Death and Rebirth

[Chocoa]

The dark figure was practically invisible to the untrained eye. He was hidden amongst the shadows in the alley. He stooped over a small pack which he handled gingerly.

From the pack he withdrew a piece of cloth, which he used to cover his nose and mouth with. He then took out a pair of leather gloves which he placed over his hands. With a deep breath he withdrew two vials from the pack. One was the color of a sapphire, rich blue with wisps of purple. The second was a dull grey. He uncorked the first vial and carefully poured three small drops of the blue liquid. He then repeated the process with the grey liquid. The two liquids fizzed then glowed a faint orange.

The mixture was complete. The dark figure replced the vials, the cloth mask and the gloves into the small pack and closed it. He stood briefly looked about him with skilled eyes, and then completely vanished from sight.

* * * * *

"NO! Its your turn to pay for them to fix my armor," snorted Chocoa "the whole 'we got this, just keep him off me a second' thing isn't working. Next time, you keep lizard-breath busy and ill mutter nonsense and throw twigs at it."

Revile chuckled to himself, "alright, but you buy the drinks tonight."

Chocoa had walked himself into a trap, the cunning orc had manipulated him into buying the "drinks" for the night. Any creature with a brain the size of a peanut knows of an orc's thirst. They could drink the paint off the planks of the cask holding ale.

Chocoa grunted angrily, "Fine." He removed his dented breastplate and helmit, handing them to Revile.

"Make sure that only Virika works on this. The new guy is horrible." Chocoa stated flatly.

Revile took the armor and headed off for the nearest repair shop.

Chocoa surveyed the area. The smells were not like his home Thunderbluff, but it was as much a home to him as anywhere else. Orgrimmar had never looked so inviting after the last adventure the duo had been on. They had ventured a little to deep into the seedy under realm in Booty Bay. Taking a quest that would pay handsomly, the two set off to find a brigand by the name of Birch McGrath. A human who swore no alliegiance to either faction and would facilitate trades between the Horde and the Alliance.

The mission was a simple one. Acquire McGrath's ledger with the names of the middlemen he used to facilitate the trades and bring it back to an individual who identified himself as Sarco.

It was way to easy and the two prided themselves on a job well done as they walked away with two pouches full of precious stones.

Chocoa breathed in the air one more time and then turned to find The Singing Orc tavern. He was hungry, thirsty and tired. A little food and entertainment was most welcomed.

* * * * *

The dark figure stalked the rooftops moving with the agility of a panther. He kneeled at the edge of the roof to find his target. The city was a large one. Red rocks and cobbled roads were the earth upon which Orcs, Trolls, Tauren and the Forsaken conducted their business and pleasure. The figured snarled a thin lip and then his face became blank. His target was where he was supposed to be.

The figure jumped from the rooftop without making a sound, he blended into the shadows until again he was invisible.

* * * * *

Chocoa walked toward the tavern when a figured moved in the corner of his eyes. Put on alert, the tall bull became vigilant of his sorroundings. Again the figured moved in the corner of his eyes. Chocoa loosed a blade from his scabbard and drew it. He relaxed when he saw a young troll run from an alley having been discovered.

"Rogues..." Chocoa whispered under his breath.

He walked through the front door of the tavern and replaced the blade. Tonight was about rest and relaxation.

The old Troll bartender made his way over to the bull, "even'in mon... wheres your bruda?"

"Hes coming, keep them coming... and we'll have whatever is cooking in the back... as long as its not beef." The Tauren smiled.

"No problem!" the Troll exclaimed then walked back.

Revile walked in a few minutes later and were joined by some of the Clan. Tonight would be a night to remember indeed.

* * * * *

"Goodnight it is then brother." a drunken Chocoa exclaimed.

Revile, appearing more sober but clearly not replied with a grunt and a nod.

Revile stumbled off into the darkness to find his house or a nice warm gutter to sleep in, whichever came first.

Chocoa grabbed his pack and took off to the flightmaster to catch a ride back to Thunderbluff. A shadow crossed his path drawing a peering look from Chocoa.

A sudden movement to the left cause Chocoa's attention and he jumped, weapon at the ready.

"Meeeeeeeow!" the cat clearly caught off guard by the sudden movement of the mighty Tauren.

Chocoa chuckled to himself as he turned back on his path back to the flightmaster.

An explosion of pain hit Chocoa like a horse at full speed as a fiery blade entered his abdomen. His face contorted as the strength was immediately sapped from him. His knees buckles and he fell trying to free the venomous blade from his stomach. He could not feel his hand or legs now as darkness inched its way up his spine.

"Tell Lady Aveena, I send my regards." the voice melodically stated.

Chocoa fought the darkness as light flashed before his eyes, was this what death felt like?

The dark figure stepped into Chocoa's line of sight and threw back his cowl revealing golden skin unlike Chocoa had ever seen. His eyes were bright green like Jade, and his ears arced and pointed beyond that of any creature save one, the Elves.

The rumors of the return of the blood elves to Azeroth were heard by many, but their end game was not known.

The elf stooped over the fallen Tauren and whispered in his ear before darkness had overcome him...

"You are not prepared."

The images of friends and family left behind, relationships ended, regrets remembered and images forgotten. The Old Bull smiled as he remembered the fond memories he shared with the Clan, his friends and allies. He whispered a single word into the air and prayed to the gods to carry it forward to all those who he would leave behind.

Goodbye.

The light was replaced with darkness and cold as the Bull succumbed to the pain.

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It was great to be a part of this Clan, and to take part in the many adventures we all had together. I really felt like you guys were a family inside of WoW and it is with great sadness that I say goodbye to you all as me and my brother leave for the Sisters of Elune server. I wish you all great triumph over future and present endeavors, prosperity and success. For the time being I will be leaving Evangelina (with your permission) in the Clan so that if I get lonely I can come back and partake in some adventures with you all. Goodbye!

- Chocoa

Edited January 15, 2007 by Chocoa

[Maube]

So sad =( Will miss you guys - make sure you come back and visit a lot!

[Rhoach]

Rhoach sat up, startled out of a sound sleep. He had the strange feeling that one of the clan would not be returning this night, nor ever again. He stood up in his underclothes and exited his tent. Gazing up at the night sky, he gave the rogue's salute.

((Ya'll come back now, hear?))

[Oriahtundra]

take care bruddah