Trial of Combat-Revenge of the Troll (on Goats)
Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 3:19 am
((Tiny OOC note-Spelling errors seem to have been fixed very sloppily. The date on this first note pinned in the guild hall appears to be dated about four months ago.))
It had been a week since I had given my Inquisitor Ryanica the items to make my Grim tabard; she had introduced me to The Mandate, which I thought made me at home in The Grim with my recent loss so I was eager to find out what task she would give me to next prove myself.
Kill Draenei shaman, a male and female.
Goats, from the stars, pretending they knew about the elements of this earth-disgusting. They should be food and tents. I eagerly agreed to the task, and set about keeping a keen eye out for these 'shaman'.
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At the Darkmoon Faire a cry was heard-'THE DARKMOON RABBIT IS HERE! LET'S GET IT BEFORE ALLIANCE DOES!' Music to my ears, much better than the pting pting of the silly little tonk shooting. Preparing to kill a little bunny with a bad reputation, I rounded the corner onto the cave's beach to find that corpses and skeletons littered the scene. Alliance and Horde were just a large mass surging in and out of the cave with only a tiny flash of red to prove that the next victim had been taken. I jumped into the fray too quickly as I always do, only to find the tiny but very bloody rabbit fly directly at my throat, and the world went black.
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Coming to in the graveyard, carnies standing around laughing at everyone regaining consciousness there, I realized that the bunny might be a bit more problematic than I thought. As I was running back to the cave preparing to fight a two-sided fight against equally-deadly opponents I ran into someone and fell over, stunned. I shook the fog off my head and looked up to see a male Draenei. One quick glance at his gear as well as his weapons and aura told me he was not only a shaman, but was enhanced for combat as I was. I licked my lips-excellent.
Combat lasted less than a minute as fire and blades were thrown back and forth, ghost wolves rabidly snapping at each other and their opposing masters. I finally landed a blow to his backside with the flat of my armblade that apparently sent his cowardly butt running off into the island woods. I looked around trying to find him, but only heard my fire lap at him and his death-howl of pain. Fire hurts like a bitch.
Rummaging around the dark, dank forest to find evidence of his death, I suddenly heard behind me a honking-snorting-thing noise. I turned to see the pitiful goat run from me towards sure death at the hands of the Demon Rabbit. Grinning at his flight, I looked a bit further in the bushes to find the charred stub of his tail. This should make a decent trophy! I sat back and pondered how to find a girl-goat...I guess hay is out of the question.

**Pinned to the bottom of the note is the end of a distinctly blue tail tip, almost perfectly charred about a foot away from where its body would have been.**
It had been a week since I had given my Inquisitor Ryanica the items to make my Grim tabard; she had introduced me to The Mandate, which I thought made me at home in The Grim with my recent loss so I was eager to find out what task she would give me to next prove myself.
Kill Draenei shaman, a male and female.
Goats, from the stars, pretending they knew about the elements of this earth-disgusting. They should be food and tents. I eagerly agreed to the task, and set about keeping a keen eye out for these 'shaman'.
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At the Darkmoon Faire a cry was heard-'THE DARKMOON RABBIT IS HERE! LET'S GET IT BEFORE ALLIANCE DOES!' Music to my ears, much better than the pting pting of the silly little tonk shooting. Preparing to kill a little bunny with a bad reputation, I rounded the corner onto the cave's beach to find that corpses and skeletons littered the scene. Alliance and Horde were just a large mass surging in and out of the cave with only a tiny flash of red to prove that the next victim had been taken. I jumped into the fray too quickly as I always do, only to find the tiny but very bloody rabbit fly directly at my throat, and the world went black.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Coming to in the graveyard, carnies standing around laughing at everyone regaining consciousness there, I realized that the bunny might be a bit more problematic than I thought. As I was running back to the cave preparing to fight a two-sided fight against equally-deadly opponents I ran into someone and fell over, stunned. I shook the fog off my head and looked up to see a male Draenei. One quick glance at his gear as well as his weapons and aura told me he was not only a shaman, but was enhanced for combat as I was. I licked my lips-excellent.
Combat lasted less than a minute as fire and blades were thrown back and forth, ghost wolves rabidly snapping at each other and their opposing masters. I finally landed a blow to his backside with the flat of my armblade that apparently sent his cowardly butt running off into the island woods. I looked around trying to find him, but only heard my fire lap at him and his death-howl of pain. Fire hurts like a bitch.
Rummaging around the dark, dank forest to find evidence of his death, I suddenly heard behind me a honking-snorting-thing noise. I turned to see the pitiful goat run from me towards sure death at the hands of the Demon Rabbit. Grinning at his flight, I looked a bit further in the bushes to find the charred stub of his tail. This should make a decent trophy! I sat back and pondered how to find a girl-goat...I guess hay is out of the question.

**Pinned to the bottom of the note is the end of a distinctly blue tail tip, almost perfectly charred about a foot away from where its body would have been.**