Tirisana Bloodsear

Tirisana Bloodsear
Tirisana Bloodsear
@tirisana#46
2017-12-10 22:38:58

Deliverance

I’d been hunting Wretched for a couple of weeks when this guy looks me up and says he has a job if I’m interested. And I’m interested because turning in ears is pretty boring and doesn’t pay all that well. Turns out the job is finding a guy who owes him a lot of money. It’s even mostly legal since the guy has a warrant and everything, just needs someone to find the deadbeat and haul his ass back to Silvermoon.

So I look at the client and I say, “What’s the catch?” because otherwise he wouldn’t be hiring someone like me. The catch is that the guy’s hightailed it for some shithole way the hell out in the Ghostlands and the client can’t find anyone willing to go after him on account of the Ghostlands are still pretty dangerous.

I tell the client I didn’t think there was much of anything left in the Ghostlands and he says he didn’t think so either but this place is so far back in the sticks that even the Scourge didn’t find it. And I tell him it’s going to be extra on account of the travel time not to mention having to deal with the deadbeat’s inbred, tooth-sucking relatives, and the client makes a face and says, yeah he figured as much, and pays me a decent amount upfront.

Two days later I’m a day and a half out of Tranquilien and thinking that I should have charged that bastard twice as much because it’s rained the whole time and I’m soaked to the skin and what passes for a road is nothing but mud. My horse snorts and rolls an eye at me which I’m pretty sure is the horse equivalent of cussing me out. I just pat her on the neck and promise her a nice warm stable sometime soon. Pretty soon though I see some houses through the rain and the road dumps me out into Riverwood which is the name of the place I’m looking for.

Just like I expect, the place is a dump. A bunch of mostly falling down houses around what passes for a square. Probably didn’t look that great even before the War. Still, there’s something about the place that gives me the creeps and I file that feeling away because paying attention to stuff like that has kept me alive. I’m going to have to tread carefully, the deadbeat’s probably related to half the village and I can’t take them all on because I didn’t come loaded for bear.

I look around for an inn and don’t see one, so I look around until I find one of the locals. He isn’t drooling, which is a start, but he looks about as sharp as a sack of rocks. I ask him what’s around.

“We don’t much like strangers ‘round these parts.” He tells me,which is fine because I don’t much like him either. I open my mouth to tell him I’ll be gone soon as my business is done when something heavy smacks me in the back of the head and I go down into the mud. I take a couple more shots before I can do anything and it all goes black.

I wake up with a splitting headache. At least I’m not dead, I think, hurts too fucking much to be dead. Wherever I am is dark, someone’s cellar judging by the smell. There’s a little bit of light but it swims when I try to focus on it which means I probably have a concussion. I recognize the symptoms, having had a few.

I try to touch my head and realize the bastards have tied my hands. Well, first things first. I channel a little Naaru juice and the ache in my head drops to a dull roar and the bits of light stop moving around so much. The idiots missed the knife in my boot so it only takes a minute to get my hands free. There’s a pretty good lump on my head so I channel a little more Light until that goes away and takes the headache with it.

I check myself over, pissed off that I let a bunch of hayseeds get the drop on me, which I blame on a lack of booze. They’ve taken my belt which means no sword and no money. It also means they’ve got the warrant which means they know why I’m here, assuming any of them can read. If they’re smart, they’ll hold me for a day or two and let the deadbeat get a head start on my horse. Something about this place tells me they’re not that smart.

So I put up a ball of light and take a look around. Yeah, it’s someone’s cellar all right. The door’s barred but there’s a enough of a gap that I can get my knife in and pop the bar off. I open the door and take a look and there’s maybe a dozen hicks standing around jabbering at each other. A few have big sticks and one of the fuckers has my sword and there’s a pitchfork or two, but nothing serious in the way of weaponry. I am righteously pissed off at this point so I let a off a big shot of juice and the ground lights up. Most of the rubes take off running but a couple of them stand there screeching and trying to figure out what the fuck hurts so much. The asshole with my sword is waving it around like a piece of wood, which really pisses me off, so I drop a shitton of Light on his head and he stands there looking dazed until I kick him in the balls and take my sword back.  Then I kick him again for messing with my sword.

Even this bunch of inbred morons have figured out they’ve messed with the wrong person so they stand around shuffling their feet until I ask who’s in charge. There’s a bunch of hemming and hawing until they admit that there really isn’t anyone except for some guy in a cave up the hill who’s kind of the big cheese.

I head that way, making sure to keep the locals where I can see them, until I find a path at the edge of town. I follow it, twisting and turning up the side of the hill. There’s a sound and a couple of shapes stagger out of the bushes. Zombies, the smell gives them away before I see them. I don’t even slow down, just zap the buggers while I’m walking. The path ends at the opening to a small cave where someone’s been taking decorating lessons from Undercity.

“Great,” I think to myself, “A Lich King wannabe.” But I’d been pretty sure of that since seeing the zombies.

The necromancer’s some scrawny little bastard who looks barely old enough to shave; or maybe that’s just me getting old. However old he is, he doesn’t look happy to see me.

“You dare to disturb The Great Xarthax?” The way he says it, you can hear the capital letters.

I try not to roll my eyes too hard and point at the cage in the corner where there’s a guy in city clothes looking scared shitless.

“I’m here for the deadbeat.” I tell him.

“What?” He frowns and says, “His destiny is to feed my creations, as shall you.”

“No dice.” I tell him, because I am not planning on feeding anybody but myself and maybe that bartender with the tight ass I saw the other night. “I’m taking him back to Silvermoon.”

His reply is to chuck a ball of glowing green stuff at my head, which I dodge, and for the next couple of minutes I’m pretty busy fending off zombies and dodging spells. Between the two of us, it’s a fireworks show; with zombie parts flying through the air whenever one of them walks into the line of fire.

He starts to wind up for a big spell to finish me off and that’s when I hit him with one of mine and he stops in mid-syllable with a puzzled look on his face. He’s still looking puzzled a second later when his head is bouncing along the ground.

With necro boy dead, cleaning up the rest of the zombies is a piece of cake, and the yokels pitch in and help burn the bodies. They don’t actually thank me, but I get the feeling that they’re just as glad to be rid of him. Turns out he had a bit of cash stashed away, which I take for my trouble and the rest of my stuff magically reappears from somewhere.

I ask the deadbeat if he’s going to give me any trouble and he’s all “No ma’am, not a bit ma’am.” Which is good because I’m not in the mood to take any shit. Personally, I think he’s just happy not to be zombie chow. Long story short, I get him back to Silvermoon, the client’s happy enough to give me a bonus, and I head out to get drunk and see if I can hook up with that cute bartender..

Comments

OOC Satore Stillwater
Satore Stillwater · @satore#1
2017-12-11 06:11:35

Good job, paladin!

"aka" Heulwen
Heulwen · @heulwen#67
2017-12-15 10:34:36

I love noir-style voices, and this one's just dandy! Enjoyable from beginning to end, please write more soon :)

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Tirisana Bloodsear
Blood Elf Blood Knight
Age Mature
Eye Color Green
Height Average
Body shape Muscular
Residence Silvermoon