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  1. Sometimes, I just love hunters. "Please tell me you're kidding." "I nay be kiddin' ya, laddie." "But, that is just...mean." "Mean?! I think it be brilliant! Wit' all th' rats an' spiders tha' place be crawlin' wit'...who'd suspect a few more snakes added t' th' mix? Nay sayin' I woulda thought o' it... but, seems like a good tactice t' me." "Seems a bit underhanded..." "Lad, if ya don' want t' use e'ery trick a' yer disposal t' win...I hope ya get used t' losin'." Aimira scratched her favorite cat, Sebastian, behind his ears and walked back out of the tavern.
  2. Oh heck, no! I vote for Sanrin or MaeMae /flee
  3. Hey, least I could do was make sure you had a Halaa to capture. However, kids come first! (Well, second, kinda...) I'm so sorry I couldn't stay longer
  4. Oh, I started on this last night...but with poor luck. (Too many orcs and trolls running around.) I'm rather waiting for a few official kills and the spark of a story before I submit my "application," Mae. They tend to make fine targets, contest or no contest.
  5. Aimira Aletohs, hunter extraordinaire and coy dwarven lass. Currently hanging my hat with my cousins and adopted clan members in Toh Clan. Generally speaking, I'll do anything for a bit of shiny coin or a good looking lad. Unlike Alishondra, please do oggle my chest. I enjoy the attention *smirk*
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    Jamison looks back and forth between the two elves before whining and licking the lady's hand. While he can smell the change in the man, he will need energy if he's going to be able to walk out of here. Jamison turns to sniff through the urns and satchels laying near the wall. Most doesn't pass muster, but a small bag of fresh fruit may work. Grasping it delicately in his teeth, he trots back to the lady and drops it at her feet. He nudges her again and looks to the caged elf. Silently, Jamison lets Aimira know that they arrived unnoticed and the elf still lives. "Guard them carefully and let me know the moment that changes." He huffs lightly and moves to watch the opening to their room.
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    (( sorry 'bout that... ))
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    (( hmm, if you don't mind, I'll take some liberties with the timeline... )) "O'course, lass. We all need help from time t' time." Scratching Jamison behind the ears, Aimira continues, "I've got a couple ideas. Some good, some nay so good.... Jamison here could lead ye in t' where he caught scent o' yer elf friend. I sense ye coul' sneak along wit' him, aye? He's been in once wit' nay trouble." "Other trouble be tha' I can nay walk in there so easy. Me cousins an' I can wait until ye've found 'im, then go in wit' rifles blazin'. At th' very least, we'll cause a distraction an' thin th' guards an' protrols ye'll face on yer way out." Aimira taps her chin thoughtfullly. "He... Well, he may not be up fer walkin' out on his own. Ye'll need t' alert us if tha' be th' case." She surveyed the nearest camp with a gleam in her eye. "I dunnae think we'll have any problem reachin' ye." Tossing Jamison a special treat, she instructs him to lead the young druid back to the elf and to keep her safe. ... And that he did. Hearing the faint voice call to him, "Here boy.. wolf.. come here. Let me take a closer look at you..." Jamison wagged his tail and trotted over.
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    Surprized, Aimira takes a step back before chuckling deeply. "Sorry, lass. I heard ye were on yer way...jus' didn' expect ye t' land on me foot." She looks back to the troll's structure. "Aye, Jamison here says there be an elf inside. Per'aps e'en a gnome. An' definitely some nasty concoction." Turning back to the young elf, she continues, "Me cousins be on their way...we were jus' goin' t' clear th' place fer th' Thane. But if yer lookin' fer some one particular, we should work t'gether, aye? Would nay want them hurtin' yer friend if we cause a ruckus."
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    Aimira continued to watch the comings and goings of the trolls. Knowing that there were probably others trapped inside pushed her towards storming through the archways, but somehow reason crept into her head. With a sigh, she picked up her stone and made two quick calls: "Falstad, ser. Yer righ' tha' th' trolls o' th' eastern Hinterlands are up t' nae good. If any other able-bodied folks arrive...I'd nae turn down a 'elpin' 'and." A gruff voice answers, "O'course lass. Stay safe." "Nug...Grumble? If yer free, I coul'," she coughs trying to get the words out, "use a 'and dealin' wit' sum trolls up east o' Aerie Peak." To this there is a chorus of deep laughs on the clan's channel. "Bit off more den ye kin chew, cousin? Nae worry yer pretty li'l 'ead. We'll be dere in two shakes o' a ram's tail."
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    Perching herself on a high wall on the outskirts of the largest troll compound in the Hinterlands, Aimira can see what the thane was talking about. There seems to be more frequent patrols and more nervous looks than the often relaxed atmosphere she remembers. Turning to the scruffy head next to her, she whispers, "I need ye t' figure out what be goin' on in there, Jamison. Keep a low profile as I'd rather like t' keep this quiet fer th' momen'...alrigh'?" Her wolf winks back and allows a silly grin before rolling in some nearby dirt like a puppy. Aimira flips him a bit of steak before patting his rump and sending him on his way. Jamison keeps his head and tail down and begins prowling the outskirts. He practically bows to the first troll-wolf he meets and is allowed to pass unhindered. "Walkers are jumpy and there is a funny smell on some of them," he lets her know. "Track it down, aye?" "Yep, yep. Following a walker now." He grows quiet and Aimira tries her best to wait patiently. She doesn't like recon missions nearly as much as a good fight, but she needs more information before barging in. "There's elf here.... And a trace of gnome. Maybe more, but gone now. Yep, yep. Troll walkers making nasty soup." Blast it, Aimira grumbles to herself as she beckons Jamison back. This is probably not going to go well...
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    Aimira landed at Aerie Peak with her curiosity piqued. The clan leader, Falstad Wildhammer, has posted a request for help, a rare thing indeed. While not of the clan, she had earned their respect during the several seasons she spent in the hills and valleys they claimed as home. Finding him in the nexting area, she immediately noticed the new lines on his face. "Hullo, ser. I understand ye be needin' a hand?" "Aye." He looked up from his work. "Aimira, tha' ye, lass?" "Aye, ser, Aimira Aletohs answerin' yer summons fer 'elp." The dwarf studied her for a moment before saying, "Ye've picked up th' burden o' Outlands, I see." At her nod, he continued, "Thank ye fer comin'. We could use an experienced hand up here." Walking outside, he gestured over the railing. "Th' local trolls be actin' ... odd. Odder then usual, tha' is. I cannae spare any o' me family t' figure out why. Tha's why I put up th' call fer help." "I'm happy t' lend a hand. An' unless they be far off their game, I imagine th' leaders still be in Jintha'alor, aye?" The tattooed dwarf nodded. "Then, I'll be off wit'out delay." Aimira turned to Falstad, giving him a slight bow, and turned to jog down the stairs. "Considerin' me target, I'll need t' bring Jamison rather than Sebastian wit' me. Hopefully he'll blend wit' the other wolves," she thought to herself.
  13. When my husband and I were both in the Ironforge Regiment, we played a married couple. He was the typical barely sober "fuck up" Private while I was the upstanding Master Sergeant who couldn't help but get promoted. So, when the parties would start, as dwarven events are wont to do, everyone starts buying drinks. My poor dear would shuffle over and begin begging for a few coin to buy a bit of ale. I'd turn him down reminding him of the last time he blew our pay on barrels of bourbon. On at least one occasion, I had three other lads begging me to have mercy on the poor guy. I rarely relented but he regularly wound up "smashed" and waving his gun about by the end.
  14. Looks around with curiosity. "What, me? A cool kid?" She begins laughing hysterically. Thanks for the smile, Rede. Really, fun stuff and I enjoyed it. (Oh, and Seattle does rock!)
  15. Sure, Rede, make me log in just so I can check it *all* out. Neat stuff by the way. I enjoy basking in the glory of others great skills (especially when I have none).