Arkail's fables

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Arkail's Fables

**Seeing as story telling in wow can be troublesome to tell may as well post my lil collection here. with intros on where i am in the world i guess**

Arkail found himself once again in Lordaeron, only this time the tribe was with him camped in Deathknell invited by their allies to celebrate the hallows end, a celebration of freedom of victory over those that would condemn them for being monsters. Arkail not one for looking a gift horse in the mouth sneaked off to in the Undercity,  to conduct some business, network with some old friends and relax. After his dealing were done he went to his quarters deep within the city sat down in his somewhat decrepit chair, with a flick of his fingers the old candle came to life a small purple blue flame illumating his small room. Arkail opened up a book and began to read one of his favorite stories....

Arkail ran his fingers over the embossed lettering in the title

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The Old Dog

There was once a village in the mountains where an old dog lived surrounding the village was a forest and the villagers where always on alert for the dangers of the forest. One day a guard reported that a large beast had been prowling close to the village. Scared for their livestock, the villagers rallied together there best trackers and hunters to find the beast, now the old dog despite his age had great experience in tracking and he was chosen to lead the hunt.

Late in the afternoon the old dog picked up the trail of the beast, running far ahead of the others only to find the beast sleeping soundly under a tree. The dog spoke to the beast and said

"You beast why do you stray close to our village and threaten us?"

The beast simply looked at the dog with a bemused expression and said

" I've not come near your village, nor do i seek to harm any of your livestock!"

Not believing the beast the dog snarled and bared his teeth. The beast only continued to speak
"Dog, they're wolves in this forest that you should be afraid of...not i. They are the ones that steal your livestock. It is only by my presence that they're kept away, i do not mean to frighten you i am only here to gather berries as winter is coming as soon i must sleep"

...The dog lowered his head knowing his had made a mistake, the dog apologized to which the beast accepted and asked if he was free to leave. The dog agreed, he said he would say he'd lost the scent so long as beast promised to kept the wolves away.They parted ways.

It was in that moment the hunters caught up to the dog and saw him letting the beast leave. The hunters where furious, a hastened discussion was made and they agreed the dog was of no use any longer and shot the dog.  The dog was left to die in the gloom of the forest and the hunters returned home.

Now many say the dog died, but more still say that the old dog limped home that He returned because he was loyal to his home, to the people despite what they had done. He was its protector. But most importantly some say that the dog had a story to tell to the pups that would listen.

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Arkail smirked to himself, as he closed the book with care. He did always like that one. It was then he felt like he was being watched, standing up quickly, his hand instinctivly going for the hilt of his blade. The chair crashing to the floor upturned. Spinning on his Arkail turned to see his old "friend" Hargreaves standing there scrolls nearly covering his locked jawed gaunt face.

Hargreaves! arkail nearly spitting his shock. What do you want ?

Hargreaves not missing a beat simply stared though Arkail as he always did, dropped the scrolls he was carrying and said. Scccrrrolls you wanted, turning and leaving without a chance for arkail to respond.

Arkail spat and cursed the fool in a collection of languages many not fit for uttering in polite company. As he picked up the scrolls one in particular caught his eye

The history of the Bloodhammer Clan

Hmm interesting arkail though as he picked up his fallen chair and began to read.