elf guy. I could've torn off his head right there, but I knew that it wouldn't be a good idea... not yet. I went down to the prep rooms and met up with Sniks, Mosh'grokk and pretty much the rest of the Gladiators. They were pleasantly surprised to see me. It felt good to go down those stairs again... it felt like a second home to me. So I told THEM the story as well, and it was decided that we just simply had enough of this bullshit. Especially me, who was getting the sharp end of every fucking stick there could possibly be. A day later, Mosh'grokk woke me up... he showed me a pair of swords. They were nothing like I had ever seen. Perfectly balanced, light, and incredibly tough. They were adorned in Orcish runes, and they were given to Mosh'grokk by his commander after he lost his arm in a battle. This was my reward. I still carry these blades today, wherever I go... then I got a call from Sniks telling me the bastard behind this bullshit was heading out the arena. It was time to let the rat lead us to it's hole.
"I am more afraid of one hundred sheep led by a lion than one hundred lions led by a sheep."