Orhek
02-24-2007, 12:10 AM
(( I haven't been doing much RP at all lately, so I threw this together :P ))
"Mm... ya, dat ain't bad." The huge Drakkari troll shifted on the enormous cushion as he watched the young Sin'Dorei women sway back and forth. He takes a drag on a nearby hookah, sighing heavily. "Ah... dis be da life, mon."
The harem was situated somewhere in Eversong Woods, nestled deep in a secluded area. The interior was filled the usual blood elf decoration... soft, circle-shaped beds, various colors of silk cloth on the walls, and veiled doorways. The troll was adorned with heavy gold chains that could easily break a kitten's back if dropped.
Taking another drag on the hookah, his eyes began to cloud up, and he became tuned out from the rest of the world, not noticing the bony silhouette walking toward him.
"Bushdakta... hey, Bush... BUSH!"
The sudden noise and spittle on his face startled the huge troll, causing him to hack up clouds of smoke. He wiped the gunk from his face and looked up at the figure before him, blinking rapidly. "Who dat?" Bushdakta's vision came back into focus. A rogue was standing before him... one of the Forsaken, who he recognized almost immediately. "Orhek... ah t'aht ah smeh'd rahm."
The man contorted his jawless face into something of a grin. "Bush... been a while since we had a chat... got my payment?"
Bushdakta frowned. "Payment? Bah... ya know what? I dahn't gaht any cash, but 'ere... 'ave ah chain... yah tahk gold, so tahk dis." The Drakkari tossed a chain around Orhek's neck, who merely blinked. The silence made Bush a bit uncomfortable... then Orhek spoke sharply. "No dice... I want currency, not your damned jewelry." He broke the chain and tossed it to the ground, glaring at the huge troll, who met his glare with an equally menacing look. The young women looked on, whispering amongst themselves.
"Nah... dahn't staht trah'n ta intimidaht me... ah can hack yah apaht nah prahblem, yah skinneh bastahd."
Orhek yawned, slapping his tongue idly. "You want to try it, go ahead... but remember who you're talking to," he droned half-heartedly, reaching behind his back for his sword. Bushdakta reached down for his handaxe, but before he could stand to face the rogue, Orhek had already plunged the sword deep into his chest. The women screamed and scattered, backing up to the walls of the room. The mighty troll fell to a knee as Orhek yanked the blade from his ribcage, flicking off the blood. "You'll live," he spat as Bush lurched forward, cracking his nose on the floor. "I'll leave you to regenerate on your own, troll... but next time I'm walking out of here with my gold or your head... it's your choice." He turned and walked out, leaving the wounded Drakkari warrior face-down in a pool of blood.
"Mm... ya, dat ain't bad." The huge Drakkari troll shifted on the enormous cushion as he watched the young Sin'Dorei women sway back and forth. He takes a drag on a nearby hookah, sighing heavily. "Ah... dis be da life, mon."
The harem was situated somewhere in Eversong Woods, nestled deep in a secluded area. The interior was filled the usual blood elf decoration... soft, circle-shaped beds, various colors of silk cloth on the walls, and veiled doorways. The troll was adorned with heavy gold chains that could easily break a kitten's back if dropped.
Taking another drag on the hookah, his eyes began to cloud up, and he became tuned out from the rest of the world, not noticing the bony silhouette walking toward him.
"Bushdakta... hey, Bush... BUSH!"
The sudden noise and spittle on his face startled the huge troll, causing him to hack up clouds of smoke. He wiped the gunk from his face and looked up at the figure before him, blinking rapidly. "Who dat?" Bushdakta's vision came back into focus. A rogue was standing before him... one of the Forsaken, who he recognized almost immediately. "Orhek... ah t'aht ah smeh'd rahm."
The man contorted his jawless face into something of a grin. "Bush... been a while since we had a chat... got my payment?"
Bushdakta frowned. "Payment? Bah... ya know what? I dahn't gaht any cash, but 'ere... 'ave ah chain... yah tahk gold, so tahk dis." The Drakkari tossed a chain around Orhek's neck, who merely blinked. The silence made Bush a bit uncomfortable... then Orhek spoke sharply. "No dice... I want currency, not your damned jewelry." He broke the chain and tossed it to the ground, glaring at the huge troll, who met his glare with an equally menacing look. The young women looked on, whispering amongst themselves.
"Nah... dahn't staht trah'n ta intimidaht me... ah can hack yah apaht nah prahblem, yah skinneh bastahd."
Orhek yawned, slapping his tongue idly. "You want to try it, go ahead... but remember who you're talking to," he droned half-heartedly, reaching behind his back for his sword. Bushdakta reached down for his handaxe, but before he could stand to face the rogue, Orhek had already plunged the sword deep into his chest. The women screamed and scattered, backing up to the walls of the room. The mighty troll fell to a knee as Orhek yanked the blade from his ribcage, flicking off the blood. "You'll live," he spat as Bush lurched forward, cracking his nose on the floor. "I'll leave you to regenerate on your own, troll... but next time I'm walking out of here with my gold or your head... it's your choice." He turned and walked out, leaving the wounded Drakkari warrior face-down in a pool of blood.