As the doors to his study opened and Rae'liel walked through, Sharon looked up from his edition of the Stormwind Royal News to turn his attention to the newly arrived Blood Elf. Noticing the snow and water still lingering on the side of her boots, it seemed as if she had been out on a trip. It was enough to generate a small chunk of worry in Sharon's mind, as the High Elf thought of what she might possibly have been up to.
Finally, having heard the Blood Elf's proposed attack plan against Hero's Watch, Sharon merely gazed back at her for a moment.
"Are you saying, that you are proposing a direct assault on my brother's castle?" The High Elf asked, letting the question simply hang in the air for a moment while he simply looked at her.
After a brief pause and silence, the High Elf slowly placed the newspaper down on his desk while letting out a sigh.
"The castle is in built in a joint effort between the White Hand and the Stormwind ministry of Defense, with the King's own blessing. To attack it openly, unprovoked, would be the same as declaring war on Stormwind and become a rebel in his own city." Sharon slowly explained while gazing back up at Rae'liel.
"Even if I had an entire army with enough munition to level the entire place, as long as the attack could be traced back to me, I would become an enemy of the king in the process."
Sharon smiled briefly, his mind moving to other things.
"I don't think that even Captain Serphia, despite her indifference to human life and collateral damage, would want to make an enemy of the king. Even she isn't capable of causing such a political crisis."
Or at least, Sharon thought she didn't have the sanity, or lack thereof, to do it. Even if she had a flair for the reckless. The idea of her causing a war between Stormwind and Darnassus on her vacation was one that was very amusing to Sharon, especially considering the explanation that she would have to give when she returned to her ancient people.
"We cannot ever risk an open attack, at least not without some pretty damning evidence that proves that the White Hand is an enemy of Stormwind." Sharon continued, his eyes still on Rae'liel.
"Without such evidence, our only choice is a covert operation that cannot be traced back to us. Lest we be branded as terrorists for sabotaging Stormwind's own defenses."
"The mansion has gotten a sizeable defense upgrade since the last time I was in it," Donald answered the Blood Elf's question while casting a brief look across the roofs to Sharon's mansion, before turning back.
"How about we first leave the scene of the crime? We do not want to get spotted by the new guardians of the house, especially not in such an exposed and damning position as this."
Donald suggested, the rogue motioning for the two elves to follow him down from the roof. He had little interested in being turned into a proverbial pin-cushion by the Night Elves, a thing that would surely happen if they spotted them after Solares had already fired a shot at their house.
"I will be more than happy to answer all of your questions once we are out of sight, my lady."
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Sorry for my late inactivity.
I've been knee deep in assignments and revisions, which is taking a lot of my time.
The life of a student is filled with periods of nothing, only interrupted by periods and phases of excessive workloads and reading. This month is unfortunately one of them.
As for joining, it should be possible, Bing. Feel free to PM me with any questions to might have and we could discuss your integration.
As for you guys, Andro, I'll try to get a post up asap :P
I've been knee deep in assignments and revisions, which is taking a lot of my time.
The life of a student is filled with periods of nothing, only interrupted by periods and phases of excessive workloads and reading. This month is unfortunately one of them.
As for joining, it should be possible, Bing. Feel free to PM me with any questions to might have and we could discuss your integration.
As for you guys, Andro, I'll try to get a post up asap :P
If I don't recall correctly, good a chunk of Lord Greymoon's own mansion was reduced to rubble last time Sharon brought Liaena to visit him... :P
(let's not even mention Rhonin's mansion in Dalaran)
Also, finished writing our little introduction to Sherpa's new little castle. What is a villain if he doesn't have his own big, evil fortress of doom? ;)
(let's not even mention Rhonin's mansion in Dalaran)
Also, finished writing our little introduction to Sherpa's new little castle. What is a villain if he doesn't have his own big, evil fortress of doom? ;)
"On that, ye got me full support! Let's head out there before,"
"Span out, block the exits!"
The loud voice of Adolph could suddenly be heard outside the study. At the other end of the large hall outside, arriving from the stairs was fourteen white cloaked mercenaries from the White Hand, lead by Adolph in the first row.
Captain Adolph walked with fierce determination into the room, his eyes fixated upon the open door to the study where Ragnar and Kathlin were. On either side of him, his men were flowing by him like a river, quickly spreading out on either side in the room. The noise of their rattling armor and heavy footsteps echoed under the tall, arched roofs of the main hall.
Most of them were armed with halberds, razor sharp and freshly polished. On the walkway up above them in the hall, four other wind hand mercenaries emerged from the doors. All of them were carrying long muskets, except for one of them who was carrying a staff, with a book hanging below his arm in a leather strap. The latter in question seemed to be a battle mage, and there was another battle mage visible downstairs, walking behind Adolph.
"Sheit!" Ragnar cussed when he glimpsed the White Hand members outside the room, turning back to Kathlin.
"Quick, get the book, lass! We need tha move before they tighten the noose!"
The new fortifications that were being built on the tall reefs north of the Stormwind harbor consisted of a great fortress situated at the top of the tall, dark reefs. It's only direct access point from land seemed to be a bridge connecting the castle to the bastion wall overlooking the harbor, the bridge itself controlled by a series of heavy metal chains. Beneath it was a vast drop of no less than two hundred feet, leading straight down into the dark, winter water below where the waves rolled against the heavy reefs.
Although the castle was being built at the top of the reef, its towers and walls spreading out across it, a few fortified cannon posts built into the reef walls themselves and pointed out across the entrance to the harbor could suggest that there was also an intricate network of tunnels and rooms inside the very reef itself.
Short of the bridge that was overseen by both White Hand mercenaries and Stormwind soldiers, the only other visible entrance to the castle was by seaway; a large cave opening at the bottom of the reef that lead inside a hollow pocket. The cave entrance itself was fortified by a heavy stone structure built around it, and from the distance Rae'liel stood at one could barely glimpse some heavy metal bars at the top of the entrance to suggest that there was a movable metal gate that they could raise and lower to control entrance to the mini harbor under the reef itself.
Although the lower parts of the castle seemed finished, most of the main towers and keep remained incomplete; wooden support structures and scaffolding surrounding it. Distant noises and hammering traveled with the fresh sea wind to the docks itself, from the workers hard at work on the castle itself.
The harbor was as busy as ever, with ships sailing in and out. There was also a supply ship with a heavy rock load anchored next to the reef with the castle, positioned beneath a complex staircase of cranes and elevators used to lift the construction rocks up to the top of the reef to be used to build the fortifications.
The small group of White Hand mercenaries who approached Rae'liel were talking among each other, but as they passed the Blood Elf, they quieted down as a lot of the men turned their heads to look at the silent elf.
Walking in front of them was a dark haired human. It was Sevarian, the grandmaster of the White Hand. He wore a heavy set of silver-polished plate armor under his stainless white tabard and cloak, trimmed with gold linings and a pair of eagle wings decorating his shoulder. Under his left hand was an ornate, silver broadsword sitting in its heavy sheath, and in right hand he held a tall, white Oak staff covered in mystical arcane runes engraved in the rare wood. The Grandmaster took a moment to gaze at Rae'liel whom he passed with his men, seemingly curious at the odd little elf with the bizarre pair of goggles.
However, the White Hand members choose to ignore her as they continued on their way to the stairs leading up to the bastion walls surrounding the harbor, and ultimately, the bridge connecting to the new castle.
"Beautiful sight, isn't she?" One of the dockworkers who were passing by had noticed Rae'liel who was staring at the castle. Putting down the crate he was carrying to take a rest, he stood next to the Paladin.
"They say the castle's name is Hero's Watch, in commemoration of all the heroes who gave their lives in the defense of Stormwind during the Orcish attacks. Amazing piece of work if you ask me. They even got Dwarves and Mages alongside the normal human worforce, all working together to make the construct possible."
"Span out, block the exits!"
The loud voice of Adolph could suddenly be heard outside the study. At the other end of the large hall outside, arriving from the stairs was fourteen white cloaked mercenaries from the White Hand, lead by Adolph in the first row.
Captain Adolph walked with fierce determination into the room, his eyes fixated upon the open door to the study where Ragnar and Kathlin were. On either side of him, his men were flowing by him like a river, quickly spreading out on either side in the room. The noise of their rattling armor and heavy footsteps echoed under the tall, arched roofs of the main hall.
Most of them were armed with halberds, razor sharp and freshly polished. On the walkway up above them in the hall, four other wind hand mercenaries emerged from the doors. All of them were carrying long muskets, except for one of them who was carrying a staff, with a book hanging below his arm in a leather strap. The latter in question seemed to be a battle mage, and there was another battle mage visible downstairs, walking behind Adolph.
"Sheit!" Ragnar cussed when he glimpsed the White Hand members outside the room, turning back to Kathlin.
"Quick, get the book, lass! We need tha move before they tighten the noose!"
The new fortifications that were being built on the tall reefs north of the Stormwind harbor consisted of a great fortress situated at the top of the tall, dark reefs. It's only direct access point from land seemed to be a bridge connecting the castle to the bastion wall overlooking the harbor, the bridge itself controlled by a series of heavy metal chains. Beneath it was a vast drop of no less than two hundred feet, leading straight down into the dark, winter water below where the waves rolled against the heavy reefs.
Although the castle was being built at the top of the reef, its towers and walls spreading out across it, a few fortified cannon posts built into the reef walls themselves and pointed out across the entrance to the harbor could suggest that there was also an intricate network of tunnels and rooms inside the very reef itself.
Short of the bridge that was overseen by both White Hand mercenaries and Stormwind soldiers, the only other visible entrance to the castle was by seaway; a large cave opening at the bottom of the reef that lead inside a hollow pocket. The cave entrance itself was fortified by a heavy stone structure built around it, and from the distance Rae'liel stood at one could barely glimpse some heavy metal bars at the top of the entrance to suggest that there was a movable metal gate that they could raise and lower to control entrance to the mini harbor under the reef itself.
Although the lower parts of the castle seemed finished, most of the main towers and keep remained incomplete; wooden support structures and scaffolding surrounding it. Distant noises and hammering traveled with the fresh sea wind to the docks itself, from the workers hard at work on the castle itself.
The harbor was as busy as ever, with ships sailing in and out. There was also a supply ship with a heavy rock load anchored next to the reef with the castle, positioned beneath a complex staircase of cranes and elevators used to lift the construction rocks up to the top of the reef to be used to build the fortifications.
The small group of White Hand mercenaries who approached Rae'liel were talking among each other, but as they passed the Blood Elf, they quieted down as a lot of the men turned their heads to look at the silent elf.
Walking in front of them was a dark haired human. It was Sevarian, the grandmaster of the White Hand. He wore a heavy set of silver-polished plate armor under his stainless white tabard and cloak, trimmed with gold linings and a pair of eagle wings decorating his shoulder. Under his left hand was an ornate, silver broadsword sitting in its heavy sheath, and in right hand he held a tall, white Oak staff covered in mystical arcane runes engraved in the rare wood. The Grandmaster took a moment to gaze at Rae'liel whom he passed with his men, seemingly curious at the odd little elf with the bizarre pair of goggles.
However, the White Hand members choose to ignore her as they continued on their way to the stairs leading up to the bastion walls surrounding the harbor, and ultimately, the bridge connecting to the new castle.
"Beautiful sight, isn't she?" One of the dockworkers who were passing by had noticed Rae'liel who was staring at the castle. Putting down the crate he was carrying to take a rest, he stood next to the Paladin.
"They say the castle's name is Hero's Watch, in commemoration of all the heroes who gave their lives in the defense of Stormwind during the Orcish attacks. Amazing piece of work if you ask me. They even got Dwarves and Mages alongside the normal human worforce, all working together to make the construct possible."
"This is something that I cannot run from. If I run, my brother will simply be free to continue with his schemes in my absence. I may live, but in the end, simply others will die instead." Sharon explained.
"He is ruthless and uncompromising. I have seen first hand what he saw capable of. Even free of the Scourge, he intentionally raided and sacked an entire port town in Quel'Thalas, simply for his own gains, before turning on the men he had manipulated and deceived into his service."
Sharon thought back on Lord Greymoon's little ill fated expedition, where his brother had posed as an agent of the king. With the Lord's own men, under the false guise of finding a fake cult supposedly after the Lord's life, Sherpa had attacked and raided a wealthy port town in Quel'Thalas. The deaths had been high, both for the elves living in the town, and the men he had fooled to serve him.
"Worst, he is not even undead. He is what the Argent Dawn used to call a Second Generation death knight, consisting of those recruited during the Third War itself. He is as alive as both you and me, and he uses that to his advantage by hiding among the general populace of this city."
Sharon paused, seemingly lost in thought for a brief moment.
"From what I understand, after the fall of the Scourge, he went his own separate path. But even with the death of his evil lord, his ruthless ambition seems to only have grown. What his ultimate goals are, I do not know, only that they are his own now."
Sharon's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared absentmindedly through the room, raising his hand above his chest to slightly rub his lower jaw with the back of his fingers.
"Exactly why he wants to kill me, I do not know. Maybe it is revenge, or maybe it is fear. Fear that I, as one of the few witnesses and survivors of Quel'Thalas, could jeopardize his plans, whatever they might be."
"He is ruthless and uncompromising. I have seen first hand what he saw capable of. Even free of the Scourge, he intentionally raided and sacked an entire port town in Quel'Thalas, simply for his own gains, before turning on the men he had manipulated and deceived into his service."
Sharon thought back on Lord Greymoon's little ill fated expedition, where his brother had posed as an agent of the king. With the Lord's own men, under the false guise of finding a fake cult supposedly after the Lord's life, Sherpa had attacked and raided a wealthy port town in Quel'Thalas. The deaths had been high, both for the elves living in the town, and the men he had fooled to serve him.
"Worst, he is not even undead. He is what the Argent Dawn used to call a Second Generation death knight, consisting of those recruited during the Third War itself. He is as alive as both you and me, and he uses that to his advantage by hiding among the general populace of this city."
Sharon paused, seemingly lost in thought for a brief moment.
"From what I understand, after the fall of the Scourge, he went his own separate path. But even with the death of his evil lord, his ruthless ambition seems to only have grown. What his ultimate goals are, I do not know, only that they are his own now."
Sharon's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared absentmindedly through the room, raising his hand above his chest to slightly rub his lower jaw with the back of his fingers.
"Exactly why he wants to kill me, I do not know. Maybe it is revenge, or maybe it is fear. Fear that I, as one of the few witnesses and survivors of Quel'Thalas, could jeopardize his plans, whatever they might be."
"Darkness... " Sharon repeated as he smiled. Although through his expression, his eyes deceived a greater concern lingering on within his mind.
"If only it was that simple."
Sharon continued, keeping up his smile. Taking a moment to gaze towards the door where Liaena had left, Sharon made a satisfied nod as he saw his lover disappear out through the door, before turning his attention back to Rae'liel.
"Seven years... yet to me, it feels more like days, Rae'liel." Sharon spoke in a soft, yet uneasy tone. The High Elf stepped through the laboratory, taking his time looking at the various potions and vials positioned on the tables and shelves around him as he chewed on his next words.
"Do you remember when I told you of my loss in the Third War? How all my kin and family had been vanquished?"
The High Elf finally asked, his gaze returning to Rae'liel.
"If only I was so lucky as to have my kin utterly destroyed that time. Fate, however, did not deem death and loss a fitting punishment for whatever sins I have committed earlier in life. My brother... he survived." Sharon paused for a moment, looking distant as he spoke. Moving his hand across the wooden surface of the table on which Rae'liel had been operated on, he erratically drummed his fingers on the wooden boards.
"Sherraine Daerin'lei. That is his name. The Third War did consume him, but it did not kill him. No, it made my brother into something else. And now... and now he is back, back here in Stormwind. Draped under the damning wings of the Scourge, he has reemerged. Why or for what purpose, I do not know, but he seeks my head." Sharon chuckled softly.
"Funny that Falaani should mention patience... it is a virtue that my brother possesses to an all too great degree, in fact. With my... despite all my protection, this mansion may seem like a fortress, but it is little more than a shrinking tomb as my brother advances all around me."
Sharon picked up one of Liaena's vials, a crystalline vial filled with a luminous yellow and thick liquid which he studied it intently.
"Eventually, my Night Elven escort will have to return to Ashenvale. My funds will expire soon, as they are too finite. If I keep the current course, my vulnerability will only grow, and in the end... so will he find me."
A silence ensued in the room between Rae'liel and Sharon. The High Elf continued to stare at the vial, before eventually setting it back down on the shelf from which he had retrieved it from. Turning his head back to Rae'liel, it was a blank, expressionless face that met her.
"The darkness of the Scourge is not gone, oh no... it has simply manifested itself in another place, here... at my doorstep. My brother has survived its damned embrace, and taken every thing he has learned back with him to end me!"
"If only it was that simple."
Sharon continued, keeping up his smile. Taking a moment to gaze towards the door where Liaena had left, Sharon made a satisfied nod as he saw his lover disappear out through the door, before turning his attention back to Rae'liel.
"Seven years... yet to me, it feels more like days, Rae'liel." Sharon spoke in a soft, yet uneasy tone. The High Elf stepped through the laboratory, taking his time looking at the various potions and vials positioned on the tables and shelves around him as he chewed on his next words.
"Do you remember when I told you of my loss in the Third War? How all my kin and family had been vanquished?"
The High Elf finally asked, his gaze returning to Rae'liel.
"If only I was so lucky as to have my kin utterly destroyed that time. Fate, however, did not deem death and loss a fitting punishment for whatever sins I have committed earlier in life. My brother... he survived." Sharon paused for a moment, looking distant as he spoke. Moving his hand across the wooden surface of the table on which Rae'liel had been operated on, he erratically drummed his fingers on the wooden boards.
"Sherraine Daerin'lei. That is his name. The Third War did consume him, but it did not kill him. No, it made my brother into something else. And now... and now he is back, back here in Stormwind. Draped under the damning wings of the Scourge, he has reemerged. Why or for what purpose, I do not know, but he seeks my head." Sharon chuckled softly.
"Funny that Falaani should mention patience... it is a virtue that my brother possesses to an all too great degree, in fact. With my... despite all my protection, this mansion may seem like a fortress, but it is little more than a shrinking tomb as my brother advances all around me."
Sharon picked up one of Liaena's vials, a crystalline vial filled with a luminous yellow and thick liquid which he studied it intently.
"Eventually, my Night Elven escort will have to return to Ashenvale. My funds will expire soon, as they are too finite. If I keep the current course, my vulnerability will only grow, and in the end... so will he find me."
A silence ensued in the room between Rae'liel and Sharon. The High Elf continued to stare at the vial, before eventually setting it back down on the shelf from which he had retrieved it from. Turning his head back to Rae'liel, it was a blank, expressionless face that met her.
"The darkness of the Scourge is not gone, oh no... it has simply manifested itself in another place, here... at my doorstep. My brother has survived its damned embrace, and taken every thing he has learned back with him to end me!"
Yes, Rithrynn.
You were supposed to be the group's tank, and that means not using your support as meatshields or collision pillows :P
You were supposed to be the group's tank, and that means not using your support as meatshields or collision pillows :P
Waiting patiently outside the door was Sharon, when he suddenly noticed the handle moving as someone was about to open the door. But it was shortly accompanied by an audible thud from the inside as Falaani smashed her skull into the doorframe, and a rather angry and pissed Sentinel emerged from the room to march straight past Sharon.
The High Elf choose to give the sentinel a wide berth as she marched to the stairs, deciding that it would be a most unprofitable venture to attempt to question or talk to the furious Night Elf whom at the time seemed more concerned with just getting away from the scene of the crime, or embarrassment.
Once she had left visual range, Sharon peeked inside the room, just to verify that A. The occupants were still safe and healthy, and B. Rae'liel was dressed. Stepping inside, Sharon motioned with his head behind him at where Falaani had disappeared.
"So much for the ancient grace and agility of the Night Elves." Sharon said jokingly, before turning to look towards Liaena and Rae'liel, choosing to focus on the Blood Elf.
"You look a lot better. But I would recommend getting yourself some rest, and keeping some distance to the Night Elves to avoid further... diplomatic incidents. My butler, Friedrick, has prepared a room for you in the top of the north eastern spire. Yes, the Night Elves are stalking the roof outside, but as long as you don't flip them off or anything, the windows should be all the barriers you'll ever need."
Sharon said, pausing for a moment as the High Elf seemed to be remembering what else to say.
"Oh, and yes, about our honored Captain Serphia. If all else fails and you should happen to get into a second fight with her, please either do it outside, use some shrink potions, or solve it through a game of cards or something. This is a house, not a castle. It can only take so much damage before collapsing down on our heads."
The High Elf choose to give the sentinel a wide berth as she marched to the stairs, deciding that it would be a most unprofitable venture to attempt to question or talk to the furious Night Elf whom at the time seemed more concerned with just getting away from the scene of the crime, or embarrassment.
Once she had left visual range, Sharon peeked inside the room, just to verify that A. The occupants were still safe and healthy, and B. Rae'liel was dressed. Stepping inside, Sharon motioned with his head behind him at where Falaani had disappeared.
"So much for the ancient grace and agility of the Night Elves." Sharon said jokingly, before turning to look towards Liaena and Rae'liel, choosing to focus on the Blood Elf.
"You look a lot better. But I would recommend getting yourself some rest, and keeping some distance to the Night Elves to avoid further... diplomatic incidents. My butler, Friedrick, has prepared a room for you in the top of the north eastern spire. Yes, the Night Elves are stalking the roof outside, but as long as you don't flip them off or anything, the windows should be all the barriers you'll ever need."
Sharon said, pausing for a moment as the High Elf seemed to be remembering what else to say.
"Oh, and yes, about our honored Captain Serphia. If all else fails and you should happen to get into a second fight with her, please either do it outside, use some shrink potions, or solve it through a game of cards or something. This is a house, not a castle. It can only take so much damage before collapsing down on our heads."
"Maybe the assassin could'a been in a hurry, didn't 'ave time tha find it... whatever he was lookin' fer." Ragnar mumbled to himself while the Dwarf walked alongside the shelves, trailing his fingers across the numerous books and covers, although with little clue what he was actually doing nor looking for.
"When killin' people, ya usually don't stay around to scrounge through an entire library afterwards."
In the meantime, Kathlin had retrieved a book from the pile.
It seemed to have been used a lot, its cover worn and scratched, and pages littered with traces of age-old bread crumps, wax and spilled water. Its date indicated that it was the latest in a series of ledgers, cynically dubbed in an eloquent and high-classed handwriting as 'Daily Headaches of the Royal Advisor', and further down on the cover; 'A compilation of notices, reminders and complaints'.
All the pages of the diary looking notebook were handwritten by Alfidious' own fine and luxurious handwriting, with elaborate mathematical graphs and calculations littering the pages. On the sides of the pages were little notes written besides the text, such as 'Remember to remind Guardsmaster Hastor, [X]', 'Have last week's taxation of Old District revised... again'.
Unlike your ordinary diary however, it was mostly concerned isolated incidents within economics, from Alfidious' discoveries of local bars in Stormwind's attempts to cheat the tax system, to even dated series about large, missing sums of money from the Stormwind bank itself years back.
His three latest entries however detailed three separate cases. The first two were related to taxation and evasion, with his typical, angry notes written besides them 'Notify the fool Hastor', 'Fire District Manager Sebastian!'. The third one, however, was a detailed report on the cooperation between the White Hand and "The Southsea Metal Import company".
The report detailed Alfidious' interest for the progress of the latter, a chart detailing the two organizations' total purchases and expenditure, as well as earnings and reported treasury, which showed both of the organizations to go in a massive minus.
However, a lot of the report also went into discussing the Southsea Company's seemingly abundant supply of metals, despite having hired almost no manpower at all from Stormwind nor Ironforge to explain their high production. The only people they had officially hired was a dwarf named Dagmar Stoneherder, a seasoned miner and certified Engineer and metallurgist, and his brother, Brann Stoneherder, a former mountaineer and geologist. Notes filled the page on either side, going from 'dwarves still missing, two months beyond contract expiration', 'Possible Horde cooperation?', 'Black Labor' and always ending in 'requires formal investigation!'.
"Found anythin' yet," Ragnar called back to Kathlin, while mindlessly looking through the pages of a large tax ledger he had found at the bottom of a chest, which pumped a massive cloud of dust up into the air when he dropped it back into the chest!
"When killin' people, ya usually don't stay around to scrounge through an entire library afterwards."
In the meantime, Kathlin had retrieved a book from the pile.
It seemed to have been used a lot, its cover worn and scratched, and pages littered with traces of age-old bread crumps, wax and spilled water. Its date indicated that it was the latest in a series of ledgers, cynically dubbed in an eloquent and high-classed handwriting as 'Daily Headaches of the Royal Advisor', and further down on the cover; 'A compilation of notices, reminders and complaints'.
All the pages of the diary looking notebook were handwritten by Alfidious' own fine and luxurious handwriting, with elaborate mathematical graphs and calculations littering the pages. On the sides of the pages were little notes written besides the text, such as 'Remember to remind Guardsmaster Hastor, [X]', 'Have last week's taxation of Old District revised... again'.
Unlike your ordinary diary however, it was mostly concerned isolated incidents within economics, from Alfidious' discoveries of local bars in Stormwind's attempts to cheat the tax system, to even dated series about large, missing sums of money from the Stormwind bank itself years back.
His three latest entries however detailed three separate cases. The first two were related to taxation and evasion, with his typical, angry notes written besides them 'Notify the fool Hastor', 'Fire District Manager Sebastian!'. The third one, however, was a detailed report on the cooperation between the White Hand and "The Southsea Metal Import company".
The report detailed Alfidious' interest for the progress of the latter, a chart detailing the two organizations' total purchases and expenditure, as well as earnings and reported treasury, which showed both of the organizations to go in a massive minus.
However, a lot of the report also went into discussing the Southsea Company's seemingly abundant supply of metals, despite having hired almost no manpower at all from Stormwind nor Ironforge to explain their high production. The only people they had officially hired was a dwarf named Dagmar Stoneherder, a seasoned miner and certified Engineer and metallurgist, and his brother, Brann Stoneherder, a former mountaineer and geologist. Notes filled the page on either side, going from 'dwarves still missing, two months beyond contract expiration', 'Possible Horde cooperation?', 'Black Labor' and always ending in 'requires formal investigation!'.
"Found anythin' yet," Ragnar called back to Kathlin, while mindlessly looking through the pages of a large tax ledger he had found at the bottom of a chest, which pumped a massive cloud of dust up into the air when he dropped it back into the chest!
This is why working for Sherpa's White Hand is so much better.
Free medical and dental insurance at certified doctors and healers with stable mental conditions and clean records!
... oh, and did I mention you also get paid?! :P
Free medical and dental insurance at certified doctors and healers with stable mental conditions and clean records!
... oh, and did I mention you also get paid?! :P
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