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| - Time passed for the Head Hunter and Blood Fist. The mercenary company grew in numbers, power and prestige. Some came, some left but the Fist was forever. It pleased the Head Hunter as he weekly surveyed the guild at their meetings. From humble beginnings, the roots of power began to spread deep and wide. Soon the massive trunk would grow and thicken, preparing to support the branches of success after success. He knew that *he* had to grow personally, however. The Head Hunter was responsible for nearly two hundred souls and as their leader, he needed to be at the forefront. Lead by example. Show his dedication to them as they showed their dedication to him and the Fist. But how? Lieing in bed with a nasty cold, he felt totally useless. His bride carried weak broth soup to him, his childre
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| - Time passed for the Head Hunter and Blood Fist. The mercenary company grew in numbers, power and prestige. Some came, some left but the Fist was forever. It pleased the Head Hunter as he weekly surveyed the guild at their meetings. From humble beginnings, the roots of power began to spread deep and wide. Soon the massive trunk would grow and thicken, preparing to support the branches of success after success. He knew that *he* had to grow personally, however. The Head Hunter was responsible for nearly two hundred souls and as their leader, he needed to be at the forefront. Lead by example. Show his dedication to them as they showed their dedication to him and the Fist. But how? Lieing in bed with a nasty cold, he felt totally useless. His bride carried weak broth soup to him, his children laid damp towels upon his forehead gingerly and with care. His youngest, barely able to walk, even brought over his blanky so that pappa would be warm. All he could do was lie there and accept their love. His smile was feeble but heartfelt; but he was a giver, not a taker. His heart yearned to show more than a smile. He would be there for his family through thick and thin. Not only did he owe it to them, but he willingly pledged it out of love and respect. He fell back asleep with a warm smile and a heart full of love. A letter was thrust into his hands by a Deathguard while he was visiting the bank in his capital. The Seal was that of the Dark Queen herself. His hands trembled slightly as he methodically opened the seal. The script was written in a flowing, beautiful female hand. The letters seemed to swim rather than stand upon the page. Head Hunter It has come to my attention that you are becoming something of an asset to the Forsaken. There is an objective that requires one of your stature to accomplish. Come see me at your earliest opportunity. There is much to discuss. Your Queen Lady Sylvannas His hands shook as he gently re-folded the letter and placed it inside his breastplate, next to a tarnished golden ring. He set off at a run to go to her. In moments, he was kneeling before her and her demon guardian. He did not know that things name, and did not want to. That was power incarnate starting down at the Forsaken rogue like a giant stares at an earthworm it desires to crush on whim. A sweet voice, like a gentle breeze across a placid pond reached his ears. He was not sure if she spoke out loud or in his mind, but it was soothing and tender. His apprehension melted into devotion nearly instantly. Head Hunter, the sweet voice began, The Forsaken need information that your devotion and skills could obtain for us. Remaining on his knee he raised his eyes to look up at her and was graced with a smile. Her demon guardian looked down upon the worm at his feet and his eyes flared. Kopfjaggers eyes never left the floor after that. What would you have me do, my Queen, came the deep, hollow voice from the floor. Information, rogue. We require information about the daily happenings of the humans in and around Goldshire. The rogues head tilted slightly to one side in a silent question. That, for now, is all you need to know, Forsaken. Rise and be gone. He bowed his head even lower, turned with his eyes still on the floor and ran out.
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