A Warlock's Basic Toolkit. (Duroxas' First Task)
Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 5:49 am
"This is stupid"
"She's yer boss, you gotta!"
"But this is -stupid- and she's going to make me look like some sort of fel-fucking fanatic! Who goes around talking about how great and useful their demons are to people who probably don't give a damn?!"
"You do! Cuz that armored woman told you to!"
"Belpep I swear to the nether I will banish you for a month if you don't stop reminding me"
The warlock grumbled and groaned at the imp on his shoulder, waiting for the rest of the Obliterators to send word of their arrival to the caverns. It was that time, once again, for an excursion through the timestreams into a particularly recent past; The threat of the end of the world at deathwing's hands. It was dangerous work, yes, just for some magical artifacts. But the excursion team consisted of enough experienced and capable individuals to ensure that they would at least get out alive.
He'd been putting off his task for weeks, his second task to pass through supplicancy and into the full ranks of The Grim. And really, he had no excuse other than not wanting to embarrass himself, witch he was entirely convinced was the entire purpose of Bryii assigning him to do it. Either in an assault against the alliance on the battlefields, or on a dungeon or raiding venture, he had to take the time to inform a fellow member of the horde of the benefits and usefulness of each of his available demon subordinates. Witch of course, to him, sounded completely ridiculous. Why should they give a damn, after all? But, orders are orders, and as the rest of the squad began to congregate he grumbled to the large imp perched on his shoulder armor.
"Fine. But you're up first, loudmouth."
"She's yer boss, you gotta!"
"But this is -stupid- and she's going to make me look like some sort of fel-fucking fanatic! Who goes around talking about how great and useful their demons are to people who probably don't give a damn?!"
"You do! Cuz that armored woman told you to!"
"Belpep I swear to the nether I will banish you for a month if you don't stop reminding me"
The warlock grumbled and groaned at the imp on his shoulder, waiting for the rest of the Obliterators to send word of their arrival to the caverns. It was that time, once again, for an excursion through the timestreams into a particularly recent past; The threat of the end of the world at deathwing's hands. It was dangerous work, yes, just for some magical artifacts. But the excursion team consisted of enough experienced and capable individuals to ensure that they would at least get out alive.
He'd been putting off his task for weeks, his second task to pass through supplicancy and into the full ranks of The Grim. And really, he had no excuse other than not wanting to embarrass himself, witch he was entirely convinced was the entire purpose of Bryii assigning him to do it. Either in an assault against the alliance on the battlefields, or on a dungeon or raiding venture, he had to take the time to inform a fellow member of the horde of the benefits and usefulness of each of his available demon subordinates. Witch of course, to him, sounded completely ridiculous. Why should they give a damn, after all? But, orders are orders, and as the rest of the squad began to congregate he grumbled to the large imp perched on his shoulder armor.
"Fine. But you're up first, loudmouth."