Linedan: The Fourth Watch

Linedan watched Ghaar as he went through his rounds – ~12pm till 4pm.

“Uh…y-ya be needin’ anytin’ else, mistah orc?”, the older troll lady asked Ghaar as he placed a rack of vials down on the stone table in front of her. When Ghaar shook his head, she picked up the rack and placed it in a leather bag, nearly dropping it as she kept looking over Ghaar’s shoulder, behind him.

There, a pace behind Ghaar, stood Linedan, in his full armor (including helmet), massive shield on his back and sword dangling from his left hip. The big Tauren towered over the orc, head constantly turning as he looked around the shop. It was plain that the troll wasn’t quite sure what to make of Linedan.

Gharr accepted the vials, smiling and leaving coin on the table, and walked out, his huge clanking shadow following a measured pace behind. Once outside, he sighed, turned his head to speak over his shoulder to Linedan, and said, “I think you scared her, Lin.”

The Tauren never broke stride and never stopped his lookout as he responded. “I am sorry for that, Ghaar, but protecting you is my most important task right now.” That statement given, Linedan said no more.

Ghaar sighed again. He had asked for Noxilite to stand watch on him, true…but following a pace behind, scaring off those he wished to do business with, wasn’t exactly what he wanted.

Meanwhile, Linedan followed along. As they passed Droffers and Son Salvage, movement in the shadows to his right caught his attention, and he slowed down…

Orkal had never had much luck in his life. That’s why he was a thug on the streets of Orgrimmar, prowling the Drag, hiding from the Grunts, constantly on the lookout for an unprotected coinpurse or a drunk to be rolled. But when he saw the richly-clad Lyrissala Duskshadow, blood elf merchant of Silvermoon, walking unescorted through the Drag with no one else around, he figured that maybe his luck had changed.

It was all so simple. Duck into a dark spot, wait for the little blonde slickear to walk by, then strike with the leaded sap, catch her–she weighed nothing, at least for someone used to waylaying dead-drunk orcs–and drag her into the shadows to be relieved of her gold and jewels. So easy.

So it was perhaps just more of Orkal’s luck that as he began quickly stripping the finery and jewelry from her–he briefly admired her lying there, then decided she was too skinny, and she wasn’t really his type anyway–he heard a clanking behind him. Oh great, a grunt., he thought. Not this time. If I move fast enough, I can still grab this stuff and get out…

He came up from his crouch with a wicked-looking curved dagger drawn, and with a snarl, plunged it into the belly of whoever was behind him. Or he would’ve, had their belly not been covered in a thick saronite/titansteel alloy, layered with a black-and-silver tabard. The dagger deflected off with a skreeee of metal on metal, doing no damage to anything but the tabard.

Orkal regained his balance. He looked up. And up. And up.

The last thing he ever saw was a huge shape, indistinct behind what looked like a giant wall of steel crowned with a glowing skull the size of his chest. Then the skull was rushing toward him. There was the echoing sound of splintering bone…and then nothing. Forever.

Linedan looked on as the orc thief sagged against the wall of the Drag from where he’d impacted after the shield spun him around, his crushed face leaving a bloody smear down the rock. At his feet, the elf, robe ripped, stirred, looking around. Linedan picked up her coinpurse on the tip of his sword, and dropped it on top of her form. “Go,” he said, sheathing the weapon, replacing the shield on his back, and walking away, back toward Ghaar…

Ghaar. “Damn it!”, he exclaimed, looking frantically up and down the Drag. There was no sign of Ghaar anywhere. He walked out into the street, muttering curses in Taurahe. He couldn’t have gone far, could he?

Something caught his eye down near his hooves. He bent down and picked it up…it was a single piece of parchment, with writing, but it was too dark for him to see what it said.

“Oh, there you are.” Linedan started and whirled around to see Ghaar emerging from Droffers and Son, dropping a few coins into the small bag at his belt as he walked. “Thanks for waiting outside, I had to work a deal on something…what’s that you’ve got there?”

Wordlessly, Linedan handed the parchment to Ghaar. “I do not know, Ghaar. Do you?”


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