Fhenrir
10-01-2008, 02:56 PM
(( Obviously a little dated now, this is something I wrote up to explain the swap of my raiding main. ))
It was an ordinary day for Fhenrir so far; He'd inished up his duties in Alterac Valley early and found himself with a little time to rest before he had to head to Black Temple. He was hoping to put another dent into Illidan's forces.
Fhenrir headed to Mulgore, bringing his fishing pole with him and making his way to Stonebull Lake. Casually, he began to relax and cast a line into the water.
However, a familiar voice coming from behind him made him cringe in disgust. "Eh heh heh... 'Ey dere, cow."
The voice of Tetsuju. One of his least favorite voices. "What do you want? Planning to show yourself so I can kill you this time?"
Tetsuju wasn't stupid enough to expose himself in front of the heavily armored, twice his size Fhenrir. Still, from his hidden position he snickered. "O' course not. Ah got somethin' important to talk witcha, regardin' your position in dah TeeEnnArr."
Fhenrir paused, setting his fishing pole down. "TNR? What business do you have with us?"
"Ah'm just lookin' to help. Ah hear ya need roguey types, yah?"
Fhenrir palmed his face. TNR was indeed looking for more rogues to help with their assaults, and as much as he hated to admit it Tetsuju was at least competent in staying hidden. He regrettably knew as much already.
While Fhenrir thought, Tetsuju didn't wait to continue talking. "So Ah got an offer for ya. Ah'll come an' help out yer group for as long as ya need. Guaranteed attendance whenever ya ask."
Fhenrir quirked a brow. "What's the catch?"
"Nah catch. All ya gotta go is agree to get me some high quality leathers quickly in exchange for mah work."
Fhenrir thought about the proposal for a moment. He didn't like the idea of giving Tetsuju anything, but they were already preparing to get whoever they brought in the same leather he was asking for. Suddenly, a small piece of parchment floated down near his hooves.
"Jus' sign on the dotted line o' the paper 'ere an' we're good to go!"
Fhenrir picked up the paper and looked it over, thinking to read it before signing anything. He paused and blinked a couple times as he brought it to eye level. "... This is written in druidic. I can't read this."
"Nah, but ya leader Saba can, righ'? I already talked ta him about comin' along, 'e's cool wit' it."
With a sigh, Fhenrir nodded and retrieved his quill, signing his name on the dotted line at the bottom of the page.
Barely a moment after he'd finished, the paper was snatched from his hand and Tetsuju was visible 30 yards away, running off at top speed. Tetsuju half turned to watch Fhenrir as he yelled, a grin across his face. "By tha' way! One of the stipulations of this contract is that YER no longer comin' with us! Ah'm yer official replacement, ya meat head!"
"..."
---
Later that night when Fhenrir arrived at the Temple, he was greeted by Saba near the meeting stone, who seemed a little surprised to see him. "What's up Fhen? Come to see us off?"
Fhenrir looked confused. "See us off...? What...?"
Saba nodded once. "Yeah, your rogue buddy turned in your official request for retirement earlier today, as well as your request to have him serve as your replacement. I'm a little skeptical, but as long as this troll isn't too abysmal I have no objections."
Fhenrir simply stared at Saba for a long moment before whistling for his dragon. "Uh... right. Let me know if you need me then. I'll have my necklace ready."
Saba waved as Fhenrir flew off, thinking nothing of the situation.
As Saba turned to head into the temple he was met by Faldane. “Saba, all of our mages for tonight are suffering severe head trauma from Kalecgos Portal Sickness, and our paladins are too drunken and confused to stop using Divine Intervention on random people, causing more than a few fatalities. Also, Sancte appears to have cut a few new holes into Andread over some sort of arguement over, uh... “Dee pee ess potential for cats” or something. Andread is gonna miss tonight to have his wounds sewn up.”
Saba simply palmed his face. “For fuckssake...”
It was an ordinary day for Fhenrir so far; He'd inished up his duties in Alterac Valley early and found himself with a little time to rest before he had to head to Black Temple. He was hoping to put another dent into Illidan's forces.
Fhenrir headed to Mulgore, bringing his fishing pole with him and making his way to Stonebull Lake. Casually, he began to relax and cast a line into the water.
However, a familiar voice coming from behind him made him cringe in disgust. "Eh heh heh... 'Ey dere, cow."
The voice of Tetsuju. One of his least favorite voices. "What do you want? Planning to show yourself so I can kill you this time?"
Tetsuju wasn't stupid enough to expose himself in front of the heavily armored, twice his size Fhenrir. Still, from his hidden position he snickered. "O' course not. Ah got somethin' important to talk witcha, regardin' your position in dah TeeEnnArr."
Fhenrir paused, setting his fishing pole down. "TNR? What business do you have with us?"
"Ah'm just lookin' to help. Ah hear ya need roguey types, yah?"
Fhenrir palmed his face. TNR was indeed looking for more rogues to help with their assaults, and as much as he hated to admit it Tetsuju was at least competent in staying hidden. He regrettably knew as much already.
While Fhenrir thought, Tetsuju didn't wait to continue talking. "So Ah got an offer for ya. Ah'll come an' help out yer group for as long as ya need. Guaranteed attendance whenever ya ask."
Fhenrir quirked a brow. "What's the catch?"
"Nah catch. All ya gotta go is agree to get me some high quality leathers quickly in exchange for mah work."
Fhenrir thought about the proposal for a moment. He didn't like the idea of giving Tetsuju anything, but they were already preparing to get whoever they brought in the same leather he was asking for. Suddenly, a small piece of parchment floated down near his hooves.
"Jus' sign on the dotted line o' the paper 'ere an' we're good to go!"
Fhenrir picked up the paper and looked it over, thinking to read it before signing anything. He paused and blinked a couple times as he brought it to eye level. "... This is written in druidic. I can't read this."
"Nah, but ya leader Saba can, righ'? I already talked ta him about comin' along, 'e's cool wit' it."
With a sigh, Fhenrir nodded and retrieved his quill, signing his name on the dotted line at the bottom of the page.
Barely a moment after he'd finished, the paper was snatched from his hand and Tetsuju was visible 30 yards away, running off at top speed. Tetsuju half turned to watch Fhenrir as he yelled, a grin across his face. "By tha' way! One of the stipulations of this contract is that YER no longer comin' with us! Ah'm yer official replacement, ya meat head!"
"..."
---
Later that night when Fhenrir arrived at the Temple, he was greeted by Saba near the meeting stone, who seemed a little surprised to see him. "What's up Fhen? Come to see us off?"
Fhenrir looked confused. "See us off...? What...?"
Saba nodded once. "Yeah, your rogue buddy turned in your official request for retirement earlier today, as well as your request to have him serve as your replacement. I'm a little skeptical, but as long as this troll isn't too abysmal I have no objections."
Fhenrir simply stared at Saba for a long moment before whistling for his dragon. "Uh... right. Let me know if you need me then. I'll have my necklace ready."
Saba waved as Fhenrir flew off, thinking nothing of the situation.
As Saba turned to head into the temple he was met by Faldane. “Saba, all of our mages for tonight are suffering severe head trauma from Kalecgos Portal Sickness, and our paladins are too drunken and confused to stop using Divine Intervention on random people, causing more than a few fatalities. Also, Sancte appears to have cut a few new holes into Andread over some sort of arguement over, uh... “Dee pee ess potential for cats” or something. Andread is gonna miss tonight to have his wounds sewn up.”
Saba simply palmed his face. “For fuckssake...”