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Old 09-20-2010, 05:11 PM
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Straydog Saga
A Black Comedy by Ori Dubya. Rated mature for sex, drugs, language, violence, and lore rape

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Prologue: Two elves, one bike.

Shandori coughed as the arid sands of the shattered Barrens caught in her throat. Her hacking sounded like a smokers bad lung but she was loathed to taste tobacco. Since the great cataclysm, the sparse grass that held the land together all but died out. Travelers often found themselves caught in sand storms that rivaled those of Tanaris when it was still a desert. Shandori weakly spat onto the crackled ground as she rested her well-worn sabaton on a large rock on the side of the road. Her dark blue hair, haphazardly bound just before the sandstorm hit, seemed to be coated in a haze of orange. She could feel her lavender skin baking as the noontime sun began to hit its peak.

I knew we shouldnt have bought those pistons in Tanaris. Cant trust goblins. She spoke with a gruff voice that resembled the landscape. Her companion huffed from beneath their motorbike. As his fel-ravaged fingers worked to find the problem, he was rewarded with a flow of fine sand falling from the engine casing. Had he not been wearing his goggles, his glowing green eyes would have been inundated with debris from the failed engine case.

Its not the pistons. It's the engine full of sand. He coughed. Christoffel Stingblade did his best to remove the grains but a nagging feeling in his gut suggested that they were stranded. He shuffled out from beneath the motorbike and dusted off his leather garments. Sweat poured down his chiseled brow as he raked back loose strands of soaked black hair. He turned the key and was granted a slight lurch before the sound of wind and Shandoris occasional cursing met his long, pale ears. Fuck.

Now what do we do? Shandori crossed her arms as small beads of sweat ran down her back.

Theres an oasis not far from here. There will be water and shade at the very least. Christoffel sighed as he turned to look at the first bike hed ever built. He would have to abandon it to the sands. He bowed his head for a moment before returning his attention to his scowling travel partner.

And your horde buddies and centaurs and Elune knows what else. Id rather not.

Well its either posing as my slave again in the shade or five more hours in the sun. Take your pick. Christoffel opened the carrier hatch on the back of the motorbike and began packing their valuables and supplies. Though their coin purses were lighter than they would have liked, they were rich in dried fruits, cured meats, medical supplies, water, and dwarven grog. The strange pair left the road with their provisions and walked towards the supposed oasis. Shandori had her doubts but after a few minutes the tropical trees did appear just as her heavy plate armor began to weigh on her strong but exhausted frame. Their last few steps were the quickest as they found an agreeable spot along one of the pools banks to set up camp. The sun, though starting its decline, was still an imposing presence. They opened one of the sacks of dried fruit and canteens and began plotting their next move.

How far do you think we are from Ratchet? Shandori sighed as she pealed the plate armor from her soaked undershirt.

Not far normally, but too far in this heat. We should wait until nightfall. I trust you can spot anything sneaking around if we run into trouble. He raised his brow.Shandori slowly nodded as she turned to the inviting pool. She inwardly cursed at her inability to swim but that did not stop her from cupping the cool water and letting it fall on her dusty brow.

Glad these eyes are good for something. How far a trip from Ratchet to Booty Bay?

If were able to get on a passenger ship, a few weeks. But I have an associate in Ratchet who owes me a few favors. If your payment is right I can have you in Booty Bay in a few days. Christoffel had no moral reservations about helping what should have been his enemy at birth. Money seemed to follow the night elf known only as Shandori, and their working relationship proved most profitable. Her warrior spirit and destructive talents got their jobs done four times as fast as the rogue could have mustered alone. And though he did have to share his commissions, the side rewards tended to make up the difference.

Screw you demon sucker, Ive made you plenty of money on the last job. If I land this big gig in Booty Bay well both be set for another year. Shandori nodded. It took much self control not to lick her lips at the prospect. Money was the only worshiped deity in Shandoris life and she was about to prey harder than even the most devout to her new employers payroll.

So what exactly have you gotten us into now?

Not really sure. I got the tip off while I was in Desolace waiting on your ass. While you were busy buying crap in Thunderbluff, I was drumming up work. Someone left a notice on one of the tag boards.; they needed some muscle on a big job. Luckily the one who posted it was still in town. I got to talking with him and he told me to meet him and some others on the job at Booty Bay. He gave us a forward on the cash, which I already spent, but let me say it was a pretty haul. I needed some new armor and I still have some gold left over. Shadori spoke with her shoulders and face held high. Christoffel shook his head.

Buying armor from vendors

What? I was lazy and I didnt feel like hammering out a new breastplate Shandori tensed at the sound of a cracking twig. Suddenly the air around them seemed to drain away. The beads of sweat on the back of their necks seemed to rise. Their muscles tensed for a moment, and like a well-coiled trap, they sprung to their feet. Rough-hewn arrows darted from between the crisp leaves. Shadori narrowly dodged one of the projectiles as Christoffel cut through them with his fel-imbued daggers. From the foliage came the haggard, growing faces of a centaur hunting party. They came, furry bodies covered in dirt and dust, hoping to find their own respite from the heat. They instead found seemingly easy prey as thoughts of crisp elf meat made their stomachs growl. The male centaur stowed their bows and unsheathed crude looking but very sharp knives. The one female among them, a magician, began concentrating. Shandori rushed to grab her two great swords. They were heavy but she was strong and managed to cut through one of the centaurs legs, sending him to the ground. The pair were too occupied with the slashing males to look up and see a localized thunderstorm above them. It wasnt until the sound of thunder rung in their ears did they find a moment to spare to spot the spectacle.

Look out! Shandori grimaced and with one great lung, sent both her and her adversary careening out of the way of a vicious thunderbolt. Christoffel nimbly avoided the lightning only to be sliced in the arm by a wicked blade. His armor held well enough to save his arm from being severed but the blow did break the skin. He growled a little and thrust the tip of one of his dagger towards the centaur attacker. The blade missed vital spots but nicked the centaurs arm. Immediately, the great hoofed beast felt himself slow as a haze flooded his vision. Christoffel had ample time, with his crippling poison administered, to rip the centaur apart. The intact males, having seen what one scratch of Christoffels blade could do, backed away and ran back into the foliage. That left the lone female to claim the Elvin prizes. But in her vulnerable casting state, the brutish mercenaries easily overtook her.

Sweating, hungry, and beyond exhausted, the pair quickly gathered their things. They would have to leave the oasis early; the smell of fresh meat would surely attract more things with fangs and teeth that neither wanted to deal with. But their journey to Booty Bay and the possible riches that awaited them across the sea seemed to trump all muscle aches and heated breaths. Soon they would be in Ratchet where the real story would begin

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Ahh... I love a good mercenary saga.

I would have gone with a different race for the rogue, though... the "blood elf rogue that works with an alliance buddy" thing has been done.
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Ahh... I love a good mercenary saga.

I would have gone with a different race for the rogue, though... the "blood elf rogue that works with an alliance buddy" thing has been done.
No, you lie, never has such a thing been done in the wow lore, ever! *cough hack*BROLLNVALEERA* cough hack wheeze* ooh sorry don't know what came over me.

Hopefully, despite the circumstance, they'll be different enough from the other pair that their races will come to be ignored by the masses
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No, you lie, never has such a thing been done in the wow lore, ever! *cough hack*BROLLNVALEERA* cough hack wheeze* ooh sorry don't know what came over me.

Hopefully, despite the circumstance, they'll be different enough from the other pair that their races will come to be ignored by the masses
Hey, don't get me wrong... I love me some Valeera...


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Oh...dear god.

This thread hasn't been up for 24 hours and already its spiraled down to big boobie Asians. And no hot Broll action for me, how sad >

Though my blood elf rogue is

a) not combat like Valeera obviously is if the comics are anything to go by. He's assassination

b) pretty much looks like a crack adict of a least 30 years.

Hopefully you'll find one of the other females in the story more appealing...I think I can muster one big booby lady for ya
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Hey, there's always room for a new take on an old formula; preferably one that turns the reader's expectations on their ear. This all of course sets me to wondering why Shandori has strayed so far from the norms of Night Elf culture. Have you thought of a reason yet?

As a side note (I'll probably get in trouble for stereotyping), I thought Asian women were noted for small cup-size.
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Have you thought of a reason yet?
Sure have.

This story, in its current "pick up group" to "raid group" format is sort of a study into a few characters I've been kicking around in my head. In fact Shandori and Christoffel started as ancillary characters in the story in my brain but I found them among the most interesting so I made them the "initial main" characters.

Not to go into too much detail or spoil anything but Shandori has a bit of a Holden Caulfield complex and mommy issues. Chris has a really REALLY screwed up childhood and adolescence that sort of makes him not care about thing aside from getting his next Fel crystal regardless of what it does to him. This fact has earned him the nickname "demon sucker" from Shandori.
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Oh...dear god.

This thread hasn't been up for 24 hours and already its spiraled down to big boobie Asians. And no hot Broll action for me, how sad >
You should thank me. I'm good for generating thread views that way.

I'll work on the "hot Broll action." Be careful what you wish for, though.
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I'll work on the "hot Broll action." Be careful what you wish for, though.
Well if its HOT Broll action, then I should have nothing to worry about...right? I was of the Yaoi teen girl craze and then subsequent 4chan conversion. There is very little left in this world that can scare me xD.
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I can't find guys cosplaying druids.

At all.

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And your reward is...the first chapter of the story!

Flea One: "Temptation Waits"
(FYI, song reference: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nsoR...eature=related)

Good reference for Shandori's voice too

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The sound of a clinking coin purse got his attention. The barkeep's wrinkled green expression turned a little less sour as a sinister looking smirk formed on his withered face. He put the stein he was spit-shining down, stood a little straighter on the stool he used to peer over the edge of the bar, and gave the newcomer his undivided attention.

"What'll be yer pleasure nobel sir?" The barkeep's crackly voice seemed to slither through his crooked yellow teeth. The man, a human, whose coin purse's song was so lurid gave a curt nod.

"The best you have and some on reserve. I have a long journey ahead." The new comer 's smile seemed to indicate astute knowledge of the bar keep's "prayer cache." While most of the patrons only stopped for a cheap grog or ale, once in a long while someone with finer taste and a lot less options as far as bars went would stumble along. And far be it for a goblin bar owner of 30 years to be unprepared for the rare but occasional guests with finer tastes.

"Ah that'll be the Elvin wine. We have three bottles. Will that do, sir?" The barkeep hesitated for a moment as the human smiled beneath his gold and crimson cowl. The man lifted his cloth-gloved hand to open the satchel which opened to the sight of glittering gold pieces.

"That should be more than enough. I take it the vintage is of the finest quality? And given Elvin tastes, the bottles should include gold in place of wax on the neck, correct?" The human's voice was cut by the sharp hand motions of the barkeep. He held one gnarled green finder to his pursed lips and motioned for the man to follow him into the back, coin purse in tow. This action had not gone unnoticed. The tavern itself was far from the most refined establishment and kept equally dreadful company. But weary travelers who may not know the ins and outs of Ratchet often found its dusty tables and rickety chairs "quaint." Among the patrons were a tall, gruff looking night elf woman and her brooding green-eyed associate. While the human dressed in red could seemingly afford their people's finest vintage, they were forced to gulp down what would be bilge water in comparison. Shandori didn't take her eyes off the store room door as she took another swig of her drink. With a strained look she swallowed the final bitter gulp when the red-dressed human reemerged with a large sack of clinking contents and a lighter coin purse.

Shadori sat her stein on the old wooden table with an almost echoing clunk. She gave Christoffel a quick glance but he'd already long disappeared into the shadows. She threw a few silver coins on the table, picked up her bag, and headed to the exit. The streets of Ratchet's main drag were bustling with traders, traitors, travelers, and trained pick pockets. But despite the filthy undertones the air seemed full of cheer and industry. The storms had died down but grains of grit and dirt still fell from Shandori's clothes from the day before. But she had a boat to catch and it would take more than sand and bad ale to keep her from Booty Bay and the promise of renewed wealth. A flash of red caught her eye. The red dressed human was making his way to the east dock with a shadow at his heels. Shandori's sharp sight saw a small, green orb in the center of the shadow; it was Christoffel's necklace. With a snort and a smirk she made her way to the east dock, careful to keep a distance as not to alert the red robed human of her presence. Her smiled widened when she saw him approach the embarking area of "The Interdictor" the very same ship she and Christoffel would be riding to get to Booty Bay. While the pair would ride at the cost of a favor from one of Christoffel's associates, the red robed human gladly paid full fair. And even tipped extra for the deck hand to help him with his bag. The transaction seemed almost painfully out of place in such a street-savvy place like Ratchet.

"What a fuckin' wibble." Shandori snorted, using the term she chose long ago for the niave and clueless in the mortal population. She boarded the ship with a knowing glance to the fair taker and made her way to the lower deck, still following the red robed man. She noted that the human had a fond taste for females, what few were available on the small ship. His smiles and charms provided thoughts that lead to a possible plan in Shandori's head. But while the small green orb still followed the flirtatious mage, Shandori made a sharp turn down another hallway. The paper she recived that morning from Christoffel's contact said her room would be in cabin 2-B and that is where she was headed. After finding her lodging she began to change into more comfortable clothes. She replaced her heavy plate with a tight fitting shirt with see-through sleeves. The shirt itself was just long enough to cover the feral scars on her stomach. The small mirror she used to brush out her long indigo hair reflected a face that had seen much in the short span of 50 years. A face scarred by experience and a hunter's vicious tiger; 4 slash-made scars marred her right cheek. But scars fade and after a few moments a shadow that was lurking in the corner of the room began to take shape.

"If you're going to watch, I charge." She scoffed. Christoffel slightly recoiled.

"I averted my eyes, thank you. Anyway, the human is in room 3-C. We should act fast, I think there are other rogues on board and they'll be sure to notice Captain Coin-purse." Shandori nodded, as she strained to put a pair of pearl earrings through nearly closed up holes.

"Just so long as I get my cut. How long do you think it'll take you to clean him out?"

"When I shadowed him, I could smell the arcane energy on his clothes. He had a strange aura too, something similar to mages. That human might be stupid like a fox, so I'm going to have to move slowly. Give me 20 minutes and I should have everything searched through." Shandori nodded, tieing a violet silk scarf over her nose and mouth; it completely covered her facial scars.

"Alright, I take it doing this at night will be better. I'll go to his door after dinner and keep him occupied." Shandori spoke with a slight shake of her hips. Christoffel appeared unimpressed by the sensual motion. He crossed his arms and nodded.

"Very well then."



Romulus smiled as the pale pink wine seemed to lovingly caress his stomach. It was surprisingly dry but the tiny amount of imbued gold that hummed with sparking arcane magic warmed his throat. The much needed vacation from the drudgery of Dalaran filled his body with a renewed vigor. His blood red hair had found a new sheen and the deep black circles that appeared beneath his honey-brown eyes were all but gone. He paused a moment before taking another sip of wine. He almost didn't notice the soft rapping at his chamber door. His thick brow raised a moment before he stood, gingerly placing his wine goblet on the small table beside him. Romulus had a slight wobble in his step but it did not stop him from opening the door to a quite enticing sight. A lavender-skined woman stood before him with a sensual set of pale eyes fixed on him. Her indigo hair was shining in the candle light although she showed far less skin than what, Romulus believed, was common among her kind. Never the less the clothing she did wear fit her well and lay in all the right places on her curvy frame. Shandori took a deep breath before speaking in the sweetest, most delicate voice she could muster.

"Excuse me, sir. I know it must be so rude of me to bother you at this hour...but. I noticed you at dinner and- and I wanted to come over and speak to you. B-but it took me this long to muster the courage to do so. I mean, feelings like these for someone such as yourself..." Shandori began to feel a slight sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Though her ploy was lame by most people's standards, it more than captured the mage's attention. As she stuck her chest out a little more, shyly avoiding the mage's gaze, he made the mistake of stepping out into the hallway allowing Christoffel to slip into the room unnoticed. Romulous thanked the powers that be for his luck and decided to peruse the seemingly shy maiden's advances.

Meanwhile Christoffel was hard at work, digging through bags, cases and bags. The human appeared to travel light, save for one larger case filled with robes and other garments and a chest. Christoffel inwardly cursed, the lock on the chest had already been picked. The tell-tale scratches of a rogues tools were engraved on the bottom of the keyhole. When he opened the chest, only some cloth scraps and a few copper remained. That left the garment case. Christoffel opened the case to a buffet of arcane energies. It was almost enough to make him cry out with pleasure. But his self control held and he began picking the socketed gems out of the clothing. Clear rubies, emeralds, and sapphires would be the prizes for the night it seemed but the further he dug the stronger the arcane pull became. In the center of the suitcase was a glowing object wrapped in spider-silk blankets. He dared not drink in any of the energy pouring from the object, but instead placed it in his pack. When it seemed there was nothing left of value, Christofell made his way to the exit. He found the tipsy mage getting a bit too close to an increasingly tense Shandori. He smiled, wondering for a moment if he should let the action continue before mercifully sapping their prey. The mage stood there, stupefied as Shadori made her escape. The pair of thieves made their way back to room 2-B, leaving the mage dazed in the hallway. After the affect wore off, Romulus found himself in an empty hallway. But instead of cursing or an expression of stark bewilderment, a cool smirk came to his face. He shook his head and went back inside his cabin to inspect the damage.

Sure enough most of his clothing and other valuables had been destroyed but he felt no heat in his chest. He touched a broach he wore on his left lapel with his right hand. The broach began to glow as a conversation took place in the language of minds.

"Seth, are you there?" Romulus's mind broadcast the question and waited patiently for an answer. After a few minutes of silence, he tried again. "Seth? Respond, please." With a slight rumble a male voice began speaking in Romulus's head.

"This is Seth. Is it done?"

"I'm fairly sure..." Romulus paused and opened his looted suitcase. Sure enough the bundle in the center was gone. "Yes, the mercenaries took the necklaces. If they are among those who Bodyl recruited we'll know."

"Good. The others will be pleased. Stick around Booty Bay until you can confirm their involvement. Seth out." With a snap Romulus was alone. A quick glance to the table brought a renewed smile to his face. They took the gold from the bottle but his sweet mistress still remained. If he had to clean up the scattered mess left behind by the thieves he would decidedly do so in her warm embrace.
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Yeah, I usually do song titles as chapter titles as little Easter eggs for the musically gifted. Especially in fan fics where, since it wont be published, copywrite-ness doesn't matter
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I love it: tricking people by making them think they've pulled one over on you.

"As least dishonest men can always be depended upon to act dishonestly."
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Heehee yeah, that bit might have seemed a bit hokey if that weren't the case.

Before I post the next chapter, I have a little bonus material for you all.

A pair of morally bankrupt elves



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Straydog Saga
Flea 2: "Smooth Criminal"

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Elunis Sagesmoke woke from her shallow sleep with a headache. Though the moon and the sacred branches of Teldrasil did thier best to lull her, the storm in the pit of her stomach was far too strong. Though the sleeplessness was a new feature in her life, small bags already made an appearance under her eyes. She typically enjoyed her job tending to the depleated forests of Ashenvale. She would spend her days amongst the trents and Dryads helping the forests of Felwood and the former Plaguelands heal and return to their former splendor. She would come home to her husband and his many pets and expect kisses from each and every one of them, even the foul-breathed murlock named "Fraggle". Sometimes she would use her druidic talents to turn into a sage-colored saber, spending time with the orphans and allowing them to ride around on her back, reenacting their parent's noble deeds.Though the world around her seemed to be on the mend there was one part of her picture pleasant life she could not seem to fix. Another pang in her stomach came as thoughts flooded her mind's eye. It was enough to wake her husband who gently placed an arm around her waste.

"Can't sleep?"

"Not a wink." She yawned, stretching a little before turning to cuddle into her hunter-husband. "Your father wouldn't have wanted this."

"Its not that..."

"Its not about her is it?" Elunis hesitated before nodding. Her husband, Morion Catwhisper, sighed and pulled away slightly.

"She did it to herself, El. And she'll get hers for what she did; nothing you can do about that. I just hope the sentinels get to her before I do." Morion said with a slight growl in his voice. The person in question, per the letter of the law, was only truly guilty of assault and destruction of property but among the many offenses was the death of his first and most prized pet, a old moon saber matriarch named "Babygirl". While it was an offense with a minor fine and some community service, evading arrest was not. "Besides you need your rest. I'll make you some tea and honeybread-toast in a few hours." he yawned and rolled back over to his usual sleeping position. Elunis nodded but couldn't keep her eyes closed.

"Shandori, please come home..."



Shandori had little choice but to stay in her room for the remainder of the week long trip. She couldn't risk being caught then thrown overboard for robbery. Naga and sea creatures aside, the thought of sinking like a stone was enough to keep the boisterous night elf silent and hidden. She paced around like a caged moonsaber, fiddling her new little trinket. She did not take in the arcane energy but the tiny sapphire did seem to sooth her. That morning, just as dawn finally broke, she peered out of the tiny window. But unlike the previous times a small patch of brown and green came over the horizon. Land was quickly forming ahead of them as the Interdictor made its way into que. Once the doc was clear and space was made they docked. Shandori finally left her room and sprinted to the upper deck. She felt the tenseness leave her shoulders when there was no sign of the red robed human when or any gaggles of bruisers with arrest warrants, for her anyway. The warrior did a few stretches as she waited for Christoffel to appear. He walked down the knotted plank, with his share of the gems in tow, including another necklace made of gold and rubies. Like Shandori's, the necklace soothed him, affording him one of the best nights of sleep he'd had in years. They met up on the dock and made their way to The Dead Parrot, a small dive bar to which the instructions said to meet their new employer. The tiny, out of the way swill parlor was as musty and rank as its name. There was very little light despite the fine weather and cloudless sky. Shandori recognized the man, dressed only in a pair of common cloth clothes and an imposing black cloak, hood pulled well over his large nosed face. Upon further inspection, he was actually a dwarf, though slightly taller in stature. He was not alone, however. Three others, a strange assortment of creatures, came into view.

The first was a human woman, whose attire rivaled that of her succubus that stood quietly beside the table, admiring its nails. Though she was shorter than Shandori and as a human considered less comely than her Elvin counterparts, her figure was fuller and far more enticing. Her pouty, soft looking lips were painted blood red, and manicured brows arched in impatience. Her dark skin and silky black hair added to her exotic aura but the angry expression spoke to her over all demenor. She sat with one spiked boot on the floor, the other resting on the edge of her chair.

The second was sort of an oddity in the dank, dark dive bar. He was a dwarf, who's aura spoke of his holy path. His fine white robes denoted his position as a priest and his wheat colored beard was trimmed quite conservatively. But even he had his vices, it seemed, as several of the empty drinking steins on the table were within his reach. As soon as his current stein went dry he checked his depleted coin purse and immediately ordered another.

The last of the three, barely able to reach the top of the table sat there nervously fidgeting with her cloak claps. Though the shaking creature might be mistaken for a human child, she was in fact a gnome. She pulled her cloak around her if she were somehow cold, tiny frame shivering from something other than a chill wind. Her big blue eyes scanned the bar as her stylish cropped orange hair shook like the leaves on a palm tree.

As Shandori and Christoffel approached, the dwarf in the black locka nodded and signaled for them to sit. Suspicious, somewhat angry eyes rested on Christoffel, who seemed unmoved by the hostility.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, blood elf?" The warlock growled, reaching for the sword at her hip.

"He's with me." Shandori spoke up, casting an expression that dared anyone at the table to say something further on the subject. But unlike many who would be intimidated by the bold warrior, a single sword came lose from its sheath and came to rest just beneath Christoffel's chin.

"I don't work with his kind, I slaughter them. Damn horde monsters." The warlock proclaimed. It was then that a small squeak came from the tiniest member of the table.

"Um, Lockeesha, you do realize you consort with demons every day. Isn't it a bit hypocritical of you to judge someone like that?" The gnome, young Ima Ation, spoke as if expecting to be hit with a shadow bolt.

"The gnome has a point, lass." The priest managed to speak between joyful sips. All the while Christoffel sat there motionless, as if the threatening warlock didn't exist. He crossed his arms and waited for the situation to right itself, never keeping his poisonous daggers far from reach.

"Who's side are you on?"

"We're on the side of making money and each second of my time you waste threatening my business partner is less money in my coin purse. So sit your big ass down, shut up, or I'll shut you up." Shandori spoke with a calm voice but threatening glare. The sword moved from beneath Christoffel's chin as Shandori stood. Lockeesha quickly moved to within an inch of Shandori, craning hr neck to glare into the night elf's eyes.

"You think you can talk shit to me, purple bitch?"

"No, I definitely did just talk shit and if you don't get out of my face I'll send you to meet your demon friends in the next life."

"As hot as this is..." Christoffel pulled a few small objects, what looked like plain darts and flung them in the direction of the fighting pair. One hit Lockeesha in the thigh, the other hit Shandori in the arm. "...I suggest you both sit down, you wont have use of your legs in a few minutes." Shandori and Lockeesha glared at the rogue who had so administered darts that were cleaned but still had traces of paralytic poison on them. With little choice the argument ended with a pair of quick glares and curse words.

"Are you all done then?" The dwarf in the black cloak drawled. His accent was strange, not at all like the priest who seemed to speak in the standard dwarfish tone. "Lets get down to business. I'm hiring you all for a very important quest. If ye should succeed, my offer of 1000 gold a piece will stand. If ye should fail, well, lets just say you'd have to say hello to my ancestors for me."

"So what exactly is this 1000 gold quest?" Christoffel asked, seemingly interested but his eyes did not seem to marvel at the prospect. The dwarf cleared his throat and placed a map on the table.

"I am a collector and a student of archeology. The artifacts I'm studying are far too difficult to find and would take too much for me to get on my own. The artifacts in question would be very valuable to wizards and warlocks alike, if my hunch is right. I have an alchemist friend who tells me he can make a potions that can make someone as strong as a dragon, or as quick as a tiger. But these are common and only temporary. My aim it so make the effects permanent. But in order to do that I'll be needed some green dragon bones." The dwarf pointed excitedly to the map to a location in the heart of the Swamp of Sorrows. "There is a sunken temple in the middle of the swamp. Some say heroes of the past slew a whole mess of green dragons there. I'm hoping the bones still remain. If you can get me as many bones as you can find, I'll pay you an additional 100 gold per measure." The dwarf nodded.

Shandori stiffly nodded as the others seemed to ponder over the prospect of so much gold. It sounded far too good ot be true although the pay did match the work.

"How...do we...know you have...that money?" Shandori asked, struggling to move. The dwarf nodded thoughtfully and carefully responded.

"I have the money, don't you worry. I'm just not dumb enough to bring it to a table filled with murderers, rogues, and mercenaries." He shrugged. Shandori found no words to argue with his logic. She struggled but managed to place her hand down on the map and agreed to the terms. With a quick tap, Christoffel administered the anti-poison and she immediately felt some relief.The gnome, a mage and eager young student nearly leaped at the chance to obtain rare magical artifacts. Monk Wheatbeard found he was a priest who could not let these adventures or his wallet go without a bit of healing.

And so the group would head out first thing the next morning, long after Lockeesha's paralysis would ware off, in search of dragon bones and and mysterious patron's gold.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sFvENQBc-F8&ob=av2n <--- yes this. its sorta kinda forshadowing of things that I'll go into later

Aaaaannnnd that depends, wtb with real money I can go buy me some beer with or pretend money xP
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Aaaaannnnd that depends, wtb with real money I can go buy me some beer with or pretend money xP
Sorry, I'm a strict roleplayer in that regard.

That, and I'm pretty broke at the moment.

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That, and I'm pretty broke at the moment.

My literary skills are at your disposal. Give me a character and I'll write him/her into the next chapter of my story. Or I'll write an interesting backstory for one of your characters. Even one of the minor ones, if you like.
Hey I'm always up for trades. I have a whole cast so if you have a part in your fic for a specific type of character and need someone I probably have a character you can use. as for back stories, I was going to eventually do "Straydog Ticks" or backstories, side stories etc form the cast. If you wanna take on one of the Straydock Tick back stories, I will keep you in ample doodles . I'll be nice and toss one of the more screwed up and interesting ones if you like, or a more comedic one your choice
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I can't draw for shit. I kid you not. My five-year-old daughter mocks me when I bust out with her crayons. I'm that bad.

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Haahaa sounds like me and my dad xD. i honestly have no clue where the drawing skill came from. Just a lot of practice I guess or some hidden recessive gene. I'll PM you with your back story choices I'll let you pick. Spoilers will happen since, well, I'm only on chapter 2 if you can live with that xD. Just pm me with a very detailed description of what you want in the picture, and I'll even draw it on nice paper

Though the scan will probably suck, since i don't have a scanner, just a wicked awesome digi-cam.
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Haahaa sounds like me and my dad xD. i honestly have no clue where the drawing skill came from. Just a lot of practice I guess or some hidden recessive gene. I'll PM you with your back story choices I'll let you pick. Spoilers will happen since, well, I'm only on chapter 2 if you can live with that xD. Just pm me with a very detailed description of what you want in the picture, and I'll even draw it on nice paper

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The smell was nearly unbearable. Each step into the bog evoked a sloppy, muddy "blop" with a renewed stench. The questing party managed to get a ride from their employer in a cargo cart as far as Deadwind pass. When they found themselves in the Swamp of Sorrows after what seemed was a pleasant ride, minus Ima's cherubic chatter the entire way, they scrambled to cover their noses.

"Gods, it smells like something crawled up a kodo's ass and died." Chandori coughed, trying not to vomit.

"Nah, smells like me uncle Sam the morning after a keg party at Brewfeast." Monk shuttered at the memories of those blood-vomit mornings. He did his best not to get the churning swamp water on his pristine robes, but it was futile. Ima was struggling to keep her head above water.

"C-Can I get a ride, please?" She squeaked. Each step on the uneven ground threatened to send her into the foul soup. Even on the few patches of dry land the stink followed. But there were worst perils in the Swamp of Sorrows than mosquitoes and dirty water. Lockeesha's slave, the succubus, gave a warning hiss. With a crack of her venomous whip, she left a gaping wound on the flank of a swamp leopard.

"We got cats." Lockeesha hissed as a pride of leopards came from the dripping foliage. The quintet formed a tight circle, back to back as the cats began to circle licking their tarnished and broken teeth. Shandori saw how skinny they were and their ribs were as apparent as a full moon on a cloudless night.

"Hungry cats...be extra careful. They're not going to back off easy. Monk, cover me. I'll gather them up. the rest of you shoot them down."

"Wait lass--" Monk started but Shandori was already sprinting towards the largest, the patriarch. She struck it hard on the skull with the butt of her sword as the rest of the pride came down upon her. Lockeesha's succubus and Christoffel joined the fray as Lockeesha began casting horrific bolts of shadow in their direction. Ima shook once again, trembling far too much to concentrate on a spell. With a squeak she held her hands out and hoped for the best. her wild thoughts produced equally wild magic. Bolts of fire, ice, and purple light burst from her fingertips with varying results. Some of the cats were partially charred, others were frozen in place. One seemed to shrink until the form of a sheep bleated in its place. The smell of living mutton was enough to distract the other cats as they pried their teeth and claws off Shandori and pursued thier seemingly easy prey. The party ran, verbally praising their smallest member, before coming to the edge of a great lake.

As they took some time to catch their breath they noticed armor protruding from the quagmire. Elite dragon spawn that once guarded the temple lay rotting and exposed.

"You think these will do?" shandori pulled up the skull of one of the dead dragon spawn. It seemed oddly soft, and some of the flesh still stuck to it.

"I don't think so. If the bones are going to be used for alchemical experiments the inexpedience need to be precise. Dragon spawn bones may not be viable. And I suppose our esteemed employer could have gotten these himself if they were." Christoffel mused out loud. Shandori gladly tossed the skull into the muck.

"Well 'spose we gotta get a swimmin'" Monk sighed knowing he'd never get the stains out of his cloths after this adventure. Lockeesha, Christoffel, and Ima followed his lead.

"W-wait, we have to swim? Isn't there a bridge in or something?" Shandori's voice shook a little. the 4 pairs of mocking or shocked eyes fixating on her didn't help.

"Why da hell would there be a bridge? Its a SUNKEN temple." Lockeesha ticked.

"Miss Dori, you can't swim?" Ima asked with a small voice. If she wasn't purple, the others would be able to clearly see she was blushing. Ima giggled a little and swam back to where Shandori was standing. "That's ok, I think I might be able to help ya." Ima dug through her bags until she gripped a small blue sphere. She held it out, closed her eyes and concentrated on a spell. Some of the bog water began to spin and form small water spouts. Soon the spouts began to take shape. What was once nothing more than swamp water had become a giant water elemental. "Here we go, he should be able to carry ya across." Ima nodded and the water elemental floated closer to Shandori. Though its grip was awkward, Shandori eventually got situated on its massive shoulder.

"Ima, this is amazing! And you're just a student?" Shandori marveled.

"Sure as sunshine. If you think that's impressive, you should see what my teacher can do. He's nuts!" She chirped. The party made their way to the great temple and as soon as Shandori set foot on the mossy stones the water elemental that bore her returned to its original state. Now they stood in front of a set of imposing stone doors covered in much and moss and gods knew what else.

"Alright, lets get us some dragon..." Shandori began to say as she took a step forward. Her foot sank and in an instant she felt herself falling. She triggered a trap, sending the group falling into darkness. Christoffel groped in the darkness, grabbing onto a vine. It held and he quickly managed to grab a hold of Shandori. he gritted his teeth as the added weight strained the vine that gradually ripped from the temple wall. Once again they found themselves falling but a gust of air from below seemed to buffet their fall.

"Don't worry, I gotcha!" Monk shouted, casting slowing spells as quickly as possible. Soon the party's feet met solid ground again, having to wade through the remains of those unlucky enough to set off the trap and not have a skilled priest in tow. The trap above ground back into place, encasing then all in darkness. While Shandori had no trouble seeing, the others could not see within an inch of their noses. She dug through the corpses, finding some coinage, first aide supplies, and wood used for torches. Ima provided a fireball and one by one Shandori passed around the lit torches. they found themselves in a long, cobwebbed corridor. With no choice but to walk forward they quietly moved into the musty hall. The sound of running water was the only thing they could hear at first but the farther they traveled the more apparent other signs of life became.

"Sounds like imps." Lockeesha whispered as the sound of echoing speech became louder. An odor wafted in from the direction of the voices.

"And trolls. This temple used to belong to a troll clan if memory serves. Would explain that smell." Ima whispered. when they came to the end of the hall, it t-boned into another hallway. Shandori peered beyon the wall to see no less than 10 imps hopping along the corridor. Luckily their were only three trolls that she could see. they formed a plan and engaged their enemies who were no match for Shandori's rage, Ima's wild spells, and Lockeesha's shadowy might. Christoffel was only behind in the slaughter because he took the time to pickpocket the trolls before they were dismembered. They sprinted down the hallways, knowing the fight would attract the attention of others in the hallway. Sure enough, a handful of trolls and their minions came at them, all suffering the same fate. During the fray, Ima noticed an odd fetish along the wall, a sequence of strange shapes lined the wall seemed to indicate their quarry was down a long, spiral staircase.

"Guys, down this way, the bones are down there!"

"How do you know?"

"Just trust me!" Ima shouted, hitting one of the imps with a bolt of arcane light, killing it instantly. After the new set of monsters were dispatched, the party followed Ima's instructions. The hunch paid off. they came to a large sacrificial pit that was littered with the bones of trolls, dragons, and travelers. But the group felt the wind knocked out of them. they would have to pick through the bones, one by one, to try and determine which were dragon bones and which were junk.

"Uhg just remember, 1000 gold, this is worth 1000 gold..." Shandori muttered to herself as she picked through the gore. Christoffel, a skilled alchemist in his own right was the designated bone checker. After 15 minutes of the grim work, only 5 actual bones were found.

"Hey, what's this?" Lockeesha mused as she picked a large emerald from the carnage. The large stone was adorned with looked like living gold, with golden leaves growing from the branches. It slowly began to shine. Shandori's eyes went wide.

"Its a druid's tool, drop it!" Shandori shouted but it was too late. Gnarled roots burst from within the stone, quickly covering the party with poison-filled thorns. The druid's tool had become corrupted after the user's death and a spell that was intended to trap, had twisted to destroy. Shandori screamed as the thorns pricked her arms and neck as the roots constricted around her. Lockeesha, who bore a lot more skin was slipping into darkness. Monk, seeing his companions slowly being crushed and poisoned concentrated through the pain. He could feel the light coursing through him, turning him into an instrument of its love. He called forth a mighty ball of light that filled the room. Any magic that surrounded them was eaten away by the dispelling light. the party crumpled to the floor, their collective heads spinning from the poisonous barbs. Shandori snapped to attention by a strange voice in their midst.

"No, no, no no! this is bad, bad!" The voice trembled. Shandori thought the poison had caused her to hallucinate for where the tiny gnome once stood, was a six-foot troll. The troll trembled, its short orange and very stylishly cut hair shook like the leaves of a palm tree. "The light must have erased my transfiguration spell." She shook, looking with still soft looking red eyes to the party that was slowly recovering through Monk's holy light.

Ima had some explaining to do...
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Very good work. A troll in hiding; I suppose that explains the knowledge of the fetish trail. But it's the employer I keep thinking about. Obviously Dark Iron. An interest in dragon bones and alchemy suggests a connection to Deathwing. If that's true, then maybe our spying mages aren't the bad guys after all...
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Very good work. A troll in hiding; I suppose that explains the knowledge of the fetish trail. But it's the employer I keep thinking about. Obviously Dark Iron. An interest in dragon bones and alchemy suggests a connection to Deathwing. If that's true, then maybe our spying mages aren't the bad guys after all...
Thanks! and stop using your big brain to figure out my plots. Actually you're sort of close sort of not. But that's good, it means my weaving trails are sending you down the right paths if you can't figure things out right away

Poor Ima, unlike our elves and human she actually has sympathetic reasons for doing what she does. You'll find those out next chapter.
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