Old Rivalries

[jarnoctis]

It was aphotic at nighttime in the City of Ogrimmar, and, though the young Warlock, Jarnoctis, enjoyed such dark silence, he greatly wished to rest his old bones. As he spotted the Skewered Gnome he quickly noted the mass of races packed into the small tavern, a great place where he would not be noticed as an outcast. As he squeezed into the tavern his eyes scanned over a familiar figure, Gatholar, an orc warlock squad leader of the Burning Blade. Hatred seethed in Jarnoctis' eyes. He remembered this one. Gath constantly tried to best Jarn, but the worst is he was a heinous, power-hungry madman. He had slaughtered countless encampments with his underlings, and got a deep pleasure out of it. Jarnoctis would make sure to end his pathetic life tonight...But he would wait to be alone with him.

After an hour Gath left the tavern and made his way down the empty street. Jarnoctis followed with Hukmon, his voidwalker, close behind. As soon as Jarnoctis knew no one was near, he confronted Gath.

"Gatholar! How dare you show your sadistic meatbag in Ogrimmar!"

"Jarnoctis? HA! Who do you think you are...brother!"

"SHUT UP!" On command Hukmon charged Gath, but was intercepted by another voidwalker, most likely the Orc's. As they began to fight each other out, Gatholar flung a shadow bolt at Jarnoctis and hit shot him in the shoulder. Jarn was quick to recover and casted Demon armor on himself and propelled a shadow bolt as soon as Gath immolated him.

Jarnoctis pulled out his staff and charged Gatholar. Reading his sword, Gath blocked one of Jarnoctis' blows and tried to sweep his legs, but instead hit his weapon hand and knocked his staff free. Then he prepared the sword for a final strike

"Any last words, Traitor?"

((Continue this thread please...And save Jarnoctis))

[degari]

Degari was strolling through the streets of Orgrimmar one night, trying to get some fresh air. Around a corner he heard a commotion. He charged around, maul drawn and ready. He saw Gatholar, a Burning Blade commander, about to slay a Forsaken in robes upon the ground. Seeing this as an oppurtunity to advance his position in the Burning Blade as a double-agent for Thrall, he ran up and stopped the fight.
"Gatholar! I will take it from here," said Degari as he knocked the warlock out, while making sure to do him no harm, "I'll interogate him, try to find out his motives. Degari flashed his Burning Blade badge, and rushed the Forsaken inside without giving the high-warlock a chance to speak.

((Sorry if that was godmoding a bit .))

[abradix]

The air was crisp but danger was floating somewhere on the air...The Tauren could smell it, if only just slightly. He called his Carrion Bird, who was rumaging through some garbage to his side. "Alright Scrappy...Stick close and keep quiet. The Earth Mother has summoned us to give aid." The Tauren unslung the bow from his shoulder and kept low as he crept in to see the action. A forsaken warlock was being pulled into a building that, until now had gone unoticed. Outside was a squad leader of the Burning Blade...Gatholar...There was a bounty on his head and Brandon knew it well. He took aim at the warlock and sent in his loyal pet to rip his cloth armor to ribbons. The battle was over shortly after the warlock noticed it had begun...The Immolate he had managed to cast soon wore away. He took the head of Gatholar and put it in a Runecloth Bag, excited over what rewards it would bring. He sat and had a bite to eat and to heal his wounds....While eating he decided to see what became of that Forsaken warlock...Perhaps he could retrieve another bounty...