Lythanor the Blood Blade, After Awakening: New allies...

[Lythanor]

*The chains coiled and wrapped tightly around the gnome's small neck* "Can't cast without a voice...", cooed Lythanor at his now silent assailant.nn*A bastard sword blindsides Lythanor, gashing him in the face* "Ahh...but I can swing a sword without a word" cackled Leart, "and now bloodblade...you will die...just as the master had intended.". *Leart raises the sword once more to cleave the elf but is met with a bullet to the chest*nn"Oi! Yee be leavin' that lad alone now! Otherwise ya have to deal with me!" *A rather large black tauren emerges out from one of the ruined buildings, his hair on his chin braided similar to a dwarf, his horns bent straight up and as black as his hair. In his one hand is an old rusted blunderbuss, the other contains a rather suspicious mug.* "I think ye should be leevin' now...before old Kuraz sees ya...he doesn't take kindly to hostilities." *A second shot is fired, clipping the human in the hand, forcing him to drop his sword*nn"ARGH!! I..I...I'll kill you yet.....Blood....blade..." Grimaced the angry Leart. *A dark hole forms beneath him and his gagging gnome Mistress as they seamlessly fall through the earth*nn*Lythanor, abit shaken and bleeding profusely from his face, points at what's left of Grunge. The ghoul's remains collapse to dust and life essence flows to the wounded deathknight. The bleeding stops and starts to reverse itself, pouring back into his wound.* "I shouldn't have...gotten so sloppy..." mutters Lythanor as he passes out from exhaustion.nn"Buuuzzzzz.......Buuuuuuzzzzzzz.........zzzzzzzzzz"nn"G-g-grunge....make.....n-n-new friend...."nn"Wha......huh.....where....?" Lythanor mumbles....*He slowly starts to sit up, surveying his surroundings.*nn*A quick glance around shows a slightly well built hut of sorts, dwarven artwork, memorabilia, and various guns hang from the walls. He notices he's laying in a nappy looking bed...some of the springs broken and bent out of shape. To the right is a ornate wooden cabinet full of hanging mugs on pegs...on the shelves ammunition lies neatly in stacks. To his left he sees barrels with unknown writing on them...and a couple of smaller sacks with "Kuraz" scribbled on them.*nn"Buuuuzzzzzzz........Buuuuzzzzzzzz" *The noises grow closer and louder...almost like a flying buzzsaw* "Buuuuuzzzzzz" nn"What in Mograine's name is THAT?!" *Lythanor's eyes widen as a wasp glides into the room...not just any wasp though, it's body size alone dwarfs Lythanor's full figure. It shines and glimmers different shades of blue. Lythanor eyes it's stinger, as long as a broadsword, jutting in and out of it's body as it flys towards the sacks on the ground*nn"Master....like....n-n-new friend?" Grunge clambers as he follows behind the massive insect. "G-g-good friend.....not h-h-hurt Grunge.....". *The insect digs through one of the sacks, pulling out various fruits and stuffing them into it's vice-like maw. Grunge also goes to the sack and partakes of the fruit inside, gobbling it down ravenously*nn"Aye...boy! I see ye be finally awake!" The massive black tauren stalks into the room, holding two tall mugs in his hands. "Ohh...those creepers almost got ya good...I tell ye." *The tauren shunts a mug into the confused Lythanor's hands as he takes a swig of his own.* "Come on...don't tell me ye a wee diaper wearin' baby! Drink up lad!" smiled the tauren warmly for the first time. "It's not often I get guests not lookin' to skin me hide...Kuraz...he took a liken' to yer...uhh...friend over there so what's good for him is good for me!".nn*Lythanor, still rather dumbfounded by the current events, decides to drink as to not insult the large figure in front of him. The liquid touches his lips and surprisingly it's rather sweet and pleasant, Lythanor greedily downs the entire mug* "So...*gulp* why....did you help me?"nn"Well...your the warrior right? The one the horde was supposed to send to help me get out of this hamlet...aye?" beamed the tauren as he downs the contents of three more mugs, reeking of much stronger alcohol.nn*Lythanor quickly nods in agreement...still shaken and trying to figure out the tauren's true motives.* "Yes...the horde sent me to find you...Mr....umm....who are you?"nn"My name...? My name is Belourd Goldbrew...grandson of Ollete Goldbrew, crafter of the finest alcohol this side of Kalimdor." *He points to a rather large portrait above the bed, a stout and rather angry looking old female dwarf stands with a small black tauren to her left and a barrel to her right*n"That's me grandmum...died fighting for what was right...spreading dwarven cheer to all races of the world..." *Raises a mug to the portrait and downs the contents in a single swig* "I can never forgive the awful beasties that put her in an untimely tomb *hiccups*."nn*Lythanor rises from the bed and puts a hand on the massive tauren's shoulder* "I'll help you...but it seems I've...err...can't remember the way home...perhaps if you lead I can protect you?" Coerced the deathknight, praying his cover wouldn't be blown.nn*A hopeful smile spreads across the tauren's face as he embraces Lythanor in a giant hug* "OHHH THANK YE LAD!!! I KNEW THE HORDE WOULDN'T LET OL' BELOURD DOWN!" *He swings the deathknight around the room in a tight embrace, Grunge and the wasp darting out of the way of the pair*nn"However....*wheeze* I can't help....you....if you break me...in....two...*cough*" Spat Lythanor.nn"OH!" *The tauren drops Lythanor with a "thud"* "Sorry lad...I got abit carried away..." *Belourd walks over to a table and pulls up two large barrels to sit on* "So...it's late now lad, care to join me for a drink or two and a wee bit of chattin' before bed?"nn*Lythanor graciously accepts Belourd's offer and sits on the other barrel. Belourd talks for hours about how "the horde" are a bunch of wonderful individuals, their leader Thrall, and all his wonderous accomplishments, including one thing that truely DID interest Lythanor, the coming of the Sin'dorei to the Horde. Now he had to go there...his answers...this warchief, would they truely accept him?*nn-To be continued...

[Oneille]

Brill, a mainstay for those passing through Tirisfal Glades. Outside the Gallow's End Tavern a small ground gathered staring blankly at the strange female elf prancing about. She called her Josophine a priestess of light, but to Lythanor she was an abomination. Each time she grinned a dark chuckle passed by faux endearment. This peculiar elf maiden jumped and raced with fawn like speed and motion. Who was she and why was she here. Lythanor knew.nn"Tick, tock, tick tock...time is running out...the secret won't last forever," a melodic voice echoed on the cold winds of the evening. nnJosophine stood on the stoop of the Brill cityhall watching with blissful glee as Lythanor balled his hand into a fist straining to not strike against the priestess, "Confound it!"nn"Hmph, you're running out of time...your dark powers can't save you and your troll friend's voodoo..." she smirked then imitated a troll accent, "...can't save ya mon! MUWAHAHAHA!!!"nn"You will be taken back to the dark so Morgraine help me!" the axe at Lythanor's back became fully unsheathed poised at his side ready to strike.nn"Ey mon she and you be tied togetha in some way mon, two spirits tied from the netha," the troll priest nodded only to be shot a nasty look from the death knight. nn"Just die you damn creature of hell!" she faded from his view then popped up at the cementary.nn"Can't catch what you can't get...course won't stop the secret!" nnLythanor had enough his dark powers summoned his death gate ready to shove her through, "Ohhh a new toy...but the clock ticks down...tick, tock, tick, tock!"nnWith a squeal and a giggle the female elf faded into darkness...