Explaining Karloke, and KArak's absence

[Karak Stormsong]

The air of the room was thick with the scent of rich herbs. A slender female figure was reclining on a silken coach, smoking a peculiar substance that relaxed the body and the mind. She examined her nails absent mindedly and brushed down the green dress she was wearing. Across form her, sitting quite comfortably on a pile of cushions was the magic-user known as Karloke, though such names were only temporary. Karloke himself, an elven man wearing red and gold robes typical of a blood elven Arcanist was presently drinking a sample of finest Stormwind wine. He looked up at the female, smiling a nauseating, knowing smile that could haunt children's nightmares.

"You must try this, my love..." he said.

The Female took a deep breath of the scented fumes and blew out at her manservant, who was trying to look occupied by the darkened corner of the room. "You change the subject." she replied.

"Ah, but one cannot relax truly in his kip without a glass of sparkling wine..."

"Regardless, you change the subject." replied the female again, with only a slight indication of annoyance.

"Very well." said, taking a gulp of the drink. "The reason I'm so interested in the Orcs of the Red Blade is simply because, its fun. The orcs themselves are reluctant to actually remove my presence from their gatherings, possibly due to a primitive sense of hospitality and honour." He poured himself another glass. "Secondly, of course, we have some.. assests of theirs".

"Ah, but of course" said the female. She glanced slightly at her manservant. "But why would one even bother with those loathsome beasts?"

"Because, like I said. It amuses me. Their entire tribe operates as if in some bad Melodrama. Demonic possesion. Laughable Angst. Temper tantrums. The females of the tribe are so cute when they're angry too...". Karloke smirked at his beloved wickedly at this last remark.

"Yet it could be dangerous. You are not a combatant. At least not how you are. And you have a weakness to alcohol, more than a few cups and you start speaking in that thrice-dammed planar dialect." she said concernedly, pointing out the wine bottle.

"As I said. The orcs rarely bother moving me. A simple enchantment would all it take should anything unpleasant occur. And if you don't like my amusements, we always have the excuse to take our payment from upon their tribe permanently, something that they probably wouldn't enjoy."

"Hrm. I suppose." The female questioned herself. And took another puff. "If people come to us for aid... we could do anything. All that matters is the price. And that price must always be paid in full, even if the subjects involved think otherwise."

"Exactly. In this case, a life for a life... or..." he smiled at the manservant. "A life or a chance to... " he waved a hand in a circular motion as he though, "...play around a bit. It WAS a rather good deal, I thought. Speaking of which, the blades are having another meeting, and I'm not one to pass up an opportunity for amusement." He stood up and left the room, leaving the female to relish the cool Silvermoon light air as he opened the balcony door.

A few minutes later, the women left the room and motioned her servant to follow. There was a new Dance starting in a while, and she had to query why she wasn't invited.

Of course, the manservant didn't have much choice any more. All that mattered was the price.

[Kozgugore]

(( So Karak's a dancing puppet now? At least it's a new opportunity for him to learn some new moves and lay off the singing, should he actually make it back! \o/ Still, do kinda miss the annoying git from time to time, really. At least orcs are easier to hit than those stick-elves are. o.<

Anyway, it's actually quite interesting! Perhaps we can actually expect an anti-elf anthem from Karak soon? D;< ))

[Karak Stormsong]

((depends. IC Karak was devastated by his wife's death and corruption into a death knight, enough to 'make a deal with the devil' as it were to restore her. What was actually agreed I'll keep you guessing.. Karloke's betroved herself is based heavily on Shemeska the maurauder, from PLanescape Cannon. (Win points for understanding what planescape is, and who shemeska is!), basically, she's very power and horribly evil. Unless I think of something amazing, poor karak is stuck.

But yes, Karak is going to be bitter, but at the same time he may also be even more naive than before ('The hero escapes! Ahahaahaha!'). We'll see.

Oh and I have to be bothered to start playing him again))

[Claws]

Old uncle Nazgrel;felling trees,
Cut his legs off at the knees.
"I'll sew them back on!" cried his daughter,
"No!" he said, "I like them shorter"
-By Karak, shortly before being throttled by Claws

[Karak Stormsong]

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When In doubt for material: steal stuff from your childhood, and re-arrange the names!))