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Danyxandra
02-03-2006, 10:25 AM
The goblin arms dealer cackled with glee as he translated the letter into the human language. How he’d gotten a copy of the letter, well he’d never tell. Things like this were a boon to his business and he wasn’t about to give his sources away.

Dr. DeStrasza,
As you know, we are working on a series of variations of the plague. We have come upon one that may be of interest to you as it has some of the properties that you and your Mistress Clys are seeking in your own research. This particular strain inflicts undeath upon the host once infected, however, there is a very long delay in the damage it does to the organs and tissues. We have been working on extending that delay to the damaging of the internal organs, but as it is not really our interest and it is yours, we thought perhaps you would like to further study this and test it for us.
We will provide you with the strain, one portion for your studies, and a second larger portion for the mass testing. We suggest the dwarves of Loch Modan. The lake there is perfect for massively distributing this strain variation to a large amount of subjects. If this latest synthesis of the plague is a success, the horde will have immortal dwarven slaves that can be passed on for generations much like silver dinnerware. On the other hand, if the test subjects reject the timing element of this new strain and their organs begin to decay, well a few less dwarfs for the roasting pan, but they will assuredly breed more for us so no harm done.
May the Dark Lady bless you,
Master Faranell,
The Royal Apothecary Society

The goblin blew softly on the parchment to hasten the drying of the ink and then set it aside to start another copy to pass on to another alliance guild willing to spend gold at his little shop of weapons.

Daly
02-03-2006, 04:06 PM
((If I am stomping all over your toes, please let me know and I will delete posthaste. It wrote itself really though. So if you can find room for a gnome whose mental image of himself does not accurately reflect reality, I'd love to help the "Good Guys!"))

It was raining the day the knock came at my door. I should have known better then to open it; no one brings good news when it’s raining. The missive had come from some high ranking official, as usual. Barons, Dukes, Kings, their names all ran together. The whey-faced pageboy handed me the parchment and waited expectantly. It looked like something big was going down in Loch Modan. The mission must have been critical for them to call in someone of my calibre. After I read the document, I only had one question.

“Hey, do you know what “expendable” means?”

Danyxandra
02-03-2006, 04:14 PM
((*giggles* Stomp away. That's what I'm here for, some mixing and mingling))

snake
02-03-2006, 05:11 PM
Apollion was making his way through Booty bay, checking out the wares, seeing the sights, it was a tough job being A lantern, making sure everything was going alright. When a little goblin told him to come closer...


Apollion walked out of the goblin's hut a few G shorter and with a few bumps on his head...but he had the letter...

He must do what is right, he knew that he had to get to loch modan and help out, it was what he did, he just hoped they didnt wear yellow...


(( hope a delusional superhero can come =D ))

Danyxandra
02-03-2006, 05:23 PM
((by the way, this event is for February 11th, 9pm server time. Not this saturday but NEXT. just to be clear))

Northern
02-04-2006, 02:47 AM
"AHH!"

The goblin screamed like a little girl as Northern's mailed fist came down upon the wood top of his counter, clenching the grim note.

"You cracked it! Look! Right there!"

The Forsaken filth tinkering in Loch Modan?! Northern would sooner pull out his beard with his bare hands, than stand by and let a single one of the RAS fiends steal a breath of his air.

"Your'e paying for this! You have money don't you? Oh, you better have money, else I'm calling the guards!"

The Regiment must be warned, blades must be sharpened, patrols sent out.

"Guards! GUARDS!" The greasy goblin jumped out from behind his desk and scuttled towards the door, keeping an accusing eye on the old dwarf.

In a single low swoop Northern grabbed the goblin by the ear and dragged his face up to his own.

"Hold your tongue afore a tradgic 'accident' happens where ah mistake ye fer an orc.."

The goblin whimpered.

In disgust the Dwarf freed the goblin and quickly walked out the door.

"Wait..he didn't pay for that note." the goblin said inder his breath. "GUARDS!"