WANTED:The Vorisswa

"Hey Beln," Barzik asked, "What'd you think they'd do when they find out we're posting their crap all over the cities?"

Beln smiled. "Kill us all, probably. I mean, they killed Berl, didn't they? Took'em a long while, too."

It was a usual heated day in Ironforge. Barzik continued to nail posters on the walls all around the city as Beln assisted him by carrying the posters.

Barzik finished nailing the poster on the wall and looked at Beln. "You sent some posters ta Rhemis 'n Vystrum, right?"

Beln nodded. "Aye boyo. They're placin' these up like we are."

Barzik nodded back and the two continued on through Ironforge, nailing more posters on the walls.

[img]http://images.wikia.com/earthenring/images/8/8f/Vorisswa_Insignia.JPEG[/img] [i]WANTED: The Vorisswa (100 gold per head)

The great city of Ironforge has placed bounties on the notorious organization known as the Vorisswa. While known as a myth, the Mountainguard, Stormwind Guard, and Sentinel's League fully acknowledge the existence of this organization. The Vorisswa are known to be merciless, able to slay their targets without hesitation and without proof of deed. Those hunting the Vorisswa are to exact caution when dealing with any Vorisswa member. A simple mistake may be your last.

The insignia pictured above is on every Vorisswa member. If you see this insignia on any person please locate the nearest guard or officer in your region. If you believe you are able to handle a member of the Vorisswa [b]and manage to kill him/her[/b] please display your proof of deed by carving the insignia off of his/her body and showing it to an officer in your region.

For any more information, please contact Mountainguard Commander Barzik Riflemot or Mountaineer Commander Beln Brogglesmecker in Ironforge -OR- Officers Rhemis and Vystrum Tamias in Stormwind. Those in Darnassus are expected to travel to Stormwind or Ironforge by any means necessary.[/i]

Barzik stopped in his tracks for a minute. "Hm... how're gonna get this info ta the Horde? Gotta get'em all, y'know."

Beln shrugged. "Krassik's workin' on that. I think he nailed some posters around Booty Bay 'n some of the other goblin places."

Barzik gave him a funny look. "Whaddya mean by that?" he said incredulously. "Wasn't he in hiding? Sounds like he wants ta toy with death again!"

Beln simply laughed, then patted Barzik's shoulder. "Boyo, yer underestimatin' that Blood Elf. They think he's still dead!"

Barzik watched him walk off. He was speechless, but shook it off and caught up with Beln.



Krassik took a long look at the poster, feeling anger and bitterness swell up in his body. Alas, he knew what he came here to do, and work he shall.

All around Booty Bay the same poster was nailed up here and there. Information about the Vorisswa would soon be public, and those who knew more about them than others would finally be acted upon.

"I wonder how long they'll take to find out they suck at killing people," Krassik said. The first attempt was almost a failure were it not for his will and spirit, but this was the second time. The second time's the charm for the Vorisswa, and Krassik knew that. But it was a while ago, maybe a month, and he was more than ready for them at this point.

As he walked down the pier to the ship heading to Ratchet with a hammer in hand and posters in the other, a Troll ran to catch up to him.

"You've a lot to accomplish, I see!"

Krassik turned around, a bit ready for battle, but when he caught glimpse of the stranger he settled down.

Khuldrak smiled. "I see you have happy feet eh? You will see battle soon enough!"

"I'd rather have it later," Krassik admitted.

Khuldrak nodded in agreement. "Alas, they will surely come after us. We are the keepers of their secrets after all, are we not?"

Krassik continued down the pier to the ship heading to Ratchet. Khuldrak walked alongside him.

"So you have embraced the surname of your beloved?" Khuldrak asked.

Krassik nodded. He shrugged in his armor, feeling a bit uncomfortable talking about his surname. "Do we have to talk about this? Leave it alone."

"Still wounded?" Khuldrak questioned. He knew it would bother Krassik more, but it was a sincere question.

"Yes." Krassik replied, irritation in his voice.

Khuldrak nodded. "You will see her before you die, do not worry."

Krassik handed Khuldrak some posters, but Khuldrak refused with a wave of a hand. Krassik grunted, then held out the papers once more for emphasis. Khuldrak chuckled, admitting defeat, and took a hold of the stack of posters Krassik nudged him. The two boarded the ship en route to Ratchet and settled themselves in the deck's hold.