Captain_Hook shambled through the forest looking for victims he could pick off through the trees. He had shifted away from his original hunting target, the Nerubian Weaver Sindicate, after the weaver had constantly backed away whenever he got within hooking range…Something was dodgy about him…Regardless, despite the slow start, Captain_Hook was very ready to start raking in the cash. Best of all he really wanted to say “Ahhh fresh meat!” for the first time. After making his way north for an hour he came across two heroes, Donexodus the Shadow Shaman, and Jollyjoker the lifestealer attacking a strong group of dragons together. The Butcher could not resist the idea of eliminating one of them in a quick hook dismember rot combo, but he couldn’t guarantee his escape…unless…
Captain_Hook rummaged around in his intestine pushing past the clarity vials. He gave a satisfied grunt confirmed by the presence of a blood soaked scroll of town portal. His mind made up, he began to move into the most favourable position for him. His targets were finishing off the last dragon, so a hook would need to be thrown soon. It should be easy anyway thought Captain_Hook and he yelled “COME HERE!” in his best impersonating voice snagging Donexodus’s tusk and dragging him towards the Butcher. Captain_Hook had been waiting for this moment and clearing his throat began to munch on DonExodus exclaiming a muffled “ah—frushmea!”. He willed himself to rot, literally melting the shadow shamans’ flesh. By the time JollyJoker had reached Captain_Hook, the Shadow Shaman had let out a wail that appealed to the Butchers sadistic side and lay on the ground, dead before he could even react.
Jollyjoker was furious at having lost such a potentially good ally. He raced towards the now half dead Butcher and starting furiously attacking him in a frenzied rage. Captain_Hook started to shuffle away like a giant gelatinous blob of gelatinoids. There would be no escape. Or would there? JollyJoker let out a ghoulish howl of frustration as magic symbols appeared around Captain_Hook and he teleported away.
A few days later JollyJoker came across Captain_Hook drinking ale in the scourge tavern. Besides the Venomancer playing cards with the Faceless Void in the corner (And the Venomancer was winning by the looks of the large piles of coins on his side), there was no one else.
“So I bet you think you were smart back there eh?” The Lifestealer Scowled.
The Butcher just stared blankly at JollyJoker...JollyJoker longed to lunge onto that throat, hidden by rolls of fat, and to feast on the sweet rotting juices that exuded out of the Butcher. Such an amount of food would keep him sated…Forever.
“You can’t attack me here, you’ll be struck down, so buzz off little ghoul!” Captain_Hook laughed. The Lifestealer gazed with vehemence at Captain_Hook, making a vow that the fat laughing abomination would hit the ground dead.
“Mark my words Captain_Hook, you aren’t going to win next time, and you aren’t going to be able to run away so easily either.”
The Butcher just laughed, So JollyJoker left the tavern, passing a weary looking Zulu.
“Pssst! Naix! Come here!” Said a deep voice
His eyes aglow in the dim light Naix turned to face the sound, and looked up at the Doombringer, Firehawk. “It’s JollyJoker, not Naix…” the Lifestealer hissed. “Nevermind that.” The Doombringer grinned. “I have a proposal for bringing down that tub of lard, and you are going to help me achieve it.”
“You overheard me prescio-?” Said Jollyjoker, quickly stifling his last word, a bad habit that had just seem to come on for no reason.
“Yes, yes I did. And I am here to propose a new alliance…An alliance that will succeed in destroying a common enemy. We will get this…Captain_Hook when he is most unaware, at exactly the right time, and there will be nothing he will be able to do about it.”
And so an alliance was made between JollyJoker and Firehawk, ones motives clear, the others more borderline.