November Poll #2

"And you're sure he's takin' da bait, mon?"

Garrosh's mouth split into a grimacing smile. "See for yourself. Like a mongrel chasing after a bone."

He held up the scrying crystal to project its vision to the assembled men--his most trusted warriors and generals. There, the Gilnean king, Genn Greymane was revealed. Still as fit and hale as he'd ever been, Genn had long contended a strong "pack leader" should fight on the front lines alongside his troops. But now he was shown to be alone, separated from his army, and had even foolishly tripped one of the wards around the Azshara wilderness to reveal his location deep in Horde territory. He crept stealthily ahead, past trees and roots, his sword and flint-lock pistol at the ready for danger, but still... 

Easy pickings, for any who dared to claim him.

"All it took was the planting of a single rumor," Garrosh said smugly, lips curling around his tusks. "That Sylvanas Windrunner was conducting secret rituals in this place. And now look at him, how he hungers still for vengeance after all this time! And he does not involve any of his precious Alliance forces in his personal quest." He spat. "His emotions have left him exposed. Weak."

There was a notable undercurrent of murmers at that. Among the men, the hulking tauren leader Baine Bloodhoof could be seen clenching a fist.

"But now that he be exposed, mon..." the troll shadow hunter Vol'jin said, getting a crafty look in his eye. "What are we goin' t' do about it?"

"I am glad you ask." Garrosh spread his tattoo'd, burly arms wide. "I propose a Contest of Skill! We will each enter a different part of the Azsharan wilderness, and we will compete to see who will be first to hunt Greymane down and--subdue him. Capturing and ransoming their fierce king will be a humiliating blow for the Alliance, as well as a boost to our own force's morale, to see one of our staunchest foes stripped and on his knees before us."

"And... what boon does the winner of this hunt receive?" Baine queried.

Garrosh gave an ugly sneering smile. "Naturally, the first to catch him... will be the first given the task of breaking him." The other generals and leaders all slowly smirked at that, knowing exactly what the warchief meant. More than a few took a second look at the scrying globe, licking their lips at the powerful worgen leader and imagining him bound in thick chains, snarling under a Horde bukkake.

The warchief raised his mighty axe, Gorehowl. "FOR THE HORDE!!"

"FOR THE HORDE!!!" The answering clamor was practically deafening. Only one man was silent. That was the half-ogre Rexxar, famed as the greatest hunter in Azeroth. And the only reason he was silent, was because he was already on his way out the door.

"Let the hunt begin..." he murmurred.

Who will be first to catch Greymane?

Will it be...

Garrosh, warchief of the horde and domineering bully?

Vol'jin, troll shadow hunter and master of stealth and voodoo?

Baine, honorable tauren chieftain who longs only for peace?

Rexxar, hulking beastmaster, and most skilled hunter in the land?

Or will Genn get the drop on his pursuers, and it won't be his butt which gets claimed at all...?