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    Golden Pearls!~

    in CS Market

    Posted

    Ifin anybudy finds any ub dese, ah would be most appreciative fer dem!  Tryin tah make Mooncloth Robes fer dah Guild, but each robe needs two pearls!  Dah mooncloth I only ken make slowly, but still, ifin yah find pearls, I would be most appreciative ub dem!

    Well then the Robe would be all yours ::grins:: Ah have plenty of runecloth (trying to get that damned Crusader enchant)

    Golden Pearls!~

    in CS Market

    Posted

    Ifin anybudy finds any ub dese, ah would be most appreciative fer dem! Tryin tah make Mooncloth Robes fer dah Guild, but each robe needs two pearls! Dah mooncloth I only ken make slowly, but still, ifin yah find pearls, I would be most appreciative ub dem!

    Death is not a forever affair

    in CS The Fire Pit

    Posted

    Into Orgrimmar Maube strode, following a proud Orc wearing a res tabard on which was embroidered a broken skull. No longer did the young mage feel outcast by the other members of the racial alliance. Here was a Clan that was willing to extend the offer of friendship and comraderiere with an undead mage. The Orcish chieftan Volonazra escorted the young mage to the Crusher encampment. Eyes wide, Maube looked at the motley assortment of Orcs, Trolls, Tauren and even one or two of the Forsaken. However, the small cluster of the undead were set apart, probably by their own choosing.

    Even in this clan, the distrust of the Forsaken was there, but not as strongly as some of the other groups who roamed Azeroth. Maube looked at her new Chieftan with a measure of respect. Surely these Horde would not have allowed Forsaken within their midst without Volonazra championing them...

    Times were changing, and not just for those who were now wandering with an unnatural unlife... but for all the races of Azeroth. The Warlord Thrall understood this, which is why he urged his followers to accept the change and push on to a better alliance among the 'bestial' races of Azeroth. Chief Volonazra understood this as well, which is why Maube found herself suddenly immersed in the culture of the Orcs.

    Shyly, Maube curtsied to those assembled. "Greetings mah companions, ah be Maube! Ifin yah evah needin mah magickin skills, please dunnae hesitate tah ask.."

    And so Maube began her learning of the dialects and mannerisms of her new found clan. Something she was sure her mentor back in Brill would appreciate. Since Orc's really had no written history, Maube decided to keep a record of her dealings with them, in hopes of proving her worth.

    Elated, Maube went to the Auction house to look at the wares for sale there. With her small savings, she was able to find a new walking staff, with a glowing crystal on the top no less! Quite amused and very happy, the young mageling wandered about, just taking in the sites.

    Orgrimmar was the biggest city she had ever seen. Sure Ironforge and Stormwind were rumored to be very large and complex, surely more aethsetically pieced together, Maube did not care. Those cities were beyond her reach when she was alive... and now that she was undead, such dreams of seeing those cities were far beyond her bony clutch.

    After spending her meager savings, Maube took a pallet in the Skullcrusher compound, no sense in rushing back to Brill with all the excitement still coursing through her. Stay here in Orgrimmar for another night... sleeping under the stars. The steady snores and grunts around her were comforting, she knew she would make these new clan mates of hers respect her some day, she would show her honor, but also her strengths.

    And so she slept... dreamlessly.

    At first light she awoke to a horn blast. Sitting up she noticed the encampment was empty save for her.

    Gathering her few belongings she loped out into the main clearing where a large group of the Horde were gathered around a huge Bonfire. The Warlord Thrall stood on a podium, a gnarled old Forsaken standing beside him.

    "It is time for you to prove your worth to us!' The old Forsaken rasped, slamming his stave upon the ground to get attention. "Brill has been attacked and the inhabitants slaughtered! We need reinforcements to push the Alliance scum from our shores!"

    Maube's world suddenly went dark... "Brill has been attacked and the inhabitants slaughtered!" Maube sunk to her knees...

    Her home. Her mentor...

    A rough hand rested on her shoulder. Maube blinked back tears to look into the eyes of a kindly Orc Shaman, once more, that broken skull smiled at her from the Orc's tabard. Maube couldnt even talk... she was so very upset.

    "nub worree deadie. Crushers be abul tah clomp dem humies."

    Maube nodded, and slowly stood, a small flicker of hope growing within her... "Meybe mah mentor... meybe he got out in time..."

    The Orc nodded and pointed towards the entrance of Org. "Take dah flyin ting. go see, ah cum wit latz. Ah be Muru. Me help latz."

    Maube stumbled after the orc, barely aware of her surroundings.

    The blimp ride was the longest of Maube's life...

    But once she arrived... only devastaton greeted her. Brill was massacred... again.

    But this time... it was the people... who once were her own brethren... who destroyed all she knew... for what? The fear of something different.

    The orc once more put his hand on her shoulder, giving her a gentle squeeze. Maube gritted her teeth and stood.

    "The Alliance will pay for this atrocity. I swear it upon my very soul."

    To be continued...

    Last nights WSG runs...

    in CS Base camp

    Posted

    Aye! Dah Crushah's be steam rollin dem Alliance! Ah hear dat Tazzak, Katakorintha an our newest Crusha Vanidi, were tearin up dah Gulch fer dah little Crushahs!

    8-0 at last count... dah Alliance fear dem!

    Goooooo Crushahs! Clomp dem Alliance! :yub::yub:

    Death is not a forever affair

    in CS The Fire Pit

    Posted

    Apocatherapy Helbrim studied the herbs that Maube had brought him, and then shook his head.

    "Well m'dear, I fear I am going to need more then a couple of hours to study these samples you brought, why dont you go explore The Barrens, go visit Thunder Bluff or even Orgrimmar, surely there you could find some trinket or toy, we may be dead, but that doesnt mean we should forgo all simple pleasures." The Forsakken smiled at the young mageling, offering her a small purse. "This is for bringing the herbs straight away and not doddling. Go enjoy yourself Lass... but be careful... Many of the Horde do not trust us yet... best just to stay out of their way."

    "ah will sah! Promise!" Excited, Maube chatted with the Flightmaster to get directions to ThunderBluff, the city of the Tauren. Even when she was still living, the Tauren were not as fearful as the Orcs and Trolls had been, they understood the balance of nature, and being a farmer's daughter, Maube could relate to the Tauren, the Druidical race of the Horde.

    Tucking the small coin purse into the sleeve of her robes Maube started to head south, towards Mulgore when a large shadow blocked the brightness of the mid morning sun. A huge orc towered over her, his face twisted into an ugly smile.

    "Wud latz see dis... a pushdug deadie. Deadie needz lernun! Deadie needz a clompin. No like Deadie!" Slowly a vicious sword was released from it's scabbard, eyes of the orc going crazed. Maube sputtered and backed up, hands held out in front of her pleadingly.

    "'Scuze me Sah... didnae mean tah get in yer way... ah be on mine now..."

    The orc advanced, spittle collecting in the corner of his mouth as he swung his sword back... Maube cringed and backpedaled further knowing that this orc wasnt right in the head. Suddenly the Orc was tackled to the ground. Orcish guards loomed over the frenzied orc who started to curse and lash out, trying to get to the frightened Maube.

    "Der be nub clompin here. Dis be a safe plaac! Moob ewt!" The guard kicked the fallen orc in the side before the orc scrambled away, shooting Maube dirty looks. Maube heaved a sigh of relief, apparently Helgrim was right, some of the Horde still did not trust their new allies the Forsakken.

    I will give them cause to remembah mah name! I swear it! An I will make shure tah grow in mah powahs so I ken no more be pushed around...

    She felt eyes on her... Maube turned to look into the shadows where an older Orc was watchin her. Maube curtsied prettily and rearranged her robes. For once she was glad she was a deadie... no need to worry about her skin betraying her emotions, no more blushes or going pale... now to only control her facial features... another task to work on.

    The Orc hidden in the shadows stepped forwards. About his broad chest there was a crimson tabard etched with a broken skull. He smiled kindly at the young mage.

    Maube was startled at his lack of scorn towards her, even those orcs who were not openly hostile at her did not look upon her with the respect one would give a comrade. This strange orc did...

    "Ug Deadie. Ah be Volonazra, Cheef ub da SkullCrushers. We be lukin fer magukers, an luk like latz needz a hum. Wuld yah likin ta be Crusher?" Maube was taken aback, this Orc was inviting her, a deadie to join his clan...

    Maube knew about the Clans of the Orcs... they were groups of the Horde that were brothers... and sisters... in arms. A family of sorts, a close knit group. Never had she heard of a Clan accepting a Forsakken... thinking this was a cruel joke, Maube shook her head silently and backed away.

    "No thank you sah... I be jus visiting dese parts..."

    The Orc chuckled and nodded. "Well be tinkin un it. Ah be in Tuch." And off he strode, not bothering to look back.

    Maube stood stunned... was he actually serious? Hesitantly she called out, "Sah?"

    The Orc turned, his footsteps were slow, as if he knew that she was going to beseach him. "Yub?"

    nibbling on her lower lip, Maube tucked her hands into the sleeves of her robes. "Mehbe ah like dat... verah much... Ahm Maube by dah way..." Scuffing her foot in the sand, she waited for the laughter and derision as she was turned down.

    Volonazra nodded solemly. "Den latz hav protection of Clan. Welkum Maube. Yah be now a Skull Crusher!"

    to be continued...

    Clan Skullcrusher Crafters

    in CS Market

    Posted · Edited by Maube

    Tailoring: All Bags save Bottomless, Flarecore lovelys, Mooncloth save the circle

    24 Slot Enchanting and Herbalist bags, Sylvan crown, Sylvan Shoulders, Gaea's Embrace, Glacial Gloves, Glacial Bracers

    Enchanter (Fiery, Icey specialties) Always free with mats, just ask! Or if you dont have mats... donate wildvine and mageweave so ah ken make dah gloves that DE into Shards!

    +22 Int +15 Agi, +15 Str, +20 Spirit, +22 Agi 2hander

    Hallelujah

    in Chit-Chat

    Posted

    ::laughs:: I think this was actually recordings of the preacher that had those great pauses and moments to insert farts... because those arent normal farts ::laughs:: Or rather... those sound like Sharts!

    If you dont know what a Shart is... you need to watch Along Came Polly :)

    Wednesday 11/23

    in CS Base camp

    Posted

    Poor Huato...

    Luckily that is my day off, but I gotta clean the house for Turkey day... just found out one of the guardians of one of our residents brought in a 10lb turkey for all the staff :) And I already bought my turkey... so that means two turkeys to cook :laugh:

    If anyone is in the New Haven CT area and wants some home cookin, just lemme know ::laughs::Hubby and I cant eat all that turkey by ourselves...

    Bags

    in CS Market

    Posted

    I cant make the mooncloth bags yet... but I have been making mooncloth for a couple of weeks now... of course with that four day timer I dont have all that much of the stuph!

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