Rhoach

Part 1

Thanks for the suggestion. I thought they would be fairly easy to find since they were in the same forum, but it might be a good idea, still. Part 1 Part 2

Why not be a troll mage, Dashy old boy? >8]

Comments welcome.

Part 3 posted!

Click on Links if you missed Pt. 1 or Pt. 2! Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 “…don’t know that it’s evil just because it’s a troll,” Marianne was saying, gesticulating with her staff. Chorich had obviously lost some of his holy conviction under the onslaught of the mage’s words. He now held his hammer at Rhoach as if he had forgotten why he had done so in the first place. Watching the two, Rhoach surmised that they were probably very close, a mated pair perhaps. While the paladin and mage were trading words, the dwarf, Kerlack, had grown more and more impatient. His face had grown redder and redder, until finally he hoisted his axe and shouted, “By my beard! You humans are hopeless! I’m disposing of this little rat right now!” The dwarf took a step toward Rhoach, who, desperately looking for something to buy time, shouted back in the common Alliance language, “I’m no rat, you gnomelicking midget!” He had learned some creative insults as a master thief’s apprentice. The entire company widened their eyes in amazement and stared at him. The dwarf’s jaw nearly hit the ground as he held his axe aloft in midstrike. “It… speaks the Alliance language?” he asked nobody in particular. At that moment, the chanting in the woods that Rhoach had heard earlier returned suddenly with a vengeance. This time it was loud enough to make a small flock of crows take flight from some nearby trees, cawing raucously. Time seemed to freeze as a confused, then angry expression crossed Kerlack’s face. Before he could say whatever was on his mind, however, a bolt of electricity streaked down from the strangely clear sky and ripped through the dwarf’s axe, which acted as a lightning rod. A blinding light and a boom of thunder knocked captive and captor alike to the ground.

Ah, my mistake.

Quite nice. Doesn't this belong in the "WoW News Section" though?

Heh, bet the Euros would get pissed off if a lot of N Americans got beta spots...

Do you fellas have to compete in any contests to get a beta spot or is it just first-come-first-serve?

Damn, that means I'm at... *does some quick calculating* ...-984,732 gold.

Unlike me.

Help, help! I'm being oppressed! p.s. He must be a catholic priest

It's still pending... I saw info about it on gamespy.com. Might wanna browse the archives there, look for mmorgs in general.

*nods* Some people use these forums for mental masturbation, some prefer other pursuits. Choose your poison and kill some time.

Try driving some nails into a concrete wall with your forehead. That always works for me.

Imagedump went all wonky on me, and now I can't get that to work. In addition, wow-ra's image uploading service doesn't seem to work for me as well. I even tried getting some crappy free website just to stick one lousy image on there to link to my avatar, but after two hours of trying and getting frustrated, I just gave up.

Shiznit. Didn't mean to be the dark prophet. So what went wrong, if I may ask? If it's too personal, don't feel obligated to answer.

*wonders what mobwar is*

Is the priest staring at the groom's ass?

Heh. Creatively Evil.

Click on the Link below if you missed Pt. 1! Part 1 Part 2 Rhoach scrambled to his feet and found a hammer spike pointed at his throat. He reflexively stumbled back and fell into a sitting position. He cut a rather pathetic figure, his scrawny form betraying the fact that he hadn’t eaten a substantial meal in weeks. His clothes, being little more than rags at the outset of his journey, had hardly benefited from the long days of slogging through t###### vegetation. He was equipped with nothing but his clothing, save for a hidden dagger he kept strapped to the underside of his forearm. His darting eyes and lean appearance gave the impression of a hunted animal. “What’ll we do with the little monster?” Chorich asked coldly, looking down the point of his hammer at the cringing ball of misery on the other end. He obviously assumed that their catch didn’t understand what he was saying. “What do you mean, ‘what’ll we do with it,’ Chorich?” Kerlack spoke growlingly. “Kill it, of course. Its kind has been responsible for the deaths of many of my people. If it is set free this day, the blood of my kin will be on my hands.” “Kerlack!” the mage cried. “Look at it, it’s just a child!” The words of Rhoach’s old master feverishly flashed through his mind; 'Lesson four: there is a reason the wolf goes to the effort to dress himself in sheep’s clothing.' That was one of the first things Kzar had taught Rhoach. He reminded himself to keep his teachings foremost in his mind, as they had saved his life more than once in the past. Rhoach put on his most pathetic face and puppy dog eyes, hoping to glean some more sympathy from the mage, as she appeared to be the only one who stood between him and a slit throat. It worked. “Chorich,” the mage spoke scoldingly, “it’s scared! Just put down your weapon and let’s ask it what it’s doing out here.” “Ask it what it’s…?” the paladin sputtered. “Marianne, you speak as if it’s more than a beast! I know how trolls conduct their ‘business,’ living mostly naked in the jungles, tundras, and forests where no sane race would even dream of living. My apologies, Kivian,” he added quickly as the elf bristled a bit at the forest comment. “Why, I’ve even heard they eviscerate live captives for the sport of it!” he continued, eyeing Rhoach balefully. “You put too much stock in rumors, paladin,” Kivian stated softly. “Trolls are worthy opponents, and are more similar to my own people than any Alliance race. I doubt they would commit such heinous acts, outside of their witch doctory.” “Ha! Any race that condones such heathenistic practices deserves everything the heavens can throw at them,” Chorich spoke, sneering. “Besides, trolls cannot speak any of God’s languages. We couldn’t communicate with it even if we wanted to,” he said, waving the matter aside. Rhoach’s mind had raced during the conversation. Should he betray the fact that he was, for all cultural intents and purposes, a non-troll? What would he gain by revealing this? What would he lose? “Lesson nine: when the darkness fails you, words must be your cloak of shadows,” Rhoach muttered quietly to himself, remembering. Also, during the small company’s debate, Rhoach’s ears had caught the faint sound of what sounded like… chanting? When the wind shifted, it seemed to fade. It had gone unnoticed by the arguing Alliance members, however.

Part 2 Posted!

Eeeexcellent. *taps steepled fingers together, Mr. Burns style*

ooc: Nice, perhaps I should check it out.