Beginnings

[Laron]

((I am new to forum RP so any help would be.... helpful.))

Stepping off the tram car, Laron sighs a breath of relief. He had did not have a criminal record with the Dwarves in their mountain town. He would have to stay clear of Stormwind for some time. At least until the revolt was resolved… Entering the Tinker town, he sees his Guild Inferno, Mynikens Flamesprocket, busy doing what she loves, tinkering… Walking up he kneels at he side and says ”Good morning my Mistress, how does the day fare you?” Mynikens doesn’t seem to notice. He gives her robe a tug, still looking down. Mynikens stops turning her wrench and looks started at Laron. “OhmyhellomyBlaze!” Saluting him, he stands. “Theyletyououtdear?” Smiling, Laron says “Something like that…” “Iwasoworriedaboutyou.” She hugs his leg. “Whereareyouoftonowdear?” “I am off to Rachet, I got a job to do.” “WellyoumakesuretosayhitoLivforme.” “I will Mistress.” Bowing down he kisses her greasy hand. Saluting him she says “OhandLaron.” She smiles. “Trytostayoutoftrouble.” As Laron walks out of the gates of Ironforge, the air is cold and biting. Snow crunching under his feet he looks to the East. “Well I had better get moving if I want to make it to the Loch by night fall.”

[Laron]

The sun was setting in the mountains of Loch Modan. Laron was both tired and cold. The snow in Dun Morogh had been heavier than he had ever thought. His people were not cut out for this kind of weather. Getting to a clearing, Laron decided to make a small fire and possibly get some rest. His boots were hardened to his feet and his hair was frozen to his cloak. After starting a small fire he started to thaw out. The Loch was a thriving wild, with lots of animals making their presence know in the night. It almost sounded like home. Laron’s stomach growled, and he started to wish he had payed more attention to his father when he was a boy. Laron’s father was a great hunter and a true Elf at heart. He lived off the land and nothing else. Only killing for food and using everything of his kill, so that nothing went to waste. But Laron was not cut out for the wilderness, he loved the comforts the city had to offer. The wealth, the drinking, the glamour, and especially the women… Growing up Laron had learned to “lift” a coin pouch at age 154 and by the time he was ready to leave and make his mark on the world, he had been running a gambling ring in Darnassus for at least 10 years. But none of that would help him now…
He searches through his back pack one last time to only find some old parchment, and his writing kit. “Hmm well I guess now that I am warmer I can try to hunt some food.” Looking around Laron doesn’t find any tracks that he can tell, so he decides, berries would be easier to catch… Rummaging through the bush, he finds some berries. None of them are edible; in fact some of them are used in making poison. He stores them away in his poison vial and starts to head back to his camp.

[Lupa]

((Heheh, a spoiled brat Metrosexual Night Elf..! Good Job Laron, I like it alot!)

8)

[Laron]

8O :lol: I laughed so hard I almost blew soda out my nose, you nailed it right on the head...

[Laron]

Coming back Laron’s fire had attracted a young bear, who wasn’t happy to be startled by Laron, Standing on his hind legs he roars to make Laron fear him. This attempt doesn’t even phase him. Laron’s motto has always been:

“There are predators and there is prey, and he would not be food for anyone.”

He quickly drew his daggers and waited for the bear to strike. Circling the bear he finally got his chance. As the bear struck, Laron gracefully evaded its paw and made a quick kidney shot, followed by a downward strike to the back of its neck. Severing it’s spinal column The bear fell to the ground with a thud. Thanking Elune for the gift. Laron tried his best to carve the meat, to make a piece he could cook. Thinking back to the first time he had ever had bear meat. His brother Azrid had been the one to take down the bear, with a skillful bow shot and how proud his father was of him, and the resentment he felt for his brother. He was never good at the elven ways, and his younger brother being so good over shadowed him. This was his drive to make something of himself. He also remembered his sister, Amadare, protesting the killing of the bear in the first place and how she didn’t eat any of it. But her path took her towards being a druid, and that was their way. After eating Laron laid down to get some sleep.

[Laron]

In the morning Laron collected his things, and headed towards town. Cracking his back, he remembers just why he hated sleeping outside. Laron is parched as he comes over the hill to see the town of Thelsamar. Walking to the inn, he knows the Dwarves here love their drinks. They have some of the strongest brew around, well, aside from Orc Swill. The bar here is usually packed and his fingers were starting to itch…
As he walks through the crowd and makes his way up to the bar, Laron accidentally bumps into a solid dwarf with two long braids of hair resting on her breastplate. Spilling her drink, she turns around and grabs Laron by the collar with one hand and wipes her beard off with the other. “You’d better be buy’in me a nother stout, toothpick!” Laron apologizes “I am truly sorry for my lack of grace around such a lady so fare.” He then stops as she starts to laugh loudly. “Kikari is that you? By Elune you have grown!” Her smile turns to a rosy blush. “Laron? Ya always could melt me heart, even when I was a lass.” Laron was good friends with her father and first met her, she was a young girl. But she had grown into a very sturdy warrior. “So you look as though you turned out to be a well rounded warrior.” Kakari laugh again, and says “Warrior? Don’t be daft, I was called by the temple to be a Paladin of The Light!” “Paladin?! Very nice!” Turning to the bar maid who had started to flirt with him earlier, and is now looking jealous of Kakari. Laron says out loud “Please bring me a round of drinks for my old friend Kakari Gravebane, she has become a fine Paladin.” Paying the bar maid, he gives her a wink, and leans over and whispers to her which room he is in tonight… Blushing she goes back to work.

[Kurohane]

"I'm not a blood pin coushin," she exclaimed with a cry of pain before she could still her tounge.

"Thah troll said otherwise, lass," the dwarf grinned up at her, his fingers pulling the last stitch on her side tight. "Thar. Thah should hold ye 'til ye get te one o' yer healers."

The noise from the first floor of the tavern drowned out his continued muttering as she glanced down the stairs. A nice little pickle she had gotten herself into, indeed. She had been traveling to the Badlands when the cry of alarm rose from Thelsamar. She had spun her mount around, storming back towards the town, bow already drawn at her side and her faithful mountain lion, Balah, snarling at the sent of troll and undead.

But, of course, she had not seen that nasty troll rogue, only the Forsaken mage. The mage was easy enough to dispatch of, already wounded by the gaurds as he was. But the rogue... The rogue had managed to get his blade through her chainmail and into her side - just missing some rather vital organs - before Balah had tackled him to the ground. She'd been dazed for several seconds, unable to move as the confusion and pain slowly faded. When she regained her footing, she had stumbled back to draw up her bow and land the final deadly shot - only to have him vanish in clear sight. She had set off flare after flare, attempting to reveal his hiding place - but either her judgement of his movements were off, or he had left the area.

It wasn't until this gaurd who claimed to know a thing or two about first aid had dragged her into the tavern to stitch her up, that she had finally stopped her search.

Beside her, Balah nuzzled her hand up ontop of his head, peering up into her gaze. She smiled faintly, shaking her head.

"I know what you're thinking, boy. I'll have to find someone else to patch me up properly," she told the giant cat in Darnassian. "Alucian wouldn't be best pleased to have me coming home like this. Better he doesn't know I got in over my head again."

Wincing as she stood from the pain shooting up her side, added a bit more quietly, "Nor Weasel or any of them... too protective as it is. I think we should take a ride on over to Ironforge - I'm sure Garbhan will give me a hand if he's around."

Strapping on her hulking shoulder armor, she began down the stairs, only to pause. Nearly half the tavern was eyeing her... Oh, right. She had been talking to her cat, n Darnassian, in the middle of Thelsamar. Maybe it had been a longer night than she had thought.

[Laron]

Noticing the bar almost stop to look at the freshly injured Night Elf, Laron couldn't help but over hear what he thought was her talking to her pet... Truning to Kikari, he says. "Are you sober enough to do some healing my friend?" With a gruff "I'm not a think as you drunk I am! I can drink a person when I have had a heal." Patting her on the shoulder and smiling, he walks over to the woman who looks as though she is getting ready to travel. Keeping his distance from her large cat, Laron says "I don't think it would be good to travel untill you get that looked at by a healer. "My friend, when she sobers up, is a Paladin. Let me get you a room for the night." Laron, being around hunters most of his life knows to let her pet smell his hand first before approaching her. After a brief moment of distrust, her cat smells that Laron is just as Night Elf as her master. Holding out his hand he offers to help her up to the inn keep.

[Kurohane]

Stopping in the middle of fighting the buckle of that hulking shoulder piece - when she took it off of Herod, she really should have thought about just how cumberson it would be on her thinner frame - she glanced from the Night Elf, to the dwarf and back again. Her first thought was to simply wave off the offer - with all that was going on lately, it would do her better to be in one of the capitols, having access to those lines of communication.

Balah, on the other hand, thought diffrently, nudging the back of her leg with a small growl and nearly knocking her knee out from under her. Giving the beast a sharp glare, she finally sighs.

"I cannot stay the entire night here, but if your friend is so willing, I could spare a bit to wait for her to sober," she finally answered, placing her hand in his, if nothing more than to regain her balance from her cat's nudging.

[Laron]

Smiling at her Laron takes her hand and asks what is so important to travel on such a bad wound? Then looking at Kikari, who is still trying to salute him. He says "With my friend it could take a while, you sure you don't want me to aquire you a room?" He steals a chair from a dwarf who doesn't even miss it until he trys to sit down. The other dwarves laugh, and after a bit of time lying on the ground, he joins in their laughter. Petting her cat he says in Elvish "Are you hungry? Not much of a hunter myself. But the Wolf steak is excelent here." looking for a chair of his own he says "My name is Laron Ravenshank, and yours is?"

[Kurohane]

"Quite the inquisitive one," she smiles faintly in return, attempting to hide the small grimace of pain as she takes the offered seat. "Ogema Kurohane Mistviel, of the Swordwaltzers - and really, there's no need to get me a room. If it comes to that, I'm sure I can manage it."

Giving up on the hulking shoulder armor, she lays the piece down beside her chair, keeping a close watch on the rogue from the corner of her eye. "Forgive me, Laron, what was the rest of that stream of questions you directed at me?" Smirking ever so slightly in amusement, she leans back in the chair as Balah settles beside her.

[Laron]

"Lady Mistviel?" kissing her hand and bowing "Tis a pleasure to meet you." Finnally stealing a chair for himself, he says "What was is so important to risk travel on such a wound?" Showing concern for the blood that has soaked through the bandages. "Stupid half drunken dwarven gaurds couldn't bandage a hangnail correctly." He reaches in his pack and takes out his silk bandages and some gauze. "Im surprized they didn't make it worse." Guesturing to her to raise her arm. He chuckled and says "I also asked if you were hungry, the Wolf Steak is superb here."

[Kurohane]

A smirk spread slowly over her lips as he spoke and she shook her head slightly. "They aren't so bad as all that, these gaurds," she informed him, amusement touching her voice despite how she grimaced as she raised the side of her tabard and chainmail to reveal the stitched wound. "This is far from the first time they've had to drag me off of the hunt to get myself patched up."

Forcing a smile to cover any more grimaces of pain, she deftly passed over the initial question, moving on to a subject her stomach was far more intrested in at the moment. "But this steak, now... That sounds like a marvelous idea."

[Laron]

Seeing the displeasure in her eyes, yet a smile on her face, tells Laron that she isn't a good lier. But she is trusting enough to let him do what needs to be done. Slowly peeling off the old blood soaked bandage, Laron applies a small ammount of herbal balm to the gauze. "This should help with the pain." Carefully placing it on her wound he then wraps it with a silk bandage. "There ya go, now let me buy you dinner." Heading over to the kitchen, Laron orders 4 wolf steaks, one not cooked. Coming back to check on Kikari, he knotices she has made her way over to Kurohane. She starts to cast her healing light but forgets the finishing words. Laron Sits down in the booth and looks at Kurohane's side, he makes the cutting motion acrossed his throat.saying "I hope you killed the bastard who did this to you, or at least made them remeber you." The steaks arrive, Kikari says a prayer to The Light and proceeds to devoure her steak. Leaning over Laron slides Kurohane's pet the uncooked one.

[Kurohane]

Nodding her thanks for both her steak and Balah's, she begins slowly cutting off a small bite as she speaks. "Remeber me, perhaps. His friend certainly would if that undead carcass ever moves on it's own again, but that bastard troll managed to vanish out from under me."

Placing the bite of meat in her mouth with all of her old, embedded ettiquete, she shakes her head with a faint glower for that prey that got away.

[Laron]

Scratching his chin, Laron says "Well no wonder you don't much care for thieves. The old flash powder trick eh? Though with the fall of his companion he probably didn't stick around." Making notice that she is eating with some form of ettiquete, shows Laron that she probably didn't grow up as he did, not from a family of hunters. He thinks of his faher and brother who barely no how to use utensils. and how it always disgusted him to eat with them. "No this one is different." he thought. Trying not to stare, Laron trys to think back to the last time he had the chance to even see another Night Elf. You don't see too many of his kind in towns.

[Kurohane]

"I can never be too certain with rogues - my apologies, no offence ment - that decide to attack our towns," she answered, waving her hand at the small interjection to show he was not included in the blanket title. "It seems we hunters are some of thier favorite prey, and far too many times I have thought the area cleared only to have one pop up behind me as soon as I take a moment to bandage myself or the like. Perhaps this one didn't stick around, but I would not be the least suprised to hear those alarms sound again tonight and find him the culprit."

Pausing in her meal, she turns to start fishing through one of her bags. Finally, a wide grin spreads over her lips and she turns back - only to knock his knee with something under the table. "Shh," she whispers in Darnassian, "don't let them catch you drinking a non-Dwarven brew, but this is one of my favorites. You bought dinner, so I'll spring the drinks." Grinning, she brings her own flask up to her lips and takes a small sip of the Darkmoon Reserve before capping it off and slipping it back into her bag.

[Laron]

Laron waves off the appology, "No need for that M'lady, I have probably made my share of Horde feel the way." Feeling the bump against his leg, Laron reaches down and slips the flask into his boot. He does this without even so much as a blink. No change in expression or indication that he is doing anything. Then Laron realizes that Kurohane is not one of his contacts and that she just handed him a finer Elven Wine. Laron makes sure no one is looking, and takes a drink of his own. "Oh thank you! It has been quite some time since I have had the chance to return to our home. This brings back memories." Finishing her steak, Kikari wipes off her beard, and says "Well now lass let me tend yer wound." She starts to chant as her now rosey cheeks and nose start to glow. Channeling the healing powers of The Light, Kikari's hand look as though they are on fire.

[Laron]

((Itching to write more... So much more to the story. Kurohane where are you!!)) :D :D :D

[Kurohane]

((Sorry hun, I've been swamped both in game, and in real life.))

[Laron]

/em patiently waits.

:P

[Laron]

Kurohane's Wound closes and almost stops hurting completely. Laron flashes his most charming smile, and says "The offer still stands for that Room for the night, but if not then it has been a pleasure meeting you." Kissing her hand, he bids her good night, and heads down stairs to his room.

That night Laron sits at the small table in his room counting the coin he acquired, when he hears a light knock at his door. He sweeps the coins into his pack, and placs it under his bead. Holding his dagger, he cracks the door open to see who is outside. The young Dwarven bar maid standing at the door. She is looking back and forth as to not get caught in the inn’s hallway, waiting for an answer. Laron quickly lets her in and puts his dagger away. He says “I had hoped I would see you tonight.” Kissing her passionately, he slides the strap of her dress off her shoulder, and lightly kisses it then starts to kiss his way up her neck. She holds his head close to her, not wanting to let go, as her own head arcs back exposing her supple neck…

< Rated X > This scene has been cut for younger audiences. I will write it later. ;o)~

[Laron]

The next morning Laron wakes up with a note sitting on the night stand that says “Come up and I’ll make ya some breakfast sweety.” Laron folds the note and puts it away. Not wanting to rude, he dresses and heads to the dining area. The bar is still full, with people still there from the night before. A few of them are holding their heads and groaning, others are snoring loudly. He sees that Kakari is still sitting at her table mug in hand, head on the table. Laron slips the mug out of her hand and picks her up in his arms. “Wow she is much heavier than I remembered her!” Taking her downstairs he lays her in his bed and removes her armor. Laying it neatly at the foot of the bed, he takes out a piece of parchment, and writes

Dearest Kakari,
It was a pleasure to see you once again. You have grown into a very fine woman, and noble Paladin. You are probably wondering why you are in my bed with your armor removed. Not to worry, your Honor is still with you. I brought you here in the morning and dressed you for bed.

Till our paths cross again. Light be with you, my new Paladin.

Your friend,
Laron Ravenshank

Heading back up stairs the smell of alcohol is still lingering in the bar, but is quickly being chased out by the smell of delicious corn beef and hash being cooked in the kitchen. Smelling fresh eggs bacon, Laron is completely happy with the life he has chosen. The wild could never provide him with such enjoyment. Lifting a drunken Human off of the table, and setting him in a booth with a Dwarf, Laron clears himself a place to sit. The bar maid hearing the noise comes out with a smile on her face and a slight bounce in her step. “What can I get for ya this fine mornin?” She waits for Laron to decide trying not to blush. “The corn beef and hash smells wonderful, I’ll have an order of that please.” She gives him a wink and heads off to the kitchen.

[Laron]

Sitting at the table he wonders how Lady Mistviel was faring, he didn’t see where she went off to last night. He had hoped she would have taken him up on the offer of the inn room for the night, but perhaps she is spoken for. “I hope she is well though.” He thinks. Maybe he will send her a letter later to make sure she is doing okay. Though if she checks her mail like his Hunter brother does, then it could be months before she gets her mail…
After breakfast, Laron leaves a large tip and a rose on the table, and heads out towards the Wetlands. Most of his time is spent avoiding roving patrols of The Horde, making his walk even longer... As he sneaks through the swamp, he notices what looks like a birds nest on the ground. Being sure not to get near it, he starts to circle around but then freezes when he finally catches a view of what made the nest. A group of raptors, are standing around, lightly bobbing their heads as they walk. One of the large beasts quickly raises his head and starts to stiff the air. With small grunting sounds, he sees three more start to look. Laron slips his hand into his pocket, and grabs a bottle of his cologne. He waits for the beast to look away, and throws it in the opposite direction that he is heading. Breaking on the rocks, the smell from bottle is overwhelming. The raptors hearing the noise run towards the bottle and start to sneeze from the strong odor. Taking this opportunity, Laron slips away avoiding the fight all together. He decides to brave taking the road.

[Laron]

It is late when he gets to the Inn at Menathil Harbor. After trolling through the swamp water he desperately needs a bath. In the morning he will take the boat to Dark Shore, but for tonight he could use the sleep… Pushing the door open he takes a quick glance around looking for anyone he knew. No one so far, walking to the Inn Keep he gets his room, leaning over he asks “Could I also get a bath?” Sniffing at him, he says “Yeah, our Bath House is out back.” Laron walks out to the bath house, and sees that neither the men’s, nor the ladies door hanger had been placed on the door. “Good I can relax alone.” Taking the men’s door hanger, he places it on the door. His feet hurt from the long walk he had done today, and his body ached for the hot water of the mineral spring. With his clothes folded in the corner, Laron slips into the steaming water. Leaning back, he starts to falls asleep…

((Though I am writing a progressive story, this is still open for people to join in. =o) Makes things intersting, and I could take it in a differnt direction with someone joining in... ))

[Laron]

Laron is woken with the inhale of water from his head slipping under. Coughing he realizes he has been sleeping for a while. He dries off and his now pruned body, and brushing his hair. He dresses and heads to the inn, giving the room one more look to see if he has been recognized, by any humans that might be from Stormwind. He then walks to the bar noticing a Human woman in a nice velvet robe. He takes a quick glance to admire her form, and flashes her, a nice smile. “So what brings you here?” She looks at him and says “Nothing that would concern you elf.” Trying to ignore the rude comment, he says “I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.” She rolls her eyes and says “That is because I didn’t give it.” Slightly chuckling, he nods and says “No I guess you didn’t. Well good luck with whatever you are doing.” He finishes his drink, and stands to leave. “Guess I am spending tonight alone.” He thinks to himself as he heads to his room.

[Laron]

In the morning, Laron pays for passage to board the ship to Darkshore. The travel is fairly uneventful. The ship has very few passengers, which meant Laron has to keep his hands in his own pockets. Very easy to be found out if there are only a few people… Arriving, the smell of the ocean and the tress here brings back many memories of Laron’s childhood. He had been told not to leave the main tree, but Laron’s spirit drove him to where the action is. Darkshore is a thriving trade town, full of people of all races, Elves, Dwarves, Gnomes, and Humans. All were usually well to do if they had traveled here, and that made Laron very rich for his young age. Walking up to the flight master he checks the flight paths and finds that the closest path is just south of the gorge of Thousand Needles. Preparing for a long flight, he lets out a long sigh, and buys a Hippogriff ride. Heading south his Hippogriff knows its path well and Laron tries to get some leather work done, but ends up putting it away, after almost sewing a bracer to his hand. Passing over Ashenvale he sees a full skirmish in effect at Astranaar, and is grateful for the flight path. He has no love for The Horde, but he also has no hatred for them. Most of them just want to make their way in the world. “And their money spends just as well, as ours.” He thinks out loud.

[Laron]

Heading through Stonetalon Mountains, Laron starts to doze off but after almost falling off he decides to make a quick check of his map. “Hmm Desolace, I wonder why they call it that?” He looks up and suddenly sees why…. The Bones of great beasts litter the land, and there doesn’t seem to be any vegetation at all. What little water there is doesn’t look drinkable. He notices small camps throughout the mountain side, but after looking closer with the spy glass, he sees that the inhabitants are Centars. As he starts to put his spy glass away, he hears a loud boom, and his hippogriff goes limp. He drops what he had in his hand to hold on as the large bird starts to plummet! Looking back he sees an Orc on a hill looking at him through a scope on his rifle. “Orc, you just sealed your fate!” He says as he gets closer to the ground. Securing his weapons, he jumps and rolls limp to prevent being seriously hurt from the fall. The hippogriff collides with the ground with a loud thud and the sound of bones breaking. Jumping to his feet Laron quickly enters the water nearby to hide his tracks. Swimming to the other side of the small pond, he hides and starts to circle around. He removes his cloak and places it on a rock to look as though he were hunched over. Then he waits… About a half an hour goes by, when a black wolf comes over the hill, sniffing the ground. It is followed by an Orc dressed in furs, he checks the broken hippogriff, and then finds Laron’s tracks. Following the tracks to the water, the Orc starts to circle the pond to see where his prey had left the water. Laron had left tracks purposely in the sand then walked on the rocks to circle back. The heat of the desert dried the wet foot prints quite rapidly, leaving no trace of the ambush he has planned. The Orc gestures to his wolf, not making a sound, and aims his rifle at the cloak hunched over the rock. Laron takes this opportunity to move behind him. The anger starts to rise in Laron, “This bastard shot me out of the sky!” But Laron is a professional and puts his anger away. Taking out his sap, he strikes the Orc with such force he splits its skull open. The Orc drops his rifle and falls face first to the ground. Laron then hides again. The wolf lunges at the cloak and lets out a yelp as it chips a tooth on the rock. As he turns to his master, confused he tilts his head and run over to see why his master is now taking a dirt nap. Laron strikes the wolf in the eye with his dagger and then follows the strike with a stab to the side. The wolf starts to yelp out, writhing in pain. Unsheathing the Orc’s sword, he throws it at the yelping wolf. It land squarely in the side of the wolf, putting it out of its misery. Hearing his pet cry out, Orc starts to regain consciousness. Laron picks up the rifle from the ground and strikes him acrossed his face, shattering the stock. Blood sprays out of the Orc’s mouth and nose, and he falls limp again. Making sure this Orc pays for his dishonor, Laron cuts both his Achilles Tendons so he will never walk again. Screaming out in pain, the Orc jerks awake and tries to crawl away. Holstering the rifle over his shoulder, and pulling the sword from the corpse of the wolf, Laron leaves the hobbled Orc there for the scorpions to finish...

Taking out his map, he tries to get his bearings. From the look of the land he was at the boarder of Mulgore, the open plains of the Tauren. “This is not going to be easy.” He thinks as he starts off into the grassy plains.

((This is the start of another story, to be told later...))