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Arlong`s Journal Entry Number: 7
It was a cold night in Ratchet. The port town inn`s were busting with travellers trying to relax a lil bit with couple of drinks or playing some cards. There were of course the information seekers. . .but they were becoming more of a regular fixture lately. Bussiness in ratchet was good . . . the contracts from Northrend were coming in bulks and all the merchans and ship captains were happy to get their hands on the cold and shiny gold from the north. But for Innkeeper Wiley things were getting abit slow. He still had customers. . . but it wasnt the same as couple of years ago. Now with this whole Lich King campaign up in Northrend all the adventurers, treasure seekers and champions of both the alliance and the horde were sent far far away from his tables and there wasnt much reason for them to come back. Occasionally there were big groups passing through but that was a rare sight of lately. Sometimes some of his older customers came back for day or two to do some quick deals but that was about it. His inn was quiet tonight. There were only couple of goblin workers from the dock and then there was Willix the Importer with his 4 fat and smelly Ogre Bodyguards. Ever since Willix was rescued from Razorfren Kraul he became a lil bit paranoid about his security and spared no expense on his protection. Wiley didnt like Willix alot. . . he was a shady dealer and there were rumors that he broke some of the fundamental rules of the goblins . . . .which basically ment he screw his clients or one of the Prince`s with heaps of gold. But he was still alive so guess it wasnt that bad. . .or maybe noone had proof.
Wiley was cleaning a glass with the persistence of somebody who knew that if he wasnt cleaning it he might aswell shoot himself with a blunderboose before he loses his mind.
Then the chill came . . . .as a veteran Innkeeper Wiley has witnessed alot of fights, alot of spells and alot of dangerous people. He had developed the extreamly important 7th sense that all innkeepers had: the famous "dont fucking get in the way of this dude or you will die!" When High Priest Arlong stepped in the inn everybody went quiet. The two Ratchet Bruisers that were sitting close to the door suddenly felt the urge to hug their weapons and slowly pushed aside their drinks and focused their eyes on the newcomer. Wait stepped in? . . .Wiley shook his head. . . .no he actually FLEW in the place . . .there is nothing more freaky to see late at night in an inn than a god damn flying blood elf who is as infamous as Arlong. Exepct maybe if Arthas himself flew into the place. . . . which happened on Halloween when a Tauren dressed as Arthas crashed tru the roof of the inn and scared the shit of everybody! Nobody saw the prankster ever again . . .rumors are he was buried somewhere in the hills above ratchet with his frostmourne replica shoved in his ass . . . . but then again . . . those were just rumors.
The blood elf looked around and very very slowly raised his hand and pointed to the front door:
"I believe you guys need to get home" said the priest witheout adressing anyone in particular. All the chairs suddenly moved and the greedy but not stupid goblins slowly excused themselfs from the place. The two bruisers looked up at the elf as they went for the door and said:
"there is not gona be any . . . .erm trouble. . . we hope." The Elf didnt respond.
Soon the only persons in the inn were Wiley, the priest and Willix and his bodyguards. The ogres apperantly were too stupid to acknowledge the hero of the horde but Willix was movign uneasily on his chair. Arlong threw a small pouch to the innkeeper and the sound of gold rang across the hall:
"I will need a very. . .clean glass of your finest wine Wiley." Of course Arlong had visited the place many times in the past. Wiley had seen the elf in his younger days when he was just a rookie. . . but it was a very logn time since then and the small goblin wasnt about to take his past with the priest for granted.
"yes ofc m`lord"-said Wiley and turned to pick up a glass from the shelve and started polishing it while whistling to some famous innkeeper "anti boring" melody.
*cough cough.
"Arlong, Arlong . . . . my dear friend please, please sit down. Do i have a deal for you!"-began the infamous importer.
"You better . . . i did not come back here from Northrend to drink wine and catch up with the latest buzz in ratchet!"
"yes yes . . .ofc! Listen . . . .i have this contact up in the north you see . . .he got himself a nice supply of saronite ore you see. . .but thing is . . .the prince`s have sent the contract fees sky high! Its bloody offensive really!?! Outrageous!
"I reckon 1 silver coin would be too much a tax for a goblin." -Arlong measured the small goblin with a cold stare. "What do you need me for Willix?"
*cough cough
"Now look . . . .you are a famous guy . . .champion of the horde and crusader of silvermoon and all those priest thingies. . . . i know you got connections in the cartel. Deep connections . . . .word on the street is you`ve done alot of conctrats and favours for the higher merchants and prehaps a prince too. . . .see. . .maybe . . .if you could mention to some of the port chiefs that im running. . . . some shipments for you . . .you know . . .supplies for the battle and stuff like that . . .
"You think they wont check your cargo?"-Arlong raised an eyebrow.
"hehe . . . im sure of it. . . an ambassador of the horde requesting a high priority passage to his shipments . . .there will be some extra coins for that but its nothing i cant take care of . . . and wont be anything compared to the gold i would need to pay for the saronite. You`ll get piece of the action too"-Willix gave a sly smile at the priest. He had made his homework . . .he gathered alot of information on the priest. It wasnt difficult really he had dealings across all of azeroth and alot of goblins knew him. With couple of drinks and calling some favours in Booty Bay Willix learned that the priest was as greedy as any goblin. And now the devious importer was betting on the elf`s greed to get him the tax free contract which would make a fortune for him in just coule of runs.
"So what do you say . . .i promise you will get an honest cut of each succesfull shipment."
"Who is your supplier?"
"Hey now . . . . i cant tell you that . . .customer confidentiallity . . . you know that!
"I didnt ask who you are shipping to . . . im asking where do you get the ore?"- Arlong raised his right hand and let some yellow sparks to walk around his armored glove.
"Heh its just some guy . . . i met him . . ."
" You mean to tell me you dont know who your supplier is?
"Well . . . . i dont know who exactly is delivering the ore. . . .but its safe i . . . smuggled. . . i mean . . . i delivered 1 shipment and everything checked out. No curses no Lich King voices and anything like that . . ."
"How do you buy it?"- Arlong levitated closer to the table.
"Well . . . . there is this goblin in Dragonblight you see . . .name`s Grixx Copperhead. I deal through him. We meet atthe Kalu`ak village we discuss the amount and the price. then we meet at a secret location on the coast and then my ship come here and then i send the ore to my clients." Willix was getting a bit confused. "Will you help? The payment will be . ."
Arlong waved his hand and made the goblin to shut up. He looked around . . .Wiley took his quick stare and quickly returned to his previous task. The elf`s green eyes glowed for a second then Willix froze with a blank stare. The Ogre Bodyguards knew something was wrong . . .but their limited intelligence was not sufficient enough to unreveal this mystery.
The High Priest turned his attention to the innkeeper again and started levitating in his direction.
"What the . . ." Willix was trying to come to his senses. "what. . . .what did you do to me??"-the small goblin was rubbing his head in confusion. "Hey . . .what . . .you dont like the offer? Ill double your cut. . . how about that? No ? . . . then ill tri....AAARGH!" Willixs`s mouth filled with blood while his shocked eyes were looking at the sudden blade that was sticking out of his chest.
Arlong reached the bar and took a big purple gem from his robe. Wiley`s eyes widened and he instinctively licked his lips . . .
"Abyss Crystal . . ."
"Yes"-Nodded Arlong. "I reckon your inn is abit dirty . . . maybe you should close the place down and clean it abit. So tomorrow`s customers dont have to see it in its curent state."
wiley was used to seeing assassinations in his inn . . . . it wsnt un-common . . .many times the bruisers had to be called to stop a massive outbrake between the hode and the alliance. But when the sound of profit made its voice heard the innkeepers eyes were very focused on NOT seeing and his mouth somehow forgot how to shout for the guards.
Later that night Arlong was at the main dock staring curiously at the stars. Warfmaster Dizzywig
was holding a small piece of paper.
"You know that there will be some questions after this."
The priest didnt answer.
"He had some pretty good ties around here" -Dizzywig scratched his ear while still reading the paper.
"None of his associates will go after me . . .unless their desire to live has suddenly left their bodies. The Baron has already been notified . . . Willix death is not unexpected and not unjust. He was double deeling and selling out horde shipment details to the Alliance. And smuggling some goblin tech to the gnomes aswell."
Dizzywig looked up at the elf:
"So why the assassination it couldve been alot more official if we just. . ."
"NO. . . we must not alarm his suppliers . . .for whatever reason . . . someone is smugglign huge amounts of saronite to Stormwind. It is still un-clear why they even bother with the travel expenses and the risk . . . they have plenty of establishments in Northrend to build weapons. . .they are planing something down there Dizzywig . . .and i have to find out what. We do not need surprises from the Alliance . . . not at this stage of the campaign against Arthas." -Arlong looked around.
"Besides . . .i know you were planning to put a hit on Willix . . . . you too are having your share of "deliveries" do you not?"
"erh . . .it is noting that would go against the interest of the horde ofc . . .its all in good manners"-the Warfmaster quickly defended himself.
"Your actions are not uncommon . . . .seems to me alot of the merchants around here are trying to cash in the big prizes from the North. the competition is big . . . just keep in mind who got you the Vale and the necklace deals." Arlong smiled at the lil goblin. he and Dizzywig go way back when he was just starting out his training as a priest and was just one of the many rookies travelling the world. They have pulled off alot of scams together and it was Dizzywig who got Arlong involved with the Cartels in the first place.
"Grixx Copperhead. . .the name mean anything to you?"
"Never heard of him . . .you want me to ask around?"
"Yes . . .sent the letter at the usual place in Orgrimmar. Your courier will receive the payment so make sure you sent somebody trustworthy."
"yes yes . . . . i know the drill" the old goblin made a face in frustration. "So your heading to Northrend again to look for this ore supplier?
"If it is not for him then it will be for something else. . . . there is so much to be done my old friend. Time is precious and i sense the final fight is dawning on us. "
"You know everytime you say something like that alot of shit starts happening" Dizzywig allowed himself a laugh. So did Arlong.
An hour later Arlong was sitting in mid-air and enjoying a drink on the hills overlooking ratchet, when Valìum approached him from the shadows.
"My blades stink of blood" -said the assassin.
"Your blades always stink of blood"- Arlong allowed himself a smile.
"Did we had to kill the punk?"
"It was neccesery . . . . i do not like the idea of him suplying the alliance with saronite."
"But we did not get who is his supplier anyway . . ." The undead sat down next to Arlong. "Do you think Dizzywig will find out this Copperhead fella?"
"Most likely not but he may find somekind of information . . .it is worth the shot. And its not like i cant afford to spent the gold."
"What about some of Willix`s friends? Wont they come after you . . .i know goblins dont like their profits cut."
"yes there will be some angry individuals . . .but my reputation will keep them at bay. If not that the Barons will do . . .i am a very profitable friend for the goblins. And they owe me alot of favors aswell . . .and they will never try to put their noses in a cross faction incident . . . its bad bussiness you see. Its just mutual benefit. Its really hard to make goblins to like you. . . but you can make them like your money. Always remind them how valuable you are alive . . .and how much money they can make from parthnership with you. That or surround yourself with a dreadfull reputation and powerfull associates so they dont even dare thinking of calling a hit on you."
"Or like you. . . both" said Valium witheout hiding his evil grin.
Arlong giggled.
End of Entry!
p.p: This was inspired from work today. Me and Kev had a long argument about mutual benefit bussiness . . .actually i had a lil bit different story outline for the post but i kinda lost the line of thought while writing cuz i got phone called 4 times -_-` Distraction FTL !
Would appreciate some feedback from Valium cuz i am yet to build his Role Play personality and i dont wanna screw him up xD
Also if u havent noticed most of the involved chars are actual NPCs in the game ive posted link to wowhead if u are curious who they are. And im linking armory links to the guildies that get involved in my journal xD ima make u stars lol!
Consider it a gratitude for reading the blog :P
Arlong`s Journal Entry Number: 7
It was a cold night in Ratchet. The port town inn`s were busting with travellers trying to relax a lil bit with couple of drinks or playing some cards. There were of course the information seekers. . .but they were becoming more of a regular fixture lately. Bussiness in ratchet was good . . . the contracts from Northrend were coming in bulks and all the merchans and ship captains were happy to get their hands on the cold and shiny gold from the north. But for Innkeeper Wiley things were getting abit slow. He still had customers. . . but it wasnt the same as couple of years ago. Now with this whole Lich King campaign up in Northrend all the adventurers, treasure seekers and champions of both the alliance and the horde were sent far far away from his tables and there wasnt much reason for them to come back. Occasionally there were big groups passing through but that was a rare sight of lately. Sometimes some of his older customers came back for day or two to do some quick deals but that was about it. His inn was quiet tonight. There were only couple of goblin workers from the dock and then there was Willix the Importer with his 4 fat and smelly Ogre Bodyguards. Ever since Willix was rescued from Razorfren Kraul he became a lil bit paranoid about his security and spared no expense on his protection. Wiley didnt like Willix alot. . . he was a shady dealer and there were rumors that he broke some of the fundamental rules of the goblins . . . .which basically ment he screw his clients or one of the Prince`s with heaps of gold. But he was still alive so guess it wasnt that bad. . .or maybe noone had proof.
Wiley was cleaning a glass with the persistence of somebody who knew that if he wasnt cleaning it he might aswell shoot himself with a blunderboose before he loses his mind.
Then the chill came . . . .as a veteran Innkeeper Wiley has witnessed alot of fights, alot of spells and alot of dangerous people. He had developed the extreamly important 7th sense that all innkeepers had: the famous "dont fucking get in the way of this dude or you will die!" When High Priest Arlong stepped in the inn everybody went quiet. The two Ratchet Bruisers that were sitting close to the door suddenly felt the urge to hug their weapons and slowly pushed aside their drinks and focused their eyes on the newcomer. Wait stepped in? . . .Wiley shook his head. . . .no he actually FLEW in the place . . .there is nothing more freaky to see late at night in an inn than a god damn flying blood elf who is as infamous as Arlong. Exepct maybe if Arthas himself flew into the place. . . . which happened on Halloween when a Tauren dressed as Arthas crashed tru the roof of the inn and scared the shit of everybody! Nobody saw the prankster ever again . . .rumors are he was buried somewhere in the hills above ratchet with his frostmourne replica shoved in his ass . . . . but then again . . . those were just rumors.
The blood elf looked around and very very slowly raised his hand and pointed to the front door:
"I believe you guys need to get home" said the priest witheout adressing anyone in particular. All the chairs suddenly moved and the greedy but not stupid goblins slowly excused themselfs from the place. The two bruisers looked up at the elf as they went for the door and said:
"there is not gona be any . . . .erm trouble. . . we hope." The Elf didnt respond.
Soon the only persons in the inn were Wiley, the priest and Willix and his bodyguards. The ogres apperantly were too stupid to acknowledge the hero of the horde but Willix was movign uneasily on his chair. Arlong threw a small pouch to the innkeeper and the sound of gold rang across the hall:
"I will need a very. . .clean glass of your finest wine Wiley." Of course Arlong had visited the place many times in the past. Wiley had seen the elf in his younger days when he was just a rookie. . . but it was a very logn time since then and the small goblin wasnt about to take his past with the priest for granted.
"yes ofc m`lord"-said Wiley and turned to pick up a glass from the shelve and started polishing it while whistling to some famous innkeeper "anti boring" melody.
*cough cough.
"Arlong, Arlong . . . . my dear friend please, please sit down. Do i have a deal for you!"-began the infamous importer.
"You better . . . i did not come back here from Northrend to drink wine and catch up with the latest buzz in ratchet!"
"yes yes . . .ofc! Listen . . . .i have this contact up in the north you see . . .he got himself a nice supply of saronite ore you see. . .but thing is . . .the prince`s have sent the contract fees sky high! Its bloody offensive really!?! Outrageous!
"I reckon 1 silver coin would be too much a tax for a goblin." -Arlong measured the small goblin with a cold stare. "What do you need me for Willix?"
*cough cough
"Now look . . . .you are a famous guy . . .champion of the horde and crusader of silvermoon and all those priest thingies. . . . i know you got connections in the cartel. Deep connections . . . .word on the street is you`ve done alot of conctrats and favours for the higher merchants and prehaps a prince too. . . .see. . .maybe . . .if you could mention to some of the port chiefs that im running. . . . some shipments for you . . .you know . . .supplies for the battle and stuff like that . . .
"You think they wont check your cargo?"-Arlong raised an eyebrow.
"hehe . . . im sure of it. . . an ambassador of the horde requesting a high priority passage to his shipments . . .there will be some extra coins for that but its nothing i cant take care of . . . and wont be anything compared to the gold i would need to pay for the saronite. You`ll get piece of the action too"-Willix gave a sly smile at the priest. He had made his homework . . .he gathered alot of information on the priest. It wasnt difficult really he had dealings across all of azeroth and alot of goblins knew him. With couple of drinks and calling some favours in Booty Bay Willix learned that the priest was as greedy as any goblin. And now the devious importer was betting on the elf`s greed to get him the tax free contract which would make a fortune for him in just coule of runs.
"So what do you say . . .i promise you will get an honest cut of each succesfull shipment."
"Who is your supplier?"
"Hey now . . . . i cant tell you that . . .customer confidentiallity . . . you know that!
"I didnt ask who you are shipping to . . . im asking where do you get the ore?"- Arlong raised his right hand and let some yellow sparks to walk around his armored glove.
"Heh its just some guy . . . i met him . . ."
" You mean to tell me you dont know who your supplier is?
"Well . . . . i dont know who exactly is delivering the ore. . . .but its safe i . . . smuggled. . . i mean . . . i delivered 1 shipment and everything checked out. No curses no Lich King voices and anything like that . . ."
"How do you buy it?"- Arlong levitated closer to the table.
"Well . . . . there is this goblin in Dragonblight you see . . .name`s Grixx Copperhead. I deal through him. We meet atthe Kalu`ak village we discuss the amount and the price. then we meet at a secret location on the coast and then my ship come here and then i send the ore to my clients." Willix was getting a bit confused. "Will you help? The payment will be . ."
Arlong waved his hand and made the goblin to shut up. He looked around . . .Wiley took his quick stare and quickly returned to his previous task. The elf`s green eyes glowed for a second then Willix froze with a blank stare. The Ogre Bodyguards knew something was wrong . . .but their limited intelligence was not sufficient enough to unreveal this mystery.
The High Priest turned his attention to the innkeeper again and started levitating in his direction.
"What the . . ." Willix was trying to come to his senses. "what. . . .what did you do to me??"-the small goblin was rubbing his head in confusion. "Hey . . .what . . .you dont like the offer? Ill double your cut. . . how about that? No ? . . . then ill tri....AAARGH!" Willixs`s mouth filled with blood while his shocked eyes were looking at the sudden blade that was sticking out of his chest.
Arlong reached the bar and took a big purple gem from his robe. Wiley`s eyes widened and he instinctively licked his lips . . .
"Abyss Crystal . . ."
"Yes"-Nodded Arlong. "I reckon your inn is abit dirty . . . maybe you should close the place down and clean it abit. So tomorrow`s customers dont have to see it in its curent state."
wiley was used to seeing assassinations in his inn . . . . it wsnt un-common . . .many times the bruisers had to be called to stop a massive outbrake between the hode and the alliance. But when the sound of profit made its voice heard the innkeepers eyes were very focused on NOT seeing and his mouth somehow forgot how to shout for the guards.
Later that night Arlong was at the main dock staring curiously at the stars. Warfmaster Dizzywig
was holding a small piece of paper.
"You know that there will be some questions after this."
The priest didnt answer.
"He had some pretty good ties around here" -Dizzywig scratched his ear while still reading the paper.
"None of his associates will go after me . . .unless their desire to live has suddenly left their bodies. The Baron has already been notified . . . Willix death is not unexpected and not unjust. He was double deeling and selling out horde shipment details to the Alliance. And smuggling some goblin tech to the gnomes aswell."
Dizzywig looked up at the elf:
"So why the assassination it couldve been alot more official if we just. . ."
"NO. . . we must not alarm his suppliers . . .for whatever reason . . . someone is smugglign huge amounts of saronite to Stormwind. It is still un-clear why they even bother with the travel expenses and the risk . . . they have plenty of establishments in Northrend to build weapons. . .they are planing something down there Dizzywig . . .and i have to find out what. We do not need surprises from the Alliance . . . not at this stage of the campaign against Arthas." -Arlong looked around.
"Besides . . .i know you were planning to put a hit on Willix . . . . you too are having your share of "deliveries" do you not?"
"erh . . .it is noting that would go against the interest of the horde ofc . . .its all in good manners"-the Warfmaster quickly defended himself.
"Your actions are not uncommon . . . .seems to me alot of the merchants around here are trying to cash in the big prizes from the North. the competition is big . . . just keep in mind who got you the Vale and the necklace deals." Arlong smiled at the lil goblin. he and Dizzywig go way back when he was just starting out his training as a priest and was just one of the many rookies travelling the world. They have pulled off alot of scams together and it was Dizzywig who got Arlong involved with the Cartels in the first place.
"Grixx Copperhead. . .the name mean anything to you?"
"Never heard of him . . .you want me to ask around?"
"Yes . . .sent the letter at the usual place in Orgrimmar. Your courier will receive the payment so make sure you sent somebody trustworthy."
"yes yes . . . . i know the drill" the old goblin made a face in frustration. "So your heading to Northrend again to look for this ore supplier?
"If it is not for him then it will be for something else. . . . there is so much to be done my old friend. Time is precious and i sense the final fight is dawning on us. "
"You know everytime you say something like that alot of shit starts happening" Dizzywig allowed himself a laugh. So did Arlong.
An hour later Arlong was sitting in mid-air and enjoying a drink on the hills overlooking ratchet, when Valìum approached him from the shadows.
"My blades stink of blood" -said the assassin.
"Your blades always stink of blood"- Arlong allowed himself a smile.
"Did we had to kill the punk?"
"It was neccesery . . . . i do not like the idea of him suplying the alliance with saronite."
"But we did not get who is his supplier anyway . . ." The undead sat down next to Arlong. "Do you think Dizzywig will find out this Copperhead fella?"
"Most likely not but he may find somekind of information . . .it is worth the shot. And its not like i cant afford to spent the gold."
"What about some of Willix`s friends? Wont they come after you . . .i know goblins dont like their profits cut."
"yes there will be some angry individuals . . .but my reputation will keep them at bay. If not that the Barons will do . . .i am a very profitable friend for the goblins. And they owe me alot of favors aswell . . .and they will never try to put their noses in a cross faction incident . . . its bad bussiness you see. Its just mutual benefit. Its really hard to make goblins to like you. . . but you can make them like your money. Always remind them how valuable you are alive . . .and how much money they can make from parthnership with you. That or surround yourself with a dreadfull reputation and powerfull associates so they dont even dare thinking of calling a hit on you."
"Or like you. . . both" said Valium witheout hiding his evil grin.
Arlong giggled.
End of Entry!
p.p: This was inspired from work today. Me and Kev had a long argument about mutual benefit bussiness . . .actually i had a lil bit different story outline for the post but i kinda lost the line of thought while writing cuz i got phone called 4 times -_-` Distraction FTL !
Would appreciate some feedback from Valium cuz i am yet to build his Role Play personality and i dont wanna screw him up xD
Also if u havent noticed most of the involved chars are actual NPCs in the game ive posted link to wowhead if u are curious who they are. And im linking armory links to the guildies that get involved in my journal xD ima make u stars lol!
Consider it a gratitude for reading the blog :P
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