Mortica
07-15-2006, 06:28 PM
((as posted at http://forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.aspx?ForumName=wow-realm-theventureco&ThreadID=1629 ))
Acitrom sipped a bit of wine in the darkened inn room. His thoughts danced as they traversed the delicate spider webbing of his plans. Scenario's were explored and tested. The Plan was solid. The Plan was good.
He allowed himself a quick moment of self-indulgent congratulations. Everything was coming together well, and even faster than he had thought.
The embers of the fire grew smaller as time passed, even as the darkness outside withdrew before the emerging dawn. Acitrom meditated as he stared into the dimming coals.
The whisper of paper sliding across waxed floorboards pulled him immediately out of his reverie. Swiftly he traveled across the room and picked up the small note.
Upon deciphering the nearly illegible scratchings, not even the corner of his lips twitched despite the amusement the note caused. In public, Acitrom would smile, and laugh, and act the feral womanizing fool, but in private, there was no need to act out his emotions.
Yes, everything was coming along as planned.
Some thought the ecclectic group of people he had banded together under the initials "T.N.G." to be the dregs of the Alliance cities. But each was hand picked, and under Acitrom's careful guidance, they would soon become indispensible tools. Tools in the destruction of everyting Hordelings hold dear. Their cities, their lands, their gold, and, of course, their lives.
Perhaps the mysterious initials "T.N.G." caused whispered questions and were the butt of many a drunken joke. Even within the guild, Acitrom had heard the humorous guesses.
But soon the members of TNG would howl in triumph with the blood of their enemies flowing as though a red river at their feet. They would come to love the sounds of painful screams. They would come to share Acitrom's delight in watching the light dim in the eyes of his enemies as their life-force failed them.
Acitrom stared at the note (( http://forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.aspx?fn=wow-realm-theventureco&t=1521&p=1&tmp=1#post1521 )) for just the briefest moment before tossing it into the fire.
How fortunate that some of the less intelligent Horde had already volunteered for Phase One.
Acitrom sipped a bit of wine in the darkened inn room. His thoughts danced as they traversed the delicate spider webbing of his plans. Scenario's were explored and tested. The Plan was solid. The Plan was good.
He allowed himself a quick moment of self-indulgent congratulations. Everything was coming together well, and even faster than he had thought.
The embers of the fire grew smaller as time passed, even as the darkness outside withdrew before the emerging dawn. Acitrom meditated as he stared into the dimming coals.
The whisper of paper sliding across waxed floorboards pulled him immediately out of his reverie. Swiftly he traveled across the room and picked up the small note.
Upon deciphering the nearly illegible scratchings, not even the corner of his lips twitched despite the amusement the note caused. In public, Acitrom would smile, and laugh, and act the feral womanizing fool, but in private, there was no need to act out his emotions.
Yes, everything was coming along as planned.
Some thought the ecclectic group of people he had banded together under the initials "T.N.G." to be the dregs of the Alliance cities. But each was hand picked, and under Acitrom's careful guidance, they would soon become indispensible tools. Tools in the destruction of everyting Hordelings hold dear. Their cities, their lands, their gold, and, of course, their lives.
Perhaps the mysterious initials "T.N.G." caused whispered questions and were the butt of many a drunken joke. Even within the guild, Acitrom had heard the humorous guesses.
But soon the members of TNG would howl in triumph with the blood of their enemies flowing as though a red river at their feet. They would come to love the sounds of painful screams. They would come to share Acitrom's delight in watching the light dim in the eyes of his enemies as their life-force failed them.
Acitrom stared at the note (( http://forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.aspx?fn=wow-realm-theventureco&t=1521&p=1&tmp=1#post1521 )) for just the briefest moment before tossing it into the fire.
How fortunate that some of the less intelligent Horde had already volunteered for Phase One.