Jeedup
02-11-2008, 06:04 AM
Orgrimmar, present day.
Jeedup couldn't help but fidget, he may enjoy being called into Grommash Hold, but he could never get used to the importance of such callings. Especially since the last time he was summoned here, it was to be demotted down to Stone Guard.
He sighed to himself, and waited patiently in the foyer to the main hall of Thralls chamber, where the small enclave of shamans would eagerly help new arrivals to their calling, and speed them on their way. Kor'kron Elite would pass by on their patrols, barely acknowledging his pressence. He was caught fiddling with his nose when one gaurd stopped in front of him, and huffed to get his attention.
"Come Stone Guard, Eitrigg requests your presence.", said a stern, unnamed orc female. Jeed rose up from the bench, and followed the armored orcess to the main chamber.
As he entered, he could feel the temperature drop a few degrees. The chamber ceiling was several dozen feet in the air, and placed facing towards the throne of the Warchief, was a kodo-skin map of the territories of Kalimdor, from Moonglade to the Thousand Needles. Over a dozen of the Warchiefs most loyal guards, the Kor'kron, stood watch in the hall. Through none of them looked directly at him, Jeedup could feel warey eyes on him, and smiled at their vigilance.
In the rear of the chamber, standing near his throne, was the Warchief. He was surrounded by several advisors. A few tauren, some trolls, a pair of undead, and a small group of elves all prattling on about some trade routes being disrupted, or fortifications needing to be looked after, political junk through and through. Though Jeedup could only assume that Thrall was probably as interested in the conversation as a fisherman is in catching goldfish, he instead looked stern and resolved, nodding sagely at whatever comment was made. Jeedup admired the orc in his steady heart in even the most boring of matters.
The orcess led him to the elder orc, bowed, then returned to her own duties. Though Eitrigg was currently busy in conversation with an elven lady, Jeedup stood at attention before one of Thralls most respected advisors.
"...and you are sure of this information, Eitrigg?", asked the elf, who looked rather concerned.
Eitrigg merely nodded, eye the troll in the corner of his eye. "All the reports I have reviewed have said the same, he was there, we are sure of this. I'm sorry, but the order stands."
The elf sighed deeply, and began muttering under her breath, but didn't raise her voice against the elder orc. Jeedup could not help be alittle confused at this little display, wondering if perhaps he had been summoned into the chambers a bit too early, and had heard something he shouldn't have.
Eitrigg turned to him, looked him up and down rather briskly, and cleared his throat.
"Ah, Stone Guard Jeedup, correct?"
"Yes sir, you requested my presence?", he said, attempting not to stammer, he hated strange summons, but, this was the path he choice.
Before he replied, Eitrigg looked back to the elf behind him, and grunted slightly. "Ah yes, yes I did. It appears we have gotten several confirmed reports of violence against the Alliance in their own territory, but a prominent member of the Horde.", he paused, watching the trolls reactions. Through Jeed seemed alittle startled, if not confused, he said nothing. "Not only that, but this person is one of our newest allies, and a member of the Silvermoon court. You are familiar with the city, correct?"
Jeedup nodded slowly, "Yes sir, I have been assigned to the city of Silvermoon for a few months now, to show our new friends that they are welcome, and protected within the Horde.", he couldn't help but smile alittle at the pride in his work, even if it was as simple as walking from inn to inn, assisting guards with mundane matters, or making sure the younger elvish children weren't caught playing hookey from their classes. "I've also had the honor of becoming friends with several of the elven people, during my stay there on my off hours."
Eitrigg nodded to the troll, "Yes, that is one of the reasons why I asked you here, as well as from a recommendation from one of the ambassadors from Silvermoon City. May I introduce Ambas.."
"Ambassador Dawnsinger, and I don't quite agree with this at all, troll.", she butted in, a very apparent look of distaste on her face as she glared at Eitrigg.
The elder orc grumbled to himself, "Yes, I'm well aware Ambassador, but something must be done. As I was saying, there is a member of the blood elves that has been going around attacking members of the Alliance, and rather brutally. Under the direct order of our Warchief Thrall, you are hearby under the authority to service an arrest of this individual, and bring him to me for questioning."
Jeedup stammered, an arrest warrant? He had assisted in a few of these with a commanding officer, but never on his own, and not against a fellow member of the Horde.
"Who is it, sir?", he asked, almost wondering if it was one of the friends he had been beginning to make.
Eitrigg nodded towards the Ambassador, who sighed rather loudly, and handed the troll a silver scroll case. "All the necessary information is in there, Stone Guard. As well as the particulars to this individuals usual locations. Use it wisely." Her last words seemed to be almost soaked in venom. For an ambassador, she didn't hide her distaste of the trollish people very well.
Jeedup too the casing, noticing the offical sigil of the Horde inscribed in the metal, and placed it in a pouch.
"I do as the Warchief commands." He said, saluting stiffly to the ambassador, and to Eitrigg.
Silvermoon City, several hours later.
He had been watching the pair for about an hour now, and Jeedup was still uncomfortable with the idea of what he was about to do. He hadn't been able to find his target in a more private area, to do this without disrespecing their reputation unnecessarly. He was only ordered to arrest the individual, not to cry out for all to hear their was a possible traitor walking around willy-nilly.
Silvermoon, as usual, was busy with all sorts of activities. Merchants selling goods, ongoing repairs to the city from the Scourge attacks, young mages practicing their little tricks, and many of the Hordes races wanderign about this new and bright city. Though many of the orcs, tauren, undead, and most especially, trolls, were given some rather unsavory looks, they were still welcome as any other. Since after all, gold knows no race, and can be spent by any.
Jeed was perched on a bench, trying not to be caught eyeing his intended target too much, and nibbled on a sandwich he had bought over two ours ago, and had barely even gotten to half of it. Dammit, he thought, at this rate, he'll never get him alone and out of harms way. With the busy activity of the Bazaar, doing it in open view of the public would be too much of a risk. But, as was his orders, he had checked in with the Regeant Lord to inform him of the arrest, so if anything drastic happend, the city guards wouldn't be caught too off guard.
Or, one would hope.
Finally, he saw his target and his guest walk into the Wayfarer's Rest, and he got up slowly, and followed in. Once Jeed entered the inn, he had lost sight of his target. Though the main floor was bustling with activity, he couldn't see, or smell, the one he sought. With a few hushed words, and careful waves, he made his way past the inns busy guests, towards the bar in the rear. Yet, he still couldn't find hide nor hair of who he sought.
"...but then I asked, 'What, did you loose your hearthstone?'..."
Jeedup turned his ears upward, catching a quick bit of a conversation, of a voice he recognized. Without trying to look too supsicious, he made his way slowly up the ramp to the second floor, to the Wayfarer's private dinning area. On his way up he could hear more of the conversation, a the laughter of a man, and that of a woman. He kept his ears tuned into the two, barely watching where he was going, stepping slowly...
"Hey! Easy there!" Screamed out an elf, as he dropped a plate of bread and fruit onto the floor. "Aw dammit, great, now I need to clean this up, juuuuust great."
"Oh damn, I'm sorry Quelis, I didn't see you there." Jeedup stammered, bending down in a hurry to assist the elf, quickly plucking up the food with his large hands.
"Ya ya ya, they all say that, just watch where your going next time." The elf stammered off, a few rotten glances back towards the troll.
"Jeed, you really should watch were your going, with those big feet and all."
Jeedup swirved backwards, caught off guard by the comment, and cursed himself.
"I sometimes...oh, its you.", he turned to the elvish lady, and bowed as gracefully as his slender body could allow. "Baroness, a pleasure to see you again."
The elf blushed, as she always did when he used her formal title. "Please Jeed, how many times must I ask for you to just call me Nymare?"
The troll laughed quietly, "Force of habit I guess, you are nobility amoungst your people, and now, amongst the Horde, I must honor that."
"Well, if you must," she smiled, "Wont you come join us? I just saw your little spill there and thought I'd say hello." She beckoned off to a table in the back against the wall, two seat opened, and one occupied.
"I'm unfortunatly on official duty right now, Baroness, but I could spare a moment." He said, as he followed her to the table. She sat down slowly, and waved her had towards the empty seat, which Jeedup refused, instead he turned to her companion.
"Ah, hello again....Jeedup was it?"
"Yes, good to see you again too Qabian." he stammered alittle at the words, but remained calm.
"Oh come on Jeed, take off your helmet and have a drink, relax alittle. I'm sure your duties can wait." Nymare said, offering the empty seat once again, with a brilliant smile on her face.
But Jeedup could only sigh, "No, I'm here on offical buisness I'm afraid, and not necessarly a pleasent one." He reached into his belt, and brought out the scroll, his other hand, rested gently on his belt, inches away from his mace tucked gently in its holder.
Qabian couldn't help but look curious, "A good little soldier eh?" He laughed alittle.
"Yes, and I'm afraid to ruin your meal but..."
Nymares expression changed, and she stared at the troll. Qabian quirked a brow, but continued to sip his drink.
Jeedup cleared his throat, placed the scroll on the table for the pair to read, and moved his hand back to his belt.
"Qabian Amberlight, Magister of Silvermoon City, you are under arrest."
Jeedup couldn't help but fidget, he may enjoy being called into Grommash Hold, but he could never get used to the importance of such callings. Especially since the last time he was summoned here, it was to be demotted down to Stone Guard.
He sighed to himself, and waited patiently in the foyer to the main hall of Thralls chamber, where the small enclave of shamans would eagerly help new arrivals to their calling, and speed them on their way. Kor'kron Elite would pass by on their patrols, barely acknowledging his pressence. He was caught fiddling with his nose when one gaurd stopped in front of him, and huffed to get his attention.
"Come Stone Guard, Eitrigg requests your presence.", said a stern, unnamed orc female. Jeed rose up from the bench, and followed the armored orcess to the main chamber.
As he entered, he could feel the temperature drop a few degrees. The chamber ceiling was several dozen feet in the air, and placed facing towards the throne of the Warchief, was a kodo-skin map of the territories of Kalimdor, from Moonglade to the Thousand Needles. Over a dozen of the Warchiefs most loyal guards, the Kor'kron, stood watch in the hall. Through none of them looked directly at him, Jeedup could feel warey eyes on him, and smiled at their vigilance.
In the rear of the chamber, standing near his throne, was the Warchief. He was surrounded by several advisors. A few tauren, some trolls, a pair of undead, and a small group of elves all prattling on about some trade routes being disrupted, or fortifications needing to be looked after, political junk through and through. Though Jeedup could only assume that Thrall was probably as interested in the conversation as a fisherman is in catching goldfish, he instead looked stern and resolved, nodding sagely at whatever comment was made. Jeedup admired the orc in his steady heart in even the most boring of matters.
The orcess led him to the elder orc, bowed, then returned to her own duties. Though Eitrigg was currently busy in conversation with an elven lady, Jeedup stood at attention before one of Thralls most respected advisors.
"...and you are sure of this information, Eitrigg?", asked the elf, who looked rather concerned.
Eitrigg merely nodded, eye the troll in the corner of his eye. "All the reports I have reviewed have said the same, he was there, we are sure of this. I'm sorry, but the order stands."
The elf sighed deeply, and began muttering under her breath, but didn't raise her voice against the elder orc. Jeedup could not help be alittle confused at this little display, wondering if perhaps he had been summoned into the chambers a bit too early, and had heard something he shouldn't have.
Eitrigg turned to him, looked him up and down rather briskly, and cleared his throat.
"Ah, Stone Guard Jeedup, correct?"
"Yes sir, you requested my presence?", he said, attempting not to stammer, he hated strange summons, but, this was the path he choice.
Before he replied, Eitrigg looked back to the elf behind him, and grunted slightly. "Ah yes, yes I did. It appears we have gotten several confirmed reports of violence against the Alliance in their own territory, but a prominent member of the Horde.", he paused, watching the trolls reactions. Through Jeed seemed alittle startled, if not confused, he said nothing. "Not only that, but this person is one of our newest allies, and a member of the Silvermoon court. You are familiar with the city, correct?"
Jeedup nodded slowly, "Yes sir, I have been assigned to the city of Silvermoon for a few months now, to show our new friends that they are welcome, and protected within the Horde.", he couldn't help but smile alittle at the pride in his work, even if it was as simple as walking from inn to inn, assisting guards with mundane matters, or making sure the younger elvish children weren't caught playing hookey from their classes. "I've also had the honor of becoming friends with several of the elven people, during my stay there on my off hours."
Eitrigg nodded to the troll, "Yes, that is one of the reasons why I asked you here, as well as from a recommendation from one of the ambassadors from Silvermoon City. May I introduce Ambas.."
"Ambassador Dawnsinger, and I don't quite agree with this at all, troll.", she butted in, a very apparent look of distaste on her face as she glared at Eitrigg.
The elder orc grumbled to himself, "Yes, I'm well aware Ambassador, but something must be done. As I was saying, there is a member of the blood elves that has been going around attacking members of the Alliance, and rather brutally. Under the direct order of our Warchief Thrall, you are hearby under the authority to service an arrest of this individual, and bring him to me for questioning."
Jeedup stammered, an arrest warrant? He had assisted in a few of these with a commanding officer, but never on his own, and not against a fellow member of the Horde.
"Who is it, sir?", he asked, almost wondering if it was one of the friends he had been beginning to make.
Eitrigg nodded towards the Ambassador, who sighed rather loudly, and handed the troll a silver scroll case. "All the necessary information is in there, Stone Guard. As well as the particulars to this individuals usual locations. Use it wisely." Her last words seemed to be almost soaked in venom. For an ambassador, she didn't hide her distaste of the trollish people very well.
Jeedup too the casing, noticing the offical sigil of the Horde inscribed in the metal, and placed it in a pouch.
"I do as the Warchief commands." He said, saluting stiffly to the ambassador, and to Eitrigg.
Silvermoon City, several hours later.
He had been watching the pair for about an hour now, and Jeedup was still uncomfortable with the idea of what he was about to do. He hadn't been able to find his target in a more private area, to do this without disrespecing their reputation unnecessarly. He was only ordered to arrest the individual, not to cry out for all to hear their was a possible traitor walking around willy-nilly.
Silvermoon, as usual, was busy with all sorts of activities. Merchants selling goods, ongoing repairs to the city from the Scourge attacks, young mages practicing their little tricks, and many of the Hordes races wanderign about this new and bright city. Though many of the orcs, tauren, undead, and most especially, trolls, were given some rather unsavory looks, they were still welcome as any other. Since after all, gold knows no race, and can be spent by any.
Jeed was perched on a bench, trying not to be caught eyeing his intended target too much, and nibbled on a sandwich he had bought over two ours ago, and had barely even gotten to half of it. Dammit, he thought, at this rate, he'll never get him alone and out of harms way. With the busy activity of the Bazaar, doing it in open view of the public would be too much of a risk. But, as was his orders, he had checked in with the Regeant Lord to inform him of the arrest, so if anything drastic happend, the city guards wouldn't be caught too off guard.
Or, one would hope.
Finally, he saw his target and his guest walk into the Wayfarer's Rest, and he got up slowly, and followed in. Once Jeed entered the inn, he had lost sight of his target. Though the main floor was bustling with activity, he couldn't see, or smell, the one he sought. With a few hushed words, and careful waves, he made his way past the inns busy guests, towards the bar in the rear. Yet, he still couldn't find hide nor hair of who he sought.
"...but then I asked, 'What, did you loose your hearthstone?'..."
Jeedup turned his ears upward, catching a quick bit of a conversation, of a voice he recognized. Without trying to look too supsicious, he made his way slowly up the ramp to the second floor, to the Wayfarer's private dinning area. On his way up he could hear more of the conversation, a the laughter of a man, and that of a woman. He kept his ears tuned into the two, barely watching where he was going, stepping slowly...
"Hey! Easy there!" Screamed out an elf, as he dropped a plate of bread and fruit onto the floor. "Aw dammit, great, now I need to clean this up, juuuuust great."
"Oh damn, I'm sorry Quelis, I didn't see you there." Jeedup stammered, bending down in a hurry to assist the elf, quickly plucking up the food with his large hands.
"Ya ya ya, they all say that, just watch where your going next time." The elf stammered off, a few rotten glances back towards the troll.
"Jeed, you really should watch were your going, with those big feet and all."
Jeedup swirved backwards, caught off guard by the comment, and cursed himself.
"I sometimes...oh, its you.", he turned to the elvish lady, and bowed as gracefully as his slender body could allow. "Baroness, a pleasure to see you again."
The elf blushed, as she always did when he used her formal title. "Please Jeed, how many times must I ask for you to just call me Nymare?"
The troll laughed quietly, "Force of habit I guess, you are nobility amoungst your people, and now, amongst the Horde, I must honor that."
"Well, if you must," she smiled, "Wont you come join us? I just saw your little spill there and thought I'd say hello." She beckoned off to a table in the back against the wall, two seat opened, and one occupied.
"I'm unfortunatly on official duty right now, Baroness, but I could spare a moment." He said, as he followed her to the table. She sat down slowly, and waved her had towards the empty seat, which Jeedup refused, instead he turned to her companion.
"Ah, hello again....Jeedup was it?"
"Yes, good to see you again too Qabian." he stammered alittle at the words, but remained calm.
"Oh come on Jeed, take off your helmet and have a drink, relax alittle. I'm sure your duties can wait." Nymare said, offering the empty seat once again, with a brilliant smile on her face.
But Jeedup could only sigh, "No, I'm here on offical buisness I'm afraid, and not necessarly a pleasent one." He reached into his belt, and brought out the scroll, his other hand, rested gently on his belt, inches away from his mace tucked gently in its holder.
Qabian couldn't help but look curious, "A good little soldier eh?" He laughed alittle.
"Yes, and I'm afraid to ruin your meal but..."
Nymares expression changed, and she stared at the troll. Qabian quirked a brow, but continued to sip his drink.
Jeedup cleared his throat, placed the scroll on the table for the pair to read, and moved his hand back to his belt.
"Qabian Amberlight, Magister of Silvermoon City, you are under arrest."