Ninorra
08-17-2007, 08:53 AM
The warlock trainer gave Ninorra a sadistic smile. His huge tusks and thick jaw added to the expression, almost making her recoil with disgust.
"..and what else?" The orc asked, arms folded accross his chest.
Ninorra's eyes darted about as she searched for an answer. "Well.. I suppose I could draw power from my minions.. but I do that so often that it doesn't seem like much of a step towards where I need to go."
"It seems as if you need some inspiration, elf," the trainer said with a shrug. "You don't seem very motivated.."
"Oh no!" Ninorra corrected him, waving her hands. "No no, I am quite motivated! There is much I'd like to accomplish with my newfound power. Much that I seek to protect."
The orc's eyebrow rose. "Such as?"
"My people have sunk from where they once were.." She explained, clasping her hands together. "So disorganized and distracted by their own houses and wishes to rise in power, they ignore the fact that we are still short in numbers. We have joined the Horde out of neccesity, but I should like to think that we should be here of our own free will. Certainly, the Horde has been far more loyal to us than the humans ever were.."
There was a pause as the orc smiled again. Ninorra continued.
"..traterous barberous bunch, they are.. those humans.. they attack without the bat of an eye. I can't even walk in a neutral zone without one of them striking me upon the head to disorient me, as if it were some sort of game. They are a disgusting swarming mass of uncouth creatures that should be slaughtered like lambs. Just thinking about it.."
Ninorra tentitively put a hand on her abdomen. The orc noticed her movements and smirked. "Is there something else you seek to protect?"
"Of course," she admitted quickly. "My child. One of the reasons I must grow in power, in order to ensure that he or she will be well protected."
"There is so much anger and frustration within a woman who carries a baby. So much emotion that can be fed into one's power," the orc explained. "Surely you understand that you can channel this to the source? That your pregnancy might aid you in strengthening you."
The younger warlock looked curiously at him. "..I don't understand what it is that you're telling me to do."
He chuckled. "Draw from your resources."
"Won't that weaken him??" Ninorra asked increadilously, her eyebrows knit together.
"I suppose that all depends on how strong he is," the trainer answered with a shrug. "..and how much you think that power is worth. Consider that, if he can't handle this sort of power drain so early, what good will he be?"
Ninorra took a step back. "I will not endanger my own child with ritualistic nonsense."
"Suit yourself," the orc huffed. "Just remember that you are not some mage. You are not some shaman. You do not draw your power from the elements, or from study. You draw your power from blood, and sacrifice. You are a warlock, and despite the pretty nature that you elves seem to place on everything, you will never change from what you are."
The elf had nothing to retort with.
"Now.. go and study on felhounds. You will be capturing one soon enough."
Ninorra gave a short bow, and excused herself. Walking through Orgrimmar, she considered his argument.
"..and what else?" The orc asked, arms folded accross his chest.
Ninorra's eyes darted about as she searched for an answer. "Well.. I suppose I could draw power from my minions.. but I do that so often that it doesn't seem like much of a step towards where I need to go."
"It seems as if you need some inspiration, elf," the trainer said with a shrug. "You don't seem very motivated.."
"Oh no!" Ninorra corrected him, waving her hands. "No no, I am quite motivated! There is much I'd like to accomplish with my newfound power. Much that I seek to protect."
The orc's eyebrow rose. "Such as?"
"My people have sunk from where they once were.." She explained, clasping her hands together. "So disorganized and distracted by their own houses and wishes to rise in power, they ignore the fact that we are still short in numbers. We have joined the Horde out of neccesity, but I should like to think that we should be here of our own free will. Certainly, the Horde has been far more loyal to us than the humans ever were.."
There was a pause as the orc smiled again. Ninorra continued.
"..traterous barberous bunch, they are.. those humans.. they attack without the bat of an eye. I can't even walk in a neutral zone without one of them striking me upon the head to disorient me, as if it were some sort of game. They are a disgusting swarming mass of uncouth creatures that should be slaughtered like lambs. Just thinking about it.."
Ninorra tentitively put a hand on her abdomen. The orc noticed her movements and smirked. "Is there something else you seek to protect?"
"Of course," she admitted quickly. "My child. One of the reasons I must grow in power, in order to ensure that he or she will be well protected."
"There is so much anger and frustration within a woman who carries a baby. So much emotion that can be fed into one's power," the orc explained. "Surely you understand that you can channel this to the source? That your pregnancy might aid you in strengthening you."
The younger warlock looked curiously at him. "..I don't understand what it is that you're telling me to do."
He chuckled. "Draw from your resources."
"Won't that weaken him??" Ninorra asked increadilously, her eyebrows knit together.
"I suppose that all depends on how strong he is," the trainer answered with a shrug. "..and how much you think that power is worth. Consider that, if he can't handle this sort of power drain so early, what good will he be?"
Ninorra took a step back. "I will not endanger my own child with ritualistic nonsense."
"Suit yourself," the orc huffed. "Just remember that you are not some mage. You are not some shaman. You do not draw your power from the elements, or from study. You draw your power from blood, and sacrifice. You are a warlock, and despite the pretty nature that you elves seem to place on everything, you will never change from what you are."
The elf had nothing to retort with.
"Now.. go and study on felhounds. You will be capturing one soon enough."
Ninorra gave a short bow, and excused herself. Walking through Orgrimmar, she considered his argument.