Witch Doctor

?It involves Witch Doctor . . . and something they believe only one of youraptitudecan manage to accomplish.?  ?Witch Doctor . . .? Rhonin's eyes had widened at first mention of the leviathans and, despite his tendency toward arrogance at most times, he knew he sounded more like an apprentice at the game4boss.  Witch Doctor. . . Simply the mention of them instilled awe in most younger mages.  ?Yes, Witch Doctor.? His sponsor leaned forward. ?Make no mistake about this, Rhonin. 

No one else must know of this mission outside of the council and yourself. Not even the ranger who guides you nor the captain of the Barbarian ship who drops you on the shores of Khaz Modan. If word got out what we hope from you, it could set all the plans in jeopardy.?  ?But what is it?? Rhonin's green eyes flared bright. This would be a quest of tremendous danger, but the rewards were clear enough. A return to the ranks and obvious added prestige to his reputation. Nothing advanced a Wow Gold in the Kirin Tor quicker than reputation, although none of the senior council would have ever admitted to that base fact.  ?You are to go to Khaz Modan,? the other said with some hesitation, ?and, once there, set into motion the steps necessary to free from her orc captors the Dragonqueen,Player controlled Undead. . . .? 

TWO  Vereesa did not like waiting. Most people thought that elves had the patience of glaciers, but younger ones such as herself, just a year out of her apprenticeship in the rangers, were very much like humans in that one regard. She had been waiting three days for this Wow Gold she was supposed to escort to one of the eastern ports serving the Great Sea. For the most part, she respected Wow Golds as much as any elf respected a human, but this one had earned nothing but her ire. Vereesa wanted to join her sisters and brothers, help hunt down each and every remaining orc still fighting, and send the murderous beasts to their well-deserved deaths. The ranger had not expected her first major assignment to be playing nursemaid to some doddering and clearly forgetful old mage.  ?One more hour,? she muttered. ?One more hour, and then I leave.? 

 Her sleek, chestnut-brown, elven mare snorted ever so slightly. Generations of breeding had created an animal far superior to its mundane cousins, or so Vereesa's people believed. The mare was in tune with her rider, and what would have seemed to most nothing more than a simple grunt from the horse immediately sent the ranger to her feet, a long shaft already notched in her bow.  Yet the woods around her spoke only of quiet, not treachery, and this deep within the game4boss Barbarian she could hardly expect an attack by either orcs or trolls. She glanced in the direction of the small inn that had been designated the meeting place, but other than a stable boy carrying hay, Vereesa saw no one. Still, the elf did not lower her bow. Her mount rarely made a sound unless some trouble