02-16-2011, 01:39 PM
The waterfall had not been worked on in several days. Neither hide nor hair had been seen from Squigvicious in the entire time. His workshop had not been touched in that time either. Things were...slightly more upbeat around the guild hall.
The scrawny orc huffed and puffed up the hill, a bundle in his arms. Down at the bottom of the hill, a cart stuffed with packages and parcels waited. Two very burly orcs stood guard over the mail cart. He knocked on the door. Lucerra ran to the door and opened it.
âI have a package here for...â he looked down at the writing... âOfficer Rincewindy.â
âOfficer?â
âLook Missy, I donât have time for questions. Just go get him so I can get back to my route.â
Lucerra disappeared into the hall, shutting the door in the orcâs face. The scrawny orc jumped, nearly dropping the package. âStupid cow,â he muttered. âI hate this job.â He stood waiting for several moments, then turned to go back to his route. The door opened and Rincewindy stepped out. âCan I help you?â
âYouâre Rincewindy?â the orc asked, irritably.
Rince nodded.
âSign here.â He held out a scroll.
Rince signed.
âHere,â he said, thrusting the package into Rinceâs arms. The orc turned on his heel and trotted down the hill, muttering about time and money and how it wasnât enough.
Rince sighed and took the package inside. He vaguely noticed Lucerra watching him. Taking a small knife from his belt, he sliced the string that held the package together. The tabard slid out of the package landing in his lap. A sealed letter fluttered to the floor. Bony fingers delicately lifted the tabard up. There were criss-crossing burn marks on part of the fabric, barely noticeable and would have been disregarded by many humanoids, other than the forsaken one who held it now. With a practiced hand, he folded the fabric up, the red hammer centered in the middle, and placed it on the table in front of him.
He reached down and picked up the letter. He examined both front and back then slid a long fingernail underneath the seal and unfolded the letter. Lucerra watched him and finally couldnât stop herself. âWhoâs it from? Whatâs it about?â
Rincewindy looked up from the letter, âSquigvicious. Itâs a letter stating his withdrawal from the guild.â He looked down at the letter and and said with the utmost conviction. âHeâs been captured.â He folded the letter back up and tucked it away. "I will present this information at the moot."
âAre we going to try and rescue him?â Lucerra asked.
Rince sighed. âThat will be for the Tribe to decide.â
âHe risked his neck trying to save me, it would be the least we could do.â
Rince nodded, âThat, I know. But Stormwind is not an easy place to get into.â
âHow do you know heâs there?â
âHe referred to it in the letter.â
âWhatâs it say?â
Rince recited the letter.
ââDear Officer Rincewindy of the Ironsong Tribe,
ââWith much regret and sadness, I sincerely withdraw myself from the Ironsong tribe. You all have been most accommodating to me and my needs and would hope that one day we could meet again on better terms. I understand that trust has been a major factor in your willingness to promote me, and taking this into consideration, I will sever the chains that bind us.
ââI shall return to my previous place of residency and hang around there, most likely. I find the view stimulates the imagination in all the possible ways. Perhaps I shall be able to seek out enlightenment with the elders after a bit.
ââI shall leave the finishing of the waterfall to Anca, her technical prowess being beyond measure, and will not be retrieving my belongings. So, I leave all my belongings to the highest bidder to support the needs of the tribe.
ââI wish you all well,
ââFixxit Blastcutter,
ââ-Squigvicious
ââP.S: Tell Nadi not to cry for me.
ââP.P.S: Please let Lucinther know that I will not be able to finish that task he assigned to me.ââ
((This begins an ingame/totem storyline. Feel free to put in your 2 coppers. Possible 'rescue'/guild run of the stormwind stockades will take place after the moot this Thursday 2/17/11.))
The scrawny orc huffed and puffed up the hill, a bundle in his arms. Down at the bottom of the hill, a cart stuffed with packages and parcels waited. Two very burly orcs stood guard over the mail cart. He knocked on the door. Lucerra ran to the door and opened it.
âI have a package here for...â he looked down at the writing... âOfficer Rincewindy.â
âOfficer?â
âLook Missy, I donât have time for questions. Just go get him so I can get back to my route.â
Lucerra disappeared into the hall, shutting the door in the orcâs face. The scrawny orc jumped, nearly dropping the package. âStupid cow,â he muttered. âI hate this job.â He stood waiting for several moments, then turned to go back to his route. The door opened and Rincewindy stepped out. âCan I help you?â
âYouâre Rincewindy?â the orc asked, irritably.
Rince nodded.
âSign here.â He held out a scroll.
Rince signed.
âHere,â he said, thrusting the package into Rinceâs arms. The orc turned on his heel and trotted down the hill, muttering about time and money and how it wasnât enough.
Rince sighed and took the package inside. He vaguely noticed Lucerra watching him. Taking a small knife from his belt, he sliced the string that held the package together. The tabard slid out of the package landing in his lap. A sealed letter fluttered to the floor. Bony fingers delicately lifted the tabard up. There were criss-crossing burn marks on part of the fabric, barely noticeable and would have been disregarded by many humanoids, other than the forsaken one who held it now. With a practiced hand, he folded the fabric up, the red hammer centered in the middle, and placed it on the table in front of him.
He reached down and picked up the letter. He examined both front and back then slid a long fingernail underneath the seal and unfolded the letter. Lucerra watched him and finally couldnât stop herself. âWhoâs it from? Whatâs it about?â
Rincewindy looked up from the letter, âSquigvicious. Itâs a letter stating his withdrawal from the guild.â He looked down at the letter and and said with the utmost conviction. âHeâs been captured.â He folded the letter back up and tucked it away. "I will present this information at the moot."
âAre we going to try and rescue him?â Lucerra asked.
Rince sighed. âThat will be for the Tribe to decide.â
âHe risked his neck trying to save me, it would be the least we could do.â
Rince nodded, âThat, I know. But Stormwind is not an easy place to get into.â
âHow do you know heâs there?â
âHe referred to it in the letter.â
âWhatâs it say?â
Rince recited the letter.
ââDear Officer Rincewindy of the Ironsong Tribe,
ââWith much regret and sadness, I sincerely withdraw myself from the Ironsong tribe. You all have been most accommodating to me and my needs and would hope that one day we could meet again on better terms. I understand that trust has been a major factor in your willingness to promote me, and taking this into consideration, I will sever the chains that bind us.
ââI shall return to my previous place of residency and hang around there, most likely. I find the view stimulates the imagination in all the possible ways. Perhaps I shall be able to seek out enlightenment with the elders after a bit.
ââI shall leave the finishing of the waterfall to Anca, her technical prowess being beyond measure, and will not be retrieving my belongings. So, I leave all my belongings to the highest bidder to support the needs of the tribe.
ââI wish you all well,
ââFixxit Blastcutter,
ââ-Squigvicious
ââP.S: Tell Nadi not to cry for me.
ââP.P.S: Please let Lucinther know that I will not be able to finish that task he assigned to me.ââ
((This begins an ingame/totem storyline. Feel free to put in your 2 coppers. Possible 'rescue'/guild run of the stormwind stockades will take place after the moot this Thursday 2/17/11.))