Less than impressed with Mor’zul Bloodbringer, Romagoth decided to travel to Winterspring in Kalimdor. It was here that he needed to obtain the special blood of the owlbeasts that were native to the area. Mor’zul had explained to Romagoth the entire process and materials needed in order to obtain his own Dreadsteed, and Romagoth had acquired some of these materials already in anticipation of this exact situation. However, the owlbeast blood was an added ingredient he had not been aware of, so off he went to Winterspring.

Winterspring was a large area in the very northern reaches of Kalimdor (or the Western Kingdom, as some locals referred to it). This was a snowy, cold, and harsh landscape not easily traversed in the best of times. Arriving in Everlook, by far the largest town in the area, Romagoth knew that these were most definitely NOT the best of times. He had never really had any problems with the goblins of the Steamwheedle Cartel, but he also didn’t trust them any further than he could throw them. He had an especially strong dislike for the goblins of Booty Bay in Stranglethorn Vale, with their smug attitude about everything and the absolute disregard for anyone not a goblin (although for some reason they seem to enjoy the company of trolls).

In any case, Romagoth wanted to make this trip short and sweet, so he immediately mounted up and rode out into the wilderness in search of owlbeast blood. He didn’t have to look for very long, and soon enough he had what he had come for. On his way back to Everlook, Romagoth was ambushed by a group of Furbolg’s but dispatched of them rather easily (they tend to run away during impending defeat). Riding on a gryphon towards Ratchet, where he would catch a boat to Booty Bay, he realized that he would probably return to this area in the near future on his trip to Dire Maul. “I really dislike this entire area,” he muttered to himself. “Damn goblins, and swamps everywhere you look.”

Upon receipt of the owlbeast blood, Mor’zul packaged it into a case of blood for Romagoth and directed him to give it to Gorzeeki Wildeyes, a smelly little goblin standing near Mor’zul. Mor’zul then directed Romagoth to obtain 2 Elixir’s of Shadow Power, 6 Large Brilliant Shards, 25 Dark Iron Ore, and 3 Black Dragonscales from the Dragonkin nearby. Romagoth had prepared ahead of time and thus had all of these materials at hand. Upon turning these in to Mor’zul and the Arcanite Bar required by the goblin Gorzeeki, Romagoth was now directed to do some more traveling.

“You will now need to meet with the demon lord Banehollow in Felwood,” said Mor’zul with some odd sort of satisfaction in his voice. “In order to do this, however, you must first be friendly with him, and the only way that will happen is with the use of our special Shadowy Potion, sold by Gorzeeki here.” he said, pointing to the goblin.

“How much is the potion going to cost me?” asked a wary Romagoth. “For you, my friend, a special deal. Only 250 gold for one potion, or 600 gold for two of them.” cackled the goblin, with much delight. Romagoth could see the greed oozing out of the annoying little goblin’s ears, and his rage grew into an uncontrollable urge to break the goblin in half. Suddenly, channeling immense amounts of shadowy energy at the goblin, Romagoth threw a shadow bolt at his feet, which started a fire near the alchemy equipment nearby. Screaming obscenities at Romagoth, the goblin grabbed water from a nearby table and threw it onto the fire, dousing the flames. Wheeling around at Romagoth with more obscenities, the goblin didn’t realize the true danger he was in until he felt the felguard’s hands around his throat, squeezing ever so tightly the life out of him. “…ack…grrrrp….argg…let….ack…go…of me.” Gorzeeki tried to say. Nodding his head towards Haatom, Romagoth said, “Let’s get something straight, you green little piece of wasted flesh. I intend upon getting this Dreadsteed for myself and doing it as cheap as possible. Now, you can either cooperate with me and live, or you can be the true little piece of goblin trash that we all know you are, and you can die. Right here. Right now. What will it be?” The goblin could hear the disgust in Romagoth’s voice, and he could also hear the truth in what was being said. Knowing this was no idol threat, Gorzeeki nodded and said, “Ok, ok…you win. I will give you the shadowy potion for a measly 6 gold for three of them.” Sighing heavily, he took the gold from Romagoth and handed him the potions. “Use these in the underground cavern to reach Lord Banehollow. It has a duration of thirty minutes, at which time you will be represented as your true self again.” Romagoth nodded, and without saying anything he mounted up and rode towards the flight path towards Stormwind, which would take him to the harbor and to Kalimdor again.

“That one is dangerous.” said Mor’zul, stepping out of the shadows and nodding towards the direction that Romagoth was headed. “You are lucky to be alive. If we are lucky, he will not realize the true nature of that potion and when he does, it will be too late for him to do anything about it."

“Where were you, you two bit magic-using wannabe? He could have killed me!!” screamed Gorzeeki. “I thought we had an agreement??”
“We do have an agreement you little troll, but I do not recall anywhere in that agreement stating I will die due to your stupidity.” remarked Mor’zul. “Next time you may not be so lucky. I suggest you control that greed of yours if you want to live to see our agreement come to fruition."
Not knowing how to respond to this, the goblin promptly sat down and pouted, wondering again how he became caught up in all of this.