He was lying on his back on an unfamiliar beach, with an odd haze clouding his mind. Sitting up, he looked about in an attempt to assess the situation. Members of all races, factions, and creeds seemed to be spread along the shoreline, either crying out in pain or aimlessly pacing in confusion.
Debris scattered as far down as he can see.
"Debris from what?" he mumbles. He rubs his eyes, trying to remember. Nothing.
several months prior
"I'll have a glass of your finest wine," mused Trade Prince Ratso Steamweedle, "one for him as well." His high-pitched voice booming in the back of Everlook's finest tavern.
"You're trying to get me drunk, Ratso," laughed Wade.
"You're much easier to convince when your drunk," admitted the Trade Prince.
The waiter approached with two fine crystal glasses, clearly kept for this such occasion. Placing them down on the table, she bows low and retreats.
"What is it and how much are you paying me this time?" Connington inquired as he took his first sip.
"Why the rush? Listen to the idea first, then we talk what you're needed for," the goblin lord began. "Neither of us are stupid, we both know Varian and Garrosh are going to have it out over this Pandaria thing. Money is going to be made, fast. I spoke with the board, and they approved my idea for a high scale, totally neutral transport. We charge patrons for a fast, comfortable, and safe ship ride from Booty Bay to Pandaria," he explains.
"You want to build. . . a boat," surmises the assassin.
Ratso sighed. "Not just a boat, Wade. It would be a pilgrimage."
"Okay well the Horde still owes you big, but they're not going to be paying you back any time soon. Where are you getting the extra dough?" asks Wade.
"We have an arrangement with your old friends back in Outland. Thanks to you, the Consortium is partnering on this. They're providing capital and their engineers. Combined technology is going to put this on the map. You'd be in charge of security, and you'd be paid twice the normal rate for the way there, and a 15 percent bonus for the return," offers the goblin.
Wade had no wish to haggle, money was no longer an issue for him.
"I want a stateroom. And my giant-bone daggers back," he countered.
"Bah. Done," Steamweedle spit.
((A goblin-ethereal super transport set out from Booty Bay six days ago. At approximately 20 minutes after dawn, the inhabitants awoke on a mysterious island. They have no memory of how they got to the beach, or anything after dawn. As they go on the island, it is soon discover that magic does not behave as it should. Warlocks can bring healing rain, Priests can summon rains of fire, and Shaman can raise the dead. This can lead to potentially dangerous situations.
You were on the boat, and now you're on the island. How did you get here, and what are you going to do now? Remember, the boat was 100% neutral, anyone could have been on it. Get creative, but not too ridiculous please. Standard rules, lets make it a good one))