Fhenrir
04-12-2006, 04:21 AM
(( I wrote this up 'cause I have nothing better to do when I'm sick and can't get to sleep. Enjoy! ))
Casually Fhenrir strolled into the Salty Sailor, taking a look around the bar before having a seat in the corner. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved a particularly shiny gold coin and flipped it to the nearby bartender. “Gimme some grog. And keep it coming.” Fhenrir wasn’t here for fun, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a few drinks.
The coin sat on the counter for a moment, reflecting the image of a shaman’s lightning shield as he walked into the bar, spitting on a nearby bruiser. “Joo wanted to talk, Chief?” Akutazee took a seat across from Fhenrir, eyeing the various goblins around the bar with disgust.
The coin reflected their images for a moment longer before being scooped off the table. The coin had slipped into the shadows, into the pocket of a skilled rogue. The bartender growled as he realized the coin had been taken, and immediately alerted the bruisers. Quickly they ran all around the bar, until one of the bruisers unwittingly collided with the rogue’s legs and sent the thief toppling to the ground, along a few bottles of wine, several wallets, and a certain shiny gold coin. The coin bounced off the floor a few times, and rolled through a crack in the floor as the man was beaten into submission by the guards.
The coin glinted beautifully as it bounced off the head of a troll who was drinking on the floor below. “Well well well, what ‘ave we got ‘ere? Aheheh, I s’pose dah patron dat lost dis won’ be too sad…” The troll mused to himself as he scooped it up along with his dagger and headed out of town.
The troll lurked his way up into Duskwood, and crouched behind a tree, near the path. It was here he would wait for unsuspecting travelers, and introduce their spines to his dagger. For hours the troll would do this, flexing his abilities on the helpless Alliance that passed him, and leaving them with no money to speak of.
Finally he met someone who was more than his match. He suddenly realized his cover had been blown when he let out a yelp, a sudden stinging coming from his back. A rogue of much higher season had found him! “Damn him for interrupting!” the rogue thought. Or he would have thought if he had been conscious long enough. A swift strike to the back of the rogue’s head and he was out for the count.
The elven rogue left him in the bushes, stripped of all but his shirt and pants, and made off with the troll’s belongings. The coin reflected the elf’s masked face for a moment as the elf opened the bag of coins to look at what he had plundered. “Ahh, that’s a refreshing sight. Something I can USE. I swear, trolls carry the most useless garbage… but money, hey. Can’t complain with that.”
The elf made his way back to Stormwind, and casually strolled through the town for a moment before coming across a very scantily dressed human woman, patiently standing on the corner. The woman was in fact selling herself to anyone willing to pay what she deemed a sufficient amount of gold.
The elf was clearly the type of person to take advantage of this service, and was very quick to do so. He found himself lead to a nearby room, and was quite happy to send a hand full of coins, including a certain shiny gold coin her way when they were in private.
The woman made her way through the back alleys of Stormwind later that night, several coins jingling in a small pouch at her side. She stood nervously in the center of the alleyway for a long moment, before an eerie voice broke the silence.
“You’re late, woman. You have my money?”
“Y-yes. I finally have it all. Now give me what I’m after!” The woman demanded of the voice.
A few more moments of silence passed before a small sword slid out through the shadows, and stopped at her feet. She grabbed the pouch from her side and tossed it to the shadows, picking up the sword and grinning a wicked grin.
“You should find that sword will give you an incredible edge over everyone else within the twenty to twenty ninth season. Enjoy it.” The voice disappeared without another word.
“Yes, finally… I should get a good reputation for killing enough Horde with this blade! But… now I gotta pay someone to make it glow… back to the street corner I go…”
The coin had ended up in the pouch of the one selling the woman her new weapon, and was already jingling the path towards Everlook. With a quick purchase, the coin transferred hands to a goblin auctioneer, and the mysterious figure returned to the shadows.
The auctioneer didn’t keep it long, though. It was quickly off in the mail to an orc who had put the item up for sale originally. How the goblin regretted giving up the most shiny gold coin he’d seen, but policy was policy. Besides, it wasn’t worth any more than any other gold coin, and something like that one might get him in trouble.
Jobolg sifted through his mail casually, suddenly grinning excitedly as he opened a particularly fat letter and found several gold coins awaiting him. “Hah, who knew that someone would actually buy something in Everlook?! I did, that’s who!”
Jobolg made his way through the city casually, hardly noticing a bump at his side as he made his way outside the gates of Orgrimmar. The shiniest of the shiny gold coins found itself in the hand of a sly troll.
“Heheh, I hate tah pickpocket dah ones dat wear dah tabard o’ mah employah, buh Ah gots tah pay back mah brotha for finding’ mah missin’ equipment in Duskwood… damn rogue… Ah coulda ‘ad him if Ah chugged a potion…” The troll grumbled to himself as he addressed a letter, stuffed a few coins into it and sent it off to his brother.
Roughly an hour later, Deembah was sifting through his mail when he came upon that letter. He opened it up and looked the money over before fingering that certain shiny coin, and eyeing it carefully. “Eh..? This damn thing is fake!” Deembah hurled the coin in anger before trudging off to write a letter back to his brother about spotting fake money.
The coin flew through the air, glinting beautifully one last time before it hit the water, and slowly sunk to the bottom of the lake. The fake, yet beautiful coin would never be seen again.
Casually Fhenrir strolled into the Salty Sailor, taking a look around the bar before having a seat in the corner. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved a particularly shiny gold coin and flipped it to the nearby bartender. “Gimme some grog. And keep it coming.” Fhenrir wasn’t here for fun, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a few drinks.
The coin sat on the counter for a moment, reflecting the image of a shaman’s lightning shield as he walked into the bar, spitting on a nearby bruiser. “Joo wanted to talk, Chief?” Akutazee took a seat across from Fhenrir, eyeing the various goblins around the bar with disgust.
The coin reflected their images for a moment longer before being scooped off the table. The coin had slipped into the shadows, into the pocket of a skilled rogue. The bartender growled as he realized the coin had been taken, and immediately alerted the bruisers. Quickly they ran all around the bar, until one of the bruisers unwittingly collided with the rogue’s legs and sent the thief toppling to the ground, along a few bottles of wine, several wallets, and a certain shiny gold coin. The coin bounced off the floor a few times, and rolled through a crack in the floor as the man was beaten into submission by the guards.
The coin glinted beautifully as it bounced off the head of a troll who was drinking on the floor below. “Well well well, what ‘ave we got ‘ere? Aheheh, I s’pose dah patron dat lost dis won’ be too sad…” The troll mused to himself as he scooped it up along with his dagger and headed out of town.
The troll lurked his way up into Duskwood, and crouched behind a tree, near the path. It was here he would wait for unsuspecting travelers, and introduce their spines to his dagger. For hours the troll would do this, flexing his abilities on the helpless Alliance that passed him, and leaving them with no money to speak of.
Finally he met someone who was more than his match. He suddenly realized his cover had been blown when he let out a yelp, a sudden stinging coming from his back. A rogue of much higher season had found him! “Damn him for interrupting!” the rogue thought. Or he would have thought if he had been conscious long enough. A swift strike to the back of the rogue’s head and he was out for the count.
The elven rogue left him in the bushes, stripped of all but his shirt and pants, and made off with the troll’s belongings. The coin reflected the elf’s masked face for a moment as the elf opened the bag of coins to look at what he had plundered. “Ahh, that’s a refreshing sight. Something I can USE. I swear, trolls carry the most useless garbage… but money, hey. Can’t complain with that.”
The elf made his way back to Stormwind, and casually strolled through the town for a moment before coming across a very scantily dressed human woman, patiently standing on the corner. The woman was in fact selling herself to anyone willing to pay what she deemed a sufficient amount of gold.
The elf was clearly the type of person to take advantage of this service, and was very quick to do so. He found himself lead to a nearby room, and was quite happy to send a hand full of coins, including a certain shiny gold coin her way when they were in private.
The woman made her way through the back alleys of Stormwind later that night, several coins jingling in a small pouch at her side. She stood nervously in the center of the alleyway for a long moment, before an eerie voice broke the silence.
“You’re late, woman. You have my money?”
“Y-yes. I finally have it all. Now give me what I’m after!” The woman demanded of the voice.
A few more moments of silence passed before a small sword slid out through the shadows, and stopped at her feet. She grabbed the pouch from her side and tossed it to the shadows, picking up the sword and grinning a wicked grin.
“You should find that sword will give you an incredible edge over everyone else within the twenty to twenty ninth season. Enjoy it.” The voice disappeared without another word.
“Yes, finally… I should get a good reputation for killing enough Horde with this blade! But… now I gotta pay someone to make it glow… back to the street corner I go…”
The coin had ended up in the pouch of the one selling the woman her new weapon, and was already jingling the path towards Everlook. With a quick purchase, the coin transferred hands to a goblin auctioneer, and the mysterious figure returned to the shadows.
The auctioneer didn’t keep it long, though. It was quickly off in the mail to an orc who had put the item up for sale originally. How the goblin regretted giving up the most shiny gold coin he’d seen, but policy was policy. Besides, it wasn’t worth any more than any other gold coin, and something like that one might get him in trouble.
Jobolg sifted through his mail casually, suddenly grinning excitedly as he opened a particularly fat letter and found several gold coins awaiting him. “Hah, who knew that someone would actually buy something in Everlook?! I did, that’s who!”
Jobolg made his way through the city casually, hardly noticing a bump at his side as he made his way outside the gates of Orgrimmar. The shiniest of the shiny gold coins found itself in the hand of a sly troll.
“Heheh, I hate tah pickpocket dah ones dat wear dah tabard o’ mah employah, buh Ah gots tah pay back mah brotha for finding’ mah missin’ equipment in Duskwood… damn rogue… Ah coulda ‘ad him if Ah chugged a potion…” The troll grumbled to himself as he addressed a letter, stuffed a few coins into it and sent it off to his brother.
Roughly an hour later, Deembah was sifting through his mail when he came upon that letter. He opened it up and looked the money over before fingering that certain shiny coin, and eyeing it carefully. “Eh..? This damn thing is fake!” Deembah hurled the coin in anger before trudging off to write a letter back to his brother about spotting fake money.
The coin flew through the air, glinting beautifully one last time before it hit the water, and slowly sunk to the bottom of the lake. The fake, yet beautiful coin would never be seen again.