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Ziah strolled through Farstrider Square rummaging in the large bag she carried. She stopped in the middle of the square and looked around, then headed for the back of the weaponsmith's caravan.
She pulled a large piece of rolled up parchment out of her bag and carefully unrolled it, holding it up against the wall and smiling approvingly. Taking a small hammer out of her bag and a handful of tacks from her pocket, she proceeded to nail it to the wall.
As she worked a fair-haired Silvermoon guardian came into the square and, attracted by the sound of tapping, peered around the side of the caravan to find the source of the noise.
He frowned as he saw what was going on and, as Ziah knocked in the last tack and stood back to admire the brightly coloured poster now firmly attached to the wall, the guard tapped her on the shoulder.
"Shorel'aran - what are you doing? This is vandalism," he snapped as she turned to face him, gesturing to the poster.
Ziah sighed and replaced the hammer in her bag where a dozen more rolled up posters lay. "This isn't vandalism, it's O Tal Nor," she replied, pointing to the words on the poster.
"What do you take me for? The festival of the new day hasn't been celebrated in years - since before the scourge came," the guardian replied, looking sceptically at the poster, which declared the festival celebrations would be taking place the following month.
The rogue sighed again at the stupidity of the city guards. "Well I know that," she replied scornfully. "But obviously it's been ressurected. And we have permission to publicise it however we like within the city. I have special permission from the magistrix."
The guard raised one eyebrow doubtfully and moved forward to read the poster. Ziah stepped back to let him get closer.
"Hmm... It seems to be alright, but I shall still have to check your permission to display these notices in the city," he told her. "You'll have to come with me to the magistrix."
He turned around but the rogue had disappeared. From the far end of the square he thought he heard laughter, but he couldn't see anyone there. Sighing despondantly he turned back to the poster, then smiled as he read through the small print - it sounded like it would be an interesting evening.
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"What is that noise?!" Lynnora exclaimed, looking up from her notepad.
She was sitting at a table inside the inn in Ratchet discussing plans for the celebrations of O Tal Nor. She had been delegated with providing fireworks, and had been deep in discussion with one of the goblin engineers about the best way to make green flares when the screaming and thudding noises started up outside the tavern.
She put down her pen and, followed by a slightly nervous Engineer Fizzlesprank, went to the doorway of the inn.
The sight that met their eyes seemed to be a cross between a scrapyard and a butchery.
A large chainmail-clad orc was standing surrounded by a pile of metal that looked as if it had once been a mechanohog, and an equally large pile of squishy red objects that looked as if it might once have been goblins.
Another dark haired blood elf came out of a hut on the far side of the docks, also drawn by the noise. She had a curious look on her face, and her dagger was drawn as if she was expecting trouble. Not that Lynn was surprised - Ziah always seemed to be in trouble of some sort.
The orc let you a bloodcurdling yell pulling both blood elves' attention back to him. Lynn wrinkled her nose as the sea breeze blew the sickly smell of goblin blood towards her. As they both watched, the orc turned on a pair of goblins who were trying to sneak around him to get away and slashed wildly at them with an axe, killing one instantly. At least, Lynn assumed he was dead - she'd never seen a living goblin without a head at any rate. The axe had ended its swing in the leg of the second goblin, which shrieked in pain.
Opposite Lynn, Ziah wrinkled her nose in distaste and rummaged in her small belt pouch where she always kept a supply of lotions and potions. "Keep him busy!" she mouthed to Lynn, as she pulled in the light towards her and faded from view.
"Hey, you, you disgusting lump of flesh!" Lynn yelled in Orcish at the lumbering brute. He turned in surprise to see who would be brave - or foolish - enough to address him in such an impolite way. "What are you doing?" the elf continued. "Why are you doing this to all these poor goblins?"
The orc yanked his axe out of the leg of the goblin, who squeaked loudly as he did, and wiped the blood off on his tabard, which declared him to be a member of the Ashen Order.
"'Ate'm," he rumbled.
"You eat them?" Lynn replied, shocked. Behind the orc she caught a glimpse of Ziah slipping back into view as she bandaged the injured goblin's leg.
"'Ate'm, wanna kill 'em all," the orc answered.
"Oh, you
hate them," Lynn said, light dawning at last, and then jumping out of the way as the orc picked up the decapitated head of one of the unfortunate goblins and hurled it at a gnome who was in the crowd which had gathered. It splatted on the floor in front of the gnome's feet, spilling blood and brains all over his shoes. A nervous laugh rose from the crowd in response, but the orc wasn't paying them any attention.
"But why? Who are you?" she asked, trying to get some sense out of the orc.
"Kretch," he replied, putting away his axe and pulling out a sword. The crowd pushed back as he testing the blade and gave it a few test swings.
"Is there any chance I can persuade you to
not slaughtered these goblins?" Lynn asked, despairing of ever distracting the orc.
"No," he replied monosyllabically, lowering his sword and unleasing a shockwave on a young Draenei who had made the mistake of entering the walkway at that moment. As the Draenei crumpled to the floor Lynn finally lost her temper with the muscle-bound warrier.
"I should crown you 'Kretch, Murderer of many Goblins and One Draenei'!" she almost shouted. "Could you stop your mindless slaughter of these poor goblins before you chop them all to bits?"
Kretch waved his sword around unsteadily and blinked, and for a moment Lynn feared that he may be about to turn her into elf sushi. Her hand slid to the dagger beneath her dark red robe, but before she had a chance to draw the blade the orc relaxed and lowered his weapons.
"What you want?" he growled at her.
"I'd like you to calm down and leave the goblins alone," she told him. "I'm trying to conduct business here, and I can't very well do that if you're killing the people I'm trying to do business with!"
"Dey busted my ride," the orc replied, gesturing violently towards the heap of metal. "Bit fell offa it an' den it crashed."
Lynn breathed a sigh of relief. So that was what the matter was. That was easily fixed. She held out her hands in what she hoped the orc would take as a gesture of friendship.
"Some of the goblins here are excellent engineers," she told him. "Including Mr Fizzlesprank here," she indicated the frightened goblin peeping out from behind the doorway of the inn. "If you let them take a look at your hog I'm sure they could fix it for you - free of charge, of course."
The orc hesitated for a moment. "Dey make it work again?" he growled.
Lynn nodded. "It will take them some time though," she added. "So while they work, why don't we go into the Broken Keel for a drink or two."
The orc nodded, licking his lips at the thought of a large flagon of ale. Lynn stepped back to let him through and as she did felt something press into her hand.
"Something to help him relax," Lynn heard Ziah's voice in her ear, although the rogue had disappeared from view again.
"Is 'relax' a euphamism?" she asked, knowing a little of the way Ziah's mind worked.
She got no reply except a laugh, and shrugged as she followed the orc into the inn. It looked as if the fireworks would have to wait - first there would be a body to dispose of...
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