Month: January 2015

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39.

Ro’liath turned to the fellow knight, holding his coin pounch in a taloned gauntlet and seemingly studying it’s contents. Except there were none. He looked at Tevruden, offering a sheepish grin, “Got any uh, spare change?” He asked before turning his gaze back to the vendor whom was by now, tapping their foot.

“Honestly, I’d take Krasarang over Gorgrond at this point. I mean, even though the plants tend to stay back…and in that swampy heat we smell worse so the animals also stay back…” Ro’liath pauses, “Not sure where I was goin’ with that… anyways it just fuckin’ sucks.” He sticks out his tongue in distaste, almost as if he were reliving the awful experience.

"Luckily I’m in Talador now, not as hot, more akin to Eversong’s weather. It’s nice being around Paladins again but they seem to just look down on me, it’s startin’ to piss me off.” His ears twitch as footsteps approach, looking from Tevruden to the waiter whom was being overly cautious.

Ro’liath grinned wide, “My good sir! I’m ready to order, and also I need all those brownies over there.” He points past the waiter to the tray across the room.

“If there is any place that needs to fall in the Twisting Nether already, it’s Gorgrond.” Tevruden nods sagely. “If I never have to go there again as long as I ‘live’ it will be too soon. Just thinking about it makes me want to bathe. ”

“Sad thing with the Draenei Vindicators is that you can’t even watch them freak out over minor necromancy. Nothing like watching Argent initiates lose their minds because you’re merely reanimating body parts.” Tevruden grins back before turning to the waiter. “The steak, and I want it so rare that I can’t reanimate it. The fish too, I’ll reanimate that.” He mentions in a deadpan voice, it’s hard to tell if he’s joking.

“S-s-sir that’s just a display! You can’t eat those.” The waiter manages to stammer as he’s furiously scribbling down Tevruden’s order.

“I’ll have three orders of the steak and the roast too, and don’t tell me what I can’t eat!” Ro’liath snarled, “I bet you I’ve got enough plague sitting in my gut to eat through anything,” He frowns some, watching the waiter with narrowed eyes before caving in, “Alright, bring me a platter of actual ones. Towered so high when you set it on the table I can’t see my friend here.” He points a thumb at Tevruden across from him.

Ro’liath turns to grin at the knight coyly, returning to their previous subject, “I’m not to keen on necromancy,” He waves a hand, “It doesn’t sit right with me, might sound silly but I still believe in the Light. Too bad it’s forsaken me.”

“They’re enchanted for–”  With a yelp the waiter finishes writing down their order and rushes away issuing a stream of “yes sirs” “right away sirs” and “please don’t murder me” as he leaves.  

“I would not use it on the unwilling, but it does come in handy.” Tevruden nods to where the waiter disappeared. “It is fun to threaten to raise someone as one of us. Even if only as an idle threat.” He shrugs his shoulders “Not entirely most of us were former Light users, and raised unwillingly." 

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39.

Ro’liath turned to the fellow knight, holding his coin pounch in a taloned gauntlet and seemingly studying it’s contents. Except there were none. He looked at Tevruden, offering a sheepish grin, “Got any uh, spare change?” He asked before turning his gaze back to the vendor whom was by now, tapping their foot.

Ro’liath pulled a face as Tevruden explained the lengths it would take to be resurrected again. And honestly, it sounded like a lot more hassle than it was worth.

His ears perked at the knight’s voice, alerting him that they’d arrived. His grimace fades instantly and grins wide. Ro’liath turns his gaze to Tev briefly, “Such a gentleman.” He coos before grabbing him by the arm and tugging the giant through the doors.

The diner is bustling, races of all kinds sat at round tables while the scent of meats and baked good filled the air, “Damn, I like it already, kudos to you, Tev.”

Before Tevruden can begin to talk about how even finding a necromancer now would be difficult, not to mention explaining this all in advance of your death, he is pulled through the door, quickly ducking so he does not take out the door frame.

The chair creeks a bit as Tevruden takes his seat, but he pays no attention to it. He takes a menu from the shaking waiter and starts to look over it. “There is a lot here I do not recognize, but then I have not been here since before the Fall.”

Ro’liath takes his seat across from Tevruden, grinning at the waiter as they make their hasty retreat once delivering the menus. He sits back a moment to pull off his gauntlets and set them on the table before opening the menu, “Hmm, well, really there would be no point to.” He murmured, pursing his lips to the side as he studied the options.

“I never even knew this place existed. I traveled too much my whole life, never stayed in one place long enough to explore. Even now, being stationed in Draenor I can’t even enjoy the cold. The put me in bloody Gorgrond for fel sake! It was awful.” He hisses through his teeth, eyes narrowed, “I think I’m gonna have the roast aaaand some of this lynx steak too… Do they have a dessert menu?”

“Honestly I had not come back to Silvermoon until a year or two ago, but I was stationed in the city so I spent most of my time in Slivermoon. I think most of the places I remember have been destroyed.” Tevruden does not look away from the menu. “The steak sounds good. Perhaps the lake snapper too, as long as it is not glowing green with Fel energy." 

"Ugh. Gorgrond, is almost as bad as Krasarang.” Tevruden’s voice dripped with disgust. “After five minutes there you can feel yourself starting to rot. Good thing blood magic is more than enough to handle it, and the fact that you’ll cause everything to wilt keeps all the plants off you.”

“There is a dessert tray over there.” The death knight points to a number of desserts sitting on a tray off to the side. The tray is loaded with several kind of baked goods, and frozen desserts, including what appear to be a number of kinds of cookies, cake, and brownies.

“Honestly, I’d take Krasarang over Gorgrond at this point. I mean, even though the plants tend to stay back…and in that swampy heat we smell worse so the animals also stay back…” Ro’liath pauses, “Not sure where I was goin’ with that… anyways it just fuckin’ sucks.” He sticks out his tongue in distaste, almost as if he were reliving the awful experience.

"Luckily I’m in Talador now, not as hot, more akin to Eversong’s weather. It’s nice being around Paladins again but they seem to just look down on me, it’s startin’ to piss me off.” His ears twitch as footsteps approach, looking from Tevruden to the waiter whom was being overly cautious.

Ro’liath grinned wide, “My good sir! I’m ready to order, and also I need all those brownies over there.” He points past the waiter to the tray across the room.

“If there is any place that needs to fall in the Twisting Nether already, it’s Gorgrond.” Tevruden nods sagely. “If I never have to go there again as long as I ‘live’ it will be too soon. Just thinking about it makes me want to bathe. ”

“Sad thing with the Draenei Vindicators is that you can’t even watch them freak out over minor necromancy. Nothing like watching Argent initiates lose their minds because you’re merely reanimating body parts.” Tevruden grins back before turning to the waiter. “The steak, and I want it so rare that I can’t reanimate it. The fish too, I’ll reanimate that.” He mentions in a deadpan voice, it’s hard to tell if he’s joking.

“S-s-sir that’s just a display! You can’t eat those.” The waiter manages to stammer as he’s furiously scribbling down Tevruden’s order.