Stolen Rage Cage - Chapter 1: The Journey Begins

Welcome to the first chapter of "The Mystery of the Stolen Rage Cage"! The story have been written, but it is up to you to decide what path it will take. This first chapter is a little longer than the others, but fear not, it should be worth the time.

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Chapter 1: The Journey Begins

“Almost…done. Got it! Let’s get out of here!”
“Hey, not so loud short-stuff, you’ll wake him up.”
“Sorry, sorry, I was excited.”
“Enough, you two. Help me out and grab a corner.”

Three shadowy figures had worked diligently throughout the night to uproot their prize. Once they had it they took off, charging as quietly as they could through the forest, away from the unsuspecting home of the owner of their stolen loot. As they marched further the trees finally broke to an open field. They walked casually to the center with their large prize, and apparently reaching their goal all three dug into their pockets. The leader and the short one each pulled out a round device with a bright blue light flashing rapidly in the center. The other, sporting a widow’s peak, looked at the other two in dismay.

“Um, guys. I think I lost my blue blinking thing.”
“What! How the hell did you do that? It’s kind of important you know!” The leader proclaimed.
“Jeez, don’t get your panties in a knot, I’ll just hold on to one of you guys, that should work right?” retorted the balding man.
The short one was quick to respond. “Not really, that would work for just us three but not this thing as well.” He patted their prize. “Plus doing that will probably fry the units. They aren’t meant to handle more than one person each, plus we needed all three to transport this thing too!”
The leader had an idea. “Then we give them power ourselves, well the two of us can, Mr. Loose Pockets here can watch. He has no powers anyway.”
The short one still looked distraught. “That’ll work, but the units will still fry. Do you have any idea how hard it was to get these things? They’re expensive as hell if you can even get your hands on one, let alone three!”
Apparently ignoring his associate’s concerns, the balding one piped in cheerfully. “Well, then everything is peachy, we can still do this.”
The short one sighed with defeat. “Fine.” Looking as the leader he said. “Ready?”

The two, with the balding one watching nearby, filled with power. The leader glowed a bright yellow while the short one flashed with a violent purple. Their power grew with intensity and with a synchronized push it was forced upon the two remaining devices. They reacted and with a woosh a hole is space tore open right where they stood.

“Grab on to me.” The short one said, looking at the balding one. He did, and grimaced.
“Wow, you smell nice. What fragrance is that, Château de Death?”
“Very clever. Shut up.”
And suddenly they were gone, loot and all.

The morning sun broke through the trees, the light shining through a window upon the peaceful face of Qanre. Well, as peaceful as a fully armored Tauren warrior can look while sleeping anyway. Slowly he awoke, a little cranky, but eager to start another exciting day of being himself. He looked out the window as he stretched to observe his domain when a sudden realization overtook him. It was gone! He grabbed his cell and scrolled through his contacts looking for someone to call for help. He went down his list, calling one by one but few picked up, and those that did were of no help. Sighing, he called his last resort. He didn’t want to do this but the situation was desperate, this was truly the absolute last choice he had. There was no one else to call. Seriously.

After a little static, his last resort picked up. “Hey dude, what’s up?”
Qanre still got shivers every time he heard her talk. A guy’s voice coming out that cute little Blood Elf was just wrong. “UH, HEY KUD.” Qanre speaks in all caps, even when he isn’t typing. That’s just how he is.
“Something wrong, your voice is shaking.”
“SOMEONE STOLE IT. IT’S GONE!”
“Okay, slow down. What did they steal?”
“THEY STOLE…THE RAGE CAGE!”
“What?”
“THE RAGE CAGE! IT’S GONE NOW!”
“What, you mean that’s an actual thing? I just thought it was a figure of speech.”
“NO, OF COURSE IT’S REAL YOU DUMBASS. I NEED YOUR HELP TO GET IT BACK.”
“Why should I help you? You just called me a dumbass. You hurt my feelings.” Kudatia laughed. Qanre could tell he was enjoying this.
“STOP LAUGHING YOU IDIOT AND HELP ME.”
“Sorry dude, I gotta go, call me back later if you feel like being just a little nicer. I’m a sensitive individual after all and *sniff* I feel hurt. Anyway, talk to you later.” Kudatia hung up.

‘DAMN PALADIN.’ Qanre thinks in all caps as well. He headed out to investigate the area; maybe he could find a clue? And he found one easily. It was round and blinking slowly with a blue light. It seemed to be almost compass like, actually very compass like. It had an arrow and everything, always pointing in the same direction. ‘I GUESS I’LL FOLLOW IT, WHAT DO I HAVE TO LOSE’ Qanre thought. After a little walk through the woods he came upon a field. As he approached the blue light blinked faster and faster until finally it reached a seizure inducing level of blinking. It was giving him a headache so he smashed it. Suddenly a portal opened before him and he was sucked in…

When he came through he was in a strange land, one of…actually it just looked like California but when you see trees this big California isn’t the first thing you usually think of. Typically LA. Plus this wasn’t California anyway, this wasn’t even Earth, Azeroth, or wherever you want. It wasn’t there, whatever is in your head, stop thinking of places! That’s not where he went!

Anyway, as he surveyed the area he noticed a rather large building. He knocked on the door and to his surprise it was answered immediately. Upon viewing his greeter Qanre pulled back in disgust.

“Hi, we were expecting you.” The deep voice said.
“UH, HI. WOW…A FEMALE ORC. UM, IS THAT YOUR NORMAL VOICE IS THIS JUST ANOTHER GUY PLAYING A FEMALE CHARACTER AGAIN?”
“What the hell do you mean? I’m insulted!”
“SORRY, MAM, UH…*COUGH* YOU LOOK VERY PRETTY TODAY.”
“Why thank you young man…haha. I was just fuckin’ with you. I’m Razorique, I’m the sort of guide for this story thing, at least for now. I kind of got stuck participating despite the fact I oversee your story, what are you gonna do. When the man says you need to help you can’t exactly say no. Anyway, when the guys were stealing you Rage Cage and one lost their transporter it was kinda expected you would find your way here, so everyone prepared for your arrival. You will face a series of challenges. Please stick to the rules and everything will be fine. Now, rule number one…”
“I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS.”
“I’m sorry but I have to, or else they’ll kill me. Just because I write the stories doesn’t mean I’m particularly immune to pain. Quite the opposite. However I am good with a bow, and I have a whole little army of pets I collect. Once I’m done with these rules I can stick along with you and help you out. I’m a hunter so the extra firepower may be nice. God knows you’re gonna need it. So, starting off again, rule number one…”

Qanre noticed a door behind Razorique. He assumed he would have to go though there once this Orc shut up. What should Qanre do?