[short story] The Arcanist and the Blademaster.

[Okiba]

((Adapted from new MoP Literature for an orcish audiance!))

An old Blademaster was once unfortunate enough to share a tavern fire at the inn with a young Arcanist, who talked incessantly from evening's light to morning glow about matters of philosophy and science, Magic and the universe. Bored of the one-sided conversation, the Arcanist soon proposed a challenge of wits.

The Blademaster was uninterested in testing his wits against the Arcanist, no matter how much his eager company raised the stakes. Finally the Arcanist offered the Blademaster substantial odds: "I will give you 50 gold coins for every question of yours I cannot answer, if you will give me 5 gold coins for every question YOU cannot answer."

At this, the Blademaster agreed.

"Very well!" exclaimed the Arcanist. He eagerly tried to think of a question sufficient to challenge the Blademaster, but simple enough to keep the game interesting. "How would one measure the volume of an irregularly shaped object?" he asked, his eyes gleaming.

Without even bothering to think about it, the Blademaster handed the Arcanist 5 gold coins.

The Arcanist was disappointed, but prepared himself for the Blademasters challenge.

For his turn, the Blademaster pinched his face deep in thought. Finally, he asked: "What has the heart of a Wolf, the wisdom of the spirits, and the strength of a Kodo?"

Delighted by the riddle, the Arcanist leapt to his feet and began pacing around the tavern. For six hours he was mercifully silent as he pondered the Blademasters conundrum. Soon, he grew irritable. Eventually his face sunk with fury and disdain. "Alas, alas! I give up!" he cried, waving his arms. Reluctantly he withdrew a sack of coins and counted out fifty precious gold pieces for the Blademaster. The Older orc happily accepted his winnings.

The Arcanist stared at the Blademaster. "Well!" he said at last. "What is the answer to your riddle?"

Wordlessly, the Blademaster handed the Arcanist 5 gold coins.

[Gromgeth]

This is indeed a good story! And yes, it's exacly Krogon and Sadok.

[Lars]

That is fantastic.

Muz would so have wanted to know that trick when she was still alive.

[Grogok]

I have an answer to the riddle!

It's the red blade tribe!