Ugraz

The Old Barracks ((Open RP-Cross Faction))

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The assassin was running toward him, a dagger in both hands, purple armor and a cloak on. Ugraz loaded his bow and fired an arrow at the assassin. Due to panic, Ugraz missed his chest and pierced his shoulder. The assassin stumbled for a second then leaped at Ugraz, Ugraz quickly elbowed him in the jaw, the assassin's tusks scratched Ugraz. "Gah!" Ugraz shouted as blood started squirting out of his arm, he loaded his bow again and fired at the assassin. Perfect shot. Ugraz looked around, there were two more assassins and some guards were starting to come in. Ugraz threw a flare on the floor, dazing them all, and sprinted out. He quickly summoned his drake and flew high above Orgrimmar. He would never be able to return to the Wyvern's Tail casually. The guards shouted out "Twilight bastards!" but Ugraz was paranoid, sure that they were bounty hunters.

He flew over to the other inn, saw Gamon and remembered what happened last time, the bitter memory of Gamon running around slaughtering every hero in sight just because Ugraz poked him.

Ugraz commanded his drake to fly him to the Blasted Lands portal. "Ugraz feel like killing some human whelps.." He muttered to himself as he appeared in the deserted, hellish place. His drake took him to Stormwind, passing over Karazhan, Duskwood, and Goldshire. Ugraz yelled at the top of his lungs as he passed each one, shouting "DEATH TO DA HORDE AND DEATH TO DA ALLIANCE!"

Once Ugraz arrived at Stormwind he looked around, hoping for interesting prey. Some female pink skins walking around...too easy, some Dwarves building armor in their rugged district...still too easy. Were there no Alliance heros worth fighting? Something caught Ugraz's eye, a few cultists at what appeared to be some ruins of the Park. Ugraz didn't remember seeing that building before Deathwing decimated the Park, so he flew over to investigate. Scattered in and around the ruins of the park and the barracks were pink skinned cultists, it was early and still dark, Ugraz was not seen by them nor the patrolling Gryphon Riders.

Ugraz dismounted his drake, landing ontop of the building and readied his weapons. He jumped into the ruins and realized there were more cultists then he had thought. They swarmed him, sending shadow bolts at him and hitting him with their staffs. "Ung! Now Ugraz kill you all!" He started punching, in every direction, pounding into flesh with each blow. He had his spiked knuckles on, blood splattered all over him. The ones around him were dead, but there were still the Shadow Weavers. He loaded his bow and fired, the arrow went through the human's eye. He fired again at a different target, the arrow went through the heart. Ugraz continued to get perfect shots on the rest of the warlocks, until there was nothing but him and corpses.

He sniffed the air, "Mmmmm.." The smell of dead humans, delicious. Wait..he smelled something else...He looked down and realized he was bleeding. He tore off his chest armor and black blood spilled out of him, he grunted and bandaged up the huge wound on his chest. "Damn...shadowbolt musta' hit Ugraz..." He saw his black veins pushing against his burnt flesh, he hated Warlocks and their spells. He held his chest in pain, breathing heavily. He sat there on the floor, in his own blood for a few hours.

It was now light out, Ugraz couldn't call his drake over, there were too many guards..he had to wait here until it was dark again...and try to heal himself, he was in no shape for fighting. He crawled to a dark corner of the ruins, and reapplied bandages, shaking due to blood loss, and passed out.

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The moonlight shined on the wretched Orc's face. He blinked, rubbed his eye, and adjusted his eyepatch, tired. Ugraz looked around, great, it was Dusk. A perfect time to escape on his Twilight Drake....Twilight would be a better time but Dusk is still good. He picked up the whistle that summoned his drake, inhaled, then suddenly his Gnomish Communication Device beeped. He walked over to his bags, slowly due to the injury and loss of blood. He picked it up and pressed the big 'TALK' button.

"Lok'tar, Wrest?" He whispered into the G.C.D.

"Ah, Hello Ugraz..." It was his employer, Wrest. Ugraz would do demolition missions for Wrest. His voice brought a smile to Ugraz's face, he was one of Ugraz's only friends left alive, well an Undead friend.

"Aha, wut's up, Bossman?" Ugraz hoped he would be assigned a new mission for the Rippers.

"It's hard t- -ear you----lot of static, Where ar- -ou?" Wrest responded.

Ugraz could barely understand what Wrest said, "Stormwind." Ugraz tinkered with the device, fixing the connection problem.

Wrest smirked and replied in his cold voice, "Ah...Stormwind. What a coincidence, that is where your next mission is."

"Oh.....?" Ugraz sighed, he was eager to get the fel out of here.

"Yes...I need you to.....'eliminate' some buildings for me. The Alliance deserves some...'change'."

"Okie dokie..like...wid bombs?" Ugraz questioned, not getting the sound 'th' right, as usual.

Wrest sighed, "Yes, with bombs....They are your specialty, are they not? I need you to bomb the...Stockades....the....Warlock trainers' tavern....the Deeprun Tram.....and...blow up that damn statue of Uther in the Cathedral Square, why don't you?"

Ugraz nodded, "Okie..you..you do know about da Stormwind Harbor Bomber, yus?"

Wrest binked, "No....Explain."

"Well..dere wus dis person who blew up a Seventh Legion boat, which wus FILLED wid dose elite soldiers...Ugraz saw hundreds of pink skins blow up..Ugraz wus watching from da sky."

Wrest grinned maniacly, "Who did this...wonderful thing?"

Ugraz answered, "Da Boogie Man.."

Wrest blinked, "What? Oh nevermind..just complete the mission." Wrest turned off his device.

Ugraz sighed and decided to set up 'camp' in the Old Barracks' ruins. He piled up the bodies of the cultists, and hid them in a shadowy corner, so no Gryphon Riders would see the bodies unless they investigated. He dumped out his supplies and set up a mat, and a quilt. He had enough food to last a few days, then he would have to loot some food from the city or get fish from the ocean, which was not far. He decided not to worry about it yet, now he would just sleep. Just sleep, holding a currently deactivated bomb under his pillow...in case any unwanted hero ventured into the ruins.

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High above the skies of stormwind Yueme took lazy circles in the air, her wings adjusting to the drafts that flowed over the city, everything seemed alive, but she still didn't feel like returning to the ground. Her wings glided her from district to district, of course she could always go try and find Hector... he always seemed to have a new problem and though she adored the man like a brother she couldn't imagine what his newest malformation was. Incan, she always seemed so busy, she didn't want to bother her at all. That girl. again one of Yueme's new family but the fellow night elf was so tormented, she wished she could help more.

The paladin sir Aegidius was busy, between his duties to his guild and his duties to his girlfriend, still laid up as far as she heard... A nosey druid as she was, Yueme liked to keep her ear to the ground. The silence on her radio had been going on for hours, meaning her own guild was busy with their chores...

Her wings spread as she landed on a bit of rubble that used to be the park district... one of her favorite haunts but she wasn't here to lament the beautiful moon well or her friends who used to gather there, she perched to look out over seas. The boat to her peoples home was coming into harbor. Perhaps she should visit and see if she could do anything, all her time in the human city, she sometimes felt like she was loosing parts of her heritage. The vessels bells chimed a few times and she ruffled her feathers considering a trip to the tree springing from the ocean. But glancing around, something seemed... not right... usually there were humans mulling about the ruins. Her beak pointed this way and that, then her head tilted to the side curiously.

She avoided the humans here... once Fennore had told her they were bad people... did they choose to leave finally? Fluttering the few feet to the structure, her talon's were paws before she hit the ground. The druid awkwardly blinked in the moonlight giving herself a second to adjust to the new form before she slipped into the shadows and began poking about.

An odd scent filled her nostrils, something that made her animal mind salivate in delight, but her elf values to turn her nose in disgust. Blood? She slinked along, her white pelt unnoticed as she moved into the ruins of the buildings, it didn't take her long before she could sense another life. Pausing and sitting down she surveyed the room, in the corner, bodied, the fur on the back of her neck stood up on end, but there was something alive in here...

The cat took a few tentative steps foreword before she noticed the orc, immediately she stiffened, ready to turn into a bird and fly, or to return to a humanoid form and assault it with a spell.... but it was just sleeping. Her ear twitched a few times and she looked around the room, was he here alone? Yueme sat and starred at the orc, keeping her distance but curious.. She hadn't seen many horde at close range, one tauren she met in the swamps.. she remembered he tried to attack her but relented when he found she wasn't fighting back... the other was a blood elf, well sort of.. he seemed nice enough.

Perhaps not all of the horde were savages... Something kept her in place, she was curious, she wanted to observe him...

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Ugraz slept. He dreamed of the old Orgrimmar and the old Durotar. It was so quiet back then. No machines or armies marching around. Just a few Orcs and a few tents and a campfire. He dreamed of what it would be like if he stayed with the Horde. If he remained Garrosh's second. Leading the Horde 'War Machine' into Ashenvale, slaughtering Night Elves by the hundreds. Burning all the trees, decimating their homes. Part of him wanted that, wanted war, wanted to rule Azeroth. But the other part hated it. It hated the Horde. It hated the Alliance. It hated what Azeroth has become. But it hated Deathwing the most. He dreamed about what would happen if the Alliance and the Horde teamed up and marched to Deathwing's lair, like what the Argent Crusade did with Arthas. That's why he believed the Horde and the Alliance both deserved punishment. He would kill the loyalists, and find the heroes that deserved to live. The heroes that deserved justice. He dreamed of leading an army, Orc, Human, Draenei...not Draenei..Dwarf, Goblin, Gnome alike. Wait..what was that?

Ugraz sat up in a quick motion and grabbed his bow with his burnt, black hands. He sniffed the air...he smelled something. He wasn't able to classify what it was. The smell of the human corpses overpowered any other smell. He looked around, since his eyes were still tired and his have not adjusted to the darkness yet..he saw nothing but darkness.

"Lok'tar? Hello?" He asked in Orcish.

"H-Hi?" He asked again, this time in Broken Common.

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Yueme blinked slightly and pulled back, her nose twitched and she opened her silvery eyes wide, worried she'd been spotted, but it didn't take her long to note that he didn't know where she was, that calmed her slightly. Her head arched foreword and she sniffed the air, trying to find out anything she could about the orc. He Spoke in his language and she remembered the words, having heard them in cities like Dalaran. But when he managed out a "hi" in common she seemed surprised, her ears twitching foreword and her stealth melding away. She was a good yard or two away from the orc, and her eyes met his carefully. She didn't want to see aggressive... for fear of being shot, she wasn't attacking him so she should be fine right?

A rumble of a purr came from her chest looking at the odd green thing, and in a smooth movement she dropped onto her hind legs, sitting and watching him passively, her head tilting with way and that, her ears tilting towards every sound, every whisper the wind gave...

She nudged her nose at him curiously, eyeing the bow warily, trying to seem as calm as she could despite the nervousness she felt in the pit of her stomach. As much as she preached peace she had heard of the savage orcs, seen the things they'd done, and personally witnessed many acts by the orcs that made her skin crawl.

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Finally, Ugraz's eyes got used to the darkness. He was able to make out the Druid in front of him. He watched her sit down and eye his bow. He put the bow down and sat down, bomb behind him. He was ready in case the Druid tried anything.

He pointed to his chest and tried to translate between the two languages, "Me....U-Ugraz. Me...peon, th-thrall, slave. N-not Horde, not Alliance."

He hoped he translated right, and that she showed mercy. His chest still burned from the Shadowbolt earlier. He had trouble breathing, which was obvious due to his short and painful breaths. He would not be able to hold off another hero, unless he used explosives, but that would not end well for him either.

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She looked about to bolt as he moved the bow but it seemed he set it down and she seemed, relieved. Her eyes brightening considerably. Her ears honed in on him and she nudged her nose in his direction again, smooth as always she transitioned into a night elf. her natural form, a mop of white hair hung about her shoulders and she smoothed her ebonweave robe smiling at him. More than anything she was proud of herself, she'd made contact with a horde! Who, as far as she knew could understand common!

Her mouth opened, perhaps he had made a mistake, because as was common with the elf, it was unlikely those even fluent in common would catch all of her words. " I'm Yueme Ravensong. You're name is Ugraz? That's an odd name but I bet it's common in, where are orcs from. Duotar? I've been there before, lots of herbs, it's kinda barren though. And you know Thrall? He's a good person I met him once! I heard he used to be friends with the alliance."

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He blinks as she talks, he is unable to make out half of what she said but he heard one word in particular. Thrall. She had misunderstood him. He lets out a low growl,

"No....Ugraz WUS a Thrall..a slave..a peon." He frowns.

"Ugraz hate Thrall just as m-much as Garrosh! Ugraz hate da H-Horde!"

His hands curl into fists and he eyes her. He wondered if he could kill her...she was a Night Elf, her hair was white so that meant she was old? No, he thought, a lot of Night Elves have white hair, but she seemed too friendly to kill, even if a little energetic.

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Her line of conversation, it you could call her rantings that, was cut short. Her silvery eyes settled on him and she tried to make sense of what he was saying. how could an orc hate the horde? Wasn't Thrall their leader. She seemed... troubled and confused, but remained silent.

Orcs seemed like complex people, she wanted to ask why but instead noticed his chest, her eyes dropping to the affliction. Warlocks? Her attention was that of a rabbit and already she was onto the newest problem with her new friend.

Her hands began to glow but she stopped them short, thinking better of the action, instead she pointed at his chest trying to not come across as aggressive. " You're hurt."

She stated simply and then taking her attention off of him entirely she began to rummage through her bag pulling things out and setting them at her side. Books, flowers, bundles of herbs, empty bottles set alongside glowing ones of various colors and finally she produced a red liquid in a spherical bottle.

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He smiled, and thought , 'Aha..she'll heal Ugraz and den Ugraz kill her!' then he frowned, what was he saying? That would be dishonorable...she did not kill him on sight and now is offering aid? He smiled again, 'Dese are da type of people dat Ugraz looking for!'

He finally responded, "Yus.."

He points to the opposite corner of the ruins. There is a pile of human corpses, and blood is all over the floor, most of it is red, Human blood but there is some black, Orc blood.

"You..heal c-cursed chest?" He points down at his chest and removes his chest armor. Aside from all the burns Deathwing caused, there is unholy black circle. The veins around it are visible and some blood drips from the filthy bandages on the wound. He turns his head to the side and coughs into his hand. He looks down is shocked when he sees blood on his palm. He panics, shows her his hand and coughs again.

"H-help!" He begs.

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He seemed happy, that was good, she was still slightly frazzled, in her tizy hopping from conversation to healing but she followed his arm as he pointed at the pile of bodies and she grimaced, choosing for her own sanity to ignore it... She had been and always would be a pacifist, the idea of blood and gore disgusted her.

Yueme glanced at him as he took off his armor, she didn't know that orcs bled black... it was disgusting, worse than the red gunk that flowed out of everyone else. but she was a healer and wouldn't refuse someone because they made her ill. "Oh.. ouch..." She commented her eyebrows furrowing in concern. She'd have to remove it and that meant magic.

The elf brushed at the orc's skin, not making contact as she tried to see how strong the hex was, her lips pursed and she looked at the odd tusked man. " I'm going to use magic okay? Not attacking Ugraz, Ugraz Yueme's friend, yes?" She smiled encouragingly trying to calm him. elune forbid she start to work her magics and he think she was trying to hurt him, on several occasions she'd proved that she was inept at defending herself.

Praying the orc understood she set the health potion within his reach and pulled back the bandages... if he'd let her she'd need to change those as well. Carefully the elf placed her hands, glowing faintly, over the mark. Prismatic sparks ate at the warlocks bane forcing it back until it finally gave up. The elf took a deep breath feeling slightly drained from the effort but no less discouraged.

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Yueme. That was her name. Ugraz understood that. 'But...Ugraz Yueme's friend?' He thought, 'Ugraz wus just about to blow up dis city...' He frowns, pondering if he should abandon the mission. 'Wait...wut did she say'? He gets a little angered at himself for not paying attention, but he eyes the health potion and quickly grabs it and chugs it down, some of it misses his mouth and drips down his face.

He looked down at her hands and watched her heal him, looking a little amazed, he watched her finish and noticed her drained face. "D-dank you.." He whispers, his lungs and throat hurting. "Dank you, Yueme. Yueme want food or dr-drink?"

He pulled over his bags and looked around in them, he tosses out a few bombs, daggers, arrows, and axes until he looks up at her, "Uhh..dose for fighting.." He keeps looking and pulls out some gross looking food and offers it to her with a smile.

"Food."

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She kept herself busy, not making note of him too much, any normal night elf would be watching him like a hawk incase he tried to do something but she was content, drawing power from the earth and the moon to mend the broken flesh as much as she could. The elf seemed content, she was a natural at her trade, not much else sat well for her anyway, she could remember her superiors rubbing their temples at her as she seemed to be on another planet at times.

" Now we just wrap this up an we'r-" Yueme stopped her eyes settling back on his face as he... he thanked her? Her face brightened and she smiled happily, wouldn't Aegidius be happy to know she helped someone, a horde, and then was thanked for it! In her own mind the alliance would take this piece of kindness as an example, the war between the factions would stop and they would unify in peace. Reality would suggest she'd more likely find herself kicked from the alliance but fortunately she never thought like that,

" Food?" She repeated watching him pull a number of items of destruction from his bag, followed by something that smelled like a gnomes month old boot. The elf shook her head rather adamantly forcing a smile to be polite, instead she offered him a few bundles of bandages from her bag looking hopeful.

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Ugraz nodded as she declined the food then takes the bandages. He carefully wrapped them around his chest and back, until the whole wound was covered. He pats the bandages with his hands, and applies some pressure, in case it started to bleed again. He puts all the weapons and food back into his five big bags. He also takes the small bomb from behind him and puts it in as well.

He looks at her and sighs, sad, "Most...Alliance would...kill Ugraz. Ugraz killed a lot of your type and....Ugraz was about to bomb a few b-buildings..." He admits ashamed. "Ugraz don't kill honorable ones like you dough! Ugraz kill da ones dat...attack Ugraz on sight or are really sworn to da King."

He thinks of the hundreds of Alliance civilians that he killed.

"But..Ugraz kill members of da Horde too! Like..like da Peon Masters..or da officials..or lone loyal heroes...if dat makes up for da members of da Alliance dat..Ugraz k-killed." He blinks, wondering if she will execute him now, for telling her what he does, or worse...report him to the guards.

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As... delightful as thoughts of killing things seemed to be to most other members of the Alliance, Yueme turned up her nose at it, she didn't want to hear about how many anything he killed. A life was a life be it from the horde the alliance or a neutral faction. Everything was part of the design of the world, made in Elune's blessing... more people really should understand it.

The more interesting thing to her was how he knew common, she let him talk for a while, noting he could speak to her, the words he used... honestly she'd only ever met a few members of the horde who could speak more tongues than those of the savage horde races. One being Thrall, the other being the nice elf who lived in Stormwind.

Maybe that was it, he mentioned something about Thrall but she only was half listening, it was a bad habit she needed to work on, wait was he still talking?

Her attention came back in time to catch the end of what he was saying and she pouted slightly. Nothing made up for loss of live... it didn't matter how many things he killed. " How can you speak the human language?" She finally piped in.

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He blinked and stopped talking as he was interrupted, 'How can you speak the human language?'

He wondered why she asked that of all questions. She was an odd Night Elf, nice, but odd.

"Uhh...After killing so many and reading a few of deir books..Ugraz w-wus able to understand da basics..Dey tend to uhhh...call for help or scream when dey die.." He remembered how the civilians would always shout 'Goibon uben lo!' Or something like that, then soldiers would appear and hit him.

"Why you act so shocked?" He questioned curiously, eyeing her.

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Yueme nodded, trying to listen and pay attention, occasionally she was able to keep her mind in a firm train of thought. No doubt Ranavos would not be shocked that she had less of an attention span than an orc... he always had a smart comment to shoot her way....

The stupid mage, he was more horde than alliance, more monster than man ontop of that. She didn't hate people but with him it often came close... still he was a friend and she was protective of him regardles- wait was Ugraz talking again?

" I'm not shocked... just curious.." Yueme blinked a few times, letting it go and picking up the contents of her bag and returning them to the satchel, her fingers traced over a purple and blue glowing crystal, forged from abyss and she paused before she hid it away with her herbs, to keep it safe, her most prized possession... " The horde and the alliance are always fighting... I imagine it's easy to justify things like that when you can't talk to the people... when you can't understand it's easy to forget they have hopes and dreams just like you do."

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He nodded, 'when you can't understand it's easy to forget they have hopes and dreams just like you do' Ugraz repeated that sentence in his head over and over. He felt...guilty. He quickly dismissed the feeling and looked up.

"It is dawn..." He stated the obvious.

He looked down at his wound, peeled away the bandage to take a look at his mostly healed chest. He smiled slightly and wrapped the bandages back on. Thoughts raced through his mind, 'Am Ugraz healthy enough to complete da mission? It's just a few bombs...wait...Should Ugraz even DO da mission? After wut dis Elf said...it would seem wrong....but I am allies with Wrest...' He held his head with his hands, thinking about what he should do.

"How..uhh healthy you dink Ugraz is? Can Ugraz fight?" He questioned her, quietly.

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Yueme tilted her head back looking up at the open sky. Stormwind despite all of it's smog, at least in the dwarven district, had a fairly clear view of the sky. As the blue blanket began to lighten she felt her heart soar. Morning was always her favorite time of day. " Yeah.." She added lazily, but this also meant she hadn't slept at all, not that she needed much.

She was content though, the orc didn't seem aggressive at all, in fact she felt safe enough around him that's she wanted to curl up and sleep. Surely she had some sort of brain damage she didn't know about. " I guess you'd be okay to fight ." Yueme frowned slightly but shrugged adding a bit to her statement. " It might be best to try and take it easy though...."

The elf moved to her feet, with the grace known to her kind. glancing out at the rubble of the park and beyond that towards the trade district. " People will be waking up soon."

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He looked at her curiously, "You okie? You look tired.."

'Aha' He thought, 'Ugraz will bomb da buildings while she's asleep...Not many will die right? Da Warlocks are shady so dey deserve it, kinda....Da Stockades, well Ugraz heard it wus overrun by Hogger's tribe, da Tram uhh..will just be broken for a bit and....da oder ding is just a statue..' He convinced himself.

"You can sleep...Ugraz have to uhh...get food anyways.." He lied.

He would just have to sneak away quietly and come back, without any guards following him or worse, heroes following him.

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Yueme shook her head and frowned a bit, in her mind she saw this nice orc going and looking for food, then Urivial Beckett himself would stroll out and with one swipe of his blade, fell Ugraz. It didn't sit well with her, how deranged did she have to be to consider someone on the alliance a villian? " An orc running into Stormwind, I don't think they'd take that well. I can get you something to eat I'll be right back." Before he could protest she shifted into a bird, her blue wings propelling her into the air as she made circles upwards.

What did orcs eat anyway? Berries and plants? She liked those things anyway, no reason he shouldn't, no reason at all. Gliding for a time she considered her proper path, as to not direct attention towards the orc's hiding place. She'd fly to her favorite spot for a little while, people would expect her to be there anyway..

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He sighed and mumbled, "Dat wus Ugraz's chance!"

He thought about how long it would take her, she'd probably get distracted by something so he might have time, he thought. He could..try to set up the bombs now..No it would take too long. He would just go for the Warlocks, they were near. He blew his dragon whistle and his Twilight Drake appeared in a matter of seconds. He looked around. No Gryphon Riders saw his drake. He put everything back into his bags and mounted his drake. He waited in the Barracks until the Gryphon Patrol flew over, twenty seconds later his drake took to the air. He had his drake fly high above the Mage District.

"Hope dis works.." Ugraz dived off his drake, accelerating toward the ground. He pulled a rope connected to his belt and was immediately slowed by his parachute. He looked out on the horizon, the Gryphon Patrol would be passing by any second. He cut the parachute rope and fell about ten feet, hitting one of the purple roofs.

"Ungh..." He got up with a painful moan and jumped to the ground. He looked around, there it was, the suspicious tavern that hosted the evil Warlock teachers. It was closed. He broke down the door with a kick and looked around. Noone. He ran down the steps, going deeper and deeper into the ground. There it was, the Warlock Training center. There were demons in cages hanging from the ceiling, wooden desks with stacks of papers, that had demonic writing all over them, but no Humans. He took out a big, cobalt bomb and placed it under one of the desks. It was powerful enough to kill everything in the training center, but not to destroy the whole tavern. He ran back upstairs, as quietly as he could. He peaked out the doorway, it was clear...wait! Three mages walked by...He looked again and decided it was safe. His drake landed , Ugraz mounted, then his drake flew up. It only took him ten second before the Humans walking around looked the size of ants. He spotted the Gryphon Patrol. They were heading toward Old Town. His drake flew into a hole in the Old Barracks' ruins and Ugraz climbed off.

"Go! Quick!" He shouted at his drake in Orcish. He looked around, and returned to his little encampment in the ruins. "Now Ugraz just have to wait a few hours, so da Warlocks get all comfy den Ugraz blow dem up!" He cackled, slightly, and put the detonator in his bag. Now he'd just wait for her to return.

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Landing, her talons were feet before they touched down to the soft grass of the mage district, the smell of flowers and sweet reagents filled her lungs and she smiled plodding her way to the cobblestone circle in front of the well, it wasn't filled with moon water, but she still allowed it to feel like home to her. Sitting down on the bench she counted to herself, intending to go up until one hundred but again, something felt off.

Pacing back she melded herself in the shadow of the trees in the small clearing, watching to see what was making her feel off, she had only gotten to seventy four. Her eyes glanced to the slaughtered lamb, usually warlocks and arcane students went in there, she avoided it but the sound of wood being broken was hard to ignore.

Whispering to herself she seemed... in a state of disbelief... " Is that Ugraz...?" He went inside, and she waited, unsure if it would be wise to follow or wait, the seconds seemed to take ages, so that when he finally returned she once more had to shift into the shadows. He mounted a drake and flew away. No, she couldn't think it was the same orc, after all he was a good person, more so, all orcs looked alike to her.

Returning to her cat form she slipped over to the door carefully, pausing unsure if it was wise to investigate. But her sense of self riotousness got the best of her anyway. Striding into the building she looked around, seeing nothing out of place, it smelled like... blood and dark magic, things the Kaldori such as herself usually avoided. Though, nothing screamed suspicious, after all the warlocks hung out here, most she met were far from enjoyable company. Then she noticed a doorway in the back of the bar.

Curiosity urged her on, down the winding staircase investigating the area, the noise from below, combined with the smell was a bit much but she pressed in. Seventy four....

Demons held in boxes were suspended from the ceiling, an extinguished fire pit had the smell of burnt herbs, purposes unknown. Papers seemed to clutter every surface, she immediately thought of Ranavos Dryandson, with his book obsession. Was the orc a warlock dropping off a message to the human spell weavers? " Who the hell knocked down this door?!" Came a call from up the staircase, feline hearing picking it up easily enough, seconds later panic set in, if she were found here! But a few warlock were already traveling down the narrow staircase, she would have trouble slipping by ' By the light of Elune...' The druid thought to herself as she hid in the far hall, praying she would be able to slip past unnoticed.

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Ugraz looked around from the ruins, seeing the pink skins emerge from their homes and start trading with one another. He grinned, 'Now is da time' he thought, 'dose Warlocks are probably just arriving'. But, something seemed wrong, either it was his feeling of guilt, or something else. He took out his spyglass and tried to see if anything odd was going on in the Mages District. No, it looked normal. What was it then?

He opened up his bags and pulled out the detonator, all he had to do was pull the switch down, and wait a few seconds and BOOM! His burnt fingers wrapped around the switch but he didn't pull it...yet.

'Dey are just warlocks!' He reasoned, in his mind. 'Dey..deserve to die! Yus!'

He then shouted out his battlecry "DEATH TO DA HORDE AND DEATH TO DA ALLIANCE!" as loud as he could and pulled the switch.

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She glanced around as her Charger's hooves thudded against cobblestone rather than soft soil, marking her arrival at Stormwind's gates. The guards were barely afforded a cursory nod as she rode past, several destinations being mentally weighed in her mind. The Trade District 's hustle and bustle was easily ignored, and soon grass replaced the cobblestone underfoot once again. The Mage District was quiet this morning, observed the paladin during her meandering ride.

In response to the shifting weight of plate armor the woman rolls her shoulders before continuing along her way. The lure of an ale and a safe place to wear only cloth for a brief period of time - even leather, if needs be - was too great to deny. She wanted a day of rest at an Inn, she really did... perhaps a mug of ale in some company that would be pleasant. The Blue Recluse seemed inviting - and it was right there. Reigning in her charger, the woman slides to the ground, then makes her way inside.

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