The Sweet Taste of Revenge

[Voljaan]

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It was only a few weeks after Voljaan discovered the identity of his father's murderer, and already he felt himself being driven to the very edges of sanity. He could not even think clearly; any attempt to do so would result in him seeing the smug look on that human's face after his father hit the ground in a bloody heap. He knew that if he didn't act soon he would go mad.

But how?

He had headed to Westfall, travelling north from Booty Bay. His intentions at that point were simple: Spy on the poor excuse for a human and find his weakness. He did not find one. The only thing he discovered was that the man was surrounded by guards.

So know he was in a bit of trouble. There was no way he could infiltrate the town of Sentinel Hill by himself. It was much too heavily guarded, and by people much more seasoned than him. He was jerked out of his thoughts as his wind rider landed in Bloodhoof Village.

It was time for the meeting.

He dismounted, then headed for the Orc Jobolg.

"Hey Voljaan!" he said cheerilly.

"Ey mon, 'as anyone else arrived yet?"

"No, but they're comming."

Suddenly, another Troll allowed himself into sight. This one was much more seasoned than either of the other two, sporting black leather armor and two very vicious looking daggers.

"Ah be here, but it bettah be quick," said Deembah.

After a few more minutes, quite a few interruptions, and something to do with Akutazee throwing a Gnome skull at Jobolg, the meeting began.

Voljaan wasn't really in it. He had other things on his mind, namely how to reek his revenge.

After a few more subjects and interuptions, Fhenrir asked if there was anything else anyone wanted to say.

Everyone was about to leave when the solution to all of Voljaan's problems (well, not all) hit him like a brick.

The guild. Confusion could help him.

That was, after all, why he joined the guild.

"Protection against mah enemies," he remembered himself saying to Fhenrir the day of his initiation. This wasn't quite protection from his enemy in a concrete form, but with his sanity on the line, Voljaan wasn't about to question his motives.

"Actually, dere was somethin Ah wanted ta add."

[Voljaan]

It was then, in explaining his problem to Fhenrir, that Voljaan felt his spirits rise. He was nearly ecstatic when Fhenrir asked him if he had wanted to go then and there.

"There might be a problem getting you there," he said thoughtfully. But then Jobolg piped up, explaining he would simply summon him through the Nether.

"Don't worry, I'll be twice as carefull with you as I was with Aku," he said with a laugh.

Voljaan didn't like this idea at all. He had never been a big fan of demons or the Nether, and certainly didn't like getting summoned. The last time an attempt was made, the warlock performing the summon was so incompitant that Voljaan had almost lost his life.

And so he sat in the Bloodhoof Village inn, waiting for Fhenrir, Kawan, and Jobolg to arrive at Westfall.

Suddenly, he felt the fringes of his very being pulled from the fabric of space, and before he knew it, he was traveling through the Nether at an incredible speed. In almost no time at all he was on a hillside in Westfall.

"See, that wasn't so bad was it?" Jobolg asked as though he were talking to a whelp.

"Nah, it was fine," Voljaan said, still a bit shaky. "We gettin dis started den?"

Fhenrir started to explain the basic plan to everyone. He would charge in and attract as many humans as possible. Kawan and Jobolg would stay back, helping Fhenrir. When the human Stoutmantle was drawn into the battle, Voljaan would emerge from the shadows, finally getting his revenge.

It seemed a good enough plan, so they went forward. In the blink of an eye the town of Sentinel Hill was surrounded by chaos. Most fought back, but there were a few cowards in the mix who just ran. Kawan's rifle made sure they didn't get far.

Voljaan wasn't paying any attention to this, though. His mind was set on Stoutmantle, watching his every move. After giving as many orders as he could thing of, he finally charged at Fhenrir. Before he even had time to hit anything though, a steel dagger was seen comming out through his chest.

"'Ow does it feel, bein da one with ta daggah through tha back?"

[Voljaan]

The battle was quick and furious. In a matter of a few seconds, what had plagued Voljaan most of his life had ended; the cowardly murderer had become the murdered. This did not, however, solve all of his worries. A perfect example was the fact that he, Jobolg, Kawan, and Fhenrir were all being chased down by enraged members of the Alliance.

While the others split into different directions, Voljaan ran straight, sprinting his way into a mine about a quarter mile down. It was there, in the darkness, that he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time.

He was happy.

Of course, he dared not to show it. There were surely Alliance members searching the surrounding areas of the mine for him. But he knew for sure that he felt a definite happiness.

After about half an hour he decided it was safe to activate his hearthstone. It was in arriving in the Undercity that he realized something was wrong.

Voljaan had always despised the Undercity. Being surrounded by the putrid stench of rotting flesh was not something he entirely enjoyed. The green ooze also had a way of making him wish he was anywhere else. Bet even there, amidst the rotting flesh and visible intestines, he was happy. Not natural.

He quickly made his way to the zeppelin tower, boarded one of the flying contraptions, and ran as fast as he could to Razor Hill--all the while wondering what was wrong with him.

By the time he got to Razor hill he was scared to death. Not only had he remained happy, he had grown more happy. It was in his very skin. He quickly took a room and went to lie down, hoping it would help him clear his head.

He fell asleep before even touching the bed. In his sleep, he had a dream. A dream that would change his life.

[Voljaan]

Voljaan is running through Stranglethorn Vale, again a young boy. Screaches of birds and beasts can be heard, and to the Troll it is a symphony of wonderous sounds. It is humid, but he is used to the jungle air. Suddenly he stops running, for in the distance he can see the mangled corpse of his father.

Voljaan is not a boy anymore, but a man. Standing before him is what he saw before, the corpse of his father. Though it is indeed a corpse, it speaks.

"Foolish boy! What do ya think yer doin? Ya can't jus be goin off an killin people!" Maggots fall out of his mouth as he talks, and the stink of decay can be smelled comming from his nostrils. While normally comforted by immages of his father, Voljaan finds himself scared.

"Fathah, Ah killed dat Human because he killed you. 'Twas a mattah of honor an revenge. Ah know fo sure it was da right thin ta do, because it made me happy. Do ya know 'ow long it's been since Ah was happy?"

The decaying Troll stares blankly at Voljaan, then tripples in size, dwarfing him. A booming voice fills Voljaans ears.

"YA THINK DAT WAS 'APPINESS? OF ALL YER FOOLISHNES, AH NEVAH THOUGHT YOU WOULD CONFUSE 'APPINESS FOR DEATH! STUPID! AN TA THINK A HAD RESPECT FOR YA. NOT ONLY ARE YA DA STUPIDEST TROLL TA LIVE, YER DISHONORABLE! 'OW CAN YOU THINK DAT STABBIN SOMEONE THROUGH DE RIBS IS AN HONORABLE TRAIT! JUS BECAUSE HE DID IT TA ME DOESN'T GIVE YA THA RIGHT! OUR WHOLE FAMILY'S BEEN DEDICATED TO HONOR, DONCHA KNOW! YOU DISCRACE ME!"

By the end of the rant Voljaan is sobbing, mostly because he knows it's true. He never thought, even for a second, that his father might not have been proud of what he was doing. But then he realized something.

"Fathah... didja jus say I was... dead?"

His father's gaze softens, though this does not help the feeling of dread as it allows a couple millipedes out of his eye sockets.

"Ah'm sorry mah boy. Ah was to angry ta remember ta properly tell ya. Yes, ya are dead. What ya thought was happiness was really a specific type of poison. It was applied to ya aftah ya killed dat Human."

Voljaan can't believe what he is hearing. But then he starts to remember... an arrow? Yes, an arrow. In the haste of the battle Voljaan didn't notice the orange stain on the tip of the arrow he had pulled out of himself. Suddenly, this dream seems all too real.

"Dis can't be. Why? Ah was tryin ta uphold mah honor, an Ah got shot."

"Such be da way of life. People die every day for stupid reasons."

So it's true: he really is dead. He would spend his eternity in the Nether, just another tortured soul. Voljaan's father must have read his facial expression, and what he says next was the biggest surprise of all.

"Yer not goin to da Nethah." Stunned, Voljaan waits for more.

"Ah made a deal with one of da demons who controls what dey call 'soul flow.' He's agreed ta take me instead of you."

For the third time since in an hour Vojaan can't believe what he is hearing. But it doesn't seem right.

"Why should you have to suffer for what Ah did?"

"Mah son, Ah had mah chance at life. It's ovah now. Mah soul may be free, but what's tha point? Ah have no purpose. I'm givin ya a chance ta take back yer honor. Learn the ways of a true warrior. Do somethin worthy with yer life."

"But fathah-"

"One thing. Keep up yer honor. If Ah find out othawise, let me jus say it's not unheard of for souls ta will their way outta da Nethah."

With a wink (and a sickening -splat- as one of the millipedes was crushed), he vanished, and Voljaan found himself on the floor of the inn in Razor Hill.

"Don worry fathah," he says quietly to himself, "Ah'll learn da way of da warrior. Ah'll get mah honor back. And Ah swear Ah'll make ya proud"

((OOCly: The character 'Voljaan' is still around and will be leveling, instancing, etc. However, RP-wise he his now 'Vòljaan', a Troll warrior. Vòljaan will be in the place of Voljaan in RP. Just to let you know and stop the spread of confusion. No pun intended Fhen. :wink: ))