Ashenfury called out to his Supplicant using his worn smooth hearthstone. The only reply he got was a crunchy chewing sound. Something was amiss. Either Jul'kah was playing tricks or something was gnawing on him.
Knowing where Jul'kah spent most of his time Ashenfury sought out the ##### tavern in The Valley of Honor. As he steps through the threshold darkness envelopes him and his pupils dilate as they adjust to the light.
A small goblin was speaking in a soothing manner to a feral Jul'kah. Ashenfury took a seat at a nearby table and observed the goblin playing with his Supplicant as one would a cat. After a moment he introduced himself and gleamed that Ugraz the Wanted and the small goblin, Dizni had done something to cause Jul'kah to loose his memory. The goblin mentioned something about hitting a tree... hard.
A Supplicant with no memory cannot uphold the Mandate. Being bound by duty Ashenfury had no choice but to get the story and either relieve Julkah of his rank or find a way to return his memory.
Ashenfury sat down and offered his pipe to Dizni and Ugraz. After they refused he offered a mug of ale and his ears in exchange for the story of how Jul'kah lost his memory. Ugraz took the statement literally and agreed to exchange the tale for the tip of the Orc's ear. Deciding that his ears were far too precious to sacrifice for a Supplicant he offered his pinkie toe.
Knowing the pain would be severe Ugraz bought Ashenfury several rounds of strong spirits. The barely standing Orc struggled to get his shoes off, drink 5 more mugs and ask what the hell was going on before a slick tongued Ugraz had talked him into removing both of the big toes (After all, just one leaves you unbalanced.).
Deprived of his 2 large toes and too drunk to remember why he was there Ashenfury waved at the nice kitty and strode from the bar without his toes.
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Several hours later after the powerful alcohol had dissipated Ashenfury was painfully aware of the loss of his toes and being duped by Ugraz. The agreement went from losing a single pinkie toe to two large toes and over that he left without getting the damn story!
He thought of the Supplicant and what his next task would be... Ashenfury began to picture tasks of toe retrieval as he sped towards the Council of Inquisition... after all, he did know a mender or two.
The Duties of a Dreadweaver
The Duties of a Dreadweaver
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(( The other option would be to torture the information out of the goblin and then dispose of the remains. I can help you with that. ))
Grisbault, Twice-Made.
The p, s, l, and t are silent, the screams are not.
The p, s, l, and t are silent, the screams are not.
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(( There is this christian t.v. cencorship thing you can get that bleeps all cussing even to the point of during baseball games they dont call balls and stirkes but call toes and strikes...))
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Ashenfury sat in the Inn near Julkah. He started the long process of probing the Supplicant for information. After falling while trying to reach Julkah in the rafters, he brushed himself off and began the later stages of the Inquisition. The first question, "Who do you keep company with, Julkah?", was answered abruptly by the appearance of Ugraz wearing a pirates patch and an apologetic look.
Ashenfury grumbled a greeting to Ugraz, "Ugraz the toe thief...".
"Ive got some toes to replace them. Just let me put them on."
Ashenfury looked down at his feet and wiggled his remaining toes within their armored sabatons. The Orc desperately wanted his toes replaced but changed his tone from one of desire to resolve in distrust. "No, Ugraz. I have eight remaining and you will just take another.".
"No I won't... They have spikes, good for kicking things with." Ugraz replied.
Ashenfury's face visibly brightened and he raised his eyebrows high. Excited to see such fantastic replacements he slowly reached out his hand and spoke slowly "Bloodscream would know how to attach those. With Bryii overseeing, of course.".
Ugraz shrugged and tossed the spiked metal toes to Ashenfury. The Orc fumbled as he caught them. He looked down at the toes and back to Ugraz who was walking away. Ashenfury spoke quietly "May the Mandate guide you, Ugraz.". Then ran off out into the streets of Orgrimmar yelling "Bloodscream! Hey Bloodscream!".
Ashenfury grumbled a greeting to Ugraz, "Ugraz the toe thief...".
"Ive got some toes to replace them. Just let me put them on."
Ashenfury looked down at his feet and wiggled his remaining toes within their armored sabatons. The Orc desperately wanted his toes replaced but changed his tone from one of desire to resolve in distrust. "No, Ugraz. I have eight remaining and you will just take another.".
"No I won't... They have spikes, good for kicking things with." Ugraz replied.
Ashenfury's face visibly brightened and he raised his eyebrows high. Excited to see such fantastic replacements he slowly reached out his hand and spoke slowly "Bloodscream would know how to attach those. With Bryii overseeing, of course.".
Ugraz shrugged and tossed the spiked metal toes to Ashenfury. The Orc fumbled as he caught them. He looked down at the toes and back to Ugraz who was walking away. Ashenfury spoke quietly "May the Mandate guide you, Ugraz.". Then ran off out into the streets of Orgrimmar yelling "Bloodscream! Hey Bloodscream!".
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It had been, by all accounts, an odd conversation.
Ashenfury had found him in Orgrimaar as he toiled at the forge, smelting his new found ore into bars to easier transport back to his workshop.
Bloodscream had made it a habit never to question shamen too deeply about anything, it always created more questions than it answered.
Somewhere along the way it seemed, Ashenfury had lost some toes. Bloodscream would have inquired why the shaman was unable to heal himself and regrow the little buggers but perhaps that was a troll thing only, he decided not to probe.
The facts were simple. Two missing toes and mechanical replacements crafted by none other than the person who took said toes in the first place. Bloodscream had analyzed the metallic toes, he had found nothing terribly unusual about them.
He had however questioned the shaman as to why, if he sought replacement mechanical parts he had not come directly to him for the manufacture. Why, of all people, let the person responsible for their loss, create their replacement?
The orc shaman had seemed genuily surprised upon hearing Bloodscream was capable of such a task. Bloodscream had snickered and commented out loud that after dimensional rippers, toes should prove no great barrier.
Ashenfury had seemed excited at the prospect and so, after a brief scan of the bare feet with his goggles' spectral analyzer he promised the orc he would get right on it.
Being an Orc of his word, he did just that. He wandered off to the side of the street and began the warm up sequence on his dimensional ripper. He would require his workshop for this...
Ashenfury had found him in Orgrimaar as he toiled at the forge, smelting his new found ore into bars to easier transport back to his workshop.
Bloodscream had made it a habit never to question shamen too deeply about anything, it always created more questions than it answered.
Somewhere along the way it seemed, Ashenfury had lost some toes. Bloodscream would have inquired why the shaman was unable to heal himself and regrow the little buggers but perhaps that was a troll thing only, he decided not to probe.
The facts were simple. Two missing toes and mechanical replacements crafted by none other than the person who took said toes in the first place. Bloodscream had analyzed the metallic toes, he had found nothing terribly unusual about them.
He had however questioned the shaman as to why, if he sought replacement mechanical parts he had not come directly to him for the manufacture. Why, of all people, let the person responsible for their loss, create their replacement?
The orc shaman had seemed genuily surprised upon hearing Bloodscream was capable of such a task. Bloodscream had snickered and commented out loud that after dimensional rippers, toes should prove no great barrier.
Ashenfury had seemed excited at the prospect and so, after a brief scan of the bare feet with his goggles' spectral analyzer he promised the orc he would get right on it.
Being an Orc of his word, he did just that. He wandered off to the side of the street and began the warm up sequence on his dimensional ripper. He would require his workshop for this...
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There was water at the windows. It was still something he had not grown accustomed to. He considered this as he watched some fish go by. Oh for certain there had been some damage but it had never occurred to him during the initial construction to make the windows water tight so high off the ground.
He had been forced to do some major renovations after the Cataclysm. Thousand needles, perhaps more than most places, had been forever changed. So instead of having a secret workshop high off the ground inside one of the many so called thousands of needles, he was underwater.
The room was all sleek metal, strangely cut glass and polished hardwood. Tubes glowed, turbines hummed, engines thumped away powering any of a hundred devices in the room. Several mechanical minions moved along the floor, ever on the alert for detritus. The largest mechanical by far and the only one floating lazily off the floor was the unofficial Lord of the Manor, a custom Jeeves model mechagnome wearing the tabard of The Grim.
The Jeeves hovered near his Boss, a piping hot cup of Starfire Expresso at the ready.
Bloodscream took the cup and walked away from the window and towards one of the many tables/machines that filled the room.
“We’re playin with Makertek Jeeves.” He announced sipping from the cup.
“Warm up the molecular agitator and the shaping engines, I’m gunna need central database access on viewcrystals one and two. Grab the scan from Ash’ foot from my goggles and gimme them on three and send all the control modules for relevant machines to crystals four through eight.”
Jeeves was in motion as all mechanical minions converged on the decided work area. Within a few short moments, all that Bloodscream had commanded had come to pass.
“This appears to be a scan of orc feet with some toes missing Boss.” Jeeves declared in his usual monotone croak.
“It is indeed.” The orc replied. “Our parameters are to replace those toes.”
Jeeves barely paused. “Suggested course of action is to contact a shaman.”
Bloodscream chuckled menacingly, he wasn’t mad at anyone, he just had a nasty laugh.
“Funny thing is Jeeves, that is the foot of a shaman.”
Jeeves blinked twice and there was a sharp buzzing sound lasting a mere fraction of a second.
“Irreconcilable logic error. Logic trap seven three four one one activated. Bypassing logic system. “Do not seek to understand the shamen”.
Bloodscream burst out in deep menacing laughter.
“Attaboy Jeeves! You mastered that WAY faster than I did!”
Jeeves blinked twice.
“Thank you Boss. I am only able to perform such incredible feats of mental gymnastics thanks to the peerless skill and tireless efforts of my maker… you.”
Bloodscream grimaced.
“Didn’t I remove your brown nosing protocols?”
“Not entirely Boss, presumably on purpose.”
Bloodscream chuckled again and shrugged.
“Right… we’ll deal with that later I guess.”
It would take a few hours to program the shaper properly to make sure the toes would be a perfect fit. Thankfully, there was no instrument known to Bloodscream more precise than his goggles. Ashenfury had come to him with toes manufactured by this Ugraz he’d been hearing about of late. He had no intention of installing someone elses work nor had he the slightest inclination to trusting the work of any who was not Grim.
He wondered if Ashenfury had understood that in order for this to be fully functional, the installation would require surgery. He designed the anchoring pins that he would have to graft into Ashenfury’s foot bone. He debated if any additional features were needed and realizing that there wasn’t much room in a toe, he settled for plain old mechanical toes.
As he attached the last piece of titanium sheeting to the last toe. He saw that the water outside the windows was becoming brighter.
“Time” he barked under his breath as the goggles flashed the current goblin time. As he had suspected from the light, dawn was upon them, he had worked through the night, hardly the first time.
He placed the toes and pins on the surface of a scanner.
“Right, I’m done, off to get some sleep. Give me a level four scan of all internal components, stress test and a full battery of microscans for fractures and weaknesses on the outer sheathing.”
“Right away Boss.” Came Jeeves monotone as Bloodscream vanished down a hall towards his bed.
Shaman toes were now on the long list of strange things he’d built over the years.
He’d find Ash when he woke up.
He had been forced to do some major renovations after the Cataclysm. Thousand needles, perhaps more than most places, had been forever changed. So instead of having a secret workshop high off the ground inside one of the many so called thousands of needles, he was underwater.
The room was all sleek metal, strangely cut glass and polished hardwood. Tubes glowed, turbines hummed, engines thumped away powering any of a hundred devices in the room. Several mechanical minions moved along the floor, ever on the alert for detritus. The largest mechanical by far and the only one floating lazily off the floor was the unofficial Lord of the Manor, a custom Jeeves model mechagnome wearing the tabard of The Grim.
The Jeeves hovered near his Boss, a piping hot cup of Starfire Expresso at the ready.
Bloodscream took the cup and walked away from the window and towards one of the many tables/machines that filled the room.
“We’re playin with Makertek Jeeves.” He announced sipping from the cup.
“Warm up the molecular agitator and the shaping engines, I’m gunna need central database access on viewcrystals one and two. Grab the scan from Ash’ foot from my goggles and gimme them on three and send all the control modules for relevant machines to crystals four through eight.”
Jeeves was in motion as all mechanical minions converged on the decided work area. Within a few short moments, all that Bloodscream had commanded had come to pass.
“This appears to be a scan of orc feet with some toes missing Boss.” Jeeves declared in his usual monotone croak.
“It is indeed.” The orc replied. “Our parameters are to replace those toes.”
Jeeves barely paused. “Suggested course of action is to contact a shaman.”
Bloodscream chuckled menacingly, he wasn’t mad at anyone, he just had a nasty laugh.
“Funny thing is Jeeves, that is the foot of a shaman.”
Jeeves blinked twice and there was a sharp buzzing sound lasting a mere fraction of a second.
“Irreconcilable logic error. Logic trap seven three four one one activated. Bypassing logic system. “Do not seek to understand the shamen”.
Bloodscream burst out in deep menacing laughter.
“Attaboy Jeeves! You mastered that WAY faster than I did!”
Jeeves blinked twice.
“Thank you Boss. I am only able to perform such incredible feats of mental gymnastics thanks to the peerless skill and tireless efforts of my maker… you.”
Bloodscream grimaced.
“Didn’t I remove your brown nosing protocols?”
“Not entirely Boss, presumably on purpose.”
Bloodscream chuckled again and shrugged.
“Right… we’ll deal with that later I guess.”
It would take a few hours to program the shaper properly to make sure the toes would be a perfect fit. Thankfully, there was no instrument known to Bloodscream more precise than his goggles. Ashenfury had come to him with toes manufactured by this Ugraz he’d been hearing about of late. He had no intention of installing someone elses work nor had he the slightest inclination to trusting the work of any who was not Grim.
He wondered if Ashenfury had understood that in order for this to be fully functional, the installation would require surgery. He designed the anchoring pins that he would have to graft into Ashenfury’s foot bone. He debated if any additional features were needed and realizing that there wasn’t much room in a toe, he settled for plain old mechanical toes.
As he attached the last piece of titanium sheeting to the last toe. He saw that the water outside the windows was becoming brighter.
“Time” he barked under his breath as the goggles flashed the current goblin time. As he had suspected from the light, dawn was upon them, he had worked through the night, hardly the first time.
He placed the toes and pins on the surface of a scanner.
“Right, I’m done, off to get some sleep. Give me a level four scan of all internal components, stress test and a full battery of microscans for fractures and weaknesses on the outer sheathing.”
“Right away Boss.” Came Jeeves monotone as Bloodscream vanished down a hall towards his bed.
Shaman toes were now on the long list of strange things he’d built over the years.
He’d find Ash when he woke up.