The Mishaps of Bacillus and Prykagia

[Catrux]

(this is currently just Domar and I playing out something we've been tossing around since the WoW rp was introduced, if anyone else would like to join feel free)

Instructor Cel shook her head as her class paired off for dueling, marking the end of class for the day. Bacillus, a promising yet impatient student, was always looking forward to dueling. The duel between Bacillus and another rogue began in the typical fashion, both attempting to hide from the other and gain the upper hand. Unlike his opponent, Bacillus lacked planning, his style was more haphazard. Because he didn’t concern himself with what the best plan of attack might be, Bacillus made a b-line for where he last saw his opponent. Luckily the rogue was still working out his plan of attack when Bacillus found him and was able to incapacitate him. Once his opponent was incapacitated Bacillus, like any rogue went to work and ended the duel quite decisively. To instructor Cel the outcome was not unexpected. In her mind Bacillus was her top student, but he needed to learn the art of forethought, otherwise he could get himself into some very dangerous situations.

After his victory Bacillus would strut around Silvermoon, obviously pleased with himself. While he was seen as quite conceited by many, those same people couldn’t deny that he was a fun person to be around, mainly due to his impulsiveness. He was one of those people who had known what he wanted to be when he was quite young, and was damn proud that he had accomplished that goal. He also hadn’t gone far from Silvermoon, and was itching to go adventuring, but even for his self-assuredness he thought he should find another willing to travel with him, just in case.

Later that day as Bacillus was getting ready to retire for the night, one of the guards approached him. Seeing as Bacillus knew he didn’t do anything wrong today at least, he was a bit curious as to why the guard wished to speak with him. “Instructor Cel would like to speak with you,” came the guard’s demanding voice. The guards all knew Bacillus fairly well seeing as he got himself in to a bit of trouble fairly often, nothing serious but enough for them to have to intervene. Bacillus raised a brow in curiosity as he was told that his instructor wanted to see him at this time, then Bacillus’ ego kicked in, she wanted him. With a renewed spring in his step, he made his way to Murder Row, where his class was held. Striding in as though he owned the place, Bacillus said “Couldn’t wait till next class to see me again?” Even though his instructor was older than him, she like all blood elves seemed timeless.

Ignoring his comment she said that Lor’themar Theron wanted to speak with him. Instantly Bacillus went pale, the last time some one was summoned by Lor’themar Theron they were expelled from Silvermoon. Without another word from his instructor he walked off to what he assumed was to be his expulsion from his home. While on the relatively short walk to Lor’themar’s chamber Bacillus prepared himself for the worst. Upon reaching Lor’themar’s chamber he noticed another who was seemingly about to meet the same fate. The man was quite obviously a magic user, that much was evident from his dress, and choice of weaponry. This put Bacillus’ mind a bit more at ease, perhaps he may have just found a traveling companion. With a little more hope, Bacillus stood at attention next to the caster, in front of Lor’themar Theron, awaiting his fate.

[Domar]

"Damn them all, don't they know just how dangerous that stuff can be?" Pyrkagia said to himself as he scrubbed himself clean in the washroom shared by all of Quithas' students. Pyrkagia was one of the more powerful mages that apprenticed under Quithas and also one of the most devoted to his trade. Though many he knew were more drawn to the powers of ice and the arcane, Pyrkagia was a caster of the flame magics. Nothing made him happier than being able to sit down and read about great mages and powerful magic. One thing that he hated was dirt, grime, and filth and this was something that the other apprentices loved to torture him about.

"All I wanted to do was study up on how to blink, but nooo. They just had to get mud all over me. I could have gotten a terrible disease or something like that. Why can't they just leave me to my books." Pyrkagia was not loved by everyone. Hell, not a lot of people liked him at all. Every part of his day was planned out from beginning to end. Nothing differed unless someone managed to screw it up and whenever they did Pyrkagia became very upset. This annoyed Quithas greatly because it was near impossible for Pyrkagia to think on his feet. Once Quithas told some of his lower students to jump Pyrkagia on the way home. When Quithas got back the next day he found out that Pyrkagia blasted his students in a panic and ran like the wind. This was the last straw for Quithas. He was going to break Pyrkagia of his ritual habits if it was the last thing he would do, and he knew how.

As Pyrkagia got out of the wash room he nearly ran into one of his fellow students. "Quithas sent me here and he said you need to go to see Lor’themar Theron," said the student. Pyrkagia stood there dumbfounded for a moment and then ran. He ran as fast as he could to the chambers of Lor’themar Theron. Pyrkagia had been trying to get his attention for the longest time since the mage's chambers were right next door. He was sure he was about to get his wish of starting a group of mages solely for the protection of Silvermoon. He couldn't help but smile, until he saw another enter Lor’themar's chambers. It was a rouge that walked in and when he did Pyrkagia's dreams vanished as soon as they had spawned. He turned away from the rouge and waited for the audience to start.

[Catrux]

Lor’themar Theron didn't bother to turn and look at the two blood elves assembled before him. He seemed much more interested in something else, which was evident in his tone of speech. "The Orc Chieftain, Thrall has requested some of ours to aid the Horde in the Kalimdor continent. You two are to be sent to Orgrimmar immediately. Once there you will report to Thrall for further instructions. Both of you were suggested by your Instructors.

With a dismissing gesture, Lor'temar Theron said, "You may take your leave. You will take the Orb of Translocation to the repulsive Undercity, I suggest you leave there quickly and get on the Zepplin to Orgimmar. That is all."

A look of excitement came over Bacillus. He was going to go adventuring, he was going to get a chance to hone his skills, that and have fun. He couldn't wait to leave, not that he disliked Silvermoon, he was just bored. He was ready to leave immediately. Turning to the mage beside him, Bacillus smiled and said "Well, lets go." With that, Bacillus began his walk to the Orb of translocation.

[Domar]

For just a moment Pyrkagia thought his heart had stopped when he heard what Lor’themar Theron had said. Once it sank in Pyrkagia really wish it had. Silvermoon had been his home since day one and he never ever considered leaving it, save a few exceptions. However, going to aid the orc chieftain was not one of them. Pyrkagia wanted more than anything to argue that someone, anyone, else could go in his place, but he knew that agruing the lord of Silvermoon was short of insanity. So without a word to Lor’themar Theron Pyrkagia turned to follow the rouge, who seemed to be enjoying himself.

Pyrkagia waited until they were out of earshot of everyone before asking the rouge, "I wonder if you understand what just happened? We are being sent away from the granduer of Silvermoon, through the horrid, filthy Undercity, and into the desease ridden lands of the Orcs." Without waiting for a reply Pyrkagia collected himself and continued, "Well, regardless of what just happened I shouldn't forget my manners. My name is Pyrkagia, a mage tutored in the arts of the flame, and I hope that we can find solace in each other's company. Before you tell me your name let us take the first step on your journey together and cement our friendship on the steps of the Forsaken City." With that Pyrkagia touched the orb of translocation which whisked him off to Undercity in a flash of ruby light. *Maybe, just maybe, this won't be so bad,* he thought to himself, *At least I'm not going to be alone.*

[Catrux]

Bacillus was quite insulted that the mage Pyrkagia seemed to think him to incompetent to understand that they were being sent to Orgrimmar. Before he could reply, the mage translocated. He's just cranky, best not to try and start a fight, just let it be. Bacillus wasn't the smartest blood elf, but he certainly wasn't the dumbest either. Slightly wary of the magic that comprised the orb of translocation, Bacillus tentatively reached out to touch the orb. The moment his hand came to rest on the orb he found himself outside of the Undercity standing next to a nearly identical orb.

The smell of the Undercity was pungent, vastly different from the pleasant, airy scent of Silvermoon. Attempting to block the scent from his mind, Bacillus turned to his traveling companion to introduce himself. "I, as I'm sure you've noticed, am a Rogue trained in the arts of combat. I am Bacillus." The rogue offered a slight bow as he introduced himself, trying to remember his manners. "Why aren't you excited to be aiding the great Warchief Thrall? It is an incredible chance for us to make a name for ourselves, let alone grow into a force for the horde."

Bacillus began walking out of the room that held the orb of translocation so that they wouldn't miss the zepplin to Orgrimmar.

[Domar]

When Pyrkagia appeared in the ruins above Undercity he could hardly stand the smell. Nearly tangeble fumes rose from the tainted water that filled the moat, moss and fungi that covered the stones mixed their spores into the air, and the ground it self smelled of decay. After a few seconds of coughing and wiping his eyes her turned to see the rouge appear behind him. Pyrkagia knew the smell was bad when he saw the face the the other blood elf made as he overcame the smell. He listened to the rouge intoduce himself, but when he heard the name he couldn't beleive his luck....or rather how unlucky he was. Bacillus was a name known well around Silvermoon. A prankster and a joker, he was know to many others as a pain. Pyrkagia had once even heard a mother tell her child to behave or she would have Bacillus come take the child's toys away. He knew Bacillus was talented and generally a pretty good guy, but he certainly wasn't the kind of person Pyrkagia would have chosen to adventure with. He spent a few seconds pondering his misfortune before catching up to Bacillus, who had already started making his way towards the zepplin.

"So your Bacillus," Pyrkagia said trying to sound as though he had no opinions of him yet, "I've heard a lot about you. Nearly top of your class and quite the joker. Hopefully, we can overcome our differences and put our talents to use is ways that would bring pride even to Lor' Themar." He said all of this with pauses in between each comment because he could hardly believe his eyes, once they actually left the ruins. The entire landscape was rotting away in the same way as Undercity. The trees lacked any form of greenery with the exception of a few pines here and there. The grass was a deathly gray and even considering the time of night the sky was dark and overshadowed. The entire place seemed to be under the shadow of death and the thought sent chills down Pyrkagia's spine. By the time he finished talking they were right outside of the zepplin tower. As he was passing through the door way he bumped into someone and when he looked up to apoligize he was looking into two empty eye sockets belonging to a walking corpse who had a bright green mowhawk.

"Sorry," the undead replied in a grating voice.

"N-n-o," replied Pyrkagia, "T-twas all my fault. If you w-will p-please excuse me I must going now." With that Pyrkagia left the undead to continue his way up the step to the zepplin. He kept entirely quite until he and Bacillus arrived at the top. "Remind me that the next time we find an inn I must wash myself," He said while looking at the stain on his robe arm where he bumped into the undead, "More than once."

[Catrux]

(OOC: Joint post between Domar and Catrux)

A grin firmly affixed itself to Bacillus' mouth when the mage revealed his knowledge of him. Bacillus prided himself in being renown by his allies, and even more by his enemies. When Pyrkagia freaked out after the undead bumped into him, Bacillus at first couldn't tell if the mage was attempting a joke or that much of a germaphobe. After a little thought the rogue decided the mage wasn't the joking type and responded, "If you are that scared of your allies I'd hate to see you come across some enemies."

The Zeppelin to Orgrimmar has just arrived! All aboard!

"I am not scared of them," Pyrkagia whispered, "I just don't understand how they can let themselves be so filthy. Even if they are dead they should take some pride in how they look." He then stepped onto the zeppelin and found himself a nice spot below decks to be away from the other passengers. It didn't matter if Bacillus sat by him or not. He just wanted to avoid bumping into any more disease-ridden Undead. "I pray to Hakkar that Orgrimmar is better than this place."

Bacillus gave the mage a dismissive wave as he ranted about hygiene. "Looks aren't the measure of a Warrior. This is war, not a pageant." While the mage went below deck, Bacillus couldn't wait to watch the journey first hand. He was far too excited over the thought of adventure to sit quietly below.

The Zeppelin is now leaving for Orgrimmar!

As the Zeppelin lurched forward Bacillus rushed to the front next to the commander to get the best view possible. The ride felt as though it was much too short, but the rogue wasn't about to complain, he was mere moments away from the horde capital city.

During the short ride Pyrkagia thought about what he really wanted and if this war was really worth it, because Bacillus was right. This wasn't going to be a cake walk, but how else could he prove himself worthy in Lor'themar's eyes? Pyrkagia summoned a small flame and let it dance from finger tip to finger tip as he contemplated his next course of action. "Quithas told me i would never survive outside of Silvermoon," he said to the flame in his hand, "Shall I prove him right or shall I show the world what I can do?" The flame grew brighter, almost in response to his question, right before he snuffed it out. Pyrkagia went topside just as the shore of Durotar came into view. He sought out Bacillus for the last moments of the trip and said, "I may be no warrior, but I can hold my own."

"I'm sure what ever Thrall has planned for us will end up showing us exactly what the other is made of." Bacillus turned and offered the mage a slight smile as the Zeppelin docked and the Goblin announced the ships arrival. "We should hurry, I'm sure Thrall is a busy Orc." Truth be told Bacillus was becoming more nervous with each step, he had no idea what was in store for him. Orgrimmar was where many of the greats of the Horde gathered, the fortress city became more daunting with each step. He could hear the clash of metal, and the explosion of spells outside of Orgrimmar's gate. The true heroes of the horde were testing their mettle against one another, Bacillus suddenly felt quite small in comparison. Even atop the sounds of the dueling Bacillus could hear the city bustling, it seemed much more hectic than Silvermoon.

Pyrkagia could hardly believe the power of the titans clashing outside of Orgrimmar. Bestial Shamans tore through their enemies with spell and steel, while Priests of Light and Darkness clashed in flashes of energy. Pyrkagia was enthralled by this one Troll who was obviously a priest of the holy discipline. Upon winning he pointed into the distance and proclaimed, "I am Bokomono, the number one Troll superhero!" Though powerful he was, Pyrkagia couldn't help but think to himself of how strange Trolls must be. The two of them walked through the large stone arch in the wall and entered into Orgrimmar itself. The huge city was inside a valley, being twofold in size of Silvermoon because of the fact that there were upper and lower levels. All the races of the horde were represented in just the crowd that stood outside the gates, but inside it seemed like every other city had emptied itself into the confines of Orgrimmar. Pyrkagia even forgot about the fact that dirt and dust were being kicked into the air and onto him as he traveled towards Thrall's chambers. Pyrkagia could hardly wait to meet the leader of so mighty a city, so mighty an army.

Seeing as neither of them knew their way around the massive city, Bacillus decided to stop and ask for directions. Approaching the hulking Orc warrior, Bacillus was about to inquire about directions when the orc burst out "Lok'tar Blood Elf!" Slightly taken aback by the orc's booming voice Bacillus asked "We are new to the area, where is Thrall's chambers?" With out hesitation the orc began directing them through The Drag and into the Valley of Wisdom. "Thank you, Shorel'aran." The mage and rogue began weaving their way between the many people and their mounts bustling through the streets. Before long they pushed their way into the much less crowded streets of The Drag making the rest of the walk incredibly easier. Before long the doorway to Thrall's chambers came into view, they were almost there. It was almost time to find out what they were to do here in Kalimdor.

[Domar]

(OOC: Once again this is a joint post by Catrux and I)

The outside of Thrall's chambers were small in comparison to Lor'themar's. However there was a certain aura of importance that Lor'themar's chambers lacked. As Pyrkagia walked into the building he noticed all of the different races coming and going. Trolls, Tauren, Orcs, Undead, and other Bloodelves of every profession, skill and might were entering and leaving the chambers. To see Lor'themar one had to be summoned, but it seemed that all members of the Horde were welcome in the home of the War Chief. He and Bacillus continued their way past everyone into the bowels of Thrall's chamber and Pyrkagia felt nervousness creep up on him as he saw the War Chief sitting on his throne.

Bacillus felt insignificant in comparison to the Orcs that made up the infamous Kor'kron, not to mention Thrall himself. The rogues eyes couldn't help but survey the gleaming weapons and armor sported by everyone in Thrall's chamber. The Kor'kron did not let their reputation down, it truly seemed their equipment and training were their life. Even though the Horde as a whole cared little for looks, there was no blemish nor dent in their gear, furthering the assumption that they were fully devoted to their Warchief. Standing amongst these veterans of the Horde, Bacillus felt as though he may as well be unarmed. For the first time in his life Bacillus felt completely and utterly inadequate, but he was not about to let that show to the Warchief. No, he was going to prove his worth to Thrall, he was going to become a High Warlord...and surely whatever Thrall has in store for him will take him down that path.

Pyrkagia tried to look at over at Bacillus discreetly, using the image of his companion to quell the dragonhawks in his stomach. In the quick moment he took to look Pyrkagia saw wonder, and something akin to greed, in Bacillus's eyes. Pyrkagia drew himself up, straightened his back, and waited for Thrall to acknowledge them. Suddenly the beastly looking orc next to him stepped forward and said, "I am Rehgar Earthfury, Advisor to Warchief Thrall and Shaman Representive on the New Council of Tirisfal. You two stand boldly before the Warchief, yet we know not who you are or why you stand here."

There was a pause which Pyrkagia took as signal he should introduce himself. "I am Pyrkagia Ilios, Mage Student of Quithas, Servant of Lor'themar Theron, and Member of the Horde."
“I am Bacillus of the Luminarium house, pupil of Cel, Servant of Lor’themar Theron, and above all Member of the Horde!” Since his arrival at Orgrimmar Bacillus had come to the realization that he wasn’t just a blood elf, he was truly a member of the Horde at heart. He hadn’t always thought himself as such, but something about this city and standing amongst these Orcs he felt a sense of belonging beneath the feelings of inadequacy. "We are here because Lor'themar has requested that we come here and aid our Horde allies in any way you see fit. For the Horde." he finished in what he had heard was an orcish saying of brotherhood.

Thrall sat there for a moment looking at the two bloodelves standing in front of him. Pyrkagia felt the Warchiefs eyes scanning both of them in a way only the wise could, seeming to look into you. However Pyrkagia noticed a subtle shift in his eyes that it made him seem to look past them instead and Pyrkagia was about to turn and look behind him when a hand landed on his shoulder.

The hand the mage felt upon his shoulder quickly pushed him and the rogue aside before the body it belonged to walked past them. A warlock wearing a robe and shoulder guards that had an intricate pattern of different hues of blue, clearly the pieces were meant to be worn together. One knowledgeable enough in the art of tailoring would safely wager that the man was also wearing the boots that made up the set known as Shadow’s Embrace. Shortly after pushing past the two young blood elves the warlock addressed Thrall, “Were is she?” The blood elf warlock nearly shouted at the Warchief. Without seeing Reghar take a step toward him, the warlock dropped and shook his head while putting up his hands. The warchief smiled slightly at Reghar’s threat that the warlock missed, quietly Thrall whispered “I wouldn’t advise getting in that one’s way, I don’t think much of you would be left.” Reghar found the Warchief’s words hard to believe, then again he had no reason to doubt Thrall.

After taking a moment to compose himself the warlock sighed, “I hear you have reason to believe Balinda is returning to the front lines, I must know where.” There was an obvious distaste in his voice for the woman he referred to as Balinda.

As the warlock was conversing with the Warchief, a Succubus appeared in front of the two young blood elves. “Aww what’s wrong? He’s not that scary is he?” The succubus asked the two of them while running her hand along Bacillus’ jaw line and Tail along Pyrkagia’s. The demon didn’t have to try very hard to get Bacillus’ full attention, so she turned her efforts toward the mage. “It’s not polite to ignore someone,” the Succubus pouted as she brought her hand up to turn Pyrkagia’s face toward hers.

For the first time since their arrival Bacillus and Pyrkagia heard the warchief speak, “She is aiding the Stormpikes in Alterac Valley.” Thralls voice was deep and commanding, much like a brewing thunderstorm. Without another word shared between them, the warlock turned away from the warchief and began to take his leave before noticing the mage he pushed aside earlier. Grabbing the mage by the collar of his robe the warlock pulled him close and barked “Port me to Alterac Valley!”

“I-I-I-I-I d-don’t know how to do that yet!” Pyrkagia cried while cringing from the rage of this mysterious Bloodelf.

This time a small chuckle escaped the warchief, “I have already told the Frostwolves that you wish to aid them, they will summon you when they are ready for you.” Satisfied with the warchief’s words the warlock dropped the mage and took his leave of Thrall’s Chambers. Once he was almost out of the Chambers he stopped and shouted back, “Hesriel we are leaving now.” With a giggle the Demon stepped back from the two blood elves, “Bye boys.” Entirely unlike her master the succubus waved to the warchief and skipped out of the room calling back, “Alright I’m coming.”

Pyrkagia could hardly believe what he saw. The Bloodelf that had shoved him aside was wearing the Frozen Shadoweave set, a collection of tailored cloth armor that was the dream wear of all the ice mages in his classes back at Silvermoon. The blood elf had to be powerful in order to wear that gear without having a magical overload. This guess of Pyrkagia’s was only furthered by the fact that the Bloodelf had the audacity to shout at the Warchief only to have his might acknowledged by Thrall. He listened carefully to the conversation going and was caught slightly off guard when Balinda was mentioned. She was one of the most powerful mages belonging to the alliance. He was off in his own world thinking about Balinda when suddenly he noticed something very attractive and VERY female turn his face towards her. He was about to ask who she was when all of a sudden the Bloodelf grabbed him by the throat of his robes. After finding out someone else could port him, and left the chamber, Thrall once again turned his attention to Pyrkagia and Bacillus.

“Now back to the matter of you two. I am in need of more able and loyal members of the Horde to do some things for me. I could ask members like Veosin, who just left, to do these missions for me. However, I would rather trust them to a few elite trainees who wish to prove themselves as valuable members of the Horde. What I must know is if you, Bacillus Luminarium and Pyrkagia Ilios, are two of these elite trainees.” He pause for a moment to let the gravity of what he said sink in, but not long enough for either to form an answer. “If either of you wish to prove yourselves to me you will accept the trails I will yet set ahead of you. Will you two do what I ask?”

The entire time the warlock had been on his tirade Bacillus had done everything possible to avoid meeting the warlock’s wrath. Bacillus didn’t know much about the magic casting classes other than how to attack them, so he wasn’t a good judge of the man’s power other than when Thrall didn’t tear him a new one when he stepped out of line. Not to mention he had been quite distracted by the Succubus this Veosin was using. Even when the warlock grabbed his traveling companion Bacillus tried to distance himself instead of aiding his friend, although the succubus didn’t let him travel far before regaining his full attention. Only after the warlock and his demon left did Bacillus remember why he was here, almost as if sensing it Thrall re-addressed them. Bacillus visibly brightened at being offered the chance to prove himself as a member of the horde. His eagerness would show itself in his response.

Both of them immediately answered, “For the Horde!”