Doublehex

It's up. It's called the Elder Stone.

Prologue In the world of Azeroth, Where adventure is many, An old seer tells an ancient tale, of old gods in strife, and a conspiracy of all. The old captain had a gray beard that alot of captains seemed to have: gray, unkempt, dirty, and smelled like sea weed. The assasin. who called himself only Black, had his cap on, along with his red scarf, to cover practicly all of his facial features. Secrecy was vital to the assasin, for he made all too many enemies over the years, and all would be all too happy to plunge a knife in his heart. The captain coughed on his pipe as he listened to the assasin's attempt to bribe him into transporting him to the Fallen Wood Islands. Not only is it expensive-the tavarn the two were taking in was in the southern strip of Aladun, in a dock city of Allerstine. It will be expensive to gather supplies for such a trip. "So just let me get this straight, Black. Ya want me to transport you half way across the world, to one of the most dangerous, forsaken places on Adune, with my only hope of payent being that I might get my payment after your next job?" "That would be correct, Qeraph." "I've heard alot of tales about you Black. I hear that once you killed a politcan's entire family for sixty silver and a good horse, so that the politican would keep his mouth shut about a dictator's rising in a now deceased kingdom. That true?" The assasin only nodded. "I've also heared that yer once butchered a farmer, because he had a map that led to a treasure than an employer of yer's wanted. That true as well?" Again, the assasin only nodded. "And, I heard that you once killed a noble, because he was to report of illegial traficing. Is that true as well?" Once again, the assasin only nodded. "However" the captain almost seemed to said with relied in his voice, "I have heard that when you heard that a child molester killed a homeless child you gave an apple to in the streets of Sha'Vanaar, you hunted him down, and handed him over to the authorties. That true as well, assasin?" "Yeah, it is" the assasin said with a whisper. "And that bloody ###### deserved more, but justice and vengeance are two diffrent things" "You know, assasin, I serve only good people, and I trust only really good people. And to me, you seem to be either one or the other. Which one are ya?" The assasin went back on his chair, put his feet against the tabel, and looked out the stone glassless window of the pub into the starfull night. "I'd say I'm who you think I am." The captain put his pint down, and brought his face so close to the assasin's, that you could of seen spots of beer on the captain's beard. "I think you are a really good person, assasin. And I trust really good people." The assasin only showed a toothy grin.

OOC: Now, you guys all ahve to find SOME way to get to the Forsaken Isles. Be creative, no need for evreyone to be on the same boat, or zepplin, or whatever. That is all.

That's scary. Hell, I could of been playing Battlegrounds yesterday with a famous comedian!

I was wondering if I am allowed to post roleplay threads in the story forum?