Ironskull
11-06-2007, 03:26 AM
“Go in now,” the left head of the ogre said as he pulled the giant cedar door open to let Sowell into the captain’s cabin of the massive frigate.
“What ya doin’?” the right head demanded, pushing the door back shut. “Ya got to check stubbly one for weapons.”
Sowell looked at the ogre as it fought with itself. Sowell’s fel iron boomstick stuck out prominently on his back and his dagger was in plain view.
“Not dis one. This be Sowell. He good one.”
The right head shook back and forth. “Must search everybody.”
“Ya got any other weapons?” the left asked.
“Just me boomstick and the sticker,” Sowell answered.
“See? He good.”
The right finally relented and let Sowell into the room. Smoke and sweat seemed to stick to the air, and he immediately scrunched his massive nose and tried to breathe through his blond mustache. On a lavish bed to his left, Sowell saw a massive lump beneath purple silk cloth sheets. He could make out a couple of three toed troll feet poking out from under the sheets with poorly applied pink toenail polish smeared across them. Her raucous snoring seemed to suck the bed’s translucent gossamer canopy in and out with each giant breath. He sensed the odor came from her.
To his right, pulling his lavender robe over his green bony body was Zanzir Cobbleboom, Trade Prince of the Steamwheedle Cartel.
“Heya boss,” Sowell Spiritrock said averting his eyes from the goblin’s exposed buttocks.
“Greetings, Sowell!” Zanzir said in a high pitched voice as he turned around, tying his robe about his waist and tossing a bristly green feather boa around his neck. “How are the enforcers?”
“Good,” Sowell said out of reflex, trying to hold his breath. He rubbed his face a bit when he saw the pink stain on Zanzir’s wrinkled lips.
“Oh,” the goblin rubbed the toenail polish off his lips. “Nevermind that.” He turned to the side and began cleaning his teeth with a needle in front of a golden vanity. “I got an idea.”
Sowell’s eyes went back to the sleeping lump on the bed. He had heard that Zanzir fancied large troll women, but he had expected rumors to exceed the truth – not the other way around.
“I want to have a party.”
“Hmm?” Sowell asked.
“A big party.”
“Here? In the Undermine?”
“No, on the mainland, for all our clients.” Zanzir licked his large teeth clean and spun back ground to face Sowell. He picked up a lit cigar from an ashtray and handed another to the dwarf.
“What kind of a party, sir?” Sowell asked taking the cigar in his mouth and sucking on it for clean air. “We had Tonk racin’ fer the gang in Booty Bay.”
“No, not your silly Cartel gang with the dodgebomb and bareknuckle fighting, I mean a party. A big one.”
“How big?”
“Let me put it this way, my friend,” Zanzir said with a mouthful of smoke. “When my brother’s baby is born, and it cries… I want it to be because it was born too late for this party.”
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The Cartel Enforcers are planning our first Steamwheedle Fair Extravaganza in the luxurious Booty Bay! All the friendly Roleplaying guilds will be invited to partake in the fun, but the events will be by invitation only. Such events include bareknuckle boxing on the waterfall, relay races across the bay, dodgebomb off the back of the bank, wizard duels on the island, dancing and stories, tonk racing through the streets, tonk arena on the top of the bank and, if all goes well, a lecture by the goblin Zanzir Cobbleboom himself. Translation will be offered for those who which to speak but face language barriers, drinks and food will be made available and exotic pets will be on sale. We are still in the planning phases for right now, but we plan on running the Fair on Saturday the 17th for about 6 hours, but don’t mark your calendar just yet.
As this will be our (and my) first event of this kind, we could certainly use any advice you have. Also, and I hope this isn’t too presumptive, but when the group of us rolled on Twisting Nether we had the goal of helping foster and seed RP by enabling cross-faction communication between different types of guilds. So far we’ve been greeted kindly by both horde and alliance, but we haven’t had much luck really working the cross-faction into other RP guild’s storylines (though the storyline with Fynne is an exception we were happy to help with). I’m hoping we can get a large enough showing of RP Guilds that we can remind the community that RP is alive and perhaps foster some new alliances, rivalries and collaboration.
“What ya doin’?” the right head demanded, pushing the door back shut. “Ya got to check stubbly one for weapons.”
Sowell looked at the ogre as it fought with itself. Sowell’s fel iron boomstick stuck out prominently on his back and his dagger was in plain view.
“Not dis one. This be Sowell. He good one.”
The right head shook back and forth. “Must search everybody.”
“Ya got any other weapons?” the left asked.
“Just me boomstick and the sticker,” Sowell answered.
“See? He good.”
The right finally relented and let Sowell into the room. Smoke and sweat seemed to stick to the air, and he immediately scrunched his massive nose and tried to breathe through his blond mustache. On a lavish bed to his left, Sowell saw a massive lump beneath purple silk cloth sheets. He could make out a couple of three toed troll feet poking out from under the sheets with poorly applied pink toenail polish smeared across them. Her raucous snoring seemed to suck the bed’s translucent gossamer canopy in and out with each giant breath. He sensed the odor came from her.
To his right, pulling his lavender robe over his green bony body was Zanzir Cobbleboom, Trade Prince of the Steamwheedle Cartel.
“Heya boss,” Sowell Spiritrock said averting his eyes from the goblin’s exposed buttocks.
“Greetings, Sowell!” Zanzir said in a high pitched voice as he turned around, tying his robe about his waist and tossing a bristly green feather boa around his neck. “How are the enforcers?”
“Good,” Sowell said out of reflex, trying to hold his breath. He rubbed his face a bit when he saw the pink stain on Zanzir’s wrinkled lips.
“Oh,” the goblin rubbed the toenail polish off his lips. “Nevermind that.” He turned to the side and began cleaning his teeth with a needle in front of a golden vanity. “I got an idea.”
Sowell’s eyes went back to the sleeping lump on the bed. He had heard that Zanzir fancied large troll women, but he had expected rumors to exceed the truth – not the other way around.
“I want to have a party.”
“Hmm?” Sowell asked.
“A big party.”
“Here? In the Undermine?”
“No, on the mainland, for all our clients.” Zanzir licked his large teeth clean and spun back ground to face Sowell. He picked up a lit cigar from an ashtray and handed another to the dwarf.
“What kind of a party, sir?” Sowell asked taking the cigar in his mouth and sucking on it for clean air. “We had Tonk racin’ fer the gang in Booty Bay.”
“No, not your silly Cartel gang with the dodgebomb and bareknuckle fighting, I mean a party. A big one.”
“How big?”
“Let me put it this way, my friend,” Zanzir said with a mouthful of smoke. “When my brother’s baby is born, and it cries… I want it to be because it was born too late for this party.”
********************************************
The Cartel Enforcers are planning our first Steamwheedle Fair Extravaganza in the luxurious Booty Bay! All the friendly Roleplaying guilds will be invited to partake in the fun, but the events will be by invitation only. Such events include bareknuckle boxing on the waterfall, relay races across the bay, dodgebomb off the back of the bank, wizard duels on the island, dancing and stories, tonk racing through the streets, tonk arena on the top of the bank and, if all goes well, a lecture by the goblin Zanzir Cobbleboom himself. Translation will be offered for those who which to speak but face language barriers, drinks and food will be made available and exotic pets will be on sale. We are still in the planning phases for right now, but we plan on running the Fair on Saturday the 17th for about 6 hours, but don’t mark your calendar just yet.
As this will be our (and my) first event of this kind, we could certainly use any advice you have. Also, and I hope this isn’t too presumptive, but when the group of us rolled on Twisting Nether we had the goal of helping foster and seed RP by enabling cross-faction communication between different types of guilds. So far we’ve been greeted kindly by both horde and alliance, but we haven’t had much luck really working the cross-faction into other RP guild’s storylines (though the storyline with Fynne is an exception we were happy to help with). I’m hoping we can get a large enough showing of RP Guilds that we can remind the community that RP is alive and perhaps foster some new alliances, rivalries and collaboration.