A rogue walks into a bar
Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 8:12 pm
An undead man saunters through the doorway of a bar in Orgrimmar. The naked light from outside spills through the opening and leans into the dim interior, casts the man’s shadow along the wooden floorboards. He flashes a grin at a passing girl, a bloodelf, then trots toward the bartender.
“Ay,” he says, “maybe ye can help with something.”
The bartender wipes a glass with his apron. He holds it up to the light and inspects for fingerprints. “What’s your poison?”
“Elvish women, but that don’t be what I’m after. I be lookin fer some folks what wear a black tabard with red on the hem. Gots a white pattern on the chest, looks like a spider.”
The bartender sets the glass down, narrows his eyes at the rogue. “What happened to your face?”
“I kissed yer mother.”
“If I took off those straps, would your jaw fall off?”
“We gonna talk about how handsome I be or are ye gonna cough up an answer?” The forsaken says. He leans forward, spreads his hands on the bar. The flesh is patterned with dozens of little scars, the fingertips stained green and purple.
The bartender says, “You seek The Grim.”
“Aye.”
“Dangerous folks.”
“Aye.”
The bartender looks around the room. Two customers sit at their tables; the men are so far down their cups that they can’t lift their faces. “I might know somebody who might know somebody, but I have to ask: What do you want with the likes of them?”
The rogue grins again, a hint of menace flashes through his eyes. “I be lookin te come home.”
The bartender finds himself taking one step back, bringing his hands up defensively. “You’re one of them?”
“Used te be.”
“Who are you?”
The rogue taps his fingers on the bar, chews his lip, says, “I don’t be the type te keep a name fer long. There’s some what knows me as Skumm. Some knows me as Atticuss. Attie. Badie be the latest name I took. Drinn was te first te call me that, afore she tried te cut off me head.”
The bartender stares.
The rogue rolls his neck right, then left. The bones crack.
The bartender notices his hands up by his chest. He slowly lowers them back to his sides. “So who do I say wants to talk to them?”
“Just tell em it be one of their own. Tell em about me face. They’ll remember.”
The rogue fishes a gold coin out of his pocket and snaps it against the bar. He nods at the other man and turns, steps through the dark room. On his way out, he deftly slips a hand into one of the drunk men’s pockets and takes out a modest purse. The rogue turns to the bartender, holds one finger up to his lips, smiles, then leaves.
[[I applied earlier in the week as Kordin, then decided to use my rogue as my main. If Badie is allowed into the Grim, here’s what you need to know for RP purposes: He used to be a member of the grim (under the name Atticuss). In fact, at one point he was “The Hand,” – the officer in charge of pursuing the mandate by waging war directly on the alliance. He preferred soldiering to commanding, though, so he stepped down from the job. His “wife,” Drinn, took over as The Hand, and everything was gravy.
Well, mostly gravy.
Drinn got in hot water with the other Grim officers – so she and Attie ran off and disappeared.
Four years have passed. Badie is back in Azeroth. He’s got a lot more scars and he’s looking to get back in good with The Grim. What happened during the lost years will come to light over time.
As for the name – When I first joined The Grim, the toon was called Skum. Then he revealed his identity as a former SI:7 named Atticuss. Then people started calling him Attie. Attie grew into the nickname, Badie. So, he’ll still respond to any of those names.]]
“Ay,” he says, “maybe ye can help with something.”
The bartender wipes a glass with his apron. He holds it up to the light and inspects for fingerprints. “What’s your poison?”
“Elvish women, but that don’t be what I’m after. I be lookin fer some folks what wear a black tabard with red on the hem. Gots a white pattern on the chest, looks like a spider.”
The bartender sets the glass down, narrows his eyes at the rogue. “What happened to your face?”
“I kissed yer mother.”
“If I took off those straps, would your jaw fall off?”
“We gonna talk about how handsome I be or are ye gonna cough up an answer?” The forsaken says. He leans forward, spreads his hands on the bar. The flesh is patterned with dozens of little scars, the fingertips stained green and purple.
The bartender says, “You seek The Grim.”
“Aye.”
“Dangerous folks.”
“Aye.”
The bartender looks around the room. Two customers sit at their tables; the men are so far down their cups that they can’t lift their faces. “I might know somebody who might know somebody, but I have to ask: What do you want with the likes of them?”
The rogue grins again, a hint of menace flashes through his eyes. “I be lookin te come home.”
The bartender finds himself taking one step back, bringing his hands up defensively. “You’re one of them?”
“Used te be.”
“Who are you?”
The rogue taps his fingers on the bar, chews his lip, says, “I don’t be the type te keep a name fer long. There’s some what knows me as Skumm. Some knows me as Atticuss. Attie. Badie be the latest name I took. Drinn was te first te call me that, afore she tried te cut off me head.”
The bartender stares.
The rogue rolls his neck right, then left. The bones crack.
The bartender notices his hands up by his chest. He slowly lowers them back to his sides. “So who do I say wants to talk to them?”
“Just tell em it be one of their own. Tell em about me face. They’ll remember.”
The rogue fishes a gold coin out of his pocket and snaps it against the bar. He nods at the other man and turns, steps through the dark room. On his way out, he deftly slips a hand into one of the drunk men’s pockets and takes out a modest purse. The rogue turns to the bartender, holds one finger up to his lips, smiles, then leaves.
[[I applied earlier in the week as Kordin, then decided to use my rogue as my main. If Badie is allowed into the Grim, here’s what you need to know for RP purposes: He used to be a member of the grim (under the name Atticuss). In fact, at one point he was “The Hand,” – the officer in charge of pursuing the mandate by waging war directly on the alliance. He preferred soldiering to commanding, though, so he stepped down from the job. His “wife,” Drinn, took over as The Hand, and everything was gravy.
Well, mostly gravy.
Drinn got in hot water with the other Grim officers – so she and Attie ran off and disappeared.
Four years have passed. Badie is back in Azeroth. He’s got a lot more scars and he’s looking to get back in good with The Grim. What happened during the lost years will come to light over time.
As for the name – When I first joined The Grim, the toon was called Skum. Then he revealed his identity as a former SI:7 named Atticuss. Then people started calling him Attie. Attie grew into the nickname, Badie. So, he’ll still respond to any of those names.]]