Each of you have been Chosen, while at your local home area . You where approached by a member of your race, the person appeared to know you and your history. This person tells you about an opportunity to make a difference in the World. For some of you it was the promise of helping you achieve your goals. You where given some gold and told to go to Ratchet in Kalimador, there you were to meet others of your enterprise. There your guide would join up with you. After much consideration you agreed to go and do this you joined the The Titian Twilight Society
As you enter in the tavern known as the Rusty Nail it is quite, a lone goblin is serving a few customers. You take seat and sit down.
Dents will try and look as intimidating as possible an mosy on over to the bar to order a drink. He speaks in orcish.
Bartender, give me a pint of Ale. If I see the bottom of this glass, there will be no tip for you.
He cracks a smile
I am only kidding, but make it a little snappy please. Been a long ride from Orgrimmar and my wolf 'bout had a heart attack getting here.
Once he receives his drink, Dents will look for his contact and get a general feel for the area. Entrances, exits, and the general mood of the patrons.
If he sees anyone alone or recognizes his contact he will sit with them. Otherwise he will take a seat close to the bar at one of the tables watching the front door and begin drinking.
Bright steps through the door to the tavern and lifts the tinted goggles from her eyes as she slowly looks around the place. Seeing the Bar-Gob, she saunters over to said bench, plonks her large seeming back-pack down on the floor before getting up on a stool and leaning on the bar.
"Hey there." She grins at the person who might be the proprietor of the establishment.
"What have you got by way of eats, here?"
I don't know what kind of drink they have, but they sure do have some tasty spirits.
Dent's gets up and walks over to the new Goblin offering to shake her hand.
Names Dents. Where might you be from? You one of those Booty Bay goblins?
Dents grabs his pouch of gold as if trying to protect it and cracks a sly smile.
Bright turns and tilts her head as she appraises the person who's approached her.
"I'm known as 'Bright'." She glances at the fellow cupping his 'pouch'...
"So...is that gold in your pouch? Or are you always so happy to see people?" She asks mischievously.
In my line of work, seeing people not bathed in blood is a welcome sight.
He seems to be lost in thought for a second before blinking a few times and re-focusing
Pleasure to meet you Bright, might I take a seat with you? 'Hate drinkin' alone if I can help it.
Bright just shrugs, "It's a big place, you're a big boy. Sit where you like." She turns back and peruses the/any menu on offer.
The Goblin and Troll seem to sense that each other has purpose here. As if both of them are waiting for someone. The place seems seedy but there Goblin Bouncers seem to have the security of the place well under control. The bar appears to be single story and with 10-12 tables with chairs around them, bar has kitchen behind it as Wilkie barsnot works the area giving each of you your drink.
In response to Dents
As long you have coin… Wikie says to the Orc.
Dents will take a seat on the other side of the goblin, unsling the greataxe from his back and plop it down beside him. He downs his first drink and motions for another plopping a couple silver on the table.
So what brings yah to the Rusty Nail?
Dents eyes the Troll in the corner paying special attention as to what his intentions seem to be but otherwise stays focused on Bright.
Bright ignores pretty much everything except the menu,
"Hmm...?" She replies to Dent. With out looking at the Orc she replies,
"At the moment? Food." And she plonks her own pouch of coin on the bar-top to get the leading hands, or the kitchen hands, which ever is going to be getting the food for her first.
Foozlebit sits at a corner table and nurses a flagon of ale as she reads. The tavern is quiet at this hour, with only the tavernkeeper behind the bar and a large orc in front of it. He is trying too hard, she thinks. He looks just like a teenage gnome who just got permission to borrow the family's mechanostrider for the first time, trying to look like he knows what he's doing. She shakes her head and returns to her book. Perhaps I can finish this theorum before our guide arrives. When is he supposed to arrive, again?
But before she can finish even another half page, the door swings open again and Foozlebit's concentration is broken by a familiar voice. It can't be...can it? But of course it is. Her first thought is to hide and sneak away, but she knows that the goblin woman would notice her clumsy attempt. I may as well save face. But by the Nether! The last time Bright and I were in the same room, I woke up naked and broke on a ship bound for Dustwallow Marsh of all places, with no memory of how I got there! She closes her book with a heavy sigh, suddenly hoping that the guide will come quickly so that she can leave. Well, this should be interesting.
Foozlebit stalks over to the table that Bright and the orc have migrated to. Come out fighting, and maybe she'll go away. Especially if she thinks she's got money to lose... Reaching the table, she slams her book down on it in front of Bright. "YOU!" she exclaims. "If you know what's good for you, you'll pay me for a new set of clothing, and then turn around and take a ship back to wherever you came from!"
At the loud outburst, Bright's instinctive reaction is to drop to the floor and pull one of the x-bow's from her pack in a well practiced motion.
Though there's little of the original x-bow remaining, the stock holding two long metal and brass tubes...which glow and flicker with an actinides light as the startled Goblin looks to whom ever has challenged her.
Bright blinks in surprise at the Gnome glaring at her and slowly stands even as she gently lowers the weird weapon.
"Foozle?" Bright continues to blink at the Gnome woman for a few more second...
"Foozle!" And with a high pitched 'squee' of joy, drops the glowing weapon, throws herself at the Gnome where in she wraps her arms around the other woman and bounces up and down laughing and 'squee-ing' some more.
"Geeze! It's been ages!." Bright exclaims "We haven't laid eyes on each other since...um..." And Bright steps back a little.....
"Well...after that party. Well...it must have been a party." Bright seems slightly puzzled by something about the affair though,
"Since I definitely remember wakin' up hog-tied and nekkid. Attached to the saddle of a Tauren caravan beasty the next day..or so...." And Bright explodes with laughter at her own memories of their shared times together. Sharing a good nature'd 'thumping' of Foolze's shoulder.
(^_^)
Feeling a little awkward, Dents picks up his axe and returns to his original table. He pulls out his chair and tries to sit down. Unfortunately his haunt pulls the chair out from under him and he falls to the floor.
Dang ghosts, seem to be following me around everywhere I go.
Dents Grumbles, stands up, and pulls in his chair holding onto it the whole time to ensure it is there while he sits down. Then he goes back to drinking keeping an eye out for his "contact".
Again at the loud noise Bright drops for her weapon, only to slowly stand again as she realizes it's the Orc......
She blinks and slowly nudges Floozle..."Haaaaay...did that fellow just fall down? What are they spiking the drinks with here?" Bright looks to the bartender.
Foozlebit awkwardly extracts herself from Bright's embrace. "Yes, it has been ages, but not long enough as far as I'm concerned. Do you know how long it took me to find my way home after that night? I wound up in Dustwallow Marsh, and not the nice parts around Theramore either, without a copper to my name!" She pointedly does not mention that she was also without a stitch of clothing to her name, but feels a bit better that Bright ended up in similar circumstances, and she can't help but smile at the thought of the goblin's description of her predicament. "Still, it was a fun night before...I think. But you still owe me for everything I lost that night..."
Her thoughts are interrupted by the crash of the orc who had been sitting with Bright falling to the floor. He's smart for not wanting anything to do with her. If he's really smart, he'll leave before she can get him into more trouble. Turning to watch as he picks himself up, she replies, "He did fall down. But it's just as likely that he fell because of something you slipped into his drink." With a shake of her head, she looks back across the table. "What are you doing here, Bright?" she asks with suspicion.
Bright stands up, her 'gun' hanging loosely from one hand/arm.
"Huh? I don't slip things into people's drinks....." And bright grins "Well..there was that one time...." And she chuckles at some memory. "But that was more like, y'know, completely switching drinks, actually..."
"Me? Doing here?" Bright asks rhetorically back at Foozle. "Looking to make some shine. Mine's almost out." And the Goblin glances at the bar-keep. "Not that I don't have enough to pay for food and stuff!" She adds, slightly louder, almost as an after thought. Bright wanders over towards the Orc, slowly...almost going in a circle around the room as she approaches him.
"Hey there...um...Dent, is it?" She glances under his chair and table seeming looking for anything suspicious, before turning a bright, sharped toothed grin back at him, "Is that short for something? Like, y'now, 'Harvey' or 'Arthur' or something?" (^_^)
Orcs usually not be given long names. If I were, I have forgotten it now.
He ponders for a little at the question.
No, pretty sure that is it. First thing I remember is getting a bump on the head when I was younger and my moms voice saying "come over here Dents."
He pauses again, a look of realization covers his face after another moment.
Now that I think about it, maybe it is a nickname; Oh well, I like it.
He kicks out a chair near the Goblin.
How about yerself? Bright seems like more of nickname, I'm sure there is a story behind that name.
Bright jumps back at the sudden motion,the gun snapping up and ready...before quickly relaxing and settling and smiling at Dent.
"Oh...well...same as yourself. It's the name most others have been calling me since..well...seems like forever." Bright glances back towards Foozle. "Still, Foozle an' me? We go..oh a ways back..." And Bright tilts her head as she thinks over a few things. "Well...at least two parties and maybe a couple of work-shops...anyways..." Bright adjusts the chair before dragging her pack over and using it to step up onto the chair before sitting down upon it, crossing her arms and simply resting her head upon the table top.
"Y'know, the more I think about it? Who can tell what goes through a parent's head when they give a name to a sprog, hey?" (^_^) Then looking to the kitchen,
"Still looking forward to that steak! She calls.
I'll drink to that.
Dents raises up his cup, waits for a second, then takes a large gulp from it. Then he turns to the gnome and asks with an interested expression on his face.
Foozle, is it?
He pushes out another chair around the table, this time slowly so as to not startle the jumpy goblin.
Please have a seat, I am sure you had a long ride as well. So what brings you here to Ratchet?
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.
Bright looks completely innocent and points at Foolze in reply to the Troll's questioning. (^_^)
As the Troll goes about asking his question to the group, a tall figure enters the tavern. A tall looking creature walks in he is appears to be bear but is marked with white and black fur. He stands about five and half feet tall, is a wide. You would think the goblins here at the Tavern would be shocked but the Wilkie looks over and says to the stranger.
Do you want your usual tea Loremaster Fang ?
The Loremaster looks over and Wilikie and responds to the older goblin.
That would be most kind of you.. The Loremaster speaks with accent that none of you have ever heard before. The tall Loremaster looks at the group and then smiles then starts to walk in your direction. He carries his staff and is dressed in alien set of robes. A lone backpack sits on his back, and his gait shows grace as he walks.
Ahh I see that the Society is all here. Now shall we talk about our first task? He looks over group as he sits down and patiently waits for the questions to come.. as they always do..
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.
Of course she's here for money. What goblin isn't? thinks Foozlebit. But then it dawns on her. What if she's here for the same job I'm here for? There are supposed to be others, after all. Damn it, I'm just about recovered from the last time we were together!
Foozlebit pushes the horrible thought from her mind when she hears Bright mention her name and wanders over to the table that she and the orc are sitting at. She declines to sit, and instead stands beside it, her eyes just above the level of the tabletop. "Foozlebit, if you please. I have the sinking feeling that I'm here for the same reason that you are." After a moment, she shrugs and takes the chair that Dents offers her.
Foozlebit looks up as the door swings open again, and is unsurprised when the troll comes to their table. She glares at Bright when the goblin suggests that she is responsible for his summons. That does it. She IS here for the Society! But she merely gestures to the last empty chair. "You may as well sit down."
What is this task? If everyone else here got the same summons I did then I am sure they are wondering same as me why all the mystery?
Dents awaits a reply from the mysterious stranger. While waiting he finishes his drink and once again motions for another, placing a couple more silver on the table. While listening he tries to gather information about his fellow society members by giving them a good once over.
Loremaster Fang sits for moment and sips his tea. He looks up at the Orc and smiles. He takes a moment and stairs at that the group. Then he asks a simple yet profound question.
Tell me why are you here ?
The troll rubs his forefinger against his thumb. "Money, mon."
Foozlebit rolls her eyes at the troll's bluntness, but she agrees. "Yes, to put it bluntly, money. But more specifically, the means to further my own goals. Travel is not an easy thing to do, and your Society gives me the means to do so. Knowledge is hidden all around, and who knows what secrets I might find where you send me? By doing your work, I am doing my own work."
I had to come to ratchet anyway, I figured why not listen to what this "society" had to say.
Dents Chuckles.
Bright calmly sits and begins to hew into the large meal that's been delivered to the table....
As the bargoblin brings Bright's mountain of food to the table, Foozlebit catches his sleeve. "If it's not too much trouble, bring me whatever metal polishing fluid or rocket fuel or whatever you goblins call a drink, please." After a moment's thought, she adds, "Bring one for each of my...friends, too. A double for the goblin."
As he leaves, she sighs. "I think I'm going to need it."
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.
(^_^)
Foozlebit cannot but help watch Bright eat, her mouth slightly agape with awe and nausea. "Calm down, Bright. I think it's already dead, there's no reason to eat so quickly." She sighs. "I don't know how you do it, Bright, eating that much and staying as thin as a rail."
Turning away from the spectacle, Foozlebit smiles sweetly at Du'Rango. "Don't thank me, troll. She's buying!" she says, with a jerk of her thumb towards Bright.
(o_)
*Gag!* *Hack* #Cough# "GASP" Bright very suddenly stops eating. Her hands begin waving, a look of great distress comes across her face. Even as her colour slowly begins to change from a nice shade of green to a darker shade of blue.
(>_<)
Still smiling innocently, Foozlebit reaches over and smacks Bright hard between the shoulders. Though her intent is to help her associate, she cannot help but feel good at hitting Bright. "What happened, Bright? You seem to have had quite a shock!"
Heh, All about a good workout.
Dents Flexes his biceps.
Nothing like a good long workout to get the body in shape for the days work.
He chuckles at Bright.
(O_<). *Hack* 'Ack!'#HURK 'Spit-OOEY'
GAAAASP! *THUNK*. As Bright collapses face first into the remains of her meal and pants slowly, regaining her breath.
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!
The Loremaster smiles at the group as they eat and make mirth. Then he clears his voice and begins his story.
Long ago after the Titians left our world, there became a need to form a group that would watch over all the Titians left us. It began in place called “Uldar” which is in the Far North in Northrend. At first this group worked together and full knowledge of all the Titians had left us. Part of that knowledge was the also the knowledge of the Old gods. The beings that ruled Azeroth before the Titians ruled our world. The Society became corrupted as some members became corrupted by the Old ones. There was a fracture and a night elf name Malatashar led the faction that wanted to serve the Old ones. He took with him a group and the various items of that would enable him to free the Old ones. He disappeared and no one has seen him in over 20 thousand years. The Society spent most of the time protecting what we knew from the others and the world. Then as with all things our Society died out, and it was not till recently that we reformed our group. I am one of three Loremasters who are attempting to get the Society going again. It has come our knowledge that mysterious figure in Silithus is rumored to be working with Aqiri insect empire, I have been tasked to confirm this rumor. I have also been charged in retrieving the eye of Norgannon. This relic is in a lost shrine in Feralas. If we can get this item then we can find the rest of “Lost Knowledge of the Titiams”. This was a series of items that Malatashar was looking for with it he can free the Old One. So do I have your help? As promised along the way we will aid you whatever you need to…
All you can drink, Some nice shiny coin, and some good company and I'm in. I have been wanting to take a trip to Feralas for a good while now, and when I'm getting paid seems like the best time to do it.
Dent's Smiles.
I can't speak for the others here, but I am pretty dependable. You can count on me to finish your quest, or die trying.
He finishes his drink and slams it on the table.
Bright slowly lifts her head. Regaining her breath and her senses. She then cleans her face, first by using her tongue as far as it can reach and then using an available napkin.
All the while she listens intently to every one else's comments/chatter/discussion. With the Lore-master's dialogue running in the back-ground she restarts the finishing of the eating of her meal. By the time the Lore-master has finished his speech and Dent's has thrown his hat into the ring, Bright has finished her meal, eyes now constantly flicking from person to person as she eats. With the Lore-master's question, she replies with one of her own,
"Um.... are you going to finish that?" She asks inquisitively, looking at the food still on offing on their plate. (^_^)
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."
Foozlebit remains silent for a moment and listens to the others' replies. Silithus? Northrend? I may have bit off more than I can chew. And 20,000 years? How do these people think that this is anything but myth? But she realizes that even if she is to be chasing myth and legend, she is interested. When else would I ever get to go to these places?
"I don't intend on dying or risking my life like the orc, but yes, I will go along."
I don't intend on dieing, but i'm not so dumb as to not recognize where we are going. Those places are pretty far from the main Horde Cities. Means if we get into trouble probably might take a while for backup.
Dents glares at Foozlebit.
I find your lack of faith disturbing.
Foozlebit smirks in response to Dents's glare. "Call it what you will, but I don't intend to die trying to complete this...furbolg's?...quest if it is a hopeless one. Don't get me wrong; I'll work as hard as any and I'll have the rest of your backs, but I don't work on lost causes." She thinks for a moment. "And these places being far away from the Horde cities is probably a good thing for me," she muses, "Unless your people have suddenly developed an insatiable desire for all things gnomish?"
At Foolebit's last comment all Bright can do is grin impishly and waggle her eyebrows.
"I certainly haven't lost my taste...Not after last time..." (^_^)
Du'Rango merely licks his lips. He looks more hungry than horny.
Foozlebit frowns dubiously. "That's not what I meant, and you know it, Bright! Although, I'm happy to see that you've recovered and able to make inapropriate comments again." She peers suspiciously at Du'Rango, but says nothing to him.