Post by Sagramor
My original plan was to stop posting the series, but seeing there's two of you that are actually keeping up with it, I decided to post the 6th. Enjoy.
5th Tome: RetLol.Sargron never understood the Darkspear. They could build a city for themselves as large as Orgrimmar, and yet, they decided to stay with their little village up the coast
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“Still clinging to old beliefs, I guess.” Thought the orc as he looked around for Zumbyat, which was nowhere to be seen.
The warlock walked up to Master Gadrin, an old friend of his and asked of the hunter.
“He be called by Vol'jin, mon. He be in Thrall’s room now, I think.” Surprised, the warlock looked back at the canyon he was going to have to traverse. Unwillingly, but without any other option, the orc mounted up and rushed to his capital.
Upon arriving at the city, he went straight to the warchief’s room. The Kor’kron Elite stood by as Sargron walked in the room. Thrall was busy talking to Ambassador Dawnsinger, but Vol’jin sat at his table, just looking over some papers. The orc approached him:
“Vol’jin, how’re doing?”
“I be ‘kay, mon. What ye be neddin’ here?” Answered the troll.
“I need you to tell me where Zumbyat was sent to.”
“Surprised you be wantin’ to tal’ to him, mon.”
“Something came up.” Quickly answered Sargron.
“Well.” Said the troll leader, smiling. “Some problems be started in Hinterlands. He went there to take care of it.”
“Thanks, Vol’jin. Aka'Magosh.”
“The spirits be with you, mon.”
“Good. Maybe I’ll be able to kill two birds with one stone. Just hope this Rokhan is also in the Hinterlands.” Thought Sargron as he left the Valley of Wisdom.
Now came the bad part. Sargron had always been able to easily fly on top of wyvern, but he never got used to flying in zeppelins. He always thought it was going to fall down, luckily, he knew a good drink would cure his fear. Not wanting to waste what as left of the mystery drink, the warlock decided to stop by the tavern of Orgrimmar. He walked in and asked for a bottle of Bourban, than, before leaving, walked to the table where he and the hooded man had their conversation. He stood there silently, trying to see if he could remember anything to help him find out who the hooded person was. Suddenly, a soft voice came from behind him:
“Hi there.”
Sargron then turned around and his jaw dropped.
“Corarion. I never thought you’d be the one to start a conversation between us again.” Said the orc, surprised.
“Yeah, I thought so too. But, something came up, you said it yourself.” Answered the paladin.
“How do you know that?”
“I heard you talking with Vol’jin. Now, I know you. If you’re looking for Zumbyat, it means you’re eventually going to come look for me too. I’ve decided to make it quicker, what do you want?”
Astonished, but happy, Sargron said:
“Okay, I’m going to say it, but you have to listen to all I have to say.”
“Fine.”
The warlock sighed:
“I want to get the group together.”
“You’re joking, right?” Responded the blood elf, cynical.
And then the warlock sat down with the paladin and told him of all that happened. Corarion looked like he had been hit.
“So, you’re telling me that a hooded
creature gave you a mystery drink, which was so good it led you to go to Stormwind, the heart of the enemy, to find Brann Bronzebeard, who told you about a race of bear-people in the jungle that are really good at making booze? Yeah, that makes perfect sense.” Sarcastically answered the blood elf, and continued. “I don’t think that’s going to convince to go back to traveling with someone who almost got me killed once. Try again.”
Sargron did not want to, but he wanted to prove the paladin wrong so much, that he offered him a sip of the mysterious drink. Corarion had to hold on to the table in order to not fall down. After the shock was over, he chugged down whatever was left of it, smiled, and said:
“So, Hinterlands, huh?”
*Very scenic during springtime, you should visit sometime.
Post by Queggy
Heh, pretty good. One thing I noticed is that you used "Lok'tar O'gar" as a form of farewell, when really, it's a
war cry.
Post by Sagramor
Heh, pretty good. One thing I noticed is that you used "Lok'tar O'gar" as a form of farewell, when really, it's a
war cry.
Isn't it Strength And Honor?
