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Post by bebbit on Apr 8, 2015 14:50:28 GMT -5
Silently, the Druid crept forward. Scarcely able to believe the inattentiveness of his intended victim, he still took all precautions when approaching. Not many Druids retained the ability to stalk their prey while in the form of a bear, but Bebbit had mastered the art.
The prey still had his back to the Druid as he inched forward. Taking care that his huge paws didn't scrape the ground, Bebbit slowly eased them down before taking another step forward.
Intent on his mark, he ignored the sounds of the busy city around him.
A slight movement ahead of him and the Druid froze in place. His target appeared to be dozing on the steps, and shifting his body to some unknown dream. After a minute, Bebbit crept forward once more.
Easing up right next to his unwitting victim, Bebbit carefully positioned himself directly behind his mark's body and brought himself up to a full sitting position. Struggling not to breath downward, he slowly shuffled forwards until his paws were on either side of his target.
As he relaxed slightly Bebbit was able to take in the sights and sounds around him once more.
He was sitting on the steps leading to the inner corridors of the Shrine of the Two Moons. Horde of all races hurried around him, intent on their own quests and agendas. A few curious eyes glanced over him as he sat, but most paid no mind to the giant bear cuddling with the Forsaken.
Feeling a movement between his legs, Bebbit looked down. The Forsaken had awoken and struggled to comprehend the situation that befell him.
"Damn you Bebbit, not again." Tazral cursed, trying to free himself from the embrace.
The bear snuffled in amusement, stood up, and bopped the rogue on the head. Lumbering out the entrance, he quickly shifted into a bird of prey and flew off into the sky. He had been in a city for much too long, at least ten minutes during his stalk, and craved the open world.
Extending his wings to their full length, the Druid reveled in the freedom as he soared towards the horizon.
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Post by bebbit on Apr 8, 2015 14:50:45 GMT -5
Bebbit was excited.
It wasn't the happy kind of excitement, it was the excitement in anticipation of something to come. Recently back from a quest in Felwood, he had acquired an item that promised great potential on the field of battle.
As a battle healer he didn't have much in the way of defending himself from attackers. Usually he was able to keep out of their reach by means of shape-shifting and various spells. When it came to attacking though, his repertoire was considerably lacking.
This item promised to change all of that.
Glowing slightly, the palm-sized trinket was striped with various colors along it's length. While not very impressive, it was nonetheless pleasing to look at. When he held it on his person, he could feel a tiny increase to his overall well being. He could also see the activation mechanism for its offensive capability.
Feeling bold, Bebbit decided that the best place to test this incredibly powerful artifact would be the Timeless Isle. Since it's discovery, the Isle had been a hot spot for both factions and their grudges. Countless treasures and fantastical creatures roamed it, and both sides wanted exclusive ownership rights.
Fights broke out all the time, and there was even rumors of a third faction fighting in the mists. A faction dedicated to worshiping Ordos. These Emissaries of Ordos appeared shrouded in a pink mist, and attacked both factions in their insane zeal for their god.
After arriving on the Isle Bebbit re-orientated himself with the timeless aspect of the place, and began searching for the perfect candidate. Staying in the form of a cat, he slunk in the shadows and stayed out of sight from anyone who came near him. He had a few close calls, but was able to dash away before he was detected.
After almost an hour of searching, he finally found what he was looking for. A lone Dwarf resting near a cliff. Bebbit grinned to himself. Eradicating one of the smelly, small folk would be greatly satisfying.
Positioning himself behind the Dwarf, Bebbit quickly shape-shifted back into his Tauren form as he cast a spell. Roots burst up from the grounds and immediately wrapped themselves around the Dwarf's feet and ankles, rooting him in place. The Dwarf let out a squeal of alarm and began flapping his arms in panic. His expression grew more alarmed when he saw that Bebbit had begun to draw out his trinket.
Grinning in victory, the Tauren held the colorful trinket in the Dwarf's direction and activated it's mechanism.
A large rainbow arced from the item and struck the Dwarf in the chest.
A few moments passed with both individuals staring slack-jawed at the brilliant display of colors.
When it finally died out, the Dwarf began to giggle. Bebbit scowled and tried to activate the item once more, hoping it was a malfunction. Nothing happened.
Looking down at the trinket, he noticed that the colorful stripes had faded away. As he watched, he could see a small bit of color begin to return to one side.
Realizing that it would take quite a while for it to recharge, Bebbit looked up to where the Dwarf was rolling on the ground in laughter.
Bebbit snorted in disgust and almost threw the trinket away. Thinking better of it though, he tucked it away into an belt pouch and quickly shifted back into cat for.
As he sprinted away, he could still hear the roars of laughter coming from the smelly creature. Feeling disgusted and betrayed, Bebbit vowed that he would find a lethal use for the item, if it was the last thing he did.
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Post by bebbit on Apr 8, 2015 14:51:08 GMT -5
Humming to himself, Bebbit carefully worked the thin piece of wire around the frame. Sitting inside the relatively deserted inn, he slowly fitted the wire into it’s spot, twisted a bolt to hold it in place, then held up the finished product for inspection.
Needing only six titanium bars, two dream shards, and a couple handfuls of cobalt bolts, the Druid had spent the past few days laboring over this new item. Bebbit usually didn’t attempt construction of these types of items - he had no use for them - but after hearing numerous reviews, he’d decided to try and make one for himself.
It being a Gnomish invention, the Tauren’s fat fingers had ruined two before he finally was able to complete the third. The schematic was meant to be built by someone with much smaller hands, but Bebbit was too determined to be put off.
Being an Engineer, it wasn’t too unusual for a member of the Horde to use schematics created by a member of the Alliance, and vice versa. Both sides had talented inventors who cared little about the conflict, and only sought to further their knowledge of the mechanical. Bebbit had picked up the schematic on one of his excursions into Ratchet. The Goblins there regularly traded with their Gnomish counterparts.
Putting a final tweak on the top, Bebbit took his finished invention and placed it over his head. He felt ridiculous of course, but he wouldn’t let embarrassment stand in the way of science.
Walking out of the Wyvern’s Tail Tavern, the Druid slowly strolled along the dirt road. Almost instantly he began to giggle to himself. Various members of the different Horde races passed him, and it was all Bebbit could do not to stare.
The contraption was working even better than he’d anticipated. Those devious and perverted Gnomes certainly knew what they were about when they had invented these goggles.
Looking through the clear lenses, Bebbit’s view of the city remained unchanged except for one major difference.
Everyone appeared to be in their underclothes.
A wide grin on his face, the Druid continued strolling through Orgrimmar. He usually tried to avoid cities, but he’d make an exception this time.
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Post by bebbit on Apr 8, 2015 14:51:31 GMT -5
The bear growled softly. This wasn't the first time he'd seen the diminutive creature in these woods, and his instincts told him that something nefarious was afoot. Shifting into cat form, he silently stalked closer in an attempt to find out what it was doing.
Wearing black robes and a wide-brimmed hat, the tiny person was meddling with some long pole as she stood at the edge of the pond. The cat curiously cocked his head as she finished what she was doing. Her tiny, black gloved hands fastened a length of wire to one end of the pole, then tossed the other end into the water.
Tipping her hat down over her eyes, the Gnome stuck one end of the pole in the ground, and relaxed on the grassy hill as she waited for a bite.
Intrigued by the Gnome's fearless attitude, the cat slunk up behind her, intending to scare her and take her fish. With a bloodthirsty roar, Bebbit shifted into his enormous bear for right next to the tiny Gnome, and loomed over her.
After an initial widening of her eyes in surprise, the Gnome gave a happy squeal and began to pet the bear. Confused at the turn of events, the bear sat on his haunches next to the little creature and watched the water with her.
A flash of movement in the corner of his eye drew the Druid's attention away from the pond. He growled again as he noticed a Human hunter firing his gun at some of the local wildlife. His sudden leap to his feet and transformation into cat form elicited another surprised squeak from the Gnome, but he wasn't listening. He had a Hunter to kill.
Stealthily, he maneuvered behind the Human when its attention was on its most recent kill. A short pounce from out of the bushes stunned the Hunter for a moment, and that was all he needed. Raking and ripping his claws across the Human, the Druid quickly dispatched the poacher before he had a chance to react. He glanced back at the Gnome to see her reaction, and he actions befuddled him even more.
The Gnome hadn't moved from her spot, and she gave a small cheer when he looked her way.
Shifting once more into bear form, Bebbit could think of only one more way he might be able to intimidate this surprising creature. He ripped one of the arms off the Hunter, and made his way back to the Gnome. Dropping the arm at her feet, he gave his most bloodthirsty roar right in her face.
She giggled and began to pet him again.
Sighing in defeat, Bebbit plodded over and sat down behind the Gnome again. With the Gnome cuddling up against him, the Bear and the Gnome Fair relaxed on the shores of the pond.
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Post by bebbit on Apr 9, 2015 13:16:03 GMT -5
The Monk twisted his body, snapping a kick at the demon in front of him. He easily avoided the clumsy retaliating swing, and snapped another kick at it's head. A flurry of jabs at it's midsection dropped the demon in it's tracks. Breathing a sigh of relief, the Monk readied himself for the next fiend. He still had a good sized number to kill before he could return to the safety of the Court of Souls.
Acrid smoke rose from the valley he fought in, stinging his nose and filling his eyes with tears. Unwilling to succumb to mere annoyances though, the Monk continued to smash through the demon ranks with his fists.
With only a few left to kill, the Monk became aware of another presence in his vicinity. A quick glance around revealed nothing, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. As he moved towards the nearest demon, the impact of a large creature slammed into his back, momentarily stunning him. Just as he cleared away the daze, the Monk found himself caught up in an intense whirlwind. Completely immobilized, he watched in horror as a large, hunched figure slowly walked into his view.
Rippling muscles bulged from it's arms and bare chest, and it's entire body was covered in brown hair. Razor sharp claws tipped it's fingers, gleaming teeth shown from it's maw, and a low growl echo'd through the valley.
Terrified, the Monk quickly realized this a member from the outcast sect of Druids known for worshiping Shirvallah. They were a bloodthirsty lot, and rarely left any survivors. Unable to move, unable to act, the Human watched in horror as the half cat, half man waited for the cyclone to end.
The instant the spell ended, the Monk launched himself at the Druid. Flashing fists struck the animal, but seemed to have no effect. The monk thought he saw a tiny grin begin to form on his lips, but that thought flew from his head as he found himself wrapped up yet again in a whirling cyclone. Confusion slowly replaced fear as the Druid sat down on his haunches and simply watched.
When the cyclone ended this time, the Monk stayed perfectly still. Unsure of it's intentions, he didn't want to show any hostile actions as he was clearly over-matched. A slight groan escaped his mouth as the Druid cast another spell, and the Monk found himself in the middle of a cyclone yet again. Obvious amusement shone on the Druids face.
When the whirlwind wore off this time, the Monk attempted to flee the area. Tucking himself into a ball, he quickly rolled forward a great distance. Usually this would be enough to escape any enemy, but his heart sank as he heard a thud right behind him. With a snarl, the Druid leaped right after the rolling monk and landed on top of him. A quick head bash stunned the monk. Staring through bleary eyes, the Monk expected to be finished off rather quickly. Instead, the Druid again walked a few paces away and sat down.
The monk pushed himself to his feet, only to be caught up in yet another cyclone. The Druid shook with laughter.
Almost the instant the Monk dropped back to earth, he screamed at the Druid "What the hell do you want?"
A sly grin was his only answer as he felt the familiar winds incapacitate him.
A shout from the nearby ridge drew both of their attention. A surge of hope rushed through the Monk as he recognized the figure. Clad in dull silver and brown armor, Jalurkey - a warlord in the army known as Warbringer - made a threatening gesture at the Druid.
"God damnit Bebbit, leave him alone!" Jalen yelled.
With a smirk and a wink, the Druid dashed away and disappeared before their very eyes.
Jalen made his way down the ridge to make sure the Monk hadn't suffered any injuries. "Are you alright?" He asked.
"I'm fine, just a bit shook up." The Monk replied. "Did you know that Druid? What on earth was he doing?"
Jalen just shook his head. "Yeah, he's an odd one. He seems to have a morbid fascination with hampering anyone from Warbringer in the most annoying ways. He doesn't kill, only impedes." As he moved to leave, the Hunter looked back. "Just keep a watchful eye, he might return. Call if you need any assistance."
The Monk nodded and waved as the Hunter rode away. With a little apprehension, he moved towards the nearest demon. He still had a few to kill. A soft chuckle echoed, causing him to whirl around, but there was no one there.
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