((just a quick summary of the hilarity at the Keel last night
))
It had started with the Elf. Demanding attention, he had set her tusks itching with his cold clipped tones, telling her what to do in her own place. He’d asked that she gave Ryleen a drink from him…a thankyou for what she’d done to him in their last encounter. Then he’d planned to kill her.
Her fur bristled at the arrogance of it. The Warlord of the Heritage, surrounded by her friends had dealt with him in the calm manner that Shaman had come to know well. Eventually though, tiring of his insistence, the blue haired mage gave him what he wanted. After she’d dealt with the fool, Ryleen headed home, her new Champion in tow and Vypra and her customers went back to their business.
They’d only had a few seconds warning before the House had marched into town, throwing their weight around as if they had authority there. In outrage, she’d yelled at Archnazg and his minions to get the hell out of the town but they had the Inn surrounded. Their plan: to take all trolls and members of the Heritage into custody.
Glancing round quickly, she’d seen that among those present there was herself, a troll from the Blackhands who she quickly lost sight of and Haradar…the Orc from the Heritage. Realising that Arshes was speaking to her she marched outside and turned to face her. The woman had said something about not making a fuss and going with them. ‘Vekk dat’ she’d spat and with an ostentatious clap of thunder, she’d shifted to wolf-form and ran.
From the hill above the Keel she watched the rest of the drama play out. There were a few scuffles between the bully-boys from the House and a couple of her customers but when they finally left, the House didn’t seem to have taken anybody with them. No doubt they would be sneering and calling her coward right now for her flight but she’d stopped them getting what they wanted and with the attack on the Alliance ahead, preventing their forces from going into the battle already injured was the main thing.
Pulling on her armour, she put thoughts of the Forsaken out of her mind. She had more important things to do this day…but by the Loa, she would not be satisfied until she saw pieces of Archnazg’s dismembered corpse nailed to the walls of Orgrimmar and his shrunken head, swinging from her belt!
(( i know its not likely to happen...but a girl can dream
))
Subject: Broken faction 
