[Luebella]

"We were given no information indicating Paladins operating in that area. We expected their presence closer to Dalaran but not in the peaks."

Ottis can be heard squeaking and the roach hissing as they prepare to duel for supremacy of the quarter.

Luebella doesn't seem to notice, lost in thought for a moment.

She steps towards Mockrabbit.

"Go on, what of this Paladin?"

[Mockrabbit]

Mockrabbit takes a step back as Luebella moves forward.

"Well, we were rid'in back up to t'a Grom'arsh look-out camp to catch a ride back to Vengeance Land'in. Ottis notic'd it first, t'a sound of steel crash'in against steel. T'a battle cry came next. I dismount'd an' left t'a horse on t'a narrow path up to t'a camp."

Ottis and the roach have now taken their battle onto the sparring floor, darting around the trainee's feet as they in turn try not to step or trip on them as they continue with their session.

"When we got to t'a top o' t'a path at t'a edge o' t'a camp we seen t'a human fight'in wi't t'a Orc guards. All but one o' t'a Orcs were mov'in t'a inhabitants in'ta the old zeph shelt'r . T'a one Orc was hold'in her own against t'a meat bag until t'a flight mast'r at t'a camp try'd to jump on t'a human's back."

Luebella shifts her weight to her right side.

Ottis jumps in the air towards one of the trainees. He kicks off of the trainee's chest. This knocks him backwards and out of the way of a potentially hard strike from his sparring partner. Ottis launches himself towards the battered roach attempting to flee the arena.

" T'a paladin swept t'a Orc warrior's leg wi't his mace as she was moment'rily distract'd by the t'a flight mast'r's attack. She fell hard."

Ottis lands on the roach.
The trainee regains his footing and makes a desperate lunge at his partner in an attempt to put some distance between them.

"T'a paladin spun a'ound quickly, send'in the flight mast'r sail'in to t'a ground.
T'a paladin brought his mace down on t'a Orc's head befir I even had time to ready my blades.
T'a Orc guard was be'in dragg'd in'ta t'a shelt'r, struggl'in t'a whole time an' roar'in at t'a human like some kind'a berse'rk'd animal."

The Trainee's lunge misses. His partner, rather than moving back as expected, moves forward and hits the still stumbling foe hard on his back.

Ottis pauses for a moment as the roach hisses again, pinned under the rabbit's weight. It is cut short as Ottis bites the head off of his game.

"He spotted us as I start'd towards him. Ottis ran around to cov'r his back, cutt'in off a possible r'treat."

The drill master briefly congratulates the still standing Forsaken with a nod as at the other trainee rises back to his feet.

Ottis swallows the roach's head and then hops back towards Mockrabbit.

"T'a t'ing is he seem'd to be expect'in us t'ere. He smil'd a little as he seen me com'in towards him. He rais'd 'is mace above 'is head try'in to crush us in one blow. I delfect'd it. He seem'd invigor't'd aft'r t'is. Fast'r. Driv'n. "

Ottis hops past Luebella's foot and into Mock's face guard that is still resting on the floor.

"If it wasn't fir Ottis, an' t'at injur'd Orc refus'in t'a stay down, I t'ink he would 'ave consum'd us wi't t'at burn'in light."

"You were sloppy. He made us look like an amateur."

Mock picks up Ottis.

"I t'ink t'a cold ju' slow'd us down."

Ottis blinks.

"Throwing your sword over the side of the mountain, and then us spending three days trying to find it, slowed us down"

[Luebella]

Luebella takes another step forward, once again crossing her arms.

"ENOUGH!"

She points at the two new risen that are beginning a new sparring session.

"Those two may be fresh out of the ground, and learning there place here, but at least THEY can stay on task. No more bickering amongst 'yourselves'.
What did you learn?
What happened to the Paladin?
What was his name?
What information did you get from him?
Why was he there?"

Luebella's eyes briefly glow an unholy green and then fade away into the dark sockets where eyes should be.

Mockrabbit takes another step back. The hair on Ottis's back stands up for a moment.

[Mockrabbit]

"...we didn't get a chance to question him. T'a Orc, Ottis an' I 'disabl'd' him befir he 'slipp'd' off o' t'a side of t'a peak."

Ottis's ears lay down now across his back.

Mockrabbit takes another two steps back.

[Luebella]

Luebella takes a step forward. She speaks through a her tightly clenched jaw now.

"Think hard. Was there anything, ANYTHING, that you can give me to take back regarding this attack on the outpost?"

Her tone is low, direct and frustrated.

[Mockrabbit]

Mockrabbit looks at Ottis for a moment.
Ottis moves onto Mock's foot.

"The trophy?"

"Aye."

Mockrabbit reaches into a pouch on his belt and pulls out a bit of bone with rotten flesh attached.

"T'is is all we were able to recov'r."

[Luebella]

Luebella takes the remains of the finger. She is silent for a minute.
She looks up at Mockrabbit and over at Ottis. Here jaw still clenched, her left hand balled into a fist.

"It will at least give legitimacy to your report."

She turns and begins to walk out of the Quarter, but stops a few steps away for the west gate. She turns her head side to the side, to Mock and then Ottis.

"You're to be at the Pandaren portal in Ogrimmar in 2 weeks time. Now that The True Horde is no longer in control of the city we can continue our exploration of the new continent. Enter it and travel to the Tian Monastery. The Pandaren monk will be waiting for you there. She will provide you with your new orders then. "

Mockrabbit nods.

"One more thing."

A glow can once again be seen coming from her eyes.

"If you ever kill another suspect that you may suspect plotting against the Forsaken you are to capture them, and bring them back for interrogation. They only need to be alive and able to talk. Do you understand?"

Mockrabbit nods again and salutes Luebella.

"Fir t'a Firsaken."

[Mockrabbit]

((These events come after'Loony Toons' , and makes reference to a very early short story called 'Kota Peak's big bug': viewtopic.php?f=14&t=125 *Hardkandy's text is in RED))

Brill's night sky was bright this day, no clouds to hinder the star light.

"I wond'r if we're be'in sent ta escort anoth'r prison'r."

Mockrabbit mumbled to himself as he tooK the reins of his undead steed. It's armor cleaned and new shoes applied to the to its cold hooves.
Ottis moves slowly around the stable, not able to find any small game to play with.

"Would explain why t'a Pand'ren will be join'in us, Luebella didn't like t'at t'a last one went miss'in*."

Mock hands the Farrier his fee, the coins make a slight clinging sound as the fall a short distance into his hand.
After being sure he was paid in full the Farrier also pulls out an envelope from his back pocket and hands it to Mock.

"W'at's this?"
"That Elf left it for you, said to give it to you when you returned for your horse."
"An' aft'r ya had been paid up too?"

Ottis looks up at the Farrier, his nose twitches
The Farrier nods

"You're welcome."

The Farrier turns his back to Mock and Ottis, and walks over to his next customer.
Mock opens the envelope.

Hardkandy:
A letter on plain parchment; the writing is neat but compact:

Hello, Mockrabbit,

I'll be in Silvermoon in a few days, until the year changes. Come by and see the Winter Veil lights! I'm staying at the Wayfarers' Inn.

Give Ottis a pet for me!

-- Hardkandy



Ottis looks up at Mock as he bends down slightly to rub the top of the rabbit's head.

"Don't even think about it, we will on be guard duty at the Deathknell if Luebella doesn't maim us when she puts you through her gauntlet of ghouls."

Mockrabbit stands up, raising his left hand to the base of his face guard.

"Strange one t'at Blood."
"Some might say the same about you, looks like you're talking to your horse".


Mockrabbit looked up in time to see the Farrier staring at him, his head cocked to the side. It quickly straightened up and he turned back to his work once he noticed Mock look up at him

"Yir jus' not speak'in loud enough, t'at's all".

Ottis Placed one of this front paws on the Mock's leg.
Mock scoops him up and mounts his steed.

"Ya t'ink she's on t'a up-an'-up?"
"She didn't question our 'quirks', and she fed me. Maybe good to have another ally."

They started to ride out of Brill towards the Zeppelin towers outside the town walls.
Mock glanced at the letter again.

"Guess we may pay a vis't to Ston'rd when we get back."
"Let's try and not almost be killed this time out, and stay away from the Mantid."*
Mock pats Ottis's head as they head towards the tower with the dock to Orgrimmar.
"They taste funny."

[Mockrabbit]

((The following was titled 'Fire and Time' taking place after the events listed above originally posted under 'The Finger of Light' and 'Loony Toons'))

Fire and Time

Flames rained from the sky behind them. Mockrabbit was trying to keep up to the Monk that was now running 10 yards in front of him. She clenched a chain connected to the neck and hands of corpse that was defiantly being dragged behind her. Ottis dashed in a zig-zag pattern close behind Yurrie making him a hard target, and a distraction to the bound prisoner.

"T'ey're gain'in!"

Mock briefly looked behind him to see the Ordon still in chase as they crossed the ruins on the Time Lost Isle. One of the 'flame summoners' and maybe five of the 'runts' unrelenting in their pursuit.

[Yurrie]

Yurrie slows her pace as she sees the gate leading out of the Ordon territory.

"Keep close Rabbit..."

A large Yaungol with a shield and black blade moves to block the path through the gate.
Yurrie stops, her chained undead falls to the ground just behind her.
Ottis hops up onto his chest. She draws the pole from her back as Mock catches up to them, the pursuing Ordon not far behind.

"...they will not be surrendering one of their emissaries so easily"

The captive laughs.

The Ordon warrior at the gate bellows " You will all be a sacrifice to Ordos!"