Darkest Night in Booty Bay
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"Blast ye elf! I can'a nay see nothin'!" The Bintar the Dwarf fumes. He stands up throwing down his 'Tel-e-scope' in resignation. One of the newest and most useless inventions of the gnomes.
"Patience Bintar Sternbeard...I believe I see something" The night elf says slowly, an arrogant tone in his voice. He squints, looking intently at something in the distance.
Bintar looks back at the town. "Blast ye and Blast this 'Tel-e-scope'! I see nothing" Bintar says after a few moments in frustration. Picking up and throwing the device into the sea.
The night elf ignores the surly Dwarf's tantrum. Instead focusing on the little town not too far away. His keen eyesight picking out all the fine details.
It is late yet Booty Bay is still buzzing with activity. The cannons glisten in the moonlight. Death to any approaching ships. Or so the little goblins thought...
"Foolish..." The elf whispers involuntarily
"Eh, what ye be saying now, De'trallion?" Bintar asks casually, slouched up against a rock looking out to sea in the other direction.
"These Blackwater Raiders are careless my stout friend. Their ships are spread out all over Azeroth while their enemies draw near to their heart..." De'trallion says, standing up.
Bintar looks at the Elf dumb struck "What tha hell is tha' supposed to mean?" he says utterly confounded. He takes a long swig from his flask of ale to calm himself. "We are supposed to see if it's all clear!" he says indignantly with a burp, wiping the sweet ale from his bearded chin.
The Elf continues to observe the little outpost of Booty Bay from the nearby Janeiro's Point. After all, it is his job to case the area. No detail can afford to be missed. He notices a large motley band of adventurers on the balcony of the inn. Not a problem, if they keep drinking like they are.
A quiet hour passes. The dwarf is snoring loudly lying flat on his face. De'trallion is still watching with his eagle like gaze. The time is approaching the darkest hour of the night. The normally hot air is now cold and unforgiving.
The activity has slowed down. The guards patrolling the streets are getting bored and sleepy.
The Elf looks round. Thanks to his ultra-vision he can see the ships looming on the horizon. Their blood red sails billowing in the strong winds. Their bows slicing silently through the water like a hot knife through butter. The biggest fleet of Bloodsail Buccaneers seen in years fresh from the Plunder Isle; here for one purpose.
It's almost time. De'trallion ponders on whether to wake the Dwarf. His better judgement decides not to. The Elf stands up. Something in the distance catches his attention. A candle in the window of the sea-fortress.
The Night Elf smiles, arms his bow and fires a flame arrow into the sky.
"HA! Good jest, Felgast! Very entertaining" Regin of Stromgarde laughs merrily, slapping the weedy warlock on the back with his bearlike palm
"T-t-t-thank you sire..." Felgast coughs, recovering from the blow.
"Did you see that?" Dranith asks, frantically pointing to the horizon
Regin slowly turns to regard the High Elf
"Dranith I am beginning to wonder about the state of your brain. It has not been the same since we came back through the Dark Portal" Regin sighs, annoyed at having his amusement disturbed. The High Elf scratches his head, taking his seat. He never liked Stranglethorn much anyway.
"Dranith, we are safe here. This place is heavily guarded." Felgast says, reassuringly.
"Bah! We should be celebrating! This deal we have struck with the goblin might very well save Stromgarde! Once again our kingdom will prosper, rid of all the filth within!" Regin shouts, raising his tankard. "Ey! Barkeep! Another round!"
The Goblin bartender doesn't move until every last coin clatters on the bar and is counted three times by three goblins. Although indebted to these creatures, Regin can't help but despise them a little for their baseless greed.
A resigned Dranith takes his mug, raising it slowly in toast.
A series of distant booms rattles the very floors of the inn. Followed by deafening loud crashes and splintering wood. The whole world seems to twist and warp.
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Wow, extreme stuff. Any comments will be much appreciated , so go for it.