Vilmah
09-17-2006, 09:53 AM
She didn't like what Vilmah asked her to do.
Khiskiva was a rather underseasoned Shaman. It had only been a few months ago that she ran away from her home in Tanaris, where the Sandfury now thought of her as an enemy. An exile of that wonderous sand pit, she wandered aimlessly through the Horde's territory, hopeful that nobody would recognize her lineage and think her an enemy. She was pleased so see that many other trolls had her trademark firey red hair, so after a while, she forgot all about it.
However, last night's going's on were far more stressful than her familial worries.
"I need you to search the afterlife for someone, and bring him back," said Vilmah, whom Khiskiva knew to be the Warboss of Sanctuary.
Sanctuary's peaceful innitiative had kept Khiskiva from joining their ranks, but she knew and respected Vilmah for the favors she'd done for her in the past. "Who dat?"
"His name is.." Vilmah sighed, it looked almost painful to say the name."...Zusteakai."
Khiskiva had heard of him, and none of the things she'd heard were good. "Why ya wanna bring 'em back? Lottsa people say good riddance ta dat mon!"
"It's a little complicated," Vilmah said through grit teeth. This was obviously harder for her than she was letting on. "The truth is, Khiskiva, that it's my fault he's dead. Nojinbu saught to punish him for his crimes with a fair duel, but an execution is by no means an honorable death. So please, would you bring him back?"
Khiskiva sighed. She and Vilmah stood outside of Orgrimmar, and she saw that on Edmund's back were two bodies; a troll, and a wolf. "...an' da dog?"
"Him too, if you could," Vilmah said, looking at Lore. "Nojinbu got a bit... overzealous."
The shaman nodded, and made her way to the two bodies. They'd been dead for an entire night, so their souls would be hard to recapture, roaming as they were, but she closed her eyes, and looked.
As she opened her eyes, she found a wonderful place. Golden halls lit by torches, and white walls built from stone. It seemed like some elven paradise, but Khiskiva's spirit only sneered. "Tacky," she said. She continued to wander, until finally, she saw him. He was standing next to several elven women, trying his best to get their attention. They tried to ignore his advances, but still he tried.
Khiskiva grabbed Zusteakai by an arm and pulled. "Come on, ya comin' back wit' me..."
He tried to object, but Khiskiva's hold on the mortal world was strong. She tugged hard, and he returned with her. Even Lore managed to bite hard on to Zusteakai's spiritual leg, and dragged himself home allong with the two. By the time they reached the mortal world, Zusteakai was alive with his pet. He and Lore shook out kinks in their bodies, and looked at Khiskiva as if to sa thanks.
She held up a hand. "Doncha be tankin' me, mon. Dis be Vilmah's idea. I'da let ya rot, fo' da tings dat be said about ya. Now ah'm gonna get meself sometin' ta drink... dat be some weird stuff ah just saw..."
And with that, Khiskiva walked into Ogrimmar. She was hoping there was something strong to drink, somewhere within it's walls.
Vilmah watched from a distance. She looked both relieved nd annoyed at the same time.
Khiskiva was a rather underseasoned Shaman. It had only been a few months ago that she ran away from her home in Tanaris, where the Sandfury now thought of her as an enemy. An exile of that wonderous sand pit, she wandered aimlessly through the Horde's territory, hopeful that nobody would recognize her lineage and think her an enemy. She was pleased so see that many other trolls had her trademark firey red hair, so after a while, she forgot all about it.
However, last night's going's on were far more stressful than her familial worries.
"I need you to search the afterlife for someone, and bring him back," said Vilmah, whom Khiskiva knew to be the Warboss of Sanctuary.
Sanctuary's peaceful innitiative had kept Khiskiva from joining their ranks, but she knew and respected Vilmah for the favors she'd done for her in the past. "Who dat?"
"His name is.." Vilmah sighed, it looked almost painful to say the name."...Zusteakai."
Khiskiva had heard of him, and none of the things she'd heard were good. "Why ya wanna bring 'em back? Lottsa people say good riddance ta dat mon!"
"It's a little complicated," Vilmah said through grit teeth. This was obviously harder for her than she was letting on. "The truth is, Khiskiva, that it's my fault he's dead. Nojinbu saught to punish him for his crimes with a fair duel, but an execution is by no means an honorable death. So please, would you bring him back?"
Khiskiva sighed. She and Vilmah stood outside of Orgrimmar, and she saw that on Edmund's back were two bodies; a troll, and a wolf. "...an' da dog?"
"Him too, if you could," Vilmah said, looking at Lore. "Nojinbu got a bit... overzealous."
The shaman nodded, and made her way to the two bodies. They'd been dead for an entire night, so their souls would be hard to recapture, roaming as they were, but she closed her eyes, and looked.
As she opened her eyes, she found a wonderful place. Golden halls lit by torches, and white walls built from stone. It seemed like some elven paradise, but Khiskiva's spirit only sneered. "Tacky," she said. She continued to wander, until finally, she saw him. He was standing next to several elven women, trying his best to get their attention. They tried to ignore his advances, but still he tried.
Khiskiva grabbed Zusteakai by an arm and pulled. "Come on, ya comin' back wit' me..."
He tried to object, but Khiskiva's hold on the mortal world was strong. She tugged hard, and he returned with her. Even Lore managed to bite hard on to Zusteakai's spiritual leg, and dragged himself home allong with the two. By the time they reached the mortal world, Zusteakai was alive with his pet. He and Lore shook out kinks in their bodies, and looked at Khiskiva as if to sa thanks.
She held up a hand. "Doncha be tankin' me, mon. Dis be Vilmah's idea. I'da let ya rot, fo' da tings dat be said about ya. Now ah'm gonna get meself sometin' ta drink... dat be some weird stuff ah just saw..."
And with that, Khiskiva walked into Ogrimmar. She was hoping there was something strong to drink, somewhere within it's walls.
Vilmah watched from a distance. She looked both relieved nd annoyed at the same time.