Accidents sometimes happen.
Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 12:56 am
The evening had started normal enough.
Fresh from a deep meditation, Lupinum strode out into the dying light of Draenor. The chill of Frostfire was ever present but there was no battle to warm him this night. The Forsaken ran his thumb against his hearthstone. It was eerily quiet while the majority of his comrades ran their mighty fist through the Blackrock Foundry. With not much else to do, Lupinum mounted the stairs of the tower that lead up to the Warspear portal. Upon stepping through, the hot reek of manure greeted his rotted nostrils. The sun was setting in the distance and its warming glow spread across the waves like a roiling ocean of blood. It was comforting. The hunched Forsaken walked down the worn path from the Flight Master towards the familiar pub, aching to get his iron jaw wet with frothy brew. Standing outside was the tall figure of Lilliana. She and two Tauren, Breygrah and Konro, had stopped off to the side of a busy path to converse as they had in recent days.
Lupinum strode up and stood next to the Trolless without a word but listening to the conversation half-heartedly. Teleportation made him feel sluggish and he kept to himself for several moments. He did notice that Konro was continually pestering Breygrah. Tossing stones at her feet, at first, before working up to her torso and unhelmed head.
Breygrah hardly noticed, easily dodging the projectiles with a grace that belied her frame. It amused the Forsaken to watch the primitive mating ritual. Soon, though, a flash of purple broke his reverie. That, combined with a limping frame supported by a staff, brought a low growl to Lupinum's throat. This was the Elf that had blatantly attacked Syreena. Outside the same tavern.
Kex'ti his name was, strode up to the group and spoke greetings before being summoned away just as quickly by the Battlemaster's call. Lupinum took this chance and spoke up, cutting off another futile action of Konro to get Breygrah to notice him.
"Let's head inside. I hear a mug of beer calling me."
Under little protest from the Tauren the group did so. Lupinum could feel Lilliana's disapproving look on the back of his skull as they walked.
Breygrah avoided the bar and instead sat facing the hearth in the middle of the room alongside Lilly. Konro and Lupinum ordered drinks and stood near the two females. After only a couple swigs the large Tauren was back at work pestering Breygrah. Konro's attempts fell very flat with Brey even going as far as to talking about Konro in the 3rd person. Lupinum was standing near Konro when the sprite of mischief enter his own glowing yellow eyes. He reached into the burning wood and pulled out a small ember glowing a deep red with intense heat. The Forsaken placed it on the back of Konro's head but lost his grip, causing it to fall down Konro's back singing his fur along the way. With an embarrassing yelp from a warrior, he ran down the stairs into the kitchen. It was silent for several moments before Lilly chimed up that she would go and check on him. Leaving the Forsaken and Breygrah to themselves for a moment, Lillina walked down, calling out to Konro.
Lupinum sat next to Brey and downed another mug of beer. She looked at him but said very little. Lupe took this opportunity to try something... He spoke a soft word and faded into shadow, leaving a magicked replica of himself sitting next to Brey. His true form reappeared next to her and she gave a cry of surprise and jumped away in fright. Lupinum laughed and spoke again. He crept behind the Tauren and poked her shoulder. Breygrah laughed and ran away. This went on for a few minutes while Lilliana was helping Konro.
"Do you see any thing?!" The male Tauren sounded worried. Picking up on this, Lilly jokingly poked his broad, furry back and screamed that there was a hole in his skin. Without so much as putting his clothes back on, Konro ran upstairs with a fury directed towards Lupinum. As he reached the landing, Konro heard the joyful laughter from Brey and Lupinum. With a roaring battle cry, he charged in a haz of anger and slashed at the Forsaken's rotting neck. The axe cleaved thin air, whistling with deadly intent only to find a target in a support beam.
Fresh from a deep meditation, Lupinum strode out into the dying light of Draenor. The chill of Frostfire was ever present but there was no battle to warm him this night. The Forsaken ran his thumb against his hearthstone. It was eerily quiet while the majority of his comrades ran their mighty fist through the Blackrock Foundry. With not much else to do, Lupinum mounted the stairs of the tower that lead up to the Warspear portal. Upon stepping through, the hot reek of manure greeted his rotted nostrils. The sun was setting in the distance and its warming glow spread across the waves like a roiling ocean of blood. It was comforting. The hunched Forsaken walked down the worn path from the Flight Master towards the familiar pub, aching to get his iron jaw wet with frothy brew. Standing outside was the tall figure of Lilliana. She and two Tauren, Breygrah and Konro, had stopped off to the side of a busy path to converse as they had in recent days.
Lupinum strode up and stood next to the Trolless without a word but listening to the conversation half-heartedly. Teleportation made him feel sluggish and he kept to himself for several moments. He did notice that Konro was continually pestering Breygrah. Tossing stones at her feet, at first, before working up to her torso and unhelmed head.
Breygrah hardly noticed, easily dodging the projectiles with a grace that belied her frame. It amused the Forsaken to watch the primitive mating ritual. Soon, though, a flash of purple broke his reverie. That, combined with a limping frame supported by a staff, brought a low growl to Lupinum's throat. This was the Elf that had blatantly attacked Syreena. Outside the same tavern.
Kex'ti his name was, strode up to the group and spoke greetings before being summoned away just as quickly by the Battlemaster's call. Lupinum took this chance and spoke up, cutting off another futile action of Konro to get Breygrah to notice him.
"Let's head inside. I hear a mug of beer calling me."
Under little protest from the Tauren the group did so. Lupinum could feel Lilliana's disapproving look on the back of his skull as they walked.
Breygrah avoided the bar and instead sat facing the hearth in the middle of the room alongside Lilly. Konro and Lupinum ordered drinks and stood near the two females. After only a couple swigs the large Tauren was back at work pestering Breygrah. Konro's attempts fell very flat with Brey even going as far as to talking about Konro in the 3rd person. Lupinum was standing near Konro when the sprite of mischief enter his own glowing yellow eyes. He reached into the burning wood and pulled out a small ember glowing a deep red with intense heat. The Forsaken placed it on the back of Konro's head but lost his grip, causing it to fall down Konro's back singing his fur along the way. With an embarrassing yelp from a warrior, he ran down the stairs into the kitchen. It was silent for several moments before Lilly chimed up that she would go and check on him. Leaving the Forsaken and Breygrah to themselves for a moment, Lillina walked down, calling out to Konro.
Lupinum sat next to Brey and downed another mug of beer. She looked at him but said very little. Lupe took this opportunity to try something... He spoke a soft word and faded into shadow, leaving a magicked replica of himself sitting next to Brey. His true form reappeared next to her and she gave a cry of surprise and jumped away in fright. Lupinum laughed and spoke again. He crept behind the Tauren and poked her shoulder. Breygrah laughed and ran away. This went on for a few minutes while Lilliana was helping Konro.
"Do you see any thing?!" The male Tauren sounded worried. Picking up on this, Lilly jokingly poked his broad, furry back and screamed that there was a hole in his skin. Without so much as putting his clothes back on, Konro ran upstairs with a fury directed towards Lupinum. As he reached the landing, Konro heard the joyful laughter from Brey and Lupinum. With a roaring battle cry, he charged in a haz of anger and slashed at the Forsaken's rotting neck. The axe cleaved thin air, whistling with deadly intent only to find a target in a support beam.