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Quistadora has been captured and the Mute Assasins will stop at nothing to get her back.

     The Battle had raged for only minutes but already many were dead and the slaves who had once hidden their appearance with robes were now revealed as goblins implicating the Steamwidle Cartel’s involvement.  Rastorem fresh from being healed by Poppa, recast his spell on Joe and turned to begin opening a portal.  Baar observed the battlefield and shouted, 

“Assasins, continue to press the advantage!  Everyone else through the portal as soon as Rast has it open!” 

     “I was just beginning to enjoy this!” G shouted relieving an Ogre of his legs.

     “Nuttin, lika party, G.”  Hiruskiya replied joining Quista’s battle with Narrak. 

     “I don’t need any help we’ve got this.” Quista snarled deflecting a blow from the ogre.

     “So, Ir see and how tis it that dere be two of ya now, I thought yer pet been killed. Thought im dead.” Hiru questioned.

     “Yes, well he’s better now.” Quista replied uneasily

     “Fowl majicks ya be werkin wit. Im ave bad glow bout im. Be bad joojoo.”  Hiru warned.  Quista didn’t’ say another word as the two ladies landed a killing blow and brought down the ogre.   As the Ogre fell Quista was knocked off her feet by a gunshot.  Baaradon, who with Poppa was just finishing of the goblins, looked to see where shot had come from and saw Scyrun cocking his Khorium Destroyer. 

“Say, that’s a nice gun.” Baaradon noted with a twisted grin.     

“That’s a nice gun.”  Poppa chimed in.  Hiru ran for cover as Scyrun popped of several random shots at her.  Baaradon just stood there, his gun pointed, his body deathly still.  Baar’s eyes narrowed as he exhaled and squeezed the trigger.  One single Adamantite round came screaming out of the barrel and soared toward its destination.  Baar quickly snapped from the trance of his aimed shot, cast his aspect of the cheetah and bolted for Scryun.

Scyrun took careful aim at the rogue moving for cover.  Once sure of the shot, he went to squeeze the trigger but was interrupted as Baar’s bullet penetrated his head between the bridge of his nose and the corner of his eye.  It, then slid down his back after banging against the back of his helmet. Scyrun fell to his knees and slumped over as Baar approached to retrieve his powerful new prize. Immediately after, all hell broke loose.  The portal finally opened and fleeing workers ran through.  The time spent casting left his previous spell unattended and Rastorem found himself compelled to run away in fear and dashed through the portal. 

“What the hell?!”  Caught by surprise, it took G a second to realize what had just happened.  He let go his of the unconscious Markesh to face the new threat. However, it was too late as Joe’s hammer crashed against his helmet knocking him back several feet.  Joe leapt into the air and stuck the ground as he landed, consecrating it.  A shock wave light flashed in all directions sending waves of pain throughout the bodies of the remaining five combatants.  Recovering quickly, Baar shouted “Get through the portal G and I’ll deal with him.”

“Deal with me?  I’d like to see that.” a flash in the shape of a hammer slammed into Baar’s gut winding him.  G dashed across the battlefield traversing the distance in an instant and unloaded a flurry of blows onto Joe.  Joe, dazed from the swiftness of G‘s attack was put on the defensive, blocking the warrior’s strikes.

Meanwhile the other three Assasins neared the portal.

“You go through first Poppa.” Quista Ordered and the Priest stepped through.  She looked back at Hiru. “See you on the other side.” She said and walked into the portal.  As she did so, there was blinding flash of light that filled the camp for just a moment. The portal changed colors and Hiru thought for just the briefest of instants that the blurry image of Orgrimmar changed, but when she blinked and it was normal.  Hiru paused for a moment unsure about what she’d seen, and then she too stepped through.  Baar watched as the last of the group disappeared.  He returned his attention to the battle just in time to see Joe, who had recovered from the blinding light just before G could make his move.  He stunned G and began to pummel him with his hammer.  Baaradon ran to his friend’s aide but Joe was too fast. He caught the Tauren by his nose and flung him as if he were nothing.  The massive Tauren crashed to the ground, his face bleeding.   Felonius rushed to his master’s defense, pulled the hammer from Joe’s hand and ran off. 

“Wretched animal bring that back at once!”  Joe Bellowed uselessly.

“Lose something?”  G tease as he attempted to pull him self free of Joe’s grasp. 

“Nothing I’ll need to finish you.”  Shoving him away, but keeping the Orcs sword, Joe stabbed G in the gut yanking the sword in an upward movement propelling it into his neck before removing it.  G stumbled and struggled hopelessly to keep his insides from spilling out onto the ground, but finally keeled over into a lifeless lump in pool of blood.  Baaradon struggled to stand, but was again struck by a hammer of light and collapsed to the ground.  As he fought to remain conscious his hand opened and a blue ball rolled out and stopped at Joe’s feet.

 “What is..” before he could finish the ball exploded in to a cloud freezing cold air.  Joe found himself unable to move.  It was at this moment that the Tauren summoned all the strength he could muster.  He stood and walked over to his fallen comrade, hoisted the limp body over his shoulder and made for the portal.  Before stepping through he looked at the frozen form.  “This is far from over Paladin.”  And with that he stepped through, followed shortly by Felonius.”

 

Baar emerged in Ogrimmar standing before a crowd of on lookers which included his fellow guildies.  Missing among them was Quistadora.

“Where is Quista?” He asked.

“We don’t know. Something strange happened to the portal when that bright light flashed. She never made it.” Hiru answered. 

“I don’t know what could have happened. What Hiru described…I never seen before.” Rastorem added.  Baaradon knelt down and place G’s body on the ground.  He like many of the others in the crowd held his head low.  The young druid that had befriended Quista stepped closer to Baar and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Do you think she’s still alive?”  The Druid asked.  Baar looked up at him and said nothing, for there was nothing that could be said.

    

Minutes ago

     Rigar Nezzlefrak, an orc had seen many things having grown up in Kalimdor, but what he saw now disturbed him.   A Dwarven hand cannon was floating in midair.  He had been walking his normal patrol and just entered the tent where the slave’s confiscated belongings were being stored.  The gun paused and then sped toward him as if it had been thrown.  Rigar caught the gun in his arms and then felt a swift breeze across his skin.  A second later there was cold feeling of steel penetrating his flesh.  Before he could react to the pain in his back, a thin wire tightened around his throat.  Rigar struggled against his assailant but was unable to escape the inevitability of his death. Hiruskyia lowered Rigar’s body to the ground, retrieved her dagger and continued gathering Quistadora’s belongings.

     

 

      Baaradon knelt down and withdrew an oddly shaped device from one of his sacks.  He sat it on the ground and turning various knob and gears. When he was finished he pushed a large red button at the top of the device.  A small door on the front of the device opened and out marched a small mechanical ball. 

     “You sure about this, Baar?”  G inquired.

     “Hiru was quite specific with her intel.  My little surprise will walk right inside and take out the Mana dampener.”  Baar then reached back in to his sack and pulled out a Small sheep.  “And this little guy gonna cause a distraction at the stables.  Aren’t you little guy?”  G grunted started back to cover where Poppa and Rastorem were waiting.  Being that they were cloth wearers they would be too much of an liability until the Mana Dampener was out of commission.  G suddenly stopped  in his tracks and ducked down.

    “Baar!  Get your spyglass; is that who I think it is?”  He said pointing with an unsteady hand.  Baaradon whipped out his spyglass and looked in the direction that G was pointing in.

    “Damn.”

 

 

Last week.

       “Are you sure?  We can’t afford to be wrong…again.” Scyrun asked.

       “Well it matches the description we were given.”  Markesh answered.

       “Very well. Double the guard and notify The Baron.”  Scyrun ordered and watched as Markesh ran off to increase the number of guards standing watch over the strange artifact they had discovered.  Minutes later Scyrun was standing before the Baron.   When he entered the Baron’s tent, he found him not alone.  The Baron was looking over a map of the region with another human.  The new comer stood about 6’ 8” easy, clad in Black and crimson armor.  His armor being too ornate for a warrior, Scyrun assumed the human to be a Paladin. The Paladin had sandy brown hair and eyes that spoke volumes of darkness and misery.

       The men looked up from the map acknowledging Scyrun’s presence.

        “Ah Scyrun, What news do you bring me?”

       “My Lord, We believe we have found it.”  Scyrun replied bowing before the Baron.

      “Perfect timing then.  I have called some extra muscle to make sure nothing goes wrong.  Scyrun, this is Joe and he is going to kill anyone who opposes us.”

 

 

Three days ago

    

A young Tauren took in the comfort of the warm campfire, his muscles sore from working the mine all day.  The night was late and he knew he should be trying to get some sleep in since it would not be too long before they were put back to work.  Before he could rest he had one last task first.  He reached down and withdrew a piece of wood attached to the wood was a rat he had just finished cooking.  He took the rat and quietly carried it to a troll sitting in a darkened corner staring into space.  Quista had been pretty much in that condition since Concour had died. Without her mana she could not resurrect him.  The Tauren had been looking out for her ever since.  He made sure she ate, worked in the mine and occasionally he tried to cheer her up. 

     “Hunter, you need to eat. It will help keep your strength up.”  His words seem to only reach her on a basic primitive level.  He watched her consumed the charred meat with a vacant emotionless expression. “My name is Deathbryer, can you tell me your name?”  It wasn’t the first time he had introduced himself.  Each night he would bring her food, coax her to eat and try to spark conversation and each night the conversation was very one-sided.

 

 

Minutes ago

     There was a cold tense feeling of apprehension throughout the slave tent.  It was well past the normal start time for their work and no one can come to retrieve them.  It was not so much that they wanted to work in the mine as they were afraid of what would happen if they were no longer needed to work in the mine.  It was for this reason that a deathly silent hush fell over the entire tent when the ogre guard finally stumbled in.  The guard stood there for a few seconds staring blankly. His lips moved as if he was attempting to speak but no sound emerged.  Then without further warning he pitched forward and collapsed in the dirt, revealing his attacker, Hiruskyia.  She quickly placed a finger to her lips signaling silence.   She then quickly scanned the crowd of slaves until she found Quistadora sitting in the back corner of the tent.

     “Quista? Quista it’s me Hiru.” Quista just sat there.  “What have they done to you?”  Hiru looked at Deathbryer when she still didn’t answer.

     “She’s been like that for awhile now.  Have you come to rescue us?”  Hiru frowned, though she had been warned to prepare for the worst, she had expected to find Quista in better shape mentally.

     “Quista we’ve come to get you out of here.  Me, Poppa, Baar…”  At the mention of the Tauren’s name something seemed to awaken.

     “They killed him.  I couldn’t bring him back.”  She held out her hands with a look of a lost child.

    “No, Baar is…”  That was when Hiru realized it wasn’t Baar who Quista was referring to.  “Concour?! The dampening field. Oh no..Quista I’m… I’m so sorry.”  Hiru hugged Quista and Quista sobbed for her lost friend.  “Quista, I have your gear.  I think it’s time to make them pay!”

Two months ago..

Booty Bay, as usual, was bustling with excitement as merchants peddled their wares in private shops, Patrons hurried along the main thoroughfare and travelers came and left by mount, boat, hypogryph or windrider. In the eastern corner of the sea dock barter town was a bar named the Salty Sailor Tavern. 

 The Salty Sailor Tavern much like the Broken Keel was owned by the Steamwiddle Cartel.  The Sailor was run by Nixxrax Fillamug, a tall, pleasant goblin; that’s tall and pleasant for a goblin.  The average goblin stood at about 3’ tall. Nixxrax, was a firm 3’2” high.  He was always an outcast with other goblins whom he felt were just jealous of his enormous size. He took his size a blessing, thus the pleasant demeanor. Of course, it also helped that he regularly tasted the Goblin Ale for freshness.  The Sailor also like the one in Ratchet was frequented by both Alliance and Horde alike.  There were very few altercations though, due mostly to the Cartel’s Bruisers.  Nixxrax  was cleaning some mugs when saw a surly Orc storm in, followed closely by a Tauren and an Undead. He smiled as they walked by,  always the pleasant professional, even though this lot  made him nervous.  The three new customers wore the emblem of the Mute Assasins.  The very thought of that name sent a shiver down his spine and shook his head. “Shame what they did to that poor “s”.  He said quietly and went back to his bartending.

 

The trio made their way upstairs and approached a table in a corner.  Sitting there was a Tauren with his head on the table with an empty mug in his hand.  There were several empty mugs in fact, indicating the he had been there drinking for quite some time.  When the three Assasins neared the table the drunken tauren spoke without lifting his head to see who it was. 

“I hope you four have better news than I .”  The three seemed amazed.

“Baar, how do you do that?” Gndgekleg replied.  He appeared to be the most surprised.  A troll suddenly appeared from seemingly nowhere. 

“I’ll fool you one of these days, Baar.”  Hiruskiya said laughing.

“One day… perhaps, but not today.”  He laughed and gestured for his friends to join him at the table as he lifted his head and leaned back in his seat.  A waitress came over and took new orders and returned with beer and fresh bread. It wasn’t till after the waitress left them that anyone spoke again.

     “Have you heard nothing else from Quista, Baar?”  Wolf guard inquired.  Wolf was the powerful leader of the Mute Assasins. He voice was gruff and almost growled with every word like most Tauren but his inflection had a calming warmth to it that was not very common in Tauren and even less common to Warriors which he also was.

“Baar, we’re gonna find her, buddy.”  The Orc warrior added taking a sip from his mug of Thunderbrew.  The stocky warrior slammed his mug down  on the table “ Damn, good brew.” He grunted slapping the butt of a elfven waitress as she passed.  Startled by the gesture she nearly dropped her tray.  The nightelf glanced back with a disapproving glare.  Wolfgaurd shook his head.

  “G, we can’t take ya anywhere.”  A loud belch echoed across the table. Hiru wiped her mouth, feeling better to have relieved the pressure.

“Yes, G, you can be so rude.”  Rastorem the mage, who been quite quiet up until that moment let out a loud cackle.

“Enough of that, you two! We have more important things to discuss.”  Wolf scolded.

  Rastorem replied suddenly turning back to all business. 

“I have heard rumors of several disappearances all along the golden road just north of Crossroads and as far south as the Great Lift.”  He let that hang for second before continuing.  “There are also rumblings that the Scarlet Blade is involved.  That however is as of yet unconfirmed.”

“Yes, we’ve heard that were operating in Kalimdor.  Baar, didn’t you have a run in with them.” 

“Meh.  Some of their new recruits tried to rob me but they were dealt with.” Baaradon groaned clearly unhappy about discussing the matter.

“Really, ta way ir eard it,  yu gut yur ass handed ta yu.”  Hiru teased.

“Well you can always ask them.  Their remains are still down in the marsh.” Baaradon snapped backed, scolwing at Hiru who appeared unmoved.

“Ah, but Ir tink yu left won elive.” Hiru replied not willing to back down.

“hmph.  Now that you mention it, it did bother me that the leader of the battalion was so…accommodating.”  Baaradon seemed to ponder it for a minute.  “At the time I figured he was just more interested in keeping the rogue alive but, perhaps he was trying avoid attacking too much attention.”

“Ok Hiru, the goblins are always in the know with all the dirt, especially if money is involved.  Scout all of the Cartel’s locals for any information you can find.  Get Parsalyn to help.  The rest of you, reach out to the guild and have them report to me with anything that remotely sounds related.” Wolf ordered, deciding he had heard enough. “Baar, we’ll find her, besides she’s quite capable and very resourceful.  Wherever she is, she’s probably got everything under control.”

 

Quistadora had completely lost control. She thrashed this way and that trying to break free of her bonds.  She had been prisoner of the Blade for weeks and they had found breaking her to be more of chore than any of them had foreseen.  Frustrated with the lack of progress, Scyrun had ordered her shackled with food withheld.  Her wrist were worn and bleeding from pulling against the shackles and her body bruised from being beaten repeatedly.  Finally, the last of her energy spent, she collapsed on the floor.  The room she was left in was one the few places in the camp with an actual floor  most of the camp was made up of  tents on the sand.  The cell was an old storage room that already been excavated by the slaves.  Before being chained up Quista had seen much of the excavation site.  She was relatively sure she was in Tarnaris. The slaves had been made up of mostly trolls and orcs, even few Tauren. They were working night and day to dig some ancient ruins that had been lost to the desert for centuries.  Quista wasn’t sure what they were after but was sure they shouldn’t be allow to accomplish their task.  

Quista’s body tensed as she heard footsteps approaching.  She struggled to pull herself to her feet, but again slumped to the floor utterly spent. A slender figure entered the room her face masked by the shadows not that Quista was in any shape to look up and acknowledge.  The entire room was dark except for small areas where beams light shown through the aged ceiling. Quista’s chains kept her in place in the center of the room directly in the path of one of the lights.   The visitor stepped closer and Quista leapt forward determined to remove the newcomers head from their shoulders.  The chains held fast and went taunt bringing her charge to an abrupt stop. Then the dark figure stepped into the light.  It was an Orc girl in a plain brown dress, holding a bowl of creamy mush.

  “brought you some food.  It has..”  The Orc suddenly stopped talking.  Her hand slowly fell and bowl slipped from it. Quista watched as the orc collapsed to the floor face down.  It was then Quista could see the dagger in her back.

“You would do well to remember, troll, I can and will kill anyone to maintain order and control of this camp.”  Markesh said grimly and he removed the blood soaked dagger from the girl’s back.  “The price for defiance is death.  Do we have an understanding?”  Quista scowled bristling with pure fury and hatred, but slow it subsided and she sank back down.

     “yes.”  She replied in low tone.

     “Excellent, you will join the work force outside and you will make fine addition to the crew. You work hard, you will be fed and clothed.  If not, well…”  He left it there, looking down at the body then to Quista.  He then turned and exited the room.  Shortly two orges came in removed the shackles from Quista and showed her to her new home, the dig site.

 

    One month ago…

Quistadora wiped the sweat from her brow, as she drug a sack of cleared rumble from the dig chamber.  Her muscles ached and her body was exhausted.  She followed the train of other slaves dragging their bundles out of the ruins.  She was almost ready to collapse. The only thing keeping her going was the knowledge that it wouldn’t long before she would be free.  The feeling had come subtlety in the night but it was clear and distinct.  If the feeling alone had not been enough she also noticed the heighten tension in the air around camp.  When she had asked another slave, a young nightelf that she had befriended, he told her that three guards had disappeared during the night watch.  That was when she knew for sure he had come for her.  He had finally found her and would be her savoir.  Now all she had to do was hold out for the moment to come.

     Markesh shook his head as he listened to the report from the captain of the night watch. “ Three?”

    “Yes sir, me counted each one.  Three missing.”  The ogre replied.  Another thundered toward them.

   “Found’em, well most of them.” 

   “What do you mean most of them?  Where are they?”  Markesh pressed angrily.

     “In ditch outside camp, bodies torn to shreds.”  Answered the ogre.

     “Double the…”  Markesh was cut short by the most terrifying, monstrous growl he had ever heard.  This was quickly followed by a bloodcurdling scream of pain and horror.  The slaves stopped in their tracks.  In fact everyone ceased moving and the camp went deathly quiet. From between two of the tents stepped a rather large and angry cougar.  In it’s mouth was a blood orge body part that was no longer recognizable. 

     “Where the fel did that come from?!”  Spoke Markesh, breaking the silence.  “Kill it!” Three Ogres rushed the enraged cougar.  This was when Quistadora made her move.   She tightened her grip on her sack of rocks and hurled it at the closest ogre.  The ogre stumbled and turned around to see Quista as she plowed into him.   She wrestled his staff from him and stabbed him with it.  The fight seemed to going well.  Quista was working on a second and third ogre while the cougar finished off the last of his three.  That’s was when the air crackled from the sound of Khorium Destroyer being fired.  The blast struck the cougar and knocked it off its feet. A second shot ripped through its flesh before it could stand again.  Quista seeing this went pale as if a part of her was dying.  She put a swift quick in the gut of one ogre while driving her staff into the foot of the other, and quickly rushed to the wounded animal. The hunter tried to cast a healing spell but couldn’t summon enough mana to do so.

   “Concor, my faithful friend, what have they done to you.”  Quista spoke aloud tearfully. “I can’t heal you my love.”  The wounded cat tried to lick his master, happy to finally be in her presence once more.  A third shot finished it off and it died right there in her arms.  The last bullet startled Quista and brought her attention back to the camp as she focused of the Orc holding the offending weapon. 

     Scryrun leveled his weapon at Quista. “Markesh please, punish this one for disrupting our line.”

      “Yes master.”  Markesh gestured for the  his guard to carry out the order.  Quista fought to hold back the flow of tears.

      “Fine, you monster, finish it! Kill me and be done with it!”  Scyrun just laughed at that sensing they may have finally broken her.  Markesh shook  head as if in answer then said.

      “No, you will continue to work.”

     “ But you said…”

     “That the punishment would be death. Yes, I did.”  He then nodded to the ogres who now had Quista’s nightelf friend.

     “NOooo!  He has hasn’t done anything.”

     “Yes, you are quite right; and he will pay for your defiance.”  And with that, one of the ogres lifted a large axe and lobbed off the elf’s head.  It rolled a few feet from the weeping troll.  They then pulled a young tauren boy forward and again lifted the axe.  “Now, are you going to behave or are we going to have more problems?”  Quista gritted her teeth and looked at the fear in the tauren’s eyes as he stared the elf’s dismembered bodied.

     “No. no more trouble.  Then she held the bloodied body of her faithful best friend close to hers and cried into his fur. 

 

BAAR TABS

 

The Fall

 

 

 

Now…

Quista brushed the hair out of eyes as she continued to fire her massive Dwarven Hand Cannon.  Goblins and ogres were everywhere.  She saw Rastorem take a crushing blow from Baron Dracov a human paladin.  The blow seemed to be more than Rast could bear as he feel to knees stunned.  That was when Felonius caught Dracvo by the throat and pulled him to the ground.  Poppapump then stepped in and began casting a healing spell on Rast restoring is health. Unfortunately this left him open to the attack from nearby ogres.  Poppa let out a shriek of pain and collapsed. Baaradon seeing the fallen healer fired a quick concussive shot stunning the ogre and dash over to his comrade.  Quista still firing at the advancing mob watched as Baar slung his weapon and drew his jumper cables from one of packs. As his charged the cables Narrak the Mauler leapt from seemingly nowhere trying to catch the Tuaren with his guard down.  Quista signaled to Hiruskiya and Gndgekleg to hold the line as she rushed to Baar’s aide.  Quista commanded Concur her fateful pet to attack the approaching ogre began firing upon as she reached Baaradon.

      “I should have known you’d turn a rescue attempt into one of our usual dates.”

 

 

3 Month Ago…

The Sun was beginning to set in the Barrens as Quistadora rode toward Crossroads.  She was careful not to attract the attention of the kolkars, not that she couldn’t handle them.   As she neared the golden road she started to feel dizzy.   Quistadora dismount and staggered forward; realizing something wasn’t right she instinctivly drew her blades.  The weight of her enchanted weapons was too much and she began to lose her grip.  Her vision blurred she scan her surroundings trying to find the cause of current condition.  She dropped to one knee using her blades to prop herself up.  A wave of nausea rushed over and she doubled over puking up things hadn’t even remembered eating.  The last of her energy spent she release her hold on her blades and toppled forward.  Her last thoughts being I hope I don’t land in the vomit, and then everything went black.

 

          A deviant fish struggle to get free, impaled by a hook.  It tugged and tugged against the pull of the hook that held it fast.  The desperate pulls on the hook almost made the pole it was attached to fall from its owner’s hand.  All this movement woke Baaradon from a sound sleep. He hand’nt realized how tired he was. He had spent most of the day tracking down thieves who robbed him that morning.  The large Tuaren reeled in his catch and tucked it away in a pouch with 5 others he already caught.  That was when he heard foot steps of a raptor approaching.  Baaradon was on his feet in an instant with his fishing pole in hand.  It wasn’t exactly his 1st choice of weapon but it have to do.  What he then saw took him by surprise.  It wasn’t an untamed Raptor from the wild instead it was a domesticated riding raptor.  Imeediatley recognizing the raptor to be Quista’s, he dropped the fishing pole, grabbed his axe and dash off in direction the mount had approached from. 

          Baaradon followed trail which ended when he reached the golden road.  There was no one to be found.  After using his spyglass to survey the outlying area, he began investating the ground looking for some sort of clue.  What he found disturbed him. Tuarens had a unique bond the with nature that gave them and edge when they trained as Druids, shamans and hunters. Hunters were able to track just about anything, and everything left a trail that could be tracked except magic.  Magic though detectable and even though it could sometimes be matched to it’s source it was untraceable unless at the time of its use. The trail coming to an end and not picking up again along with the use of magic could only mean one thing.

 

The portal opened and two figures emerged dragging a third.  Scyrun sat upon his wolf mount. The orc, spit at the ground as the two new arvials present their prize.  “What do we have here, a new on eh?  Markesh  get over here and inspect this troll.”   A fat orc  ran out of a tent and over to the Quista’s limp body. 

“A fine specimen, master.  She should do well.” Markesh then paused and almost went pale.  “Wait she’s a Mute Assasin!  This one may be trouble.” 

  “I doubt that,  She just one troll.  The Assasins have no idea she’s gone and way to trace us here.”  The robe figures who had brought her argued. Scyrun contemplated it for a moment. 

“The slave is correct.  We’ll beat any difinace out of her and a her guild won’t know she’s here.”  Markesh nodded relucatantly.

“As you say master.” The fat orc then looked to the robed slaves.  Take her to be processed before she wakes.”   Scyrun’s wolf growled and his master soothed him.  Markesh looked wearily as the slaves carried away Quistadora. 

“Don’t look so worried Markesh.  The Age of The Scarlet Blade is almost at hand.  Both Alliance and Horde alike will bow to us and beg to join us.” He pulled on the reigns of wolf and it reared and growled. Markesh trying to look inspired turned followed slaves the processing tent.

The slaves all wearing robes that obscured their appearance quickly removed all of Quistadora’s clothing and armor.   When they finished the left her naked, sprawled out on large table.  Well the table was large to them.  Since the only stood about 4 feet high and troll females were about 6 feet, she actually covered the table. 

Quista slowly began to come to as one of the slaves stood over her chanting.   Before the slave could finish his cast two large blue toes slap him in the face knocking him to them ground. Quista sprang up from the table landed on her feet in a crouched position.  Some of the slaves froze in terror.  Others were taken by the beauty of her naked form.

 Markesh heard crashes and terrible scream from processing tent brought a couple orges with him. When they entered tent the Orc’s green skin went pale white a second time.  Blood, robes and limb were thrown everywhere. In a darken corner of the tent pair of eyes watched the 3 of them with intense fury. Markesh laughed.

“ I told Scyrun, she’d be trouble. Subdue her…Painfully.”  The two Orges charged her position.  Quista leapt forward crossing half the diastace between them and using hands to propel her further she completed a  flip planted a foot squarely in the Ogre’s gut.  She then in the same fluid motion used the ogre’s belly as a spring board and launched the second ogre hands out reached to grab his throat.  The 1st clumsy tumbled backward from the blow he had substained.  The second ogre fell against and then through one of the support colloums with Quista swinging from his neck.  There was a thunderous crash the troll dug nails deep into the orge’s flesh.  Unfortunately her fury clouded her natural instanct to mind her surroundings and those in it.  Markesh bashed her in the back of the head with a large club and Quista’s naked body went limp again as she slid off of the ogre on to the floor.  Markesh looked around tent at the carnage that one unarmed troll had caused and shook his head.

“Yep, trouble.”

 

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