Rohan Orcslayer

Rohan Orcslayer. (Rohanith in game.)

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Rohan and I became fast rivals when I intervened in a fight between he and Cytiana. I challenged his honor when he asked those who did so to step forward, declining his request to duel on the spot. It's been several months since I've seen him...the wounds are no longer fresh and I could let them go if need be.

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The small gnome placed the head of her axe upon the ground at her feet as she leans upon the end of the handle, watching the goblin before nodding slightly, watching him from beneath pink and purple streaked hair.

"Yeah, I saw him. He's very grumpy. VERY grumpy. Angry, even. Although he is fun to piss off." She nods slowly before curling those thin lips into a wide grin. "Next time ya see him, ask him how the nutjob Scarlets are doing. It's pretty funny."

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Lerian spits on the ground next to the goblin's foot as the little green-skined man trembles at him, "Humans...bah! Even the Scarlet Crusade...they're all the same to me. Humans are a greedy, narcissistic race that would gladly sell out their allies for a few gold. They are the scum of the Earth."

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Anolyn thinks for a moment, trying to process the man's description, and then she suddenly smiles. "I know him... I can't say anything too highly of his order, many of them can't seem to tell the difference between the scourge they're fighting and well... everyone else, but this one does. More importantly, he's the only paladin who seems to get it... Necromancy is wrong, the use of fel magic is wrong, and complacency to those evils is wrong too. You can't claim to stand against evil by becoming evil yourself, you've just replaced one monster with another. In this sense, he's the only real paladin I have ever met."

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Ah....the Paladin. He seemed none to pleased to see me. Although I am a Death Knight, so that's to be expected. *Seiena sighs softly* I did not choose to become a Death Knight. You can't always control what happens in your life. Sadly...*Seiena pauses for a few seconds* I don't think he realizes this. That is quite sad and I take pity on him. Although...if I ever cross paths with him again...*Seiena places her right hand, on the hilt of her sword* I will do my best to try to help him realize this.

"Take the hand, you've been dealt in life, and deal with it."

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Aerian looks at the goblin with disgust. "There isn't anything special about this human. He is as treacherous as the rest. He comes into my city and does nothing but cause trouble. I can not allow that. There are three paladins from the alliance side that I can not stand. He is one of them." He spits at the mention of the name, Rohan.

(I made a macro, just for you. /target rohanith...LOLOLOL)

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"Orcslayer? I would'a called him 'Elfslayer'!"

Bromley lets out a chuckle. "Buut seriously, he's a good lad an' a damn good patriot 'o the Alliance ta boot."

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*A paladin sits on a stool, in bar, drinking some Melon Juice.* A goblin approaches her. "Excuse me miss, but may I ask what you know, of a human named Rohan?" Rohan, you say? *The Paladin turns to face the goblin.* The goblin nods his head. I believe he is affiliated with the Scarlet Crusade. Pity, they think the way they do. That's why me and them, would never get along. *The Paladin finishes her drink and leaves the bar, leaving the goblin scratching his head.*

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Seated in a corner at the "Cantrips & Crows," a figure, hood drawn, scrawls carefully onto a piece of parchment. The few patrons who have ventured into the Underbelly establishment glance every so often his way, yet he does not pay them any mind.

A goblin bobbles up and down through the threshold into the bar, asking for a Warlock. Pointing to the hooded figure, the Barmaid nods and the interviewer moves towards his table, sitting suddenly in the seat opposite from man. The goblin seems offended as the man doesn't acknowledge his presence. Coughing, the interviewer speaks, "Excuse me, you are the Warlock known as Ivan Zephyr, right?"

The man nods and continues scribbling down various Demonic formulae as the Goblin continues. "Do you know the man known as Rohan Orcslayer?" The quill stops and he begins chuckling, "Ah the Scarlet. Is he dead? Was I the only one you could find who was even remotely associated with him? It wouldn't surprise me. Just throw all of his belongings into the trash--"

The goblin shakes his head, interrupting the Warlock, "No, he isn't dead. I was looking for some commentary regarding him."

Hood still drawn, the Warlock shrugs, "Not much else to say. He's trash. He's one of those idiot Scarlets. Just like my brother and the other Paladins, except for the fact that they fight amongst each other instead of against their enemies. He's boastful and overconfident. He also makes excuses when he's put in his place." Chuckling again, the Warlock waves his hand, "Regardless, there's not much I can say of him, I haven't seen him in a while. Heard he joined those Resettler guys or whatever that group calls itself attempting to hide their slaughter"

Scribbling down the notes, the Goblin looks up to speak, but retracts a bit as a Succubus fades out from invisibility next to it. The Warlock speaks up as the Succubus lashes onto his arm with her whip, "We're done here."

The Succubus escorts the Goblin out of the bar's threshold to the rest of the sewers before the whip unwraps and the demon vanishes again.

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"Isn't 'dis da guy who be attackin' Silvamoon ovah and ovah? ALONE?"

Jadoko sighs. "He be lookin' for his own death, mon. Attackin' a city alone...if ja be attackin' someting, numbahs be da KEY!"

"I be havin' ta mind control 'em da next time he be comin' in, jus' ta see what's wrong with 'em."

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The goblin flinches, watching the forsaken known as Inzema tear flesh from the bone of a night elf woman, face going whatever color it is that goblin faces do when they are on the brink of spewing forth their lunch. The woman shivered, eyes on the goblin, silently begging for help and unable to move. The Forsaken looked up from his meal, chewing muscle thoughtfully as his goggles whirred and adjusted, focusing on the primary material plane and primary visual spectrum on the goblin.

"Who? Oh! Right. That Ssscarlet shhhit. Heard of him. Haven't ssseen him." He tears off another piece like a scavenger animal. The goblin vomits. The undead cackles. "Hey, you coulda come back. Anywho, nah, don't know him, jussst about him'. Hear he'sss a total dousssh to both sssidesss of the war, unlesss they're "untainted," The undead uses his bloody finger for air quotes and shrugs. "He'll die sssome day. Probably becaussse of sssome alliance asssasssin."

Inzema makes a dismissive gesture and the goblin makes a break for it.

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**Cavanaugh scoffs but cannot contain a grin that seems to take over as the Goblin mentions Rohan**

Yes... I have dealt with this one many times. He certainly has skill with the blade and is a force to be reckoned with... however, he lacks the discpline necessary to turn the corner and become a true servant of the Light. I hope one day he can seperate from his Scarlet Zeal and follow a true path of righteousness.

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*The Paladin sits at a bar, slowly sipping a goblet of Melon Juice.* A goblin slowly approaches her. "Excuse me, miss?" *The Paladin sets her goblet on the bar, and slowly turns to face the goblin.*

Ah, you again. *The Paladin sighs lightly.*

The goblin takes a few steps back. "May I ask you about human named Rohan?"

Well I did leave you searching for answers the last time we talked. So I guess that I should give you my opinion on him. *The Paladin chuckles lightly.* He claims that he is a Paladin. *The Paladin frowns slightly.* Him? A Paladin? No.... He has no compassion or understanding. He will kill any being on sight, that he that he sees fit to kill. He kills for the thrill of it. He's more animal like then human. I have run into him several times at Bruuk's. He doesn't like me. That's for sure. *The Paladin shakes her head a little bit.* I am sure that if I ever become a threat to him, that he will attempt to deal with me. That doesn't mean I'm afraid of him however. I am far from being afraid of him. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. *The Paladin grins slightly.* I will defend myself from him and any others if I ever need to. Until then, I will keep a close eye on him. Maybe he will realize that he is going down the wrong path. Although it may be too late for him. That is none of my concern. I have no control over what he does. I feel nothing but pity for him. That is what I think of Rohan. At least a glimpse of it. *The Paladin takes one last sip from her goblet before slowly standing up from the bar.* If you will excuse me, I must be going. *The Paladin leaves a few silver pieces on the counter, and walks out into the bustling streets of Dalaran.*

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As the small green Goblin enters the tavern, he instantly notices a group of young men, none of them over 20, sitting at a large table drinking and loudly arguing. He slowly walked over, drawing the picture and going over to the tallest, a young man with long black hair, identified by his tabard identifying him as a Stormwind Marine.

"Excuse me, Marine, do you know Rohan Orcslayer?" He asked, holding up a picture of the crusader. Micael looked at it for a moment before nodding. "Yes, I do." The Goblin looked expecting for more, but the boy did not offer it. "Any thing to say?" The paladin fixed his eyes on the goblin, green eyes to green skin.

"Fine. He is powerful, strong, brave and he is also stupid, arrogant and has a bit of a problem when it comes to Elves. Apparently he goes off and attacks Silvermoon alone. His service to the Light seems to fit the term Willing to die for, even if it means suicide. Oh yeah, and I wouldn't talk to him. He seems to have a bit of a temper and might punt your green ass to Northrend." Micael begins to turn away when the Goblin, who is walking out, mumbles something about the Gazette.

"Oh yeah, I wouldn't publish this report. He do that little punting thing we discussed."

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You think you shall cleanse the world in a holy fire, I will show you the holiest fire of all. Yes, the world shall be cleansed, but you will be cleansed along with it. Death and destruction is all that awaits you.

-he cackles maniacally-

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