Post by Fechak on Jun 12, 2005 16:48:33 GMT -5
Fechak pauses for a brief, and uncommon, moment of introspectiveness. Moment gone, he sucks the last of the suds from his warm dwarven stout out of his thick, black beard. The glint in his eye has dulled slightly, this being his fourteenth pint. Far from his limit, but coming close to graciously drunk. Several of the higher ups of this new guild he has found himself in sit nearby waiting to the point of impatience for him to fill up.
"Ahh yes, when your nose starts to tingle... that's the best part." The elf with a name that just won't stick, what elven names do? They roll off the tongue like syrup from a stump... much too slippery to remember. Well, that's not the point, but she rubbed her temples at this remark thinking this dwarf far too crass for her liking. However dazed Fechak might have been, he could tell that this female didn't like him... something he was quite used to.
"There was a time long ago that I might not have cared so much as now being the time that is now..." Fechak droned on sharing his inner monologue, drunkenly making sense. "He was just a boy... just a boy..."
Clez, a friend of Fechak's from his younger days, walks over slowly to the barmaid and whispers something quietly. She looks over at the dwarf who is beginning to expound his lack of knowledge for the fermentation process and what a sin that is for a dwarf of any stature. With a nod, she walks briskly into the kitchen as Clez looks at his friend with concern. Several of his officers are exchanging glances obviously wondering how the paladin could vouch for such a lost cause.
The barmaid appeared like a fox from the window Fechak had sat down under. With her she brought a pale of fresh water, straight from the frigid well outside. Dumping it on top of the dwarf's head with a certain pleasure, she disappeared as quickly as she came.
A gasp and a sputter were all the sounds Fechak could make. After a few quick heartbeats, the dwarf's face quickly turned red with rage.
"What was that for?" He bellowed with all the air in his lungs, even the human passed out at the bar looked over. Clez took a few large steps and picked the sopping dwarf up from the ground.
"Care to start over?" The ice in his voice pierced through the fog quickly burning away inside Fechak's head.
"What in the hell for? Who cares where I came from?"
"We do." Another dwarf about Fechak's height said simply. His voice left no room for question, let alone debate.
"Where I came from, that doesn't matter. I lived in Ironforge with my father until he passed on. He taught me how to survive, and that's it. That's the end of the story." Fechak lowered his voice as he continued, "what matters is where I find myself now."
The small cluster of guild mates looked back at the dwarf with sudden interest.
"Which reminds me of a story, actually. I was a young lad when I was alone in the city. I hadn't much use for the cold... so I never traveled far. I know every corner of that place. I can hide there so long I would die, the city would crumble to dust after eight millenia, and some human would dig me up. That's somethin, huh?" His audience looked back at him with confused faces. "So when I tell you that I came across a babe in the section of the city we like to call the Forlorn Cavern, you'll believe me. The people that find a place in this dank corner, aren't exactly the most... well, good."
Fechak looks to what's left of his fourteenth pint, but glares from those around him keep him in check.
"Where was I?"
"I have no idea..." Clez said with a sigh.
"Ah yes, Icilis... this boy I found, well sort of. He wasn't safe where he was, so I just... took him... to a safe, uh, place."
"I thought you said you rescued him from a burning building!" Clez was clearly upset, at least as far as paladin's go.
"I did, I did... sort of. There was a fire in it. Of course... they were cooking." Fechak looks out to his audience with a wide smile born from someone who is never innocent. Clez groaned at this and walked outside before he did something unpaladiny.
"You kidnapped a child?" The elf with the slippery name said aghast.
"No, I rescued him, I told you that. He was going to be sacrificed by some gnomes... I'm tellin ya!"
A murmer went through the his new superiors, obviously unhappy with this news.
"Well he's lost you see? That's why I'm here now. Well, I raised him from a boy and he went off to find his parents... which I let him, I mean how could I stop him? But I haven't heard from him in months now, which isn't necessarily bad, but I heard bad things. I raised him as best as I could you see... but he had no interest in the family business. I just couldn't understand him, we never got along, but damnit if I don't love him like my own son!"
The blank stares looking back at Fechak weren't exactly the kind of comfort he needed right now.
"I've followed in his footsteps for some time now... all through the human lands. I came across a letter he had written, it was for this Clez fellow which I knew back from my Ironforge days... strange huh? That reminds me of a story-"
"Stay on topic." The dwarf said simply, without much emotion which Fechak meant to talk to the dwarf about later... perhaps some repressed childhood memories.
"Right, well of course. So this letter made no sense, but I was eventually able to track Clez down. He still owed me for saving his life ten times in a row even though he is some big bad holy boy now... Right, well anyway, he hadn't seen Icilis in some time and promised to help. Last he saw him was in the deserts of Tanaris... which is why I need your help. So... can I get some help?"
The faces said no...
(to be continued...)
"Ahh yes, when your nose starts to tingle... that's the best part." The elf with a name that just won't stick, what elven names do? They roll off the tongue like syrup from a stump... much too slippery to remember. Well, that's not the point, but she rubbed her temples at this remark thinking this dwarf far too crass for her liking. However dazed Fechak might have been, he could tell that this female didn't like him... something he was quite used to.
"There was a time long ago that I might not have cared so much as now being the time that is now..." Fechak droned on sharing his inner monologue, drunkenly making sense. "He was just a boy... just a boy..."
Clez, a friend of Fechak's from his younger days, walks over slowly to the barmaid and whispers something quietly. She looks over at the dwarf who is beginning to expound his lack of knowledge for the fermentation process and what a sin that is for a dwarf of any stature. With a nod, she walks briskly into the kitchen as Clez looks at his friend with concern. Several of his officers are exchanging glances obviously wondering how the paladin could vouch for such a lost cause.
The barmaid appeared like a fox from the window Fechak had sat down under. With her she brought a pale of fresh water, straight from the frigid well outside. Dumping it on top of the dwarf's head with a certain pleasure, she disappeared as quickly as she came.
A gasp and a sputter were all the sounds Fechak could make. After a few quick heartbeats, the dwarf's face quickly turned red with rage.
"What was that for?" He bellowed with all the air in his lungs, even the human passed out at the bar looked over. Clez took a few large steps and picked the sopping dwarf up from the ground.
"Care to start over?" The ice in his voice pierced through the fog quickly burning away inside Fechak's head.
"What in the hell for? Who cares where I came from?"
"We do." Another dwarf about Fechak's height said simply. His voice left no room for question, let alone debate.
"Where I came from, that doesn't matter. I lived in Ironforge with my father until he passed on. He taught me how to survive, and that's it. That's the end of the story." Fechak lowered his voice as he continued, "what matters is where I find myself now."
The small cluster of guild mates looked back at the dwarf with sudden interest.
"Which reminds me of a story, actually. I was a young lad when I was alone in the city. I hadn't much use for the cold... so I never traveled far. I know every corner of that place. I can hide there so long I would die, the city would crumble to dust after eight millenia, and some human would dig me up. That's somethin, huh?" His audience looked back at him with confused faces. "So when I tell you that I came across a babe in the section of the city we like to call the Forlorn Cavern, you'll believe me. The people that find a place in this dank corner, aren't exactly the most... well, good."
Fechak looks to what's left of his fourteenth pint, but glares from those around him keep him in check.
"Where was I?"
"I have no idea..." Clez said with a sigh.
"Ah yes, Icilis... this boy I found, well sort of. He wasn't safe where he was, so I just... took him... to a safe, uh, place."
"I thought you said you rescued him from a burning building!" Clez was clearly upset, at least as far as paladin's go.
"I did, I did... sort of. There was a fire in it. Of course... they were cooking." Fechak looks out to his audience with a wide smile born from someone who is never innocent. Clez groaned at this and walked outside before he did something unpaladiny.
"You kidnapped a child?" The elf with the slippery name said aghast.
"No, I rescued him, I told you that. He was going to be sacrificed by some gnomes... I'm tellin ya!"
A murmer went through the his new superiors, obviously unhappy with this news.
"Well he's lost you see? That's why I'm here now. Well, I raised him from a boy and he went off to find his parents... which I let him, I mean how could I stop him? But I haven't heard from him in months now, which isn't necessarily bad, but I heard bad things. I raised him as best as I could you see... but he had no interest in the family business. I just couldn't understand him, we never got along, but damnit if I don't love him like my own son!"
The blank stares looking back at Fechak weren't exactly the kind of comfort he needed right now.
"I've followed in his footsteps for some time now... all through the human lands. I came across a letter he had written, it was for this Clez fellow which I knew back from my Ironforge days... strange huh? That reminds me of a story-"
"Stay on topic." The dwarf said simply, without much emotion which Fechak meant to talk to the dwarf about later... perhaps some repressed childhood memories.
"Right, well of course. So this letter made no sense, but I was eventually able to track Clez down. He still owed me for saving his life ten times in a row even though he is some big bad holy boy now... Right, well anyway, he hadn't seen Icilis in some time and promised to help. Last he saw him was in the deserts of Tanaris... which is why I need your help. So... can I get some help?"
The faces said no...
(to be continued...)