The Wager
Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 6:50 am
Leyujin says: All dose who seek ta be included on da rostah o' dis new war group, make yo' interest known ta Drinn immediate-like. Da firs' foray inta battle o' dis team will be dis comin' Tuesday.
Nathandiel leans into Drinn and mouths "So proud".
Khorvis nods at you.
Khorvis says: This do be worthy news, Wordbearer.
Awatu nods.
Drinn says: Either way, Wordbearer we will be ready by the appointed date. I will make sure of this.
You grin wickedly at Khorvis.
Drinn says: Perhaps a wager?
Drinn smiles at Awatu.
Drinn smiles at you.
Nathandiel rubs his hands together.
Awatu says: What wager did you have in mind?
Drinn says: Whoever brings in the most wins on the battlefield by midweek.
Drinn says: I have a healthy bank to play with.
Awatu nods at Drinn's words and looks to Leyu'jin.
Leyujin's lips curl in a broad grin.
Nathandiel says: Or...you know...you could stop with the Elf ears...
Leyujin says: So, one night apiece, yah?
Drinn nods, "Yes. One night."
Leyujin says: Fair's fair. Ah'll even giv joo an' extra hour o' combat.
You smirk slyly at Drinn.
Drinn laughs softly, "That's very generous. And if we do win.. what do you consider to offer?"
Awatu watches the two with interest.
Nathandiel points at Leyujin's ears.
Leyujin says: If it be gol' joo desiyah, ah will pay 2,000. But, ah hav a differen' wagah in mind.
Orgog-Ravenholdt shows some interest in the wager, but continues to watch Awatu for some reason.
Drinn looks to Nathandiel and shakes her head. "I'd want half a tusk... always wanted tusks.. majestic things."
Drinn says: You have my attention.
Lupinum is giggling in the back, thinking of how the Elf would look with large, protruding tusks.
Drinn says: State your terms, Wordbearer.
Leyujin says: If da Earthshakahs lose, we will occupy Stormwind's Gates fo' tree-quartahs o' an hour.
Bloodshine is listening.
Nathandiel says: ...You should do that for fun.
Drinn says: And then....
Leyujin says: Such a price, ah believe, be mo' suitable fo' da Mandate. Unless joo only believe in personal ego.
Drinn says: Personal ego Wordbearer?
Drinn shakes her head, "Oh, nono. Never that. But I do love healthy competition."
You grin wickedly at Drinn.
Malhavik lets out a hacking cough.
Drinn says: Wordbearer I would hope that you know I would go into Stormwind naked with only my swords.. with you or any Grim.
Drinn says: Let this be a real wager.
Bloodshine cackles maniacally at Drinn.
Drinn says: Half of one of your tusks..or the tip of one of my oh so favored ears.
Shaelie lifted a brow at those wagers.
Nathandiel says: More like it.
Leyujin says: Hmph. An' if ah donna wan' one o' yo' ears?
Leyujin says: Ah will wagah ma tusk regahdless.
Drinn says: Don't be so coy, you want it.
You tell Drinn NO. Not going to happen.
Leyujin says: No.
Leyujin says: Yo wagah be wortless ta me.
Drinn gestures to her elongated ear, "See.. look how long and poooiinnttty."
Nathandiel says: She has other parts...
Drinn says: Shut your mouth, Nathandiel.
Bloodshine cracks up back there, like an old crone.
Bloodshine cackles maniacally at Nathandiel.
Nathandiel grins wickedly at Drinn.
Drinn says: It saddens me you find it worthless.
Canai says: I wonder if the tusks grow back...
Drinn puts a hand to her chest, "It does truly. I only hope to inspire bloodlust by competition."
Drinn says: If there is nothing you consider a prize then the wager is worth nothing.
Leyujin studies Drinn carefully. "An' yet yo' an ma values diffah. Howevah, ah be sho' der be sumting dat will ah will find valuable."
Nathandiel is disappointed.
Leyujin says: Fo' now, ma' half o' da wagah be dun. We will discuss yo' half soon enuff.
Bloodshine smirks slyly at you.
Drinn nods, "Very well."
Some time later, a white-haired troll walks up to a diminutive blood elf clad in leathers. He inclines his head respectfully.
"Sel'quar."
The blood elf eyes him for a moment, then nods in return. "Wordbearer. Have you reconsidered our wager?"
The Grim warrior shakes his head. "Ah still wan' no paht o' yo' anatomy, Drinn. Ears o' othawise." He snorts slightly, recalling Nathandiel's comment of earlier.
The rogue narrows her eyes. "Are you frightened of losing, Leyu'jin?" She spits the warrior with her gaze like daggers.
The troll blinked at that, his eyes opening and closing slowly, like a lazy lizard. "Per'aps. Joo be named da Tactician fo' a reason, Drinn. Ah hav seen yo' prowess as a leadah, an' ah would not rank ma skills as bein' much mo' den yo' own. Joo will be a worthwhile opponent."
Drinn spread her hands out placatingly. "You need not fear me, Wordbearer. All I seek is a little competition, something to whet both of our teams against the grindstone, so that we may better fulfill the Mandate."
"So, will you accept the wager?"
Leyu'jin stared down at the pink-skinned rogue. A number of thoughts went through his mind. Among them, his memory of Atticus's treatment of Xaraphyne, and his brother, Fhenrir. Of how the Grim treating other Horde as though they themselves were above them. Of his disgust with seeing his brothers and sisters fight amongst themselves, rather than against the one threat with the resources and wherewithal to destroy them once and for all. Of how Drinn's offered stakes, his tusk versus her ear, represented this inner conflict. He nodded slowly, but punctuated her started acceptance with a raised hand. "Aye, but, ah will stand firm in rejectin' yo' half. Ah will not gain satisfaction troo such a sacrifice, an' it will do but bring a bad taste ta ma mout'. Ah do, howevah, hav sumting ah do desiyah, an' which will stand in its stead fo' yo' stake."
She frowned in disappointment, but nodded her head in return grudgingly. "Very well, Wordbearer. What is this thing you desire that could surpass my offer of my unparalleled listening devices?"
At this, Leyu'jin broke into a broad, genuine smile, the first that he'd shown since the meeting. It had taken him some time, but the wager that was worthwhile to him had come while he had been sitting idly in Orgrimmar, on one of the rooftops; his favored haunting grounds when he wanted to relax and find some solace. His lips parted as the words issued from his mouth in a sibilant hiss. "Der be one among da Alliance who has organized resistance aginst us, an' indeed bin so bold as ta bring war ta our verra doorstep. If joo lose our wager, it will be dis one's head who joo will delivah, ta me. If joo win, ah will part wit' one half o' ma tusk, tho' it do represent ma soul an' der be few tings dearah ta me. But as fo' joo, Drinn Sel'quar. If joo should lose our lil' wagah, den joo will bring me da head o' da hooman priestess, Teed."
Nathandiel leans into Drinn and mouths "So proud".
Khorvis nods at you.
Khorvis says: This do be worthy news, Wordbearer.
Awatu nods.
Drinn says: Either way, Wordbearer we will be ready by the appointed date. I will make sure of this.
You grin wickedly at Khorvis.
Drinn says: Perhaps a wager?
Drinn smiles at Awatu.
Drinn smiles at you.
Nathandiel rubs his hands together.
Awatu says: What wager did you have in mind?
Drinn says: Whoever brings in the most wins on the battlefield by midweek.
Drinn says: I have a healthy bank to play with.
Awatu nods at Drinn's words and looks to Leyu'jin.
Leyujin's lips curl in a broad grin.
Nathandiel says: Or...you know...you could stop with the Elf ears...
Leyujin says: So, one night apiece, yah?
Drinn nods, "Yes. One night."
Leyujin says: Fair's fair. Ah'll even giv joo an' extra hour o' combat.
You smirk slyly at Drinn.
Drinn laughs softly, "That's very generous. And if we do win.. what do you consider to offer?"
Awatu watches the two with interest.
Nathandiel points at Leyujin's ears.
Leyujin says: If it be gol' joo desiyah, ah will pay 2,000. But, ah hav a differen' wagah in mind.
Orgog-Ravenholdt shows some interest in the wager, but continues to watch Awatu for some reason.
Drinn looks to Nathandiel and shakes her head. "I'd want half a tusk... always wanted tusks.. majestic things."
Drinn says: You have my attention.
Lupinum is giggling in the back, thinking of how the Elf would look with large, protruding tusks.
Drinn says: State your terms, Wordbearer.
Leyujin says: If da Earthshakahs lose, we will occupy Stormwind's Gates fo' tree-quartahs o' an hour.
Bloodshine is listening.
Nathandiel says: ...You should do that for fun.
Drinn says: And then....
Leyujin says: Such a price, ah believe, be mo' suitable fo' da Mandate. Unless joo only believe in personal ego.
Drinn says: Personal ego Wordbearer?
Drinn shakes her head, "Oh, nono. Never that. But I do love healthy competition."
You grin wickedly at Drinn.
Malhavik lets out a hacking cough.
Drinn says: Wordbearer I would hope that you know I would go into Stormwind naked with only my swords.. with you or any Grim.
Drinn says: Let this be a real wager.
Bloodshine cackles maniacally at Drinn.
Drinn says: Half of one of your tusks..or the tip of one of my oh so favored ears.
Shaelie lifted a brow at those wagers.
Nathandiel says: More like it.
Leyujin says: Hmph. An' if ah donna wan' one o' yo' ears?
Leyujin says: Ah will wagah ma tusk regahdless.
Drinn says: Don't be so coy, you want it.
You tell Drinn NO. Not going to happen.
Leyujin says: No.
Leyujin says: Yo wagah be wortless ta me.
Drinn gestures to her elongated ear, "See.. look how long and poooiinnttty."
Nathandiel says: She has other parts...
Drinn says: Shut your mouth, Nathandiel.
Bloodshine cracks up back there, like an old crone.
Bloodshine cackles maniacally at Nathandiel.
Nathandiel grins wickedly at Drinn.
Drinn says: It saddens me you find it worthless.
Canai says: I wonder if the tusks grow back...
Drinn puts a hand to her chest, "It does truly. I only hope to inspire bloodlust by competition."
Drinn says: If there is nothing you consider a prize then the wager is worth nothing.
Leyujin studies Drinn carefully. "An' yet yo' an ma values diffah. Howevah, ah be sho' der be sumting dat will ah will find valuable."
Nathandiel is disappointed.
Leyujin says: Fo' now, ma' half o' da wagah be dun. We will discuss yo' half soon enuff.
Bloodshine smirks slyly at you.
Drinn nods, "Very well."
Some time later, a white-haired troll walks up to a diminutive blood elf clad in leathers. He inclines his head respectfully.
"Sel'quar."
The blood elf eyes him for a moment, then nods in return. "Wordbearer. Have you reconsidered our wager?"
The Grim warrior shakes his head. "Ah still wan' no paht o' yo' anatomy, Drinn. Ears o' othawise." He snorts slightly, recalling Nathandiel's comment of earlier.
The rogue narrows her eyes. "Are you frightened of losing, Leyu'jin?" She spits the warrior with her gaze like daggers.
The troll blinked at that, his eyes opening and closing slowly, like a lazy lizard. "Per'aps. Joo be named da Tactician fo' a reason, Drinn. Ah hav seen yo' prowess as a leadah, an' ah would not rank ma skills as bein' much mo' den yo' own. Joo will be a worthwhile opponent."
Drinn spread her hands out placatingly. "You need not fear me, Wordbearer. All I seek is a little competition, something to whet both of our teams against the grindstone, so that we may better fulfill the Mandate."
"So, will you accept the wager?"
Leyu'jin stared down at the pink-skinned rogue. A number of thoughts went through his mind. Among them, his memory of Atticus's treatment of Xaraphyne, and his brother, Fhenrir. Of how the Grim treating other Horde as though they themselves were above them. Of his disgust with seeing his brothers and sisters fight amongst themselves, rather than against the one threat with the resources and wherewithal to destroy them once and for all. Of how Drinn's offered stakes, his tusk versus her ear, represented this inner conflict. He nodded slowly, but punctuated her started acceptance with a raised hand. "Aye, but, ah will stand firm in rejectin' yo' half. Ah will not gain satisfaction troo such a sacrifice, an' it will do but bring a bad taste ta ma mout'. Ah do, howevah, hav sumting ah do desiyah, an' which will stand in its stead fo' yo' stake."
She frowned in disappointment, but nodded her head in return grudgingly. "Very well, Wordbearer. What is this thing you desire that could surpass my offer of my unparalleled listening devices?"
At this, Leyu'jin broke into a broad, genuine smile, the first that he'd shown since the meeting. It had taken him some time, but the wager that was worthwhile to him had come while he had been sitting idly in Orgrimmar, on one of the rooftops; his favored haunting grounds when he wanted to relax and find some solace. His lips parted as the words issued from his mouth in a sibilant hiss. "Der be one among da Alliance who has organized resistance aginst us, an' indeed bin so bold as ta bring war ta our verra doorstep. If joo lose our wager, it will be dis one's head who joo will delivah, ta me. If joo win, ah will part wit' one half o' ma tusk, tho' it do represent ma soul an' der be few tings dearah ta me. But as fo' joo, Drinn Sel'quar. If joo should lose our lil' wagah, den joo will bring me da head o' da hooman priestess, Teed."