"The city," Du'Rango says simply, looking at the tea with mistrust.
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The troll looks cautiously curious. "What ya be talking about, mon? I'm a little confused."
"Gold! Yah, mon! But these other minerals be strange...what's that, Bright?"
Du'Rango stows his pipe in his backpack and kneels to get a closer look at the mysterious material.
Can't hurt to pick it up again if everyone's still even paying attention.
FYI recruitment thread for a campaign I'll be DMing: link.
An all-too-common fate for PbP campaigns. :(
*cough*
Could you explain what you mean exactly when you say "the town seems like it has only been empty for days but there is evidence that suggests years has gone by"? I'm..confused.
Du'Rango looks around the eerie town, feeling uncomfortable. His normal reaction to feeling uncomfortable? Do something ill-advised. He puts both hands to his mouth and leans back as he shouts, "ELLO, MON! BE ANYBODY HOME?"
Du'Rango narrows his eyes suspiciously and peers about him. He draws his axe and shield and takes more careful steps as he enters the town in front of his teammates. He moves to the nearest building and looks in the window.
Du'Rango raises an eyebrow at the orc. "Not much of one, brudda orc. I am a Revantusk troll. We are allied with the Horde, but do not wish to fight their battles like da Darkspear." His eyes grimly return to the road ahead. "We have troubles enough as it is without fighting humans and elves and....gnomes...too."
Du'Rango speaks openly with anyone who says anything to him, but keeps to himself otherwise. He's completely comfortable with the rollicking gait of the raptor mount beneath him, having been trained in their use since he was a child. He moves his mount slightly ahead of the rest of the recruits and looks about himself for ambush. He'd heard enough tales of the wild centaurs who inhabited the Barrens to make him wary.
Seeing no threats that he's aware of, he packs a pipe of smokeleaf and begins smoking as he slouches on the raptor.
"Tanks, mon," Du'Rango mutters to the orc as he straps down his two traveling waterskins. He looks at ease upon the big raptor, who shares his sleepy-eyed expression.
The troll follows affably.
"I t'ink I heard shoutin' comin' from the tavern rooms," Du'Rango muses, rubbing his head.
Du'Rango approaches, looking somewhat hung over. Completely oblivious or uncaring about his outfit, he says "Not Du, Du'Rango, mon. Like A Tribe Called Quest, ya say da whole t'ing."
Du'Rango blinks sleepily and yaaaawns. Completely unruffled by his strange clothing, he rubs his head and moves to a water trough to stick his head in.
Du'Rango proceeds to get very, very...VERY drunk. The following morning will see him passed out on the roof of the tavern.
Du'Rango merely licks his lips. He looks more hungry than horny.
Du'Rango narrows his eyes at the mention of night elves, then shrugs. "I be willing to help ya, mon, as I told Zaluzalas back in Riventusk Village. The coin's good and anything's better than cooling me heels in exile in the Hinterlands." He coughs a moment, and draws out his pipe, taking a long drag and sending a plume of smoke exhaled to the ceiling. "One condition though - I don' be workin' with no Horde nor Alliance soldiers. Let Thrall and the humans keep their bloody war - I no' be wantin' to get involved."
Du'Rango slaps his knees and roars in laughter, and it practically echoes around the small tavern. He slaps the tabletop multiple times in mirth. "Ahahahahahah!
Du'Rango gives a sigh of appreciation when Foozlebit orders a drink for him. "Me gonna like you, gnome." he says, pointing a large finger at her and grinning, exposing his two white tusks.
The troll rubs his forefinger against his thumb. "Money, mon."
Du'Rango grunts in satisfaction at finding his employer so easily and unslings his spiked wooden shield, laying it carelessly next to the wall. "What be this proposition about, Pandaren?" he inquires brusquely.
A tall specimen of a forest troll walks into the tavern, holding a letter. He glances around, and walks over to the only likely table in the room. "Titian Twilight Society?" he says inquisitively, holding up his letter with the Society's writing on it.
Du'Rango chuckles crudely at Bright's innuendo. "Heh, heh, heh." The troll is leaning against one of the far walls, smoking something pungent out of a pipe covered in tribal markings.
Tas'dingo!
Yeah, goblins are mercenary, they could definitely have a shared backstory with a gnome. Wouldn't really work with my troll, but I may roll up a different character if those are the troll racials. Two penalties to my stats? What the hell... And what are racial levels?
Could I get troll racials?
Man, I never got into WoW until BC launched in my first year of college. Time flies. So Onyxia as Lady Prestor is still orchestrating events in Stormwind? Has Orgrimmar been established? Kel'thuzad is still floating above the plaguelands...let's see...Ahn'Qiraj I assume is still closed? This might actually change my race/class combo. We'll have to see. Case File: Du'Rango, Troll, report filed by Overwarden Harrus. Height: 7'1".
Arrest date: Last Friday Call for assistance from the grunts came in at 2300 hours. There was an altercation at the Valley of Strength involving a traveling goblin merchant and his bodyguard. The goblin was in the middle of giving orc squaw Tarla an earful over an overturned cart of goods. The goblin's bodyguard, a huge specimen of a forest troll, had laid out three young orcs who had knocked the cart over, apparently Tarla's brats. The troll, upon seeing the grunts arrive, immediately opened his arms wide and said, quote, "I just be doin' me job, mon." Suspect smelled of smokeleaf; grunts confiscated a hookah-like device of some sort from suspect. Goblin and bodyguard thrown out of Orgrimmar on charges of disorderly conduct. FOR THE HORDE!
Question - how are we going to resolve the conflict of being Alliance vs Horde races? Are we working for a neutral party like the Argent Dawn or something? If we wanted to work for one of the major factions I'd be willing to roll up a worgen.
I'd like to play a troll shieldmasta (fighter) named Du'Rango, from the Revantusk tribe in the Hinterlands. I think my backstory will be that I was a deadbeat stoner whose tribe forced him out, so he took to mercenary work. |