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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Rane
Location
: Shattrath - World's End Tavern
Rane facepalmed again, taking a step to Zeke so that his words would only be heard by the other, and would not create a time paradox.
"He helps that demon hunter fellow to destroy Forge Camps of the Legion. A
demon hunter
, Zeke."
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Behelich
Character
: Rane
Location
: Shattrath - World's End Tavern
"Maybe. Provided we give him that chance. We give him the reagents, watch him do his job and walk away. What can possibly go wrong?"
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Behelich
Character
: Rane
Location
: Shattrath - World's End Tavern
"You know what? Fine, you make all the plans, we'll follow them. There. Done caring," Rane said suddenly, turning back to Sal'salabim.
"I'll return once I meet that sporeling and that bird," he said, mentally replacing 'once' with 'if ever'. Spitting out profanities, the sith walked up to the bar stand and ordered the local analogue of B-52.
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Behelich
Character
: Rane
Location
: Shattrath - World's End Tavern
"He's being reasonable and that's what drives me crazy," Rane replied, setting his drink aflame and sucking it in trough the smoldering tube.
"Sacred wind."
"I beg your pardon?" the barkeep raised her eyebrows, blinking at the sith.
"Wrong language, dammit...
Kamikaze
."
Sal'salabim shrugged. The next instant a gun was pressed against the earther's chest.
"You upset my new friend," the mo'arg said quietly.
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Behelich
Character
: Rane
Location
: Shattrath - World's End Tavern
"That fellow over there," Rane pointed at Sal'salabim's corner, without bothering to look, "Can craft me a weapon I need. There's a tiny little smallest problem, though - he's, technically, a demon, never mind the fact he's not one of the Legionnaires. And obviously our mister paladin is upset about talking to demons doing their demonic thingies."
"Tsk-tsk," Sal'salabim shook his head, jerking the gun up a little bit. Several ducts opened, releasing painfully hot torrents of steam.
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Character
: Rane
Location
: Shattrath - World's End Tavern
Deliberately slowly, the sith turned his head to face the dwarf. Unholy yellow flames of the Dark filled his eyes, and deep shadows lay beneath them, contrasting with his now sickeningly greenish-white skin.
R
EALLY.
"Alright, enough, the two of you."
A heavy hand of a Broken houseman landed on Zeke's shoulder.
"Get lost before we call the Peacekeepers. Two will leave, and then we're only letting one of you back."
Sal'salabim muttered something in Eredun, standing up from the ogre he had landed on.
"I have a room here, y'know,"
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Behelich
Character
: Rane
Location
: Shattrath - World's End Tavern
H
E KEEPS ME AROUND FOR THE VERY SAME REASON
I
AM STILL HERE AND HAVE NOT ABANDONED YOU LOT FOR GOOD - IT IS WHAT WE HAVE TO DO.
W
E ARE THE EARTHERS.
I
T IS OUR DUTY TO DEFEND EACH OTHER AGAINST THIS WORLD.
Rane's shadow grew, becoming viscous and almost touchable, taking on bizarre shapes and crawling up the sith's legs, enveloping his not unlike another robe.
W
ERE IT NOT FOR THIS DUTY
I
AM BOUND BY,
I
WOULD HAVE ALREADY LEFT YOU.
"Weeks or not, you're going to damage some more, I can see it. Get out and settle your problems there," the Broken growled.
"After you," Sal'salabim sneered, bowing mockingly, gun in his hand. "Promise not to shoot you in the back."
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Character
: Rane
Location
: Shattrath - World's End Tavern
A
GAIN, YOU STUPID DWARF.
I
HAVE NEVER BEFORE SEEN THE
H
YPER IN MY LIFE, BUT SHE IS STILL A GIRL NOT OLD ENOUGH TO BUY HER OWN BEER, GOD DAMN IT TO HELL.
I
HAVE TO PROTECT HER.
H
AVING INTEGRITY SUCKS.
Rane downed another shot.
The Broken ones sighed simultaneously, and threw Zeke out of the Tavern.
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Character
: Rane
Location
: Shattrath - World's End Tavern
F
EEL LIKE TAKING OUT A SWORD AND BUTCHERING SOME XENOMORPHS JUST TO FEEL THEIR FEAR?
F
EELING LIKE ELECTROCUTING A DRAENEI TO SEE HIM QUAVER IN PAIN JUST TO FEED ON IT?
T
HIS IS WHAT
I
WANT - BUT DOING THAT IS WRONG.
"Still want to charge in and strike me down, would you?
Alien
," Sal'salabim sneered, his gun ready to shoot.
"What has Draenor done to deserve the likes of you coming from your planets to wreak havoc here?"
The black charger snorted amusedly.
"You think you're so righteous, so lawful. Let me tell you exactly who you are - a blind, overly-fervent, racist teenager who by chance alone has access to the ley lines."
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Post by
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Character
: Rane
Location
: Shattrath - World's End Tavern
B
AD?
T
HERE'S NO
GOOD
OR
BAD
.
T
HERE'S ONLY POWER - AND THOSE TOO WEAK TO CRAVE IT.
Rane downed another shot, shaking his head.
"At risk?"
Mo'arg let out a gurgling laugh - while still aiming at Zeke's heart.
"Do tell me, how can this humble engineer put at risk someone like
our
friend. All he wants is me crafting that weapon - and in exchange he's willing to collect my money from those who owe me.
That's right, they owe me but they fled with my money. Or, do you think that merely because I'm a mo'arg I don't deserve private property?"
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