Tugsworth loomed over the makeshift arena before him while absently stroking his fingers over his small canine companion.
"What do you think of the arena?" he asked, turning to his superior, Khorvis.
"What is it's purpose?" Khorvis replied, letting his gaze pass over the small wooden arena. "And why are there rats within?"
"Ah yes, the rats!" Tugsworth clapped with glee as he walked away to a nearby table. Shortly he returned, producing a series of small jars, each with a strange glowing essence contained within. Wasting little time, the priest dropped the jar into the arena, and with a small crash the essence was released.
"Within the Mogu'shan Vaults we first encountered the stone guardians," he prattled on, dumping the other three jars in the process. "I was able to gather some of their magical traits, but am currently unable to harness their power myself.
The first essence to spring into action formed small violet pools under a few of the rats around the arena. A few of the critters fled from the pools, but those who remained shrieked violently until they collapsed.
The second essence, along with the third and fourth, sprang to life. The chaos within the small arena was immediate.
"When they are all together at once, the real fun begins." Tugsworth attempted a friendly nudge to the Orc, but was unable to budge him at all.
Enchanted chains grasped at a couple of the rats, while small jade shards struck at each of the rats; jasper in color, the chains drained the life from a few pairs of the rodents. Those who instinctively ran from each other soon fell dead, which caused the other rats to panic, which met the same fate.
Small blue globules formed on the ground as well, but those curious to inspect them ruptured violently, covering the arena with their innards.
The priest laughed awkwardly as the rats exploded. "Impressive results don't you agr..." Tugsworth looked over at Khorvis, who peeled a chunk of dead rat flesh from his armor. He produces a small piece of cloth for the orc to wipe off the blood, and flinched when he grabbed for it.
"Anyways..." the priest continued, "We encountered the one known as Feng the Accursed." His eyes locked on the angered Khorvis, "But we require more rats."
Tugsworth walked to the other side of the arena in an attempt to separate the two of them. "More rats!" he called out. With that being said, Pugsworth stepped on a small raised button-like object. Pushing down with his paws lowered the button, and a spring released quickly, and the floor of the arena split and lowered, dumping the rats into a chamber beneath.
The priest began rotating a small crank, and the floor slowly rose and formed a flat surface.
"Now then, where were we?" He mused, "Ah, more rats." The priest motioned towards the arena, the opened alcove being pointed to brought the orc's attention towards it. As Khorvis looked into the arena he spotted three more alcoves, blocked off with wood that slid in from the top.
"Feng proved challenging, but his methods were simple." Tugsworth pulled a small metal shard and lodged it onto the arena floor. Moving towards the opposite side of the arena he then tossed a jar, releasing another essence, which lie dormant for a small time. Upon sliding the piece of wood upwards and releasing the critters, the purple essence clung to the nearest of them and began to pulse; those who did not run from it died in another display of shrieking delight.
"Feng was indeed fond of fire, but his sparks I could not produce," Tugsworth jested, not sure why Khorvis remained unmoved. "But....I can irritate the shard, which causes an interesting effect.
Leaving little time for the imagination, Tugsworth produced a small shovel and smashed it into the shard. He leapt for the ground as the flames rose upwards from the arena, incinerating all the rats within. Looking upwards he noticed the orc unharmed; his glare judging the priest from the appearance.
"I have little time for these demonstrations priest," Khorvis yelled. He paced over to the two remaining alcoves and simultaneously removed the remaining two pieces of wood. "You will finish your reports, now."
Not one to hesitate when his neck was on the line, Tugsworth ran towards the table and grabbed the remaining objects. Rats poured into the arena; they ran past their burnt brethren and scattered as jars and sharp objects were tossed down upon them.
"Faster priest,' The orc grunted a laugh as he watched the pitiful display of cowardice.
"Gara'jal was the next!" he tossed in the last of the jars. "Totems brought us to another plane," he spouted as a few rats disappeared, only to re-appear shortly as corpses. "Meng made us crazy." He pointed to few rats attacking each other; "Zian brought his shadow magics," he pointed to the others under attack. "And Subetai..." Tugsworth looked frantically for the arrow he had taken. "Subetai...Blast, where is that item."
"Faster!" Khorvis yelled, obviously enjoying the effect is was having on the man.The priest frantically looked down and spotted Pugsworth, arrow in mouth, staring at him.
"Give me the arrow Pugsworth." He yelped, but the Pug growled. He grabbed the ends and dragged his canine friend around, "This is no time for this Pugsworth!" Suddenly, a large boot slept in and lunged the small dog towards the shelves on the other side of the room. He lunged towards the arena and stabbed the last remaining rat.
"He did that to us!"
Tugsworth stood as straight as his crooked back could manage. "Is everything up to your standards your...." He gulped as the orc approached, "Your largeness?"
Khorvis walked from the priests' arena. "We will see."