Watching the Watchers
~Rise of the Netherguard
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"Look Kamari, I know you don't want to rush into things but wouldn't it be easier if we simply got out their and kicked some butt?"
Alexander stopped when he realized Kamari wasn't listening, more out of frustration then anything else. Even though Alex was raised by a Night Elf, he still wasn't used to all the formality. He guessed being immortal has that effect on a race. He corrected himself; 'had' that effect on a race.
The two watched the goblin patrol from a grove of tree's that stuck out of the field like mountains. The Horizon Fields stretched out in every direction, with only the distant hilltop town of Alsace to break the flatness.
"Look, the one with the strange goggles is picking his nose again. Why exactly are we following this patrol?" Alexander didn't expect a response.
"Good question. This patrol obviously has no apparent goal. At nightfall we will eliminate them."
Alexander was barely able to even gape in surprise before Kamari swung his entire body onto a higher branch and sprawled out into a resting position.
"I guess that means I'm on guard duty."
Alexander began to wait.
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Far in the distance the town of Alsace was under heavy siege, well, maybe a light siege. The goblins ran around outside of the town constantly experimenting with the catapults, trying new types of projectiles and sizes of stones. The Goblin archers were too busy calculating the trajectory of the arrows to take advantage of the lull in combat, and the pike-goblins were too busy scratching themselves to care. This was not good, and had the General worried.
General Graxil paced back and forth, worrying an awful lot about how he was going to explain this to his ally. They had the townspeople cornered into their puny town, but none of the sappers could get close enough to blow a hole in the walls. Graxil also had a problem with his deadline; and if he could not retrieve the Heart of Azeroth within the time given to him, he was a dead-goblin. He continued to pace.
"General Graxil Sir."
Graxil stopped pacing long enough to notice the sharply uniformed goblin in front of him. It had taken a lot of time to come up with the right 'uniforms' for the war, and each one had everything a goblin would need in case of an emergency. The general tried to find the goblins face in the center of all the sticks of dynamite, but he eventually gave up.
"What do you want? Cant you see I'm busy?"
"You have a visitor sir, and he's a biggun. He says it's important!"
Graxil waved the goblin off, rolling his eyes. Now was not the time for visitors. He turned around and looked towards Horizon Field. He should be expecting a flare from those scouts soon. He didn't notice the shadow growing larger behind him.
"I assume that you are using the gifts I have given you?"
Graxil nearly jumped out of his skin. It was too early for his ally to come and collect the Heart, too early. He slowly turned around to look upwards at the towering figure. It had hooves instead of feet, large wings that could easily conceal Graxil, and teeth. Graxil knew what those teeth could do and decided that he wanted to get the heart as soon as possible.
"I really haven't seen the need to use it."
The Dreadlord grinned, revealing his large incisors.
"I don't see any progress, do you need any more help? I told you when we made our deal that I could provide assistance if necessary."
Graxil shuddered. No, that kind of assistance he could not handle.
"I have control over goblins. Turned old leader bloodlust into a battle frenzy. No need for help. Please do not help."
The Dreadlord simply smiled again, and walked away towards the catapults.
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The sun had just set, and all the goblins had nestled around the tree for the night.
"Some army, eh Kamari?"
Alexander couldn't hear Kamari anymore.
"Kamari?"
Suddenly Kamari's head came up through the branches below Alexander, scaring him half to death. He looked down, the goblins weren't there anymore. Kamari motioned for Alexander to follow him quietly. When Alex landed on the ground, his hands touched the grass, coming away wet.
"That's funny, it's a bit early yet for dew, and."
Suddenly a realization hit him, and Alexander couldn't help but wipe his hand on the tree trunk. Normally the professions of other Netherguard members are kept quiet, with all of them known only to Maduin. Alexander suddenly realized just what Kamari was: An Assassin.
They started walking towards the town, and the goblin campsite surrounding it.
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"I hate it when pride intervenes with my plans."
The Dreadlord once again smiled to himself, emptying the vial into the bowl of the catapult.
"Dark Skies, Shadowed Lives, give this catapult seeing eyes. Make it throw with all its might; give it strength to ignite the night!"
The Catapult suddenly glowed a dull crimson, followed closely by the catapult next in line. Each catapult in turn began to glow with energy. A rock from a random pile suddenly jumped into a bowl, followed by another. The ammo took on the reddish hue as well. The Dreadlord stood back to examine his work, and laughed.
"Commence firing! This town will be cinders before the night is done if I have anything to do with it!"
The first catapult fired, and before long the entire row of catapults began their barrage. The sky was filled with pinpoints of light, which flowed downwards, and for the first time struck their mark within the walls of Alsace.
~Rise of the Netherguard
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"Look Kamari, I know you don't want to rush into things but wouldn't it be easier if we simply got out their and kicked some butt?"
Alexander stopped when he realized Kamari wasn't listening, more out of frustration then anything else. Even though Alex was raised by a Night Elf, he still wasn't used to all the formality. He guessed being immortal has that effect on a race. He corrected himself; 'had' that effect on a race.
The two watched the goblin patrol from a grove of tree's that stuck out of the field like mountains. The Horizon Fields stretched out in every direction, with only the distant hilltop town of Alsace to break the flatness.
"Look, the one with the strange goggles is picking his nose again. Why exactly are we following this patrol?" Alexander didn't expect a response.
"Good question. This patrol obviously has no apparent goal. At nightfall we will eliminate them."
Alexander was barely able to even gape in surprise before Kamari swung his entire body onto a higher branch and sprawled out into a resting position.
"I guess that means I'm on guard duty."
Alexander began to wait.
***************************************************
Far in the distance the town of Alsace was under heavy siege, well, maybe a light siege. The goblins ran around outside of the town constantly experimenting with the catapults, trying new types of projectiles and sizes of stones. The Goblin archers were too busy calculating the trajectory of the arrows to take advantage of the lull in combat, and the pike-goblins were too busy scratching themselves to care. This was not good, and had the General worried.
General Graxil paced back and forth, worrying an awful lot about how he was going to explain this to his ally. They had the townspeople cornered into their puny town, but none of the sappers could get close enough to blow a hole in the walls. Graxil also had a problem with his deadline; and if he could not retrieve the Heart of Azeroth within the time given to him, he was a dead-goblin. He continued to pace.
"General Graxil Sir."
Graxil stopped pacing long enough to notice the sharply uniformed goblin in front of him. It had taken a lot of time to come up with the right 'uniforms' for the war, and each one had everything a goblin would need in case of an emergency. The general tried to find the goblins face in the center of all the sticks of dynamite, but he eventually gave up.
"What do you want? Cant you see I'm busy?"
"You have a visitor sir, and he's a biggun. He says it's important!"
Graxil waved the goblin off, rolling his eyes. Now was not the time for visitors. He turned around and looked towards Horizon Field. He should be expecting a flare from those scouts soon. He didn't notice the shadow growing larger behind him.
"I assume that you are using the gifts I have given you?"
Graxil nearly jumped out of his skin. It was too early for his ally to come and collect the Heart, too early. He slowly turned around to look upwards at the towering figure. It had hooves instead of feet, large wings that could easily conceal Graxil, and teeth. Graxil knew what those teeth could do and decided that he wanted to get the heart as soon as possible.
"I really haven't seen the need to use it."
The Dreadlord grinned, revealing his large incisors.
"I don't see any progress, do you need any more help? I told you when we made our deal that I could provide assistance if necessary."
Graxil shuddered. No, that kind of assistance he could not handle.
"I have control over goblins. Turned old leader bloodlust into a battle frenzy. No need for help. Please do not help."
The Dreadlord simply smiled again, and walked away towards the catapults.
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The sun had just set, and all the goblins had nestled around the tree for the night.
"Some army, eh Kamari?"
Alexander couldn't hear Kamari anymore.
"Kamari?"
Suddenly Kamari's head came up through the branches below Alexander, scaring him half to death. He looked down, the goblins weren't there anymore. Kamari motioned for Alexander to follow him quietly. When Alex landed on the ground, his hands touched the grass, coming away wet.
"That's funny, it's a bit early yet for dew, and."
Suddenly a realization hit him, and Alexander couldn't help but wipe his hand on the tree trunk. Normally the professions of other Netherguard members are kept quiet, with all of them known only to Maduin. Alexander suddenly realized just what Kamari was: An Assassin.
They started walking towards the town, and the goblin campsite surrounding it.
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"I hate it when pride intervenes with my plans."
The Dreadlord once again smiled to himself, emptying the vial into the bowl of the catapult.
"Dark Skies, Shadowed Lives, give this catapult seeing eyes. Make it throw with all its might; give it strength to ignite the night!"
The Catapult suddenly glowed a dull crimson, followed closely by the catapult next in line. Each catapult in turn began to glow with energy. A rock from a random pile suddenly jumped into a bowl, followed by another. The ammo took on the reddish hue as well. The Dreadlord stood back to examine his work, and laughed.
"Commence firing! This town will be cinders before the night is done if I have anything to do with it!"
The first catapult fired, and before long the entire row of catapults began their barrage. The sky was filled with pinpoints of light, which flowed downwards, and for the first time struck their mark within the walls of Alsace.