A festering stink hung in the air like a foreboding storm of decay. Biting flies and crawling maggots covered his armor along with a thick layer of dried blood and diseased bits of flesh. The orc calling himself Goregreedy sat like a monument of filth, contrasting with the serene gardens of the city of Dalaran. By his side, an immense ancient maul, it too covered with the wretched gore of a thousand battles.
Of course, no one else was able to stay very long in the garden. But, that didn't matter to him. Goregreedy was a Death Knight, master of disease and decay. Once an unwilling servant of the dreaded Arthas, before that a proud warrior of the Horde. Now, he lives is life one day at a time, working for whomever pays the best, a mercenary. These days, he plies his trade both for the Horde, whom he once loved so much, and a mercenary band calling itself Bloodlust.
"Aye Gore, wut are you doing ere you nasty bastard?!" another Orc makes his way across the defiled garden. This one is a fine specimen of his race. Large and powerful with the face that could kill a kodo where it stands.
"Har har har!! Slasher, wut brings you to the umie city you dirty dog?" Goregreedy says in a phlegm filled voice.
Slasherjoe is a proud warrior of the Horde. He got his name from a human named Joe that he came to know in a prisoner camp in the Borean Tundra. The story goes that the now presumably dead human tried to plead for his life from Slasher, who was assigned to keep prisoners in line for exchanges with the Alliance. While begging he tried to speak to Slasher in Orcish. However, the word he used for mercy came out as the word Slasher, he loved it so much he adopted it.
"Has da boss showed up yet? Shee said shee was gonna meet wif us dis afternoon ere in da garden" Slasher says through his gleeming white tusks.
"Wut? da boss said shee wanted you ere too?!" Goregreedy replies "Uf dat slimy ittle elfling thinks shees gonna orda bowf of us around shees got anodder ting comin!!"
Like a razors edge, a stern voice cracks through the air. "What exactly is it that I have coming to me Death Knight?!?"
The beautiful Blood elf noble walks out from behind a nearby statue like a graceful pillar of strength and power. Quickly, the two orcs spring to attention.
"Oh, boss its goot to see ya. Oh, me and Slasher wer talkin about anofer elf boss we know, not you" Goregreedy manages to reply.
The timeless elf surveys the pair for a moment with her stern, unyielding gaze.
"Have either of you seen or heard from Calmfury?" she breaks the tense silence.
Slasherjoe speaks up. "Uh, no Master, no one has eard from eem in a few weeks. Evah since em and Garrosh faced off. I heard that da Garrosh had em cut in two and fed to da Worgs."
"No, I eard that da Taureen ave em hiding in Thunda Bluff" Goregreedy says with a smile.
No emotion plays across the Blood Elf nobles face. She stands in silence like the nearby marble statues.
"I want the two of you to go to Thunder Bluff and find Calmfury. Bring him here immediately! I don't care if Garrosh wants him dead. Bloodlust recruited and paid him in advance to help us with our assault on the Titan city of Ulduar. Do what ever it takes to bring him to me here in Dalaran."
"Uh, yes boss. Weel go now and bring him back." Slasher says confidently.
The two orcs break ranks and head directly for the portals back to Kalimdor, as the noble watches with cold, distant eyes.
"We will penetrate the defenses of Ulduar and unlock its secrets. I need all the strength and ferocity you can give me Calmfury, Guardian of Cenarius."
