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Onaron · Joined: 26 May 2008 Posts: 27

Whatever has brought you to Stormwind is your own business, but as you wander the streets you sense a commotion up ahead. Moving on to investigate you find that the soldiers have cordoned off a section of the path. You tune your ears to the gabbling voices around you, hoping to hear some truth in the gossip - "...escaped prisoner!", "Horde spy.", "...don't know.", "Thank the Light for the guards!", "...to kill the King! Where ever he is...", "...invisibility." That last word is interesting and not only because, pressed up against the edge of the onlookers, it was the only word spoken from behind you. You glance backward, nonchalantly, to see two dwarves talking as they absent mindedly round the nearest corner. The more stout one questions his younger companion, "Invisibility?"
"Aye." You see now that the younger one is holding a vial, showing it to his superior who rubs his chin,
"Where'd ya say ye got it?"
"Big fella; Draenei. Selling' 'em out o' the Mage's quarter."
The older one's eyes open, "What're ye doin' in the Mage's quarter?"
The younger is silent for a moment as the pair stop instinctively before the obstruction without looking up, "I got lost."
"Oh, yer a worry. If yer mother weren't such a great sister, I'd..."
The smaller one continues with renewed vigour, "But that's no all - he's got plenty o' different potions an' stuff!" he hands the older one the vial of 'invisibility' and begins to ruffle through his bag. The older one examines the vial he's been handed with scepticism, "A Draenei, ye say?"
"Aye. Ona... Ono... somethin'... Onaron! Thas' it!" It's a few moments before the younger one gets up again, holding another vial and showin' it proudly to his companion.
"What does that'n do?"
A slight pause, "I'm no sure." The older one sighs but the younger one continues, "The Big Blue said somethin' abou' bein' one wi' the water - I think i' gets ya through the water. Faster."
"A'right."
"And this!" He dives back into his bag before pulling out another vial, this ones a burning orange, "This'un increases yer fire power!" The older one grabs it, examining it with the other two,
"You mean it makes yer shot better? A potion for yer blunderbus?"
"Er, no. What i' means i' tha' if'n ye be a mage, ye can make stronger fire!"
The older one raises an eyebrow and turns his attention to his nephew, "An' are ye a mage now, lad?" The younger one's face sinks as his uncle tosses the vials back into the back pack from whence they came. The younger one tries to speak, "Well, no. But I thought tha'..", but he's interrupted, "It's a waste o' time, lad. Ye been swindled!"
The younger one quickly replaces his pack and starts after his uncle who has begun to wander off, "No! I got one 'ere that'll cure yer ills as well! True as I'm standin' 'ere!"
Before long, they're both out of sight. The voice of a guard now become prevalent, "Move on, citizens! Nothing more to see here..." The crowd begins to disperse, and through their parting heads you manage to see what they were all crowding around - a guard leans over two bodies laying in the street. She leans down, putting her hand to their bloodied forms before bringing her fingers to her lips, "Just as I thought," she says, "it's nothing but a heap of root sauce." She waves her nose over the face of one of the 'bodies', "And a mess of whisky besides." She stands, visibly annoyed. Another guard stoops down to pick up the first body, "Dang drunks! Back to the hole with you, to sleep it off." The other guard picks up the other body and it seems as if it's all over. You sigh and walk off, in a direction of your own devising.

((OOC: This is not the beginning of a plot line, just, well, an advertisement of sorts. It's also an attempt at beginning a reputation that I would like Onron to one day have. He can also be a tricky guy to find, as though he does live in the Mage's quarter, he's out and about a lot. Some inquiry in the area will allow you to leave a note, or even just a message with anyone at the apothacary in the area. In regards to the above, I do not intend to play your character for you, and the above does not have to be you at all. There are a myriad of different ways that, if you're interested, you may have heard about the Draenei who sells potions. Take it or leave it at your will - Onaron has a little ways to go yet before he's making the really good stuff, anyways! There is a plot I'm thinking up for the future, but that will come in time. Hope you're well - take care!))
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Brenry · Joined: 30 Apr 2008 Posts: 96

((Nice little story ya got here.))

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