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[Mokrah]

Previously:

Mokrah had been in Nyx for a long time but had left to explore new surroundings and journey with different people. Now a days, he has his trusty friend Sind follow the path of lady nyx in order to help his old friend Warburn Smoketusk in finding clues about the mysterious lady nyx. Accompanied with Sind was his wife, Relenshina, an old girlfriend of Warburn, and still smitten by the trolls charming ways.

Current Day:

Eyeing over the blue terran of Zangarmarsh, Sind, mounted ontop of his hawkstrider, looked at the alliance gnome battling a giant bog lord.

"That gnome has no idea what's install for him", he thought aloud.

Giving the hawkstrider a nudge to move forward, Sind raced at the gnome preparing to do his mind bending Psycic Scream. As he drew closer he jumped off the hawkstrider with such grace that all the gnome saw was a flash of mouse brown hair. The gnome doubled over in a bit of pain as his mind was seared with screams of terror. He ran around blindly, meandering aimlessly into a giant mush stalk.

Preparing for when the target would be in range, Sind charged up his spells and applied all that he could into them, he flung his hand out and watched as the gnome wandered around aimlessly but so slowly as the blue beam connected between his left hand and the poor gnome. Knowing when the exact moment that his target would be close to death, Sind got ready to hit the target with everything he had, knowing full well that if the gnome were to survive he would be in an exhausted state himself, leaving himself open for a counter-attack. Aiming and exacting his deathly spell caused the gnome to collapse in a gargled cry.

"Now thats that taken care of, lets see if this was the right gnome...if not its the wrong gnome at the right convinient time for a quick and early death" Sind voiced to no-one.

Rummaging around the gnomes possessions, sind found a small peice of parchment.. Opening it up he found that there was nothing on it, but it was obvious it was several centuries old. The edges were frayed with worn use and the page was fading. Sind scanned the page front and back when he noticed in the bottom right hand corner some glyphs. Tiny as they were, he could not make them out. He needed someone that would be able to translate them for him.

"But who?" He though, "Who would be able to translate this text for me?"

Racking his brain he knew of only a few people that would be able to help him out, and that was Mokrah and Warburn.

But in his heart he knew something was amiss and not right, the previous adventure he had gone on to find aitana had lead him to a most sticky and life draining experince that he hoped would never, ever go through again.

Rushing to Zabrajin Village, Sind knew only one place were Mokrah could be. But it was no easy task to find him. As Mokrah loved to hang out near the fel orcs on the Ruins of Karabor. Though Mokrah's hut out in The Barrens was never used, Sind thought of looking there first. This orc, that he had known along time, was his only hope at de-cyphering the glyphs on the bottom of this page he clutch in his right hand.

Approaching Zabrajin Village Sind noticed something out of the ordinary, dead trolls lay on the ground with rupture's and wounds so deep he did not think he could possible mend them.

Looking around cautiously, Sind slowly walked into Zabrajin and gasped at what he saw...