Booty Bay (Stranglethorn)

Sneak disappeared into nothingness, creeping away from the wounded warrior. He knew that if he tried to finish him, the bruisers would be on him. He then let out a short grumble, cursing the warrior under his breath for telling the bruisers how to track him..

"Blasted.." he whispered and began to head for the entrance of the town, he was going to beat the guards, he wouldn't be caught if he could help it.

He snuck past the various unaware guards, gingerly stepping around people, stepping through the throng of adventurers. He was dizzy from the head bashes, from having his brain jostled around in his cranium. "Blasted Warrior" He said a bit more openly, not caring so much.

Eventually though, Sylvos found his freedom and made for the alliance camp..

Din sat there quietly against the door, his eyes closed as he focused on some inner fire. He then began to bang the back of his skull against the door hard. He could take the pain in his cranium, he was used to head butting dwarves as a method of saying hello. He flinched as the gradual pain mounted, but continued.

"THUMP THUMP THUMP"

He stopped and let the pain subside a bit, still trying to stay conscious. He then gave a light grumble and began to smash his head against the door again..

"THUMP THUMP THUMP"

He waited again.. He hoped.. If Elune so desired him by her side, so be it, but he hoped that his time wasn't over.

"THUMP THUMP THUMP"

Tokad planted his foot sturdily in the mud and looked up. He squinted through the high sun and stared at the tiny kraken in a tree. Its slippery tentacles gripped the branches and slowly climbed down towards him. He tried to take a step back but his feet where stuck in the mud. He looked up to see the creature making its way down. he crouched and pulled desperately at his boot. The creature opened its mouth and it slowly let out a pounding "THUMP THUMP THUMP". Tokads eyes widened at the sound. "What in the sea lords mercy." He grabbed his knife and pointed at the kraken "THUMP THUMP THUMP" it let out again. It leapt off the last branch and landed on his face.

Tokad fell off the counter swiping at his face and landed with a thud on the ground. It was empty. He furrowed his brown and tried to make sense of where he was. "ello?"

"THUMP THUMP THUMP"

Came from the door. For a split second he thought "Tiny kraken!" but he shook that crazy notion off and he got to his feet. He hobbled over to the door. He opened it cautiously, what if there really was such thing as a tiny kraken. the door pushed open and a heap of purple fell in.

"Blasted sails boy, what be happened to yah?! Stay put aye, Ill go find someone"

He galloped up the stairs and went to the room he knew was taken. He gained speed, fast as his crooked legs could take him. He saw the tiny green goblin that gave him a fright earlier. It was already too late, he was in motion and couldnt stop himself in time. The only thing he could do was jump over the green man and crash into the door swinging it wildly open.

He stood out of breathe "Aye need ye help, there..." He froze at the situation he saw before him. It was the creepy troll that gave him the willys with the shrunken heads, he was missing his shirt. A new addition of a female troll in a towel stood close to him. " Ehh ..I didnt mean to interrupt yer special tyme... " he blushed and looked at the floor "But that goggle warin blu man be bleedin all ovar tha front door"

Taizen was about to get up to address his sister when the odd dwarf barged in. He sat there, frozen for a moment as weird glances were exchanged. He wasn't sure what to make of the situation, in one hand he was pissed someone barged into the room. On the other, there was a bleeding Nelf on the floor of the tavern if the Dwarf was telling the truth. Taizen stood as best he could, wincing as he got to his feet.

"I'll go find Gear. See if you could help him with this?", he said as he offered what was left of the first aid to the Dwarf.

"Elie go an' get robes from mah room. And see what you can do about the elf."

He tossed his room keys at her and hobbled out of the room. Taizen started searching through the upper floors of the Tavern, calling out the the formidable Tauren.

Elsie let out a yelp as the door burst open.
“Omigosh there’s what?!” She blinked wildly at the dwarf. Her brother was in motion, doing this and that, instructing her to go to the room. Just who did he think he was, bossing her around. It all happened so fast. It was like classic conditioning. You grow up with two older brothers and you learn to have fast reflexes. He tossed the keys and she caught them.

She caught them alright. In that instant she had forgotten about the towel. All she could think was the keys would hit her face if she didn’t grab them.

The keys were in her hand and her towel was on the floor. In the most awkward instant her eyes met the dwarf’s only increasing the embarrassment. Her face was bright red as she grabbed for it quick trying to cover herself. She just stood there frozen.

Her day just couldn’t get ANY worse…

Juniper had reached the top of the stairs high up on the booty bay planks. She could see most of the tops of the buildings from there. Only a few of the places had a third story. She placed a hand on the railing and walked down the walkway towards the dress shop. But she stopped. She didn’t even breathe. Her eyes shifted towards the inn next to her. She was either crazy or amazingly lucky. She didn’t bet much on the latter.

Juniper rounded the stairs again, taking leaps at a time, swinging down into the alley. She paused, a worried glance to the bear.

“Dontchou fucking move, bear…” She flattened herself against the wall, inching by the bear as best she could. She really hoped those rockets weren’t some kind of booby trap. Barely away from the bear and almost to the door she tripped. Her eyes went wide.

Oh no… Oh… oh no.. An elf... An... elf... Oh no... W-Was it dead?! Was it- The voice! Faint, but there. She took a few long steps over the elf, stepping in a pool of blood. She was positive now. A few more steps and she was in the door, planting both feet firmly on the ground. She gave a hard glare to the stairs while drawing in a deep breath.

“TAIZEN ALOUICIOUS ARGUS TAI’JUI!!!!!!”

Gear heard the thumping, but had assumed it was the dwarf rolling off the bar. But it wasn’t long before he heard the voice of a woman right outside the door. A very angry woman. Calling for Taizen.
Clementine sprang up, her hair a mess and looking flustered.
“Whozzat?!” She flung her arm down and searched wildly around the floor. Her hand grasped a long necked bottle. The little bit of liquid sloshed around to the neck as she brandished it like a mace.

Gear furrowed his brow. Another lover’s quarrel? He grabbed a dress a few other items and tucked them under his arm. He reached for the door, and swung it open.

Not only was the woman about three feet from him, but the look on her face chilled him to the bone. He stared at her a minute, noting her stance. Definitely a spell caster. She hadn’t noticed him, and he took that moment to quietly start to close the door again. As he was doing so, he saw the Night Elf on the floor. Moreso the pool of blood. With a renewed sense of urgency, Gear slipped out the door and over to the Elf.

“Brother! Can you hear me?”

Clementine peeked her head out the door.

Dinendal lay there quietly a moment, grumbling a bit. He smiled weakly when he saw the tauren, Gear.

"Aye, my hearin's still good." He said softly, then began to cough and hack, eventually spatting blood onto the neck piece of his tunic. Apparently one of his lungs wasn't holding up, his breathing becoming ragged. "There's a rogue, killin' the goblins. Stopped him cold, I did." He chuckled, only coughing more blood as an end result. "Threw meself on his blades I did!" He lay still then, his eyes going distant a second.

The wounds on his sides closed a little bit by little bit. The sound of mending sinew and flesh, torn muscles reconnecting themselves (yes, it was an audible experience...how gruesome it could be.((Enraged Regeneration)) )

Dinendal didn't try to move, he was afraid of what exerting himself. He looked at the Tauren, he'd seen Juniper, he didn't expect much from the way of help from her, not everyday you see your enemy laying there, dying... He held no grudge.

"I'd be lovin' some help, ya know?" and again, he spat blood on the neck of his shirt, not wanting to get his life essence, that vitally important crimson liquid all over Clem's floors. Even dying, he was a gentleman...

Tokad's eye was frozen wide. This was the least of what he was expecting to find. He adverted his head but his eye was locked on. " Sweet Aeries Peak" He motioned frantically at the towel on the floor and mimed putting the towel on. He was embarrassed for her but he Stood up straight and adjusted his eye patch. "Well me lady" he cleared his throat "Im Tokad, Captain Tokad Bearbellows. I would like to welcome you to the barnacle." he motioned his hand around. "If you need anyone to show you around the city, or if you need any assistance Please let me know, some consider me a local legend" He leaned against the wall. "Yeah, Many adventures I have sailed. Risked life and limb for the grater good of me people. I dont want to brag of all the deeds I have done, I dont want to waste yer time" He gave a forced laugh " So wats yer business here?"

Gipnig fell back with a squawk when the dwarf leapt over him into the bathroom door. His knife dropped and the rook he'd been carving went rolling across the floor, while Gipnig landed on a his back waiving his arms and legs in the air like an upside down turtle, searching for purchase. He quickly rolled over and scrambled out of the way of the rampaging dwarf.

He was wondering if he should go with Taizen to help the elf, or stay with Elsie, when the decision was made for him. Taizen tossed Elsie the keys and her towel went fluttering to the floor. Gipnig's eyes bugged out of his head as he took in the slim, purple troll flesh for a moment before he slapped a hand over his eyes (nearly gouging himself with his claws). He ran out after Taizen, feeling permanently scarred, and leaving Elsie to pick up after herself. He figured whatever was happening downstairs couldn't be worse then playing body-guard to a naked troll wench.

He was wrong.

He was at the top of the stairs, heading down to the bar when he heard the most gods-awful shriek. He clapped his hands over his ears and stared down at the frightening woman screaming for Taizen. He suddenly felt Elsie might like his help after all and began backing up. Except that was when another sound came to him, one that pulled his twisted, dried up heartstrings and guaranteed immediate action from Gipnig. It was Berny, roaring. Gipnig rushed down the stairs towards his friend and promptly tripped on the final step, sending himself sprawling face down at the feet of the Forsaken woman who was yelling her head off.

Outside, Berny was standing up and pawing at the old doorframe, gouging deep marks with his claws as he tried to enter the too small door. All he could get inside was one arm though. He'd been dozing lightly since he'd been left in the alley, and let the other patrons pass with barely a grumble. But when the elf arrived smelling of blood, and then the woman had started yelling for Taizen, Berny went into a panic, worried for his new friends and for old Gipnig. He'd let out a roar and charged the doorway. Intent on coming to the rescue, flimsy walls be damned.

Taizen could swear all hell had broken loose. As he headed back down to the first floor of the barnacle, finally realizing Gear was not on the other floors he heard such a commotion that he considered the Loa was coming after him anyway. He barely got to the top of the stairs before he heard the familiar shrill cry, and he froze.

Everything came to a head in his mind, after all the experiences, after all the hurt, the pain, and the traveling. He and his sister had forgotten one thing, to check in with his mother. That, was the biggest mistake they made. He almost wished the Trolls had finished him off back in the Jungle, it would save him from this very moment. Taizen's legs moved without his permission, slowly taking step by step down the stairway. The scene before him unfolding.

There was a bleeding elf on the floor, a drunken barmaid, and a Goblin laying at the feet of none other than his mother. It was the most chaotic scene he had witnessed, and it barely registered in his mind before his jaw dropped.

"M-Moddah?", he stuttered.

Zenosi was patrolling the docks, talking to a few bruisers about the apparent murders when a grunt ran up to him, gasping for air.

"There seems to be a disturbance at the Barnacle, one of us heard your wife screaming!", he huffed as he wiped his sweaty brow.

Zenosi excused himself and took off on a full speed run. He pushed past pedestrians and tore through the streets at full tilt. He wasn't sure if his wife was in danger, or if she'd found their children, but either situation warranted his presence. He'd only hope that it was the latter of the two.

Finally reaching the alley near the Barnacle, he heard a loud roar, and he skidded a tight turn into the alley. He reached back and pulled free the two war axes that he had strapped to his back. The huge weapons let out a furious ring as he charged toward the tavern, just in time to see a bear tear through the front door.

Juniper stood still as a statue. Her fists continued to tighten, her eyes never shifting from the staircase. The goblin skidded to her feet, but she didn’t even raise an eyebrow to him. One foot after the other, her son walked down the stairs.

She choked out a sigh of relief, opening her mouth to speak when the bear started to bust through the door. She whipped her head back towards the bear.

“I warned you, bear! Don’t fuck with me!” She took a few steps backwards, her head lowered. It took one long step to get over the goblin, but she managed. Her hands, out to her sides, had a dark shadow fall over them. It seemed to wave off of her in long tendrils up towards her shoulders. The bear seemed desperate to get in, breaking at the frame of the door. Juniper looked worriedly up to her son.

“Where’s Eleanor?!” She was almost to the steps now. She stood perfectly still, waiting.
The bear busted through the door. She raised her hands above her head then brought them down with all the force she could muster into the ground. The wood bounced and as she stood back up and turned to run up the stairs. Her voidwalker rose from the ground. He set himself firmly in the way of the stairs with out a question.

Juniper grabbed Taizen by the shoulders. Her eyes were full of pain and relief.
“STUPID!” She grabbed his head in a hug and kissed his forehead.
“What were you thinking?! HUH!? Where is Elsie!?! WHERE IS SHE?!”

Elsie was completely befuddled and red-faced. She barely listened to the dwarf as he swaggered in the doorway.

“Wait…” she held up a hand, her brow furrowed. “Isn’t someone dying or something?” But the response she got wasn’t from the dwarf. More horrifyingly… it sounded like her mother. Her brothers FULL name. It WAS her mother… Her stone! She lost it when her suitcase had spilt. Her heart stopped in her chest. Fight or Flight… Fight or… She looked around wildly for an exit. A window, anything.

“Ohmigosh…Oh no…” she panicked, her breathing short and quick. She couldn’t hide… and that tiny porthole window just wouldn’t work.
She really wished she wasn’t there.
She really wished she had clothes.
She really wished that dwarf wasn’t standing there!!!

There was a rumble below and a growl. Oh my gosh! What was she doing to them!?! She pushed past the dwarf in the doorway and stepped out into the hallway.

“Momma?!” She shouted down the hall, both her hands gripping the towel around her. Her breath caught in her chest when she saw her mother grab Taizen.
Here we go…

Some of the sapped strength returned to Dinendal, the regeneration ((toned down greatly)) had ensured he wouldn't bleed out right quick. He lifted himself up slowly on his elbows, watching the unfolding scenes halfheartedly, though the bear in all it's furious glory startled him a little.

"Mayhaps ye be wantin' ta move me?" he looked up at gear quietly, a sullen grim smile on his face. The pain was full on him now and he was doing all he could to not give in to it. Yet still blood ebbed slowly from the now smaller knife wounds, he was taking ragged deep breaths, trying to keep his lungs from deflating through focused concentration - the regen having been focused to that specific area.

Gear in all his glorious strength bent down and grabbed the Nelf by his shoulders, dragging him off to a corner away from the rising scene. "Yes, Brother, keeping you out of anymore harm for the moment might be a good thing.." He noted the forsaken and the troll...then the bear.

Din smiled thankfully, more hopeful. "Thank ya." he said lightly, taking a deep breath. He reached into the pouch about his waist and procured some heavy frostweave bandages! ((Eureka!)) He bit into his lip though, tearing the blood drenched shirt away from the ebbing wounds. He used the cleaner bits of the shirt to wipe the excess gore away and then without much chance for afterthought, forced one of the bandages against the wound. The healing properties of it taking action almost instantly. He just winced as it became icy cold, almost as if freezing to his skin. Again he did this, a trickle of blood seeping from the bite in his lip as he forced the bandage down against the second wound. He let out a pained groan and then seemed visibly a little better, no longer losing blood externally.

His eyes suddenly however went crimson as the bloodrage took over, they remained distant however. He wasn't aware to much of his surroundings in this state, only that he had to save himself. The crimson glow subsided to the normal yellow one as the regeneration took it's course once more, focused entirely on his innards, lungs specifically.

Din watched more openly the scene unfolding before him now, a cough of blood emitting once more as he pulled himself up with Gear's aid. He spat the coppery liquid into his hand and wiped it on the remnant of his shirt... After noticing it's uselessness, he just took the torn fabric off and draped what was left over his shoulder. His hard muscled, but greatly scarred chest now bare, the cooler air causing light prickles.

He then noticed the almost completely naked troll girl and blushed furiously, but said nothing other then a soft thank you to his friend, Gear.

Berny burst into the room with a shower of plaster and wood. Splinters broke off the door and part of the wall collapsed as he barged his way in. he landed on all fours inside the bar and looked around searching for Gipnig. A low growl rumbled out of his chest as his huge head swung back and forth. The satchels and bags of fireworks jiggled in place and slipped down, some of the firecrackers fell to the floor.

He immediately saw his goblin on the floor, pulling himself up onto hands and knees, his nose swelling and bruised from the fall. Berny moaned and leapt forward, standing over his rider in a protective stance. A moment later he saw Taizen up on the stairs, the loud woman from before gripping his shoulders and yelling. There was some sort of shadowy creature standing in front of the stairs, blocking the way between Berny and the woman attacking Taizen. He didn't know what was happening, Berny only had instincts to guide him and his instincts were telling him that his friends were in danger. Berny snarled, showing his full set of teeth, warning the shadow to back off. He kept one paw protectively wrapped around Gipnig while he tried to maneuver around the shadow.

Gipnig was feeling a little dizzy from his trip down the stairs, his vision swam and his nose felt like an over ripe pumpkin. So it took him a minute to look around and realize what was happening. When he did, he felt horror run through his veins. Everything was chaos, and Berny was about to attack.

Gipnig threw himself out of his bear's grip and stood between Berny and the void-walker on the stairs, arms held up high. He tugged a charm off the leather strap at his neck and invoked the little prestidigitation spell. It amplified his voice to a nearly unbearable level. He yelled,

“STOOOOOP” at the top of his lungs, to everyone.

Clementine stumbled out of her door as Juniper took off up the stairs. She swayed backwards, the bottle still raised above her head like a weapon. She reeled watching the voidwalker materialize and loom in the stairway.
She let out a cry, stumbling backwards towards the door. She jumped forward, as the bear broke through the door.

"MY DOOR!" She lamented.

Juniper was screaming at Taizen, the bear was flipping out... blood everywhere... Gear was hefting the elf around... The new troll was practically naked from where Clem stood below, looking up.

"My bar! My-- LIGHT SAVE US!" There was a huge troll outside charging the gaping door HOLE. Axes raised. She instinctively chucked the heavy bottle at him, letting out a shrill scream.

Gipnig let out an INCREDIBLE "STOP!" And she did... she stood there frozen, hand still in the follow-through of the throw. One of her legs, was still kicked up in the air, head turned towards the small goblin.

Gear half dropped the nelf upon hearing the bellow. He stood blinking at the goblin.

The troll girl walked right past him. A bit of embarrassment trickled through his veins. He wouldn't let something like that discourage him. He spit into his hand and rubbed it into his hair to straighten it out. He walked to where she was standing on the stairs and CRACK.

The sound filled the air. He reached into the back of his belt and pulled out a flintlock. He ran forward and pulled the troll girl back and aimed down at the bear. He also saw a rotting woman standing there who seemed to be conjuring something nasty. He aimed back and fourth between the two. He didn't know what to do, but he felt like it was about to get bad. A bit of sweat rolled down his forehead.

He choose the bear, It seemed to be a moving bomb. A logical choice. His finger tightened on the trigger ...STOOOOP

His eye shot down to the green critters face. Ohh that guy. Tokad was starting to get annoyed at that thing.

He pulled his pistol back and listened.

Taizen had no idea how to react, he expected to be set alight or something, not to be hugged and kissed. Everything was going crazy, and he was just about ready to lay on the ground, fall asleep and hope its all gone by the time he wakes up. He tried to calm himself, at least his father wasn't here.

Oh wait.

There he was, standing off in front of the door near the bear, murder in his eyes. Taizen might as well sign off any bit of freedom he had left now. There was no use in fighting it. He hung his head in shame, not sure how to react to all the random violence and surprises that continued to wear on his psych. He simply gestured up to his sister in response to his mother and sat down on the stairs hoping the row wouldn't be too bad.

Zenosi was right behind the bear that seemed to be tearing through the door to get at what he could only guess was his wife. Something didn't add up though, why was the bear tearing into the door this late in the game? And why did it have all sorts of fireworks strapped to it? He would normally examine this situation more thoroughly but he was too agitated, his wife was in danger, his kids were missing, he had a lot on his mind.

He also was about to have a bottle of booze on his mind.

As he saw it flipping end over end toward him he reminded himself to put on helmets during dire situations like this. He probably shouldn't had kept it in his pack.

*CRACK!*

Zenosi was hit right in the forehead, and the bottle shattered, strewing its contents all over him. If he weren't used to hits to the head already he would have probably been knocked right out. But, as it was he stumbled backward, falling on to his rear and dropping one of the massive axes he wielded. His vision swam for a few moments as he swore he'd go Troll Berzerker Rage on someone's ass here soon.

Giping felt like his whole body had become one big speaker cone, amplifying anything as a small as a cough to painful levels. He vibrated from head to toe when he looked around, and, confident he had most everybody's attention and immediate death had been averted, he snarled at them all.

Using a voice he hadn't brought up since his days in the horde he shouted.

“Everyone calm the FRAK down!" he spun on his heels and pointed an imperious claw at Berny.

"You, sit!” he ordered his bear. Berny sat. His mouth roaring mouth snapped shut, his head hung in chagrin, and his large bottom plopped down on the floor, rattling the whole inn with his weight. Gipnig turned around and kept going, his patience was at an end and he wanted everything to just stop. So he was a little careless with his orders. No on ever said Gipnig was the eloquent type.

“You,” He yelled at Elsie, pointing, “put some clothes on. You stop shouting,” he pointed at the woman with Tazien. “You stop bleeding,” He snarled at the elf being held like a limp marionette by the Tauren. “You get some coffee,” He continued pointing and the Barmaid “and YOU!" Gipnig spun around and just as he was about to continue his rant he got a good look at the armored troll sitting behind Berny. Gipnig's angry voice sputtered and trailed off and his eyes got very, very large. He resembled one of those unblinking fish for a moment. Then he winced and twittered,

“eh, uh... heh, perhaps the general would like to lower his axe and er... have a drink?” Gipnig suggested obsequiously, wringing his clawed hands and desperately wondering how he was going to get Berny out of here. They were trapped quite literally between the general and the void-walker conjured on the stairs.

Juniper raised a brow to the goblin... He must be not-right-in-the-head to talk to her that way. But before her anger grew anymore, she took a breath. She realized the bear had stopped. Her attention went back to her son. She had his head in a deathlock as he sat, cheek against his hair. She stood behind him and followed Tai's pointing finger with her eyes over to the balcony where her daughter stood, wide eyed and oblivious.

Her arms slowly released Tai as she stood straight, facing Elsie. She let her hand slip from his shoulder to her side as she stood, head slightly cocked, staring at her daughter. A year or two earlier she would have been shocked. But the way her daughter dressed after discovering 'boys'...well she was getting used to it. Her husband, on the other hand, was not. She wasn't sure if he'd seen the poster... but she had a good idea he had heard of it.

"Don't even think about moving..." She said in a low growling tone, pointing a finger to her son. She knew he knew he was in deep shit, she just wanted to seal the deal. She ascended the stairs, locking eyes with her daughter.

"Aim that gun at me, small man, and you're gonna know what it feels like to have your soul sucked out by a giant blueberry..." She said calmly to Tokad.

She walked swiftly past the dwarf and grabbed Elsie by the arm.

"ELEANOR! What are you doing!?" Unsure how to handle the no-clothes-thing... She stood in front of her and wrapped her arms around the girl. She cast a worried glance to her husband, right outside the door, on his ass.

Oooo... he looked mad....
Just wait til he gets inside...
No saving them, now.

TAIZEN! That jerk! He ratted me out!

Elsie's frustration turned to fear as she watched her mother storm towards her. It was about then that she rememberd that she was, indeed, wearing only a towel. She turned, remembering the keys, trying to figure out which door was her brothers... Too late.
Her mother had her by the arm. She winced.

"Momma..." She turned her head away, lower lip quivering, afraid of what would happen if she looked her mother in the face. She just felt like crying. Then Juniper hugged her. She had never been so horrified and relieved at her mother's presence.

"Mom I'm sorry I'm so sorry..." She squeaked out before the waterworks kicked in. She burried her face in the crook of Junipers neck. "I'm so sorry..." She repeated over and over again, sobbing.

Her shuttering crying stopped suddenly when her eyes fell on her father outside. She called HIM!?

"Oh shit..." Was all she could manage.

Dinendal took in the scene carefully, trying to make sense of everything..He was taken aback when he was told to stop bleeding, perhaps words with that one later would have to happen... He picked himself up slowly, standing and taking a deep breath. He was at least somewhat there.

His head turned quickly upon hearing the impact and watching the bottle shatter against the other...what he could tell at least, warrior's head. He grimaced but knew somehow that the being could take it. Dinendal, being the silly being he was, walked over quickly, not bothering to think of the possible outcomes. He offering his hand to help the large troll up. "Aye, that'll be a shiner, shoulda worn your helmet, Friend." He grinned softly, hand held out as he waited for whatever was about to happen, though the gesture showed not aggression or ill will, not all warriors were level headed... he knew this well.

The bloodied shirt still hung from his shoulder, drying slowly as time passed from all the action. He thought briefly about the goblin who'd told him to stop bleeding..Perhaps the goblin wanted a few daggers to the sides...

This was chaos, madness, and it didn't bother him in the slightest, the new faces just made him more and more curious, who was the goblin? And the two new trolls? And what about the forsaken, why was she acting like a mother? He was confused...also, why did the bear have fireworks all over it...?

Zenosi shook the stars out of his vision, and looked up to see a Night Elf offering a hand. Zenosi wasn't racist, and he wasn't stupid either, he knew that not all Alliance races necessarily agreed with the Alliance itself. The pirates and scalawags of Booty Bay were evident to this point. So he took the fellow warriors hand and brought himself to his feet. Before he could say anything though, he peered into the hole that used to be the inn door, he did not finish the noise the left his lips.

He was happy to see his son alive, his daughter alive, in his heart of hearts he knew they had to be. But his relief was replaced with a red rage that blurred his vision. HIS daughter prancing around in only a towel. Oh he had seen the poster, and Kelka had advised him to simply try to forget it. This, however, was too much.

"ELEAHNOR SUL’IYA THEADORA TAI’JUI!! WHAT DO YA TIN' YOU BE WEARIN IN PUBLIC!?", he shouted.

He swiped up his axe quickly and set them into place on his back, stalking into the in. He ignored everything else, even the woman who'd knocked him in the head with a bottle. Smelling of booze and nearly simmering in anger, he grabbed Taizen's shoulder and hoisted him up, nearly dragging him up the stairs with one arm. Moving up to his daughter he grabs her and hosts her over one armored shoulder.

"You be in worlds ah trouble lil girleh!!!", he shouted as he picked her up.

He turned to his wife and kindly asked her in a cool and calm tone to please take the keys that were in Elsie's hand and open the door to Taizens room.