Zulizashazua
08-01-2006, 06:29 AM
"I thank ya, Ogouran, ya've done us a great deal o' help ta'day, yo' efforts won't go unnoticed, mon."
Zuli nodded as he knelt before Vol'jin. He hadn't really been paying attention to what the elder troll had been saying. His knee had been aching alot recently, after a Helboar charged it. He observed Thrall's Chamber; it had changed a bit since he last visited. Some orcs he didn't notice were conversing with a Blood Elf to the left of Thrall's throne, keeping their voices low. A few copses littered the floor; the Alliance must have tried to assassinate Thrall recently.
"What be troublin' ya, Ogouran?" Zuli looked up and noticed Vol'jin was gazing at him, almost dumbfounded.
"It's a spot complicated, sah'." Zuli looked at his feet, trying not to meet Vol'jin's gaze. He couldn't tell the old troll he was thinking about his family, he didn't want to seem weak in front of Thrall or Nazgrel, and especially not Vol'jin.
"It's ya family 'dats botherin' ya, ain't it, boyo?"
Zuli wasn't all that shocked that Vol'jin could read his thoughts. After all, he was the most powerful troll he'd ever known, except Leyujin Zeygosa, whom he idolized.
"Aye, 'tis, sah, ya see -- Vol'jin interrupted "Please, jus' call me Vol'jin, no need ta refer ta me as an elder. We jus' speakin' brother ta brother now, ya?"
"Er, aiight 'den, sa--Vol'jin, ra'der. Well, it's jus' 'dat Ahve been thinkin' bout 'dem alot lately. After seein' dead orcs wit' 'deir child da other day, ah been thinkin' of it."
"Oi, no need ta be embarassed. I t'ink I know what old Vol'jin kin do fo' ya! Hold here fo' a second, Ogouran." Vol'jin strode over to Thrall. After quickly kneeling and saluting, he held a small conversation with the Warchief. Zuli saw Thrall nod, then Vol'jin salute and return.
"Thrall and I 'ave both agreed on som'tin; ya have some time off, we won't be askin' none of ya, an nei'der will anyone in 'da Horde."
"But ah wanna stay an' do stuff, ah kin hack it, Vol'jin!" Zuli protested, but Vol'jin would have none of it.
"Take 'dis sapta. Take 'dis note ta da wyvern traina' on da Skytower. When ya arrive at'cha destination, 'chuu use 'dis sapta."
Vol'jin handed Zuli a small grimy bottle and a letter with Thrall's seal keeping it shut. Zuli was about to object, but Vol'jin began to softly speak.
"What'cha see can't hurt'cha, but me n' Thrall think it be best dat'cha see what'cha see."
Minutes later, Zuli found himself at the Skytower in Orgrimmar. He hadn't really been paying attention while he was making his way there, he had been thinkin about recent events; the orc family, the discussion with Vol'jin, the dreams.
He gave the note to the wind rider master. A look of concern spread across his face.
"Hm, I don't know why the Warchief would send you there, Ogouran... well, the Warchief's will be done, I suppose... three silver."
Zuli payed the fair and mounted the Wyvern the rider master had called over. He watched as the rider master whispered into the Wyverns' ear. Straight away the beast took to flight, seeming to know exactly where it was bound.
Zuli was confused. Why had they told him not to continue serving the Horde for a while? Where was he going? What would he see? How could the wind rider master do that??
All of a sudden he felt his eyelids become heavy; he needed sleep. He made sure his gear was all latched on, then folded his cloak up like a pillow and strapped it onto the Wyvern saddle. He was asleep before his head hit the makeshift pillow.
He awoke on a beach, face up. It was late night, he must have been asleep for a long time. The wyvern he had been riding was long gone. He got up and looked around, confused. He was on a small island, surrounded by water, not too far off the shore. There was a jungle on the opposite beach, the trees rustling with life.
He wandered around the island; there wasn't much to see except for burnt out ruins of a town, troll by the looks of it. A few trees that unlike the ones on the opposite beach were still and dead. He saw what seemed to be a campfire in the middle section of the island, and huts that seemed to once be homes on the southern side.
A lumber mill was located on the western side of the beach, with a great hall on the eastern side. Northways, there was sparcely any huts, but a small stable of sorts, and beyond that, many dead trees and stumps.
"What 'da... dis is crazy, ol' Vol'jin sent me to da wrong place by da looks o' things." He was peeved at the fact he wasn't where he was obviously supposed to be.
If only ma and pa were still alive,he thought.Then I wouldn't be without true family, living on Kel'jin island, feeding the raptors in the stable, collecting lumber for the furnace and builders, journeying in the forest...
He almost fainted when it hit him. He wasn't in the wrong place! he was on Kel'jin island, his previous home! He instantly got to his feet at ran to the biggest hut ruin; his old home.
Tears brimmed on his eyelids when he saw his previous possessions, his dagger, burnt pieces of child size clothing.
He sat in the sand, holding the comical carving of a human smelling an orc with a look of disgust on his face. It had always made him laugh when he was a child, but now it was making him teary. His mother, Ji'arta, had told him "You'll always be a troll, Zuli. You'll always be a Kel'jin, and Ogouran, and we will always be here for you."
Where are ya know, mu'mma?
Cold steel pressed against the back of his neck, the tip of a blade digging into his skin.
"Do not move, troll. You come with us now or I will stick you where you stand" Said a cold voice behind him. It sounded familiar.
He tensed, ready to leap up and fight his enemy.
(( I'll need one human female, and any others willing to join her group to join in this part. Thanks! :D ))[/i]
Zuli nodded as he knelt before Vol'jin. He hadn't really been paying attention to what the elder troll had been saying. His knee had been aching alot recently, after a Helboar charged it. He observed Thrall's Chamber; it had changed a bit since he last visited. Some orcs he didn't notice were conversing with a Blood Elf to the left of Thrall's throne, keeping their voices low. A few copses littered the floor; the Alliance must have tried to assassinate Thrall recently.
"What be troublin' ya, Ogouran?" Zuli looked up and noticed Vol'jin was gazing at him, almost dumbfounded.
"It's a spot complicated, sah'." Zuli looked at his feet, trying not to meet Vol'jin's gaze. He couldn't tell the old troll he was thinking about his family, he didn't want to seem weak in front of Thrall or Nazgrel, and especially not Vol'jin.
"It's ya family 'dats botherin' ya, ain't it, boyo?"
Zuli wasn't all that shocked that Vol'jin could read his thoughts. After all, he was the most powerful troll he'd ever known, except Leyujin Zeygosa, whom he idolized.
"Aye, 'tis, sah, ya see -- Vol'jin interrupted "Please, jus' call me Vol'jin, no need ta refer ta me as an elder. We jus' speakin' brother ta brother now, ya?"
"Er, aiight 'den, sa--Vol'jin, ra'der. Well, it's jus' 'dat Ahve been thinkin' bout 'dem alot lately. After seein' dead orcs wit' 'deir child da other day, ah been thinkin' of it."
"Oi, no need ta be embarassed. I t'ink I know what old Vol'jin kin do fo' ya! Hold here fo' a second, Ogouran." Vol'jin strode over to Thrall. After quickly kneeling and saluting, he held a small conversation with the Warchief. Zuli saw Thrall nod, then Vol'jin salute and return.
"Thrall and I 'ave both agreed on som'tin; ya have some time off, we won't be askin' none of ya, an nei'der will anyone in 'da Horde."
"But ah wanna stay an' do stuff, ah kin hack it, Vol'jin!" Zuli protested, but Vol'jin would have none of it.
"Take 'dis sapta. Take 'dis note ta da wyvern traina' on da Skytower. When ya arrive at'cha destination, 'chuu use 'dis sapta."
Vol'jin handed Zuli a small grimy bottle and a letter with Thrall's seal keeping it shut. Zuli was about to object, but Vol'jin began to softly speak.
"What'cha see can't hurt'cha, but me n' Thrall think it be best dat'cha see what'cha see."
Minutes later, Zuli found himself at the Skytower in Orgrimmar. He hadn't really been paying attention while he was making his way there, he had been thinkin about recent events; the orc family, the discussion with Vol'jin, the dreams.
He gave the note to the wind rider master. A look of concern spread across his face.
"Hm, I don't know why the Warchief would send you there, Ogouran... well, the Warchief's will be done, I suppose... three silver."
Zuli payed the fair and mounted the Wyvern the rider master had called over. He watched as the rider master whispered into the Wyverns' ear. Straight away the beast took to flight, seeming to know exactly where it was bound.
Zuli was confused. Why had they told him not to continue serving the Horde for a while? Where was he going? What would he see? How could the wind rider master do that??
All of a sudden he felt his eyelids become heavy; he needed sleep. He made sure his gear was all latched on, then folded his cloak up like a pillow and strapped it onto the Wyvern saddle. He was asleep before his head hit the makeshift pillow.
He awoke on a beach, face up. It was late night, he must have been asleep for a long time. The wyvern he had been riding was long gone. He got up and looked around, confused. He was on a small island, surrounded by water, not too far off the shore. There was a jungle on the opposite beach, the trees rustling with life.
He wandered around the island; there wasn't much to see except for burnt out ruins of a town, troll by the looks of it. A few trees that unlike the ones on the opposite beach were still and dead. He saw what seemed to be a campfire in the middle section of the island, and huts that seemed to once be homes on the southern side.
A lumber mill was located on the western side of the beach, with a great hall on the eastern side. Northways, there was sparcely any huts, but a small stable of sorts, and beyond that, many dead trees and stumps.
"What 'da... dis is crazy, ol' Vol'jin sent me to da wrong place by da looks o' things." He was peeved at the fact he wasn't where he was obviously supposed to be.
If only ma and pa were still alive,he thought.Then I wouldn't be without true family, living on Kel'jin island, feeding the raptors in the stable, collecting lumber for the furnace and builders, journeying in the forest...
He almost fainted when it hit him. He wasn't in the wrong place! he was on Kel'jin island, his previous home! He instantly got to his feet at ran to the biggest hut ruin; his old home.
Tears brimmed on his eyelids when he saw his previous possessions, his dagger, burnt pieces of child size clothing.
He sat in the sand, holding the comical carving of a human smelling an orc with a look of disgust on his face. It had always made him laugh when he was a child, but now it was making him teary. His mother, Ji'arta, had told him "You'll always be a troll, Zuli. You'll always be a Kel'jin, and Ogouran, and we will always be here for you."
Where are ya know, mu'mma?
Cold steel pressed against the back of his neck, the tip of a blade digging into his skin.
"Do not move, troll. You come with us now or I will stick you where you stand" Said a cold voice behind him. It sounded familiar.
He tensed, ready to leap up and fight his enemy.
(( I'll need one human female, and any others willing to join her group to join in this part. Thanks! :D ))[/i]