borislav
07-10-2006, 04:07 PM
Alas it was not meant to be, for on his journey back to Ironforge the shadowy figure was waylaid by the great Thump 'Er doom. While he lay there thinking of the injustice of the situation and the complete and total absurdity of it all, a wandering priest came upon him. God's be praised he thought, I am saved I will be able to carry on the name and tradition of the Sgian Dubh....
But then again...
* * *
Mcfeegle looked down upon the twisted and bleeding figure all wrapped in black and thought "Damn but that must be uncomfortable, with his cloak his riding up his arse and everything, Oh well I guess I had better help". As he bent down to lay his hands on the body it shifted under him and a pathetic groan escaped from somewhere within the mass of mutilated flesh. "Be calm brother I'm just checking your wounds" as he checked the money pouch and let out a soft chuckle, "You are indeed lucky my friend, you have just enough for a lesser healing prayer" he said "Now try and hold still, this is going to hurt.......alot"
So calling forth and pleading with the gods to heal this wretched soul, Mcfeegle was able to fix all of the figures wounds and not leave and visible scars, as long as you didn't look directly at him...oh well what can you expect for 50 silver and a handful of copper.
* * *
The figure watched fascinated despite himself as this clumsy oaf of a priest swirled and pranced around screeching at the sky like some lunatic elf on moonjuice. As the priest's prayers were answered he began to feel the renewing effects start to mend his bones and flesh, and just then suddenly stop just short of complete. And by the god's that was one thing the priest did not lie about...it hurt like the 7 hell's ( 9 being the beating he had just received from Thump 'er Doom).
Having regained his ability to speak the figure calmly asked Mcfeegle "What in the Bloody hell kind of priest are you!" "You almost killed me!"
Mcfeegle looked down upon this ungrateful little twit and responded " A shadow priest, and if you would like me to undo what I just did, just say so."
"No, no, that's fine, good work by the way, I always wanted to be able to bend my fingers that way." "By the way have you ever thought about fighting the Horde, you are a natural with pain." as he tried to pull his cloak over his shredded clothing, "I am the leader of a special Horde extermination guild that is currently looking for recruits, and mayhaps a new leader, since I think that my hunting days are over now."
As Mcfeegle pondered the strangers question, he fired back with his own, "Does it pay?"
"Not with money persay, but the benefits are nice."
"Such as?"
"Well, for starters this nifty uniform, and good dependable companions."
Mcfeegle glanced around the clearing, "What companions?"
The figure looked down at his feet sheepishly, "Well that is the problem at the moment, they all seem to be dead or missing", he looked at Mcfeegle hopefully, "So what do you say?" "Interested?
"So let me get this straight, you want to recruit me, with no pay, no guild and apparently someone has you on a Kill on Sight list."
"Yep"
"Hell yeah, sign me up!"
* * *
So it begins again,
Welcome to Sgian Dubh
But then again...
* * *
Mcfeegle looked down upon the twisted and bleeding figure all wrapped in black and thought "Damn but that must be uncomfortable, with his cloak his riding up his arse and everything, Oh well I guess I had better help". As he bent down to lay his hands on the body it shifted under him and a pathetic groan escaped from somewhere within the mass of mutilated flesh. "Be calm brother I'm just checking your wounds" as he checked the money pouch and let out a soft chuckle, "You are indeed lucky my friend, you have just enough for a lesser healing prayer" he said "Now try and hold still, this is going to hurt.......alot"
So calling forth and pleading with the gods to heal this wretched soul, Mcfeegle was able to fix all of the figures wounds and not leave and visible scars, as long as you didn't look directly at him...oh well what can you expect for 50 silver and a handful of copper.
* * *
The figure watched fascinated despite himself as this clumsy oaf of a priest swirled and pranced around screeching at the sky like some lunatic elf on moonjuice. As the priest's prayers were answered he began to feel the renewing effects start to mend his bones and flesh, and just then suddenly stop just short of complete. And by the god's that was one thing the priest did not lie about...it hurt like the 7 hell's ( 9 being the beating he had just received from Thump 'er Doom).
Having regained his ability to speak the figure calmly asked Mcfeegle "What in the Bloody hell kind of priest are you!" "You almost killed me!"
Mcfeegle looked down upon this ungrateful little twit and responded " A shadow priest, and if you would like me to undo what I just did, just say so."
"No, no, that's fine, good work by the way, I always wanted to be able to bend my fingers that way." "By the way have you ever thought about fighting the Horde, you are a natural with pain." as he tried to pull his cloak over his shredded clothing, "I am the leader of a special Horde extermination guild that is currently looking for recruits, and mayhaps a new leader, since I think that my hunting days are over now."
As Mcfeegle pondered the strangers question, he fired back with his own, "Does it pay?"
"Not with money persay, but the benefits are nice."
"Such as?"
"Well, for starters this nifty uniform, and good dependable companions."
Mcfeegle glanced around the clearing, "What companions?"
The figure looked down at his feet sheepishly, "Well that is the problem at the moment, they all seem to be dead or missing", he looked at Mcfeegle hopefully, "So what do you say?" "Interested?
"So let me get this straight, you want to recruit me, with no pay, no guild and apparently someone has you on a Kill on Sight list."
"Yep"
"Hell yeah, sign me up!"
* * *
So it begins again,
Welcome to Sgian Dubh