Rebirth, Carrion Style

[Helio]

I made my way out of the crowded shathole of a tavern and into the rancid, cold and dreary Forsaken Encampment once again as I moved in the direction given to me by the barkeep, taking extra care to avoid stepping on an odd pile of goo in the middle of the street that appeared to be bubbling... It wasnt long before I reached the outskirts of the encampment and it only took a few moments to recognize the Forsaken commander upon his undead steed, dressed in ragged armor that was adorned with all kinds of dark and dreary finery, barking orders at the soldiers in that disgusting and unrefined language that the children of sylvanas have taken upon themselves.... I strode forward.

"Good evening, commander" I said as I approached him with a tilted head, carefully examining the undead creature that he rode upon. " I heard that you might just be having work that you needed to have completed."

"Work? Of course I have work that needs to be completed elf! Why else would I be here!? Enjoying the breeze!?" He snarled at me.. obviously.. he wasnt too happy of an individual... Just the kind of guy I like. "Well, of course not... Allow me to offer my services up to the cause and reduce the agonizing period of time that you might have to spend in this breeze..." I said, dipping into a bow before the commander " The name is Evandyl Sunrunner.... However.. You and your soldiers might simply know me as Carrion, Butcher, Fiend... or that Damned Elf and his Cat... Take your pick."... a simple smirk played across my lips as I made the announcement before the commander and his soldiers, taking in the sight of widened eyes..at east where there were any... grins and smiles replacings a few frowns... though obviously a few did not believe my claim.. which was of course... fine by me.

"Well then!" bellowed the commander "I might just have work for you afterall! I've heard tales of your exploits in the Outlands and my men would be more than happy to have thee Butcher of Grimweed among us!"... I couldnt help but laugh...

"Among you commander? Surely you misunderstand my work ethics!" I grinned, reaching out to grab one of the scrawnier forsaken that was whispering to one of his partners... He seemed like the rumor mongering news tower type.. with his sandy hair and slightly freckled features... "My dear boy.. what might your name be?"

"Will sir... Will Farnaby" He replied with a studder, not quite expecting to be grabbed and pulled along by is neck.. let alone at the hands of a blood elf. "Well then.. Will.. care to tell the dear commander here about the Carrion's work ethics? Quote by quote if you will... please?" I grinned a snarl at the would be young in life forsaken soldier and Will immediately spilled his guts... no pun intended.

"Well, sir... The Carrion says - I always get the job done.. and I always work alone" He replied without a stop, making the statement I made years ago before the splinter from the Alliance and possibly when the soldier was but a young boy "Good!" I said as I pushed Will away, glancing up at the commander "Well then commander.. there you have it! Who do you need me to kill?"

[Nevar]

Is it wrong that I love your stories and find the way you draw your blood elf pretty sexy..blood elf males are good lookin what can I say!? =D