A Tale of Three Druids

Chapter 12: MUST KILL ROGUES Pt. 2

Yeow waved her hand, and green light blossomed over the wounds on Fliflax's back. She turned, and began ministering to Resdlen.

However, the troll continually argued and cursed pungently, telling her to, removing all profanity, "F*ck off, go f*cking tend to the f*cking Death Knight that saved her f*cking life, and her ugly *ss had best f*cking heal him," until she surrendered and began weaving the muscle of the Death Knight back into place.

She cocked her head. She could have sworn she'd seen that orc before… Oh yeah! The dwarf murderer! "YOU! Tell me your name, right now, or I swear, I will hurl you off this airship!" She demanded, raising an accusing finger at the unsuspecting orc. As usual, he showed no emotion.

"No." he replied flatly. She blew out air through her nostrils in a frustrated noise.

"Fine. How can I find out your name?"

"If you do him a favor, he tells you." the Death Knight put in helpfully, earning a glare from the orc.

A sly grin crept across Resdlen's face, but it quickly disappeared due to the pain of dozens of wounds. "We'll help ya find some dwarves, teach da cowards a lesson!" he offered. Fliflax glared at the troll.

"We're not here to"-

Resdlen back-handed the Tauren, silencing him. The orc pondered the proposition, and then nodded.

Fliflax growled. He seized the two undead rogues that had stowed away and dragged them below deck. A few strangled yelps echoed up to them, quickly stifled, followed by a dull thud.

The Death Knight rose and gracefully bowed. "I am known as Nordelei. I do not believe I have had the pleasure of meeting your party before. Wait…" he trailed off, pointing at Resdlen. "I've met that one. But where?" Resdlen smirked.

"Couldn't be da time I danced away from every Death Knight dat tried ta stop me after ya freed me, could it?" He snidely asked. The Death Knight grimaced. Razuvious had not been merciful with Death Coil when punishing the Blood Elf.

"Beginning to regret saving him? Yeah, been there, done that." Yeow sighed, comparing the Resdlen she knew to the troll she had found dancing on a rock. Then she compared him to the criminal he had been in the past. A fickle troll, she decided. Resdlen grinned.

"A fickle troll indeed." He muttered, shocking Yeow. She hadn't said that out loud, had she? Resdlen grinned once more. "Nope. I'm just good like dat."

Fliflax returned with two unconscious rogues, a feral grin on his face. The ship shuddered, and landed firmly on the ground. Resdlen vaulted over the rails and began sprinting towards a heavily armored Warsong Hold warrior.

As the troll approached, the warrior cried "Ho there! You seem a stout soldier! How would you like to help the Horde conquer Northrend?" Resdlen nodded, though his hand was on his dagger. "Excellent! Report to Commander Garrosh Hellscream. He'll tell you how you can help. And before you go," he seized Resdlen's arm, "the Commander is not tolerant of incompetency. I suggest you be wary of him." Resdlen nodded dutifully and trudged towards the great Warsong Keep.

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"That Garrosh Hellscream is the most pompous, fanatical, idiotic, brutish, commander that ever walked Azeroth!" Fliflax roared.

Yeow patted his shoulder soothingly, reminding him "He did let us into the Borean Tundra to fight, you know."

Fliflax grudgingly nodded, and turned to Resdlen. "Where are the rogues?"

Resdlen shrugged dismissively and replied "Oh, ya know rogues. Always off comparing dere dirks." He shifted into a faintly ridiculous voice, saying "No, mine is clearly bigger. No it's not, mine is enormous! Well mine's sharper at the very least."

Fliflax chuckled. "Indeed." Resdlen rose.

"I'll see if I can find anyting worth eating 'round here." Fliflax nodded, and began methodically constructing a small fire.

Resdlen wandered quite a distance, quelling the beats he encountered. Eventually, he found a lizard about as tall as his knee. He kicked the thing, and began cleaning it.

Jogging back to camp, he stumbled over something. Turning back to look, it was the corpses of two very familiar Forsaken rogues. He shrugged and trudged back to camp.

When he arrived, the Orc and Death Knight he had seen earlier were huddled around the meager fire, while Fliflax and Yeow paced, warm in their tiger forms. He greeted them silently, and began roasting the lizard flesh. Pulling the rare meat from the spit, he handed it out.

"Good food, good company." He declared, only half joking.