Codename - The First Victim - Cairienn

This...was going to be...awesome!

There was no other way to describe it, he thought.  None.  Pure, total and wonderfully awesome!  Not since he'd turned Rykan's fur a bright pink for three days had an idea, a plan, struck him so perfectly.

Step one, determine the victims current residence.  Check.  Said victim usually resided in Silvermoon.  Ok, easy enough to get in and out when you have sneaky stealth abilities!

Step two, purchase the materials needed to complete the plan.  Check.  One order of industrial strength, Goblin designed smelly stuff coming up.

"Do not come anywhere near me with that Trisstan!" a voice growled from his doorway.

He looked up and grinned slowly at his older brother.  "No worries there big guy, this isn't for you...this time!"

Rykan rolled his blue eyes and shook his head.  Piedra, the Shale Spider that was his ever present companion, twittered loudly in warning.

He chuckled and spoke to the pair.  "What?  Don't you trust me brother?"

Rykan snorted, Piedra twittered.  "No, no I do not," he answered honestly.

He put a hand to his forehead dramatically, sighing with great offense.  "Oh Spirits Forefend!  When have I ever wronged thee?" he wailed piteously.

Rykan crossed his arms, staring him down.

"Ok fine, there was that one time I turned your fur pink, and the other time I turned it green, and then again when I turned it a sun-burnt orange."  He really was trying not to laugh, but the memory of poor Rykan's face flaming almost as red as his newly colored fur was too much and he broke down.

Rykan took a step into the room, fist raised and ready.

He put his hands up defensively.  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said quickly.  "Really, I am."

His older sibling stepped back and adopted a leisurely pose again, arms crossed, cigar hanging from his lips.  He nodded toward the bucket on the floor.  "So, what is it this time?  And if you're going to dye me again, make it something I can live with would you?"

He sat up, relaxing now that he wasn't going to get punched and began stirring the gooey, and rather foul-smelling contents.  "As I said, this is not for you brother dear.  I...have found a new victim."

"Well, thank the Earth Mother!  Maybe I can finally stop sleeping with one eye open when you're around."

He laughed and shook his head.  "Oh, I wouldn't go that far...not yet anyway, but you're safe, for tonight."

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Later...somewhere in Silvermoon City.

It's easy enough to sneak around as Druid, even easier when it's the wee hours of the morning and no one is around anyway.  He could have just as easily walked right in, but it was more fun to creep through the shadows of the night to his latest victim's residence.

The plan was simple, too simple really...but it was perfect.  This particular victim was known for her stern, unflappable self and the thought of seeing her followed about for the next couple of days with a herd of small animals trailing her was just to priceless an opportunity to pass up!

He moved slowly through the streets and up the stairs to her quarters above the Murder Row Inn.  A quick pick of the lock on her door and he was in.  Carefully laying the tube of critter juice he'd brought along on the floor, he shifted back to his normal form and set to work...

She wasn't in, most likely out on some mission for the Reavers, but the stuff, the critter juice he'd commissioned would last a good while.  When she returned and put on the first piece of casual clothing, her body heat would activate the scent.  And until it wore off a few days later, she would be trailed by a small contingent of critters, from squirrel to rabbit, rat to cockroach, every one of them would think she was the next best thing to sliced honey bread!

He almost let loose with an evil cackle, but managed to check himself in time.  No use giving himself away...yet.  Soon though, soon all the Reavers would learn to beware!  Lord Talmai had already learned that lesson, though he'd have to be careful and not give himself away too quickly.  After all, giving the Green Ops a run for their money trying to find the person responsible for gluing all of the Syndicate Leaders shoes to the floor was going to be fun in and of itself.

For now though, he'd have to be satisfied with keeping that particular secret to himself...and watching Cairienn attempting to escape her new found friends!

Bio - Trisstan Silvermane

Name: Trisstan Silvermane
Race: Tauren
Height: 8' 0"
Weight: 775 lbs
Hair: Black and Silver
Eyes: Blue

Current Residence: Unknown
Current Occupation: Owner/CEO - Silvermane Security

Unlike Rykan, Trisstan is not your normal Tauren.  He is and has always been a prankster.  From his first shapeshift to today, he's loved to make others laugh.  More often than not, you can find the Druid plotting his next great adventure...which usually ends with Rykan or the youngest of the Trio, Rahma with "egg" on their faces.  His pranks are mostly harmless and usually fun but he can be serious when it's needed to get a job done.

 Trisstan uses his humor to cover his real feelings and while his older brother Rykan turned dark and ugly after the decimation of their entire family, he turned his eye to finding new victims for his witty ways.  He's found several and has set his sights higher than ever before, including the use of some Goblin inspired, industrial strength sticky stuff and shoes!

Bio - Rykan Silvermane

Name:  Rykan Silvermane
Race: Tauren
Height: 8' 2"
Weight: 650 lbs
Hair: Black and Silver
Eyes:  Blue

Current residence:  Unknown
Current Occupation: Owner/CFO - Silvermane Security

Like most Taurens, Rykan was born on the plains of Mulgore.  His tribe was nomadic by nature and Rykan quickly learned of his affinity for animals. From his first toddling steps, they came to him, protecting him, sometimes giving their very lives to ensure his safety.  He respected this and it became apparent to all that knew him he could, on some level, actually communicate with the beasts.

As a child, he and his brothers wandered the plains with the Silvermane Clan until it was time for each of them to make their own way in the world.  Leaving home was not easy for Rykan and he always found himself returning whenever he could.  The day Deathwing rose from the Depths, was also the day the Silvermane Brothers lost everything they'd known.  Like most, after the Sundering, he returned home once more, only to find his Clan all but wiped from the face of Azeroth.  All that remained of their winter camp was a few burned out tents and a kodo.  The rest had been destroyed or scavenged by looters.  Reverently he buried the Elders of his Clan, including his own mother and two younger siblings before setting out, never to look back again.

Trisstan, sensing his older sibling needed a new purpose, approached him with the idea to form a new Clan, just the three of them.  Feeling more a mercenary than ever before, he agreed and now hires himself out to the highest bidder...whether it's to break a few knuckles and kneecaps, or to defend the Horde in general for the greater good, he doesn't really care...All the good he'd known is gone, so what does it really matter?

The Brothers

Rykan Silvermane - Chief Financial Officer

As the oldest of the trio, you would think Rykan would take the reigns of the company, but when his younger brother, Trisstan came up with the crazy idea to put their skills to better use than merely galvanting the world, he knew leadership was not for him.  Instead, Rykan maintains the books, accounting for every copper, silver or gold spent.  He is happy with the arrangement and allows Trisstan to call the shots.

Trisstan Silvermane - Chief Executive Officer

Trisstan is the second born of the family and also the practical joker of the trio.  Sadly it's usually his older brother, Rykan who ends up being the brunt of his pranks, but lately he's found a new victim, Talmai Boldrunner, Lord Blackstone, Leader of the Mistreaver Syndicate.  Still, Trisstan can be serious when on the job and is known for his ability to get things done.

Rahma Silvermane - Chief Operating Officer

As the youngest, Rahma is torn between who's footsteps he really wishes to follow in.  He adores both his older brothers but often finds himself in the middle of their arguments.  As the COO of the trio, it's his job to ensure the equipment is always ready, the contracts are signed and the job is completed to the clients satisfaction.