//------------------------------// // Lets Que Up! // Story: Cross-Realm Raiding // by Bishibosh the Shaman //------------------------------// Cross-Realm Raiding Chapter One It was a chilly day on the Mulgore plains. Bishibosh was on his way back to his home in Bloodhoof Village, after a long night arguing politics with the leaders of the guild he felt it was time for a rest. Broto, Bishibosh's kodo, slowly lumbered his way down the road with his ever loyal friend on his back. Bishibosh laid back and stared at the night sky, remembering the nights of his shaman training. How the stars and the moon lit the way on his trials and pilgrimages. Just as the night was about to take him... A flash of silver glinted across the taurens face, cutting a few hairs off of his grizzly long braids. Broto just laid down on the ground, calm and expecting. Bishibosh climbed down from the massive beast and made his way over to the knife in the ground. Picking it up he knew exactly where it came. With a calm, yet aggrivated tone, the large tauren stated, "Do you always have to wait until I am just about asleep, Fayt?" At this, a shambled corpse wearing a long leather jacket lept down from a nearby tree. Making his way towards Bishibosh, it opened it's lips and crudely responded, "You sleep harder than the dead, would my yelling for the past 20 minutes have woke you?" The undead rogue stepped up to Bronto and pulled an apple from under his jacket, Bronto gulped it down and nudged Fayt in the chest happily fed. "Any reason you come out here? or just come by to aggrivate me." Bishibosh grunted in a mildly harsh tone. "Nothing like that, you dropped your coin purse. I would have emptied it but there wasn't much to take, save a moth or two." Fayt replied then following, "and Lady Interga gave us an important mission. me and you specifically." "This mission being..." Bishibosh stated expecting Fayt to finish. "To kill a mage, alliance snooping around. Some gnomish mage has been sneaking around the big gate. manged to get into Mulgore and cause a fuss, turning the Ladies trainees into all kinds of shit. Monkeys, pigs, penguins" Ok, I get it, so now we need to find this mage... there goes my nap..." "Is that blasted machine working yet?" said a disgruntled human, clad in plate armor. "Give me a few more minutes, the trans-dimensional-vortex-assimilation unit needs replaced. Do me a favor and steal one from the goblins up in that mine. "Trans-demon respond... what!? You talk like I have the slightest clue what you are saying!" At this the small humanoid creature crawled out of the device and pulled over a step ladder. Setting it up at the feet of the human and climbing up it, the small man proceeded to slap the man in the face. The sheer force of the little gnomes strong arms knocked the man clear off his feet. The gnome climbed back down and got back into the device. "OH! thats it... uhhh never mind about that trans-dimensional-vortex-assimilation unit! I just noticed the grounding agent wasn't properly introduced to the power supply heh heh" said the gnome as he went back to work. Bishibosh and Fayt approached the camp site, easily spotted by all the noise and light, and watched for a minute. Then they watched for another minute, and another minute. Over the course of the next few hours nothing in the camp had changed with the exception of the gnome popping out of his device to scold the human who joined him. Finally Fayt had enough. "I'm going in." said Fayt in his cold death voice. "Be careful, I'll be watching" Bishibosh whispered. As Fayt vanished into the shadows, Bishibosh used his magic to take the form of a wolf and made his way into a nearby pack. He had ran with this pack before and they knew of him, it was the next best thing to invisibility. The human muttered off to the gnome and began to walk off. The gnome, furious at the warrior, chucked what looked like a wrench at the warrior but missed and hit a nearby prairie dog. It blew up on contact leaving nothing but a burnt scorch on the ground. Fayt followed the human until he was a safe enough distance from the gnome. The human stopped by a tree a good ways away, Fayt too the chance. Reaching up to the humans neck with one hand, and a vicious dagger in the other, Fayt quickly dispatched the human. Almost a clean kill, but when the undead rogue looked at he corpse, with his leg plates hanging down half his legs, he realized the warmth down the bottom half of his leg. "Son of a bit..." Bishibosh staked upon the gnome, eager to seize the opportunity to kill. With the small man being so interested in his work, Bishibosh could easily get the upper hand. Morphing out of the wolf like form, the shaman began charging his hands with the power of the storm, and with one jolt of lightning made a dead shot on the gnome in the device. Assuming the gnome for dead, Bishibosh went forward to inspect the kill. Fayt caught up behind him and together they both approached the strange gnomish device. Before they could check the inside, the gnome lept from the chassis of the machine with a round orb in both hands. "Hah Ha! You mongrels though you have out witted Wizzle Bang Tinker Torch!? I have in my hands not one but TWO highly electrical power cores that with the slightest flux of energy would cause UNPREDICTABLE outcomes! Ha Ha Ha!." At this point our two heros had enough. Bishibosh charged another lighting bolt while Fayt prepare a deadly throw. Combining the electric current into the dagger, Fayt then threw it passed the gnome and into the heart of the machine. The resulting explosion of static revealed what the gnome was trying to create. Some form of prison to store anyone he could. The pull of the vacuum first sucked the gnome into the device, then after a few minutes of resistance the two heros were also sucked into the whirling vortex. After what seemed like days in the vortex, finally Bishibosh was ejected from the vacuum. Where he was ejected he had no idea. Trying to stand on both legs, he fell. Feeling really dizzy he decided just to lay there and nap until he gained his energy. He lay there asleep for the better part of twelve hours before finally waking up. He tried to stand again with little more success that before, but still fell face first in a puddle nearby. Raising his head and looking into the puddle he saw his face, slimmer and more defined. His braids were missing, in fact most of his facial hair had been gone. Getting up a third time, remaining in a crawling position he waiting for the ripples to clear, and when they finally did, the shaman's face did something it hasn't done since the sundering of Azeroth. His jaw droped, his eyes were huge!, his snout was smaller, and his fur was so much smoother. Looking up he saw a terrible sight, what looked like the skeletal horses of the forsaken... miniaturized! Bishibosh passed out. "Hey no nuts, wake up. It's time for your clamping." Bishibosh shot up in terror at the thought but recognized the voice. "Fayt? is... is that you?" "In the rotted horse flesh." "What did that gnome do to us? some sick polymorph?" "Nope, I just killed all those wooden things and stayed in dead horse mode." At this point a large shadow over took the sky and the two heros looked up, to see a giant dragon flying over head of them. Fayt looked at Bishibosh, and Bishibosh nodded. "Let's que up" "Lets que up"