Mission Completed
Rating: T
Genre: Humor/Friendship
Zenji was pacing. Warmaster Zog had already thrown him out of the Town hall, complaining that he was destroying the already threadbare carpet. Zenji scoffed – what kind of warrior cared so deeply about carpets, anyway? Instead, the troll was pacing outside the stables. Walk ten steps – hit the wall, turn and walk ten steps – hit the statue, turn. And so it went on and on. He was anxiously waiting for three of his followers to return from the Blackrock Foundry. Having cleared most of the place with a few allies, Zenji had sent Olin Umberhide, Ulna Thresher and Kaz the Shrieker to make sure it stayed that way. The trio was set to return yesterday though, and there was yet a trace to be seen. Two scouts had been sent out and the commander stayed behind, pacing.
Inside the stables, the talbuk was getting skittish by his mood and trampled nervously every time he passed it. Stupid creature, he thought. Sage Paluna had said that this particular breed of talbuk, silverpelts, were much more intelligent and courageous than the average talbuk, making it perfect for riding in battle. The troll looked at the creature as he passed it once more and it cried softly, swishing its tail. If he were to ride that in battle, he would most certainly die as it bucked him off and trampled him to death with its hooves. He suddenly missed Korra, who remained in Durotar. The shaman hadn't had the heart to bring the raptor to this cold land, knowing she would be more than miserable and would quite possibly run away, never to be seen again.
Walk ten steps – wall, turn and walk ten steps – statue. Before turning he gazed at the grand monument in his likeness. Zog had sneered at Zenji's request to erect a giant statue of himself in the middle of the garrison, claiming there was such a thing as humility, whatever that meant. Zenji had assured the orc that he wouldn't be humiliated by the statue and Zog had rolled his eyes before walking away, mumbling to himself.
Turn, walk ten steps – wall, turn, walk, statue, turn, walk, feet, turn, walk. Feet? Zenji quickly flipped around and was greeted by the sight of the three people whose return he'd been expecting. They looked a little worse for wear, but smiling. Well, the warrior and priest were – and Kaz's skull mask was grinning creepily.
"You're back!" the troll exclaimed and threw his arms around the Forsaken woman, almost knocking her to her knees with the force of his embrace. Olin noticed and put a supporting hand on her back.
"Reporting in, Commander," he said.
"What happened, mon? Ah was worried."
"We ran into some trouble with some Thunderlord Orcs as we passed Grom'gar. Nothing we couldn't handle," the tauren explained.
"I got a new skull!" Kaz cried, gleefully. She pointed to the pale, unpainted cranium that adorned her face.
"Dat's… nice, Kaz. Very, er, stylish," the troll said, unsure of the procedure when a female had acquired a new face from one of her dead enemies. He'd learned the hard way that you should always compliment a woman when she has bought new things and when she asks if she looks fat, you deny it, without hesitation. The orc shaman cackled somewhat maniacally and Zenji felt himself take a step back.
"Da Foundry, den? How did it go?" he asked Olin, who seemed the most sane person at the moment.
"A few stragglers, but not anymore. We cleared the place."
"And we got you a present!" Ulna exclaimed happily. She dumped her heavy pack on the ground and started rifle through its contents. She squealed, evidently having found what she was looking for. She held it out for Zenji to see.
He took the boots from her, somewhat confused. They were made of mail and evidently of a good quality. Perhaps enchanted as well? Yes, indeed, the shaman thought. Enchanted to increase run speed. Nifty. He looked up to see the priestess who was, for a lack of a better word, looking at him apprehensively.
"Dey're nice. Really nice, but…" Zenji could see her grin fading slightly with his words and he hurried to finish so as not to hurt her feelings. "But Ah don't wear boots, mon." Even if he did, there was no way he would be able to fit his feet in that tiny orc-sized footwear.
"Oh. I forgot," Ulna said, embarrassed. She gestured to her face, most likely to indicate her lack of eyesight. The shaman rolled his eyes, having heard that excuse before. Curiously enough, she never seemed to have any problems finding her target when fighting, he thought suspiciously.
"Good job wit' da mission! Now, go to da barracks, ya earned ya rest," he dismissed the trio. They each gave him a nod before turning and heading in the direction of the barracks, where food and rest were waiting for them. He waited until they were out of earshot before summoning one of the guards to him.
"Commander?" the orc said after saluting him.
"Ah'm going ta Ashran for a while. Need ta go to da Auction House. Will ya tell Rokhan for me?"
The orc nodded, saluted him once again and strode off. Zenji sighed. Hopefully he could sell the boots for a nice sum of money. Ever since discovering the game of Hearthstone, the shaman had been more or less broke.
"You think he's onto us?" Olin threw a gaze over his shoulder to assure himself that the commander weren't listening.
"No, he's too nice to ever think anything negative about us," Ulna replied. "But really, Kaz, it was a stroke of genius to take a shortcut through Grom'gar to get some loot. I think the commander would have been disappointed if we returned empty-handed." The orc shaman only giggled in reply.
"And good thing you were able to enchant it as well, Ulna. Made it seem more valuable," the tauren said.
"Thank the Light for gullible trolls," Ulna exclaimed to the others' amusement. The trio were still giggling as they entered the barracks, mission complete for now.
A/N: Don't you just hate it when you send out your followers and expect them to come back with some epic loot and then it's just some random crap? Like, I have a legendary ring, why would I want to exchange it for this PoS? :[
