Re: KEYLOGGED
Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 6:02 pm
RPing GMs ftw:
Hralvek whispers: *A heavily cloaked, but obviously orcish figure stumps up alongside you, apparently from nowhere. He glances around in confusion for a moment, before speaking.* Greetings Davien. My name is Game Master Hralvek. Do you have a moment?
To Hralvek: I certainly do.
Hralvek whispers: Ah, good. I'm honored you would speak with me. I'd gotten reports from somewhere in this area about a vault break in, and was preparing to begin my investigation.
To Hralvek: *Grins and pushes back her hood* Aye, the Wildfire Riders' vault? 'tis criminal.
Hralvek whispers: Ah, good, you know the ones I'm talking about. I come out here expecting a human, and well, let's just say it wouldn't be the first time the Spirits have given me conflicting messages.
To Hralvek: Understandable. But y're in luck. I saw Threnody in Cantrips an' Crows this afternoon. She filled me in.
Hralvek whispers: Good. That'll make this explanation make more sense. If you see your contacts with these Wildfire Riders again, let them know that their friend and the rest of their gear is in good hands with me and the others.
Hralvek whispers: Alliance or no, there's not a creature drawing breath anywhere that deserves this sort of trouble. Between myself and the Spirits, we'll make certain this is put right.
To Hralvek: Ah, now, that *is* good news. They've an... interestin' reputation themselves, the Riders, but deep down, they're a good group o' ne'er-do-wells.
To Hralvek: Just don't tell 'em I said it.
Hralvek whispers: *Hralvek laughs.* Don't worry. They won't hear a word of it from me.
To Hralvek: I'll be certain t'pass it along to 'em, though. Always seem t'cross paths with someone in the black an' red in Dalaran.
Hralvek whispers: Though, speaking of which, I better make clear that from this point on, as we do our work, we won't be able to have much direct contact with you, or them aside from this "Jolstraer" character. He should be able to tell you more though.
Hralvek whispers: Hm. I think that's a he. Human names escape me.
To Hralvek: Aye, that's perfectly understandable. Oh, 'tis a 'he.' Solid block o'Stratholme fury.
Hralvek whispers: Ha! I'll have to take your word on that one. But, anything else I might be able to help you with while I'm in the area, Davien?
To Hralvek: No, I think I'm doin' fine. It's good t'know there are those lookin' out for us all, though. Thankee.
Hralvek whispers: Right then! Swift victory and safe travels to you, Davien. If you ever need our help again, you now how to find us. *Hralvek bows deeply, and then wanders off, presumably to get to work.*
To Hralvek: Be well, sweetling. *pulls her hood back up and turns back to collecting troll...parts... for the Crusade*
Hralvek whispers: *It appears that Hralvek has left one of his totems behind. Among the other detailed carvings, there's a note instructing the holder to send comments about him to wowgmfeedback-us@blizzard.com. Wherever that is.*
Hralvek whispers: ((Blargh. Troll parts. O_o))
To Hralvek: ((Ectoplasm!))
Hralvek whispers: ((Gross! But take care!))
Hralvek whispers: *A heavily cloaked, but obviously orcish figure stumps up alongside you, apparently from nowhere. He glances around in confusion for a moment, before speaking.* Greetings Davien. My name is Game Master Hralvek. Do you have a moment?
To Hralvek: I certainly do.
Hralvek whispers: Ah, good. I'm honored you would speak with me. I'd gotten reports from somewhere in this area about a vault break in, and was preparing to begin my investigation.
To Hralvek: *Grins and pushes back her hood* Aye, the Wildfire Riders' vault? 'tis criminal.
Hralvek whispers: Ah, good, you know the ones I'm talking about. I come out here expecting a human, and well, let's just say it wouldn't be the first time the Spirits have given me conflicting messages.
To Hralvek: Understandable. But y're in luck. I saw Threnody in Cantrips an' Crows this afternoon. She filled me in.
Hralvek whispers: Good. That'll make this explanation make more sense. If you see your contacts with these Wildfire Riders again, let them know that their friend and the rest of their gear is in good hands with me and the others.
Hralvek whispers: Alliance or no, there's not a creature drawing breath anywhere that deserves this sort of trouble. Between myself and the Spirits, we'll make certain this is put right.
To Hralvek: Ah, now, that *is* good news. They've an... interestin' reputation themselves, the Riders, but deep down, they're a good group o' ne'er-do-wells.
To Hralvek: Just don't tell 'em I said it.
Hralvek whispers: *Hralvek laughs.* Don't worry. They won't hear a word of it from me.
To Hralvek: I'll be certain t'pass it along to 'em, though. Always seem t'cross paths with someone in the black an' red in Dalaran.
Hralvek whispers: Though, speaking of which, I better make clear that from this point on, as we do our work, we won't be able to have much direct contact with you, or them aside from this "Jolstraer" character. He should be able to tell you more though.
Hralvek whispers: Hm. I think that's a he. Human names escape me.
To Hralvek: Aye, that's perfectly understandable. Oh, 'tis a 'he.' Solid block o'Stratholme fury.
Hralvek whispers: Ha! I'll have to take your word on that one. But, anything else I might be able to help you with while I'm in the area, Davien?
To Hralvek: No, I think I'm doin' fine. It's good t'know there are those lookin' out for us all, though. Thankee.
Hralvek whispers: Right then! Swift victory and safe travels to you, Davien. If you ever need our help again, you now how to find us. *Hralvek bows deeply, and then wanders off, presumably to get to work.*
To Hralvek: Be well, sweetling. *pulls her hood back up and turns back to collecting troll...parts... for the Crusade*
Hralvek whispers: *It appears that Hralvek has left one of his totems behind. Among the other detailed carvings, there's a note instructing the holder to send comments about him to wowgmfeedback-us@blizzard.com. Wherever that is.*
Hralvek whispers: ((Blargh. Troll parts. O_o))
To Hralvek: ((Ectoplasm!))
Hralvek whispers: ((Gross! But take care!))