[Mockrabbit]

The Shrine of Two Moons was busy as usual. There is less of a Horde military presence now, researchers have filled that place. They are gathered to study the effects of the destruction left behind in the vale, Garrosh's legacy has scared the once picturesque land. Many others have traveled to the shrine to witness the coming trial of the former Warchief.

Mockrabbit and Yurrie made their landing on the terrace and squared up with the flight master.

" T'at hole was in t'a wing when we got it."

Mock looks over at the hole in the kite that the flight master points to not looking impressed. Yurrie, Prisoner still on her shoulder and squirming to escape, reaches into a pouch on her belt and hands the flight master some gold for the repairs.

" A blast'd firework shot t'rough it ov'r t'a Jade For'st" Mock insists as he turns and follows Yurrie towards the large doors leading into the shrine, Ottis keeping pace with Mockrabbit.

"Your rotten foot is hardly a rocket."

They walk into the shrine, the main hall bustling with activity. Yurrie climbs the main staircase, the chained undead on her shoulder opens his mouth to say something but only a wheezing sound escapes his throat.

Mockrabbit looks down at Ottis as they begin to climb the ornate stairs.

"W'at o' his tongue t'en, an' inability to talk? Wa't ar' we go'in to tell Luebella o' t'at?"

"He tripped. Fell. Bit it off ?"

Mock chuckles.

They follow Yurrie into the portal room of the shrine. Luebella is standing in the center of the room, a large ghoul at her side.

"This may hurt a bit."

"Let's jus' get it ov'r wi't."

[Luebella]

Yurrie stands in front of Luebella and nods. She keeps a few feet of distance from the twitching ghoul that stands and waits impatiently for orders from it's master. Luebella nods in return.The prisoner still struggles to break the Pandaren's grip while pinned to her shoulder.

"Give the prisoner to the ghoul."

Yurrie shrugs the undead off her shoulder. She hands the chain connected to the prisoners shackles to the large corpse. The ghoul violently grasps it and yanks the prisoner to the ground.
Luebella examines the prisoner briefly. Mockrabbit and Ottis approach. Mock salutes her.

"Missing a foot."

She looks over at Mockrabbit. He has picked Ottis up and is holding him with his left arm.

[Yurrie]

Yurrie crosses her arms.

"He was with the Ordon, as you suspected. Unfortunately he had made some acquaintances that did not wish to see him leave with us."

Yurrie gently rubs her bandaged arm. The burning sensation still present within the charred flesh.

[Luebella]

"The ghoul can 'assist' him then. A missing foot will not hinder his ability to provide the Apothecary with some information about the Ord... "

The prisoner turns his face towards Luebella and attempts to shout at her, once again only air and some gurgling escapes his maw.

Luebella quickly places her foot on his chest pinning him to the ground. She jams her hands into his mouth. Taking his lower and upper mandible in each hand as she forces the undead's mouth open and glares inside. She releases and walks over to the Pandaren and her charge who is still holding the rabbit.

"What happened to his tongue?" She says in a mono-tone and raspy voice.
"It is difficult to get information from a prisoner that cannot speak. What if he does not know how to write?" Her voice slightly raised now. Not in anger, more in annoyance.

[Mockrabbit]

Yurrie looks over to Mockrabbit, a mischievous grin on her face. Mockrabbit scratches the top of Ottis's head.

".....he was like t'at w'en we got t'ere."

Yurrie looks at Luebella, still a slight grin on her face. She nods her head in reassurance of Mock's account.

[Luebella]

"At least this one is alive."
The ghoul snorts and hoists the prisoner onto it's back.
Luebella reaches to her belt and removes two small pouches. She drops one in Yurrie's hand.

"As agreed upon, plus a little extra to cover your 'rabbit' time. Find me in the War quarter if you are still planning on remaining in Trisfal. I will have use for your services again."

Yurrie bows before Luebella and then walks towards the portal to Undercity.
She stops before entering and turns to Mockrabbit and Ottis.
"Until next time" she says to Mockrabbit and Ottis before stepping into the portal.

Luebella hands Mockrabbit the second pouch, the coins jingle as he ties the pouch to his belt.

"I have no more 'tasks' for you right now, you are relieved of duty for the time being. I will send for you when I have another mess that needs to be cleaned up".

[Mockrabbit]

Mockrabbit nods to Luebella. The rabbit's ears perk up.

"I'll bring a mop."

Mockrabbit clutches Ottis, quickly salutes Luebella and runs through the portal to Undercity before Luebella can fully react. They enter the portal just as her eyes start to glow.

"We need to git away from 'ere fir awhile." Mock exclaims as he walks across a bridge over the canal in Undercity, Ottis pouncing on each and every roach unfortunate enough to cross his furry path..

"Stonard it is."

[Mockrabbit]

Hide 'n' Seek
(( Mockrabbit and Ottis are in Booty Bay now with Hardkandy here: viewtopic.php?f=11&t=109 This thread is still in progress))

[Yurrie]

Fetch

It had been over a month since Yurrie returned to Undercity. She spent most of her time in and around the old ruins of Lordaeron, but it was brill where she spent her nights. The town was more accomidating to travelers, the living, due to having zeppelin towers on it's outskirts.

A pair of Deathguard sought her at the Inn. They had woken her in the early morning. She was still somewhat groggy, and now annoyed. She buckled on her leathers and placed her pole on her back then opened the door where the two soldiers flanked each side of the opening.
"Luebella requests your assistance, that is if you're 'choosing' to stay in Trisfal".
Yurrie, rubbing her still bandaged arm, nodded at the Forsaken. She arches her back in a stretch and yawns.
"I am at her service. Lead on".
She followed the guard down the stairs of the Inn. As they walked out into the street she could still see the Forsaken going about their business. Many of the undead never slept as they did not need it to exist. Her conversations with the members of the community revealed to her that some did attempt to sleep, but more often than not it was just out of habit, one they still hadn't broken in undeath.
Yurrie was learning more and more about these people that had 'escaped' death. This new world she was exposing herself to had many races she had never encountered before, but it is the Forsaken that intrigued her the most. Their state of being perplexed her.
"I suspect neither of you can tell me what Luebella may be needing of me?"
The Deathguard were silent, keeping their steady pace on the path leading from Brill to Undercity. Many of the Forsaken did not trust those of us that were living, it is not that they did not have their reasons though. There are many of the living that don't trust their undead brethren, some even wishing to wipe them from Azeroth.
She did not pursue her unanswered question further and remained silent as the entered through the gates of old Lordaeron. They crossed the ruined and bustling courtyard towards the empty throne room and the elevators down to Undercity.

As they made their way towards the Military quarter of the city Yurrie noticed that the Kor'kron patrolling had become fewer in number, and the number of Abomination guards had grown.
"Interesting..."
It appeared that the new Warchief, the Troll Vol'jin, has extended some 'trust' in the Forsaken to govern themselves. Although Yurrie had not been in Trisfal even a year, she had seen the heavy presence of the Orc Kor'kron guard in Undercity.
"Maybe the Warchief is trying to sway some trust for the living".
One of the guards let out a low grunt, as if to chuckle.
The Military quarter gates were in view.

[Yurrie]

Her escort stopped at the gate as Yurrie continued into the quarter. Beaten practice dummies were haphazardly mauled by recruits, the dull sound of wooden practice swords meeting heavily stuffed canvas filled Yurrie's ears as she passed. Across from the worn dummies she glanced to see other Forsaken sparring in small practice circles. Some using the abundant practice weapons placed in racks in the vicinity, others using blades of steel.
Even though they were undead she still felt strange walking past the sparring rings and not seeing, nor smelling, the once familiar scent of blood that would have normally been common place in her training as a monk. In the place of this there was bits of old leathery flesh scattered sparsely on the ground, and the ever present musty smell of decay that always hung in Undercity air.
Yurrie looked away from the rings and could see the Death Knight, Luebella, walking towards her.