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Post by
Gumballs
Ba'alu
Orgrimmar
Ba'alu grinned, chugging a few mouthfuls of her drink. It was strong, much stronger than she was used to. She was poor, usually unable to buy such strong alcohol, so the troll was enjoying the night.
"So, yahs got any hobbies?" Ba'alu questioned, leaning forward on the table and blinking at Maka and Mor'jon.
Vivica Black
Stormwind
"I heard that!" Vivica called from somewhere else on the floor. "Eat, seriously. My parents are never home, it will just get thrown out otherwise!"
"Why not?" Tristram chuckled, opened the pantry wide eyed, grabbing a load of fluffy bread. He ripped a chunk of; it was filled with nuts, seeds and apple. He smelled it, taking a bite. "This is good," he said, his mouth full of bread. He swallowed and laughed. "Really good! So tell me bout youself Roland," he nodded, taking another bite of bread and offering it to Roland.
Post by
Adamsm
Mor'jon Grimmjaw, Kor Bloodfist, Maka Stonehoof
Orgrimmar
"Besides fighting?" Mor'jon asked with a good natured grin as he sat back, taking another drink. "I like history strangely; learning about things and all that. Been looking into my mother's side of things but well...." He shrugged. "Hard to do when your mother is an Amani."
Maka grunted, looking over at Mor'jon in a little surprise. The half-troll normally didn't reveal that information, as there were still some orcs who had bad memories of the troll allies. "I like animals." The tauren woman said a little lamely.
Post by
Random0008
Roland Mordecai
Stormwind
Roland looked at the miner, before accepting the piece of bread and taking a large bite out of it.
"Not much to know, to be honest." he replied, his voice muffled through the food, preferring not to divulge many details of his childhood.
"Normal life, grew up with my parents, my dad taught me how to fight to keep the bullies away... figured I'd make my own way, at least out here I'm not a loser." he chuckled sadly.
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355559
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Post by
Gumballs
Ba'alu
Orgrimmar
"Dah's coo' guys," Ba'alu grinned, pausing to take another swig of ale. Her head was quite heavy now, her speech slurring along with her accent. "Amani?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Dah's coo' too."
She turned to look at Maka, jabbing a thumb in the direction of Cinny, who was still curled up on the tavern floor. "Meh too," Ba'alu laughed loudly. "Dah's why ah was a hunta, cause da animals jus' get along wif me ah guess." The troll shrugged, finishing off her mug and slamming it on the table, grinning widely.
"We's boar farmahs," she added, nodding.
Vivica Black & Tristram Mahone
Stormwind
"Bullies?" Tristram questioned, taking another bite of the hearty bread and chewing slowly. "A young, fit guy like you? That doesn't make sense," he said, chuckling. "As for me, well I just live in a small farm house outside of Goldshire. It was my parents, but now it's just me and the animals. And the occasional woman," he added with a grin.
Tristram took another bite, smiling and admiring the woodwork in the kitchen as he chewed.
Meanwhile, Vivica headed upstairs to the top floor, where her bedroom was located. She was ruffling through supplies, trying to find spare clothing, supplies, anything she thought was going to be beneficial.
Post by
Adamsm
Mor'jon Grimmjaw, Kor Bloodfist, Maka Stonehoof
Orgrimmar
Maka sniffed and looked away. "Ah well that explains that." She muttered, looking at her drink again.
Mor'jon grinned and tilted his head. "Boar farmer eh? That's a good solid background." He told her then his ears perked up as music started. "Care to dance?" He asked Ba'alu, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
Post by
Gumballs
Ba'alu
Orgrimmar
"Dat explains what, Maka?" Ba'alu asked, eyebrows raised as she signaled the waitress for another drink, ignoring Mor'jon for the moment.
Post by
Adamsm
Mor'jon Grimmjaw, Kor Bloodfist, Maka Stonehoof
Orgrimmar
Maka sighed and shook her head. "Never mind Ba'alu." She said, suddenly flushing. "I'm...just not being a nice person." She apologized to the troll woman.
Mor'jon raised his eyebrows at that as he rarely if ever heard her say things like that.
Post by
Gumballs
Ba'alu
Orgrimmar
Ba'alu shrugged, taking a huge gulp of the fresh ale that was placed in front of her. "Whateva, ah tink yah nice," the troll woman said with a smile. She took another large gulp before slamming the mug on the table yet again, ale sloshing over the sides and onto her hands.
"Lets go get dis dance now boy," Ba'aly grinned, standing up. She stumbled over the table legs a bit, heading onto the dance floor. Cinny snorted annoyingly, hopping onto the chair that Ba'alu previously occupied and curling up to sleep.
Ba'alu flashed a toothy grin at Mor'jon and rolled her shoulders slowly, motioning for him to follow.
Post by
Adamsm
Mor'jon Grimmjaw, Kor Bloodfist, Maka Stonehoof
Orgrimmar
"Yes ma'am." Mor'jon said with a grin, following her onto the floor, enjoying the sight of Ba'alu. Maka watched the pair and sighed, returning her focus to her beer.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Elwynn
Taking leave of the inn, Peter looked about. Spotting the forge wasn't particularly difficult. It towered over the rest of the town, a great metal smoke stack rising from the houses and woods like a pillar of industry. Brightening, Peter moved towards the landmark, passing through the still awakening streets quickly. Even before he entered the forge he could feel the heat from the place, a veritable sun cooking in the furnace and drifting into the air. The heat scorched the priests ace as he pulled the door open, the priest blinking before stepping inside.
A veritable hodgepodge of weapons and armour lined the walls. Halberds, swords, hammers and the like lined the walls of the forward shop. These Peter ignored, going straight to the source of this armoury. The blacksmith, a mountian of a man with a thick beard and skin bronzed by the light of the furnace, barely covered by a thick apron. He was bald and near the rear of the forge, where he hammered upon a sword on his anvil like Volkhan made flesh.
"Excuse me. Excuse me!" Peter shouted over the pounding of the hammer upon the red hot metal. It was only when the giant noticed the young priest that he paused in his efforts upon the steel. Placing the weapon aside for a moment, the blacksmith marched towards them curiously, a bushy brow raised as he looked down upon them.
"Well hello there. What can I do ya for?" the man spoke in a rolling, thunderous voice accustomed to speaking over the cacophony of his work.
"Um, yes. Was hoping you would know...Have some purchases. Don't know where to go. Could use some advice. For, er, where to get them. Should you not have them, of course. If you have them, will buy it. But, if not, could-."
"Slow down there son!" Peter silenced himself. The blacksmiths beard split into a grin. "Good. Now then, what're the things you're looking for? 'll help if I can."
"Uh, yes. Um, Irene?" Peter asked, beckoning for his companion to provide her needs.
Post by
Gumballs
Ba'alu
Orgrimmar
The song was fast paced, with many other occupants (most of them drunk) on the dance floor enjoying it. Ba'alu moved close to Mor'jon, the alcohol in her system making her movements fluid and exaggerated, along with clumsy. She swayed her hips and twirled slowly around Mor'jon, following a dance she did often by the fires near home.
Ba'alu grinned and laughed the whole time, rolling her head to the music and enjoying the feel and smell of the bodies around her.
Post by
Adamsm
Mor'jon Grimmjaw, Kor Bloodfist, Maka Stonehoof
Orgrimmar
Mor'jon grinned as he watched Ba'alu and his hands rested for a time on her hips and sides as he shuffled along with her, his long limbs swaying and turning with her.
Post by
Gumballs
Ba'alu
Orgrimmar
Ba'alu grinned, pulling herself closer to Mor'jon, resting her forehead on his as they swayed with the music. She was becoming lost in the beat, loving the rhythm and movement. Dancing was one of her favourite hobbies, and her head was foggy with alcohol and sweat.
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355559
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Post by
Adamsm
Mor'jon Grimmjaw, Kor Bloodfist, Maka Stonehoof
Orgrimmar
Mor'jon let his hands run slowly over Ba'alu's body as they danced, the half-troll's eyes half closed as he let the music move them, ignoring the people around them.
Maka sighed as she got her to feet and shuffled out of the tavern, trying not to stare at Mor'jon as she left.
Post by
Random0008
Roland Mordecai
Stormwind
"It does make sense, if you think about it." he replied to Tristam, reaching for a bottle of water.
"Didn't have many friends, so I had plenty of time to myself to study and exercise... never been with a girl, either.", laughing slightly at how pitiful he must have just sounded.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Elwynn
"Gonna hafta be more specific than that, missy," the blacksmith replied.
Post by
Gumballs
Ba'alu
Orgrimmar
The song ended, switching to one with a slower beat, and Ba'alu's movements slowed as well. She pressed herself against Mor'jon, her mind foggy and her movements becoming more clumsy as the alcohol continued to have its effects on her.
She reached up, drawing her fingers down Mor'jon's back and biting at his collarbone, the two continuing to sway with the music.
Vivica Black & Tristram Mahone
Stormwind
"Nah, you're fit, handsome. And you've got a dog," Tristram grinned, tossing Brick a hunk of bread. "Chicks dig animals. You'll get one in no time," he laughed, wiggling his eyebrows.
Vivica was upstairs changing. Her novice robes were too big and uncomfortable, not to mention dirty. Why did she have to wear priestess robes anyways? With a sigh, the human dug through her wardrobe to find much nicer looking robes. Might as well wear them when she was in the city and risked bumping into her parents or trainers.
She grabbed the robes and headed to the bath room, drawing a bath for herself to scrub the grime out.
Post by
Adamsm
Mor'jon Grimmjaw, Kor Bloodfist, Maka Stonehoof
Orgrimmar
Mor'jon chuckled a little, enjoying the experience as he held Ba'alu tight. The half-troll was seriously considering asking the troll woman if she'd want to get a room with him, and started to ask, as he looked down at her.
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