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*** The Mad must've been let loose on a retarded field trip to the Brokenspear Tavern... *** *** ...so Derecho buys her drink and takes it elsewhere to enjoy. *** Shokkra grunts. [Derecho]: Hi dere [Shokkra]: Hey. Shokkra eyes you up and down. [Derecho]: Did ya be thinkin to get drinks for yaself before leavin da bar? [Shokkra]: Nah. Good for now. Drink after I fight. Aaren tilts her head to the side. [Derecho]: Oh ay [Derecho]: WHo ya be fightin? [Shokkra]: Alliance tonight. [Derecho]: Be picturing that bull's head on a few o dem for me, okie dokie? [Shokkra]: ...what? [Shokkra]: OH. [Shokkra]: Right, yeah. [Derecho]: And be punching him hard. You cackle maniacally at Shokkra. [Shokkra]: Sure thing. [Derecho]: Who ya be? [Shokkra]: Shokkra Deathrage, Guardian of Sanctuary. You? [Derecho]: I be not havin shuch fancy titles. Just Derecho. [Shokkra]: Aka'magosh, Derecho. Aaren smiles a little and nods. "Aaren." You greet Aaren warmly. [Derecho]: Ya be fightin too elfie? [Aaren]: Nah. Not tonight. [Derecho]: Ya can be sittin here by me den. [Derecho]: Ya got ya a drink? [Aaren]: Yeah, I always got a drink. [Aaren]: Drink's better too when it's quiet, like over here. Aaren looks around at the fog covering the ground, but she refrains mentioning it. [Shokkra]: Prefer places where I can fuckin' see my feet at least. Aaren quietly snickers to herself. [Derecho]: It being better than wit sourpusses like dat oder guy. [Derecho]: What, ya be fearing they run off witout ya? Aaren grins wickedly. [Shokkra]: I weigh these fuckers down too much. Wouldn't get very far in the boots. [Derecho]: Best not be falling in any deep water holes [Aaren]: Plate and water don't sound like friends. You cackle maniacally at Aaren. [Shokkra]: Bah, we get trained to swim in fuckin' plate. Shokkra flexes her muscles. Oooooh so strong! [Derecho]: Be f-fallin to da bottom like ya be an anchor. [Aaren]: Well, always a use! Aaren taps her foot on the ground a couple times before sitting down. [Derecho]: Ya be fightin alliance all of de time? [Shokkra]: Eh, gives me shit to do. Good training. [Derecho]: May it be I be doin dat after I get de idea o tings better. [Aaren]: I don't really fight much myself. But I never stood on the front line either. Shokkra grunts. Aaren points to Shokkra. "That one just gets mad when people hit her." She follows her comment with a snicker. [Shokkra]: Like any normal fuckin' person. [Derecho]: Ya be gettin mad too bitty elfie! It be hurtin [Derecho]: Want me be showin ya? You cackle maniacally at the situation. [Aaren]: I'm always mad, though! [Derecho]: Really? [Derecho]: Why dat be? [Aaren]: Probably. That's what I hear, anyway. [Shokkra]: You mean bitchy, Aaren. [Shokkra]: I'm always angry. [Aaren]: Same thing! [Derecho]: No no NO [Shokkra]: Bitchy's more elf-y. [Aaren]: Hey, I know this one troll that's pretty bitchy! [Derecho]: Who be? [Shokkra]: Oh yeah? Who? [Aaren]: I ain't shayin any names. Then they'll find out and come try to cave my face in. Shokkra snorts. [Shokkra]: Coward. [Aaren]: I'm not a coward. I'm shmart. [Derecho]: Hmm Aaren grins wickedly. [Derecho]: Ya be sayin anyting ya want. It not like words be sticks an stones, ya be knowin? [Shokkra]: Yeah, coward. [Aaren]: The words are harmless until the wrong people hear them. Shokkra snorts. [Derecho]: People be offended by every stray word flying in dere ears, may it be dey should stuff dem full of cotton balls. [Aaren]: Oh I don't give a fuck about people being offended. Sometimes they just want to act on it and I don't feel like dealing with it. [Aaren]: I got enough bullshit to deal with, enough people to watch my back around. [Derecho]: Let dem be tryin! You growl menacingly. [Shokkra]: Most of 'em are good at it. You peer at Shokkra searchingly. Aaren shrugs. Who knows? [Derecho]: Ya be tinkin like an orc. [Shokkra]: Well I am a fuckin' orc. Aaren quietly snickers to herself. [Aaren]: A damn good one to pay some gold and throw at your problems, sometimes. [Derecho]: I be knowin! Always so fixed on de enemy ya be seein right afore ya eyes. Ya be missin da rapta dat come at ya from de shadows. [Shokkra]: If a raptor comes from the fuckin' shadows I'll throw it at the fuckers in front of me. You smile at War Raptor. You cackle maniacally at Shokkra. [Derecho]: If ya be livin long enough to be seein it. [Shokkra]: That's what the damn armor's for. You eye Shokkra up and down. [Derecho]: Relax mon. [Derecho]: No raptas be huntin ya here. Shokkra grunts and rolls her shoulders. [Aaren]: Beasts, demons, what else have you been killing lately? A sly smirk spreads across Aaren's face. [Shokkra]: Eh, my liver. [Aaren]: That one'sh easy though. [Aaren]: Maybe the rest of it too. Shokkra shrugs. Who knows? Aaren peers at Shokkra searchingly. Aaren shrugs. Who knows? [Derecho]: Ya be lookin bitty. What ya got to be drinkin hard enough to hurt ya liver for? Ya don't be regeneratin like I be doin. Aaren waves. You wave goodbye to Aaren. Farewell! [Shokkra]: Just a joke. But mostly firewater, slammers, Blackrock Ale, Cherry Grog, Nitro-Fuel. [Derecho]: Sure ting, but why? [Shokkra]: Helps take my mind off shit mostly. [Derecho]: What ya be avoidin wit ya mind? May it be talkin can help just as good as da drink. [Shokkra]: Crushing stress. The threat of mortality. Normal shit. [Derecho]: Ya not be likin de idea of d-dyin someday? [Shokkra]: Not anymore. [Derecho]: Ya be not likin de idea anymore, or ye be meaning not anymore like it be okay now, it don't be botherin ya anymore? [Shokkra]: Don't like the fuckin' idea of dying anymore. Glorious death in combat seems... not worth it. Derecho snorts. [Derecho]: Death be not glorious. [Shokkra]: Sure as hell is sometimes. [Derecho]: May it be the act dat got ya dere was, but dyin itself be lonely and just bad, mon. [Derecho]: I can be seein why dat be a reason for drinkin [Shokkra]: Yeah. [Derecho]: But everybody dies, okie dokie? [Derecho]: Why worry? [Shokkra]: Too many people I care about. I want to live, with them. For them. [Derecho]: Well den, what da spirits ya be doin gettin drunk den? Knock it off, pour it out, and go get to bein wit dem! Dumb orc. [Shokkra]: Well I fuckin' can't be with them every fuckin' second of my life and when I'm not I think about all the crazy shit and start drinking again. Derecho mimes crying. [Derecho]: Oh boohoo! [Derecho]: I be so sad I can't be findin new friends to be fillin me time wit, so I be so sad I drink meself to my death dat I be so scared of! [Shokkra]: Oh fuck off. I get enough of this shit from other fucking people. Last thing I care about is some random fuckin' troll's opinion on my damn life. [Derecho]: Well ya either be wantin ta fix it, or ya not be. Not like one random troll bitty gonna start spouting wisdom ya be listenin to if ya don't be wantin to hear it. [Derecho]: I be hearin way worse tings to be drivin moods low, any how. [Shokkra]: I get all the fuckin' wisdom I need from every other self proclaimed philosopher. You cackle maniacally at the situation. [Derecho]: I not bein any philo what ever. [Derecho]: I just be talkin. [Derecho]: Just be words, mon. [Shokkra]: And giving out advice like everyone else. [Derecho]: Ya want be confirmin a rumor for me? [Derecho]: Oh ay. I can be shuttin up. [Derecho]: Me momma be sayin I talk too much. You shrug. Who knows? [Shokkra]: Might be. Derecho stays quiet for a long while, sipping her cocktails, but it's quite obvious she's itching to open her pie hole. [Shokkra]: That doesn't mean you have to completely shut up. [Derecho]: Okie dokie. [Derecho]: Well be tellin me true- dere really be like a legion of demons comin for us all? [Shokkra]: Yeah. [Derecho]: And den [Derecho]: Hmm [Derecho]: Ya be Sanctuary, ya said. Ya really be gettin fought on by dat odder guild? I be forgettin which [Shokkra]: The Grim? Yeah, almost a year ago. [Derecho]: A whole year ya two been goin at it?! Shokkra laughs. [Shokkra]: No no, almost a year since we made a treaty. [Derecho]: Oh [Derecho]: So dey be playin nice like now? [Shokkra]: No. Just not open warfare. [Derecho]: I be hearin bad tings, mon, and I not be knowin what all to be believin [Derecho]: Hmm Lupinum points at Shokkra. [Shokkra]: My turn? Lupinum nods at Shokkra. [Shokkra]: Attune me bitch. [Lupinum]: Make me proud, you worthless, dried gronnsack. [Derecho]: Oh ay! [Derecho]: It be de voodoo peeper. You grin wickedly at Lupinum. Lupinum blinks at you. [Shokkra]: I always fuckin' do you fucking piece of shit. Lupinum snorts derisively at Shokkra. [Derecho]: I sorry I be makin her grumpy I tink. [Lupinum]: Her? [Shokkra]: I'm always fuckin' grumpy. [Lupinum]: Took the words out of my mouth. [Derecho]: She be fighin better dough, most like. You shrug at Shokkra. Who knows? [Derecho]: Ya be havin any advice for a bitty troll den, afore ya be l-leavin? Lupinum blinks at you. [Shokkra]: Kill shit quick. [Lupinum]: Keep your tusks sharp? You salute Shokkra with respect. [Lupinum]: That's a thing you people do, right? You cackle maniacally at Lupinum. Shokkra salutes you with respect. [Shokkra]: Mok'rah, Derecho. [Derecho]: I be strikin like a rapta soon, don't ya be worrin none. [Lupinum]: Like a raptor? Lupinum giggles at you. [Derecho]: Tell ya friend. She be knowin Lupinum raises an eyebrow. [Lupinum]: Alright. Stay safe. Lupinum smiles at you. Lupinum turns on his heel.
It's been a bad day. One of the worst I've had in a while. I fumbled everything. I literally fell off the ground. That I'd happened to land amidst a small group of people, one of which I knew, well that turned out not to be all that great either. I ate... of course I ate. Over the last few days, I have not been satisfied until I was near to bursting and then, the pain of it finally drowned out the craving. The all-encompassing need to consume, to chew, to swallow, to fill. Some of the time I had to access to real edible food. Sometimes I was not so lucky. I've eaten pinecones. Tree bark. Dirt. Things no rational animal would. But they fed me, Lilliana and her friends, with real meat, and I managed to catch a few fish. Then the bitch gave me some brew that sets you on fire when you drink it. I was clever enough to figure out the way of it. Drink like a dwarf, they suggested. So I did, and stubbornly drank two more. I was thirsty. If you chase the sulfuron slammer with another drink, it puts out the flames almost instantly. Still, SHE SET ME ON FIRE. I don't think its funny. I hate the flames. It's one of those days. So I decide that maybe its a good day for a drink. The Cantina is tonight, I'm pretty sure, and I'm hungry. Lilliana reminded me, and I want to go and watch. She is much stronger than I expected, and I need to plan carefully. Maybe she will be there. A good predator observes their prey for weakness. I go to the boat. Instead of the nice troll bartender, there is a goblin that greets me instead. But there are other trolls. A new male I have yet to charm. Maybe he will ply me with drinks in exchange for the vague hope of sex. Maybe he will feed me. The goblin asks me what I want. I tell her anything but a slammer. No more fire for me! She hands me a drink that warms my very soul, in a fuzzy round coconut half. It is extremely sweet and clings to the lips, allowing me to savor the taste of it instead of merely gulping it down to feel my throat work. Tahzani shuffles by, busy in his rounds, but tells me to make myself at home, so I do. There is an absurdly large driftwood chair set up like some kind of beach throne, sheltered beneath a canopy umbrella. I claim it, and survey the kingdom of the deck from this position of leisure. Why had no one claimed this spot? It is fantastic. The other troll watched me travel to the chair, which also happens to be right next to him. It is perfect. "Well, hello dere." He puts his mug down to greet me. I smile at him, and he returns a strange, coy sort of smirk. This is the start of the mating ritual that he doesn't know is doomed to fail. "Hi back at ya. Who you be?" I question him. On the other side of the boat, a forsaken in an absurd hat begins loud introductions. He is tailed by a young orc child, and seeing them irritates me immediately for some reason. Still, I have the troll's attention fully. He continues to smile, "Ah be Harkinic." He rises to his feet, and bows down quite low in an exaggerated display to me, "And who joo be....?" His eyes roam up and down my form. I play the game. "Who ya want me to being?" Harkinic settles back down on his haunches, lifting his mug into a big hand, "Joo be who joo want, ah would be hoping." He responds gruffly, still eying me. The undead pirate is apparently one of the purple ones. He goes greeting his 'commodore' at the opposite railing, which is fine by me, as it adds distance between us. "I be called Derecho, most often," I tell my potential sugar daddy, and I add a smirk for good measure. "Da who joo really want da be?" He returns the expression, his face easily sliding into it. He's mine. I don't really have to play anymore. I tell him honestly "It be not mattren none too much what I be wantin now-days." I shrug, not quite sure why I told him that. Voices from across the deck snatch my attention. Two pandaren sit in the corner behind the wind gauge, and the male said something about food for certain. "Joo be needing a drink?" Harkinic asks me. He finishes his in a big gulp for the excuse to summon the bartender for more. "Sure ting," I agree. The pandas are still discussing a feast. My mouth waters. My companion summons the goblin, who comes over as she's hollaring that the bears won't be fed unless they pay up-front. It seems the two have just met and are in a courtship dance much like I am. He wants to double an order already placed for himself. I hope they've paid. Tahzani receives the request as he's halfway up the ramp with food. His arms are laden on both sides with layered and heavy dishes piled high, and his brow runs with sweat from having been preparing them below in the hot galley. He receives the updated order silently, though I see his eye twitch. Ever the gracious one, he says he'll have it done right away, and he carefully hands over what he has so far. I don't think they even noticed the tone used or the slight hesitation. Tahzani works very hard. I don't like these pandas. I am distracted when the goblin, whose name I've heard is Bayonnii, breaks my line of sight, finally summoned by Harkinic. "Ya need a drink, or..?" "Hells yes!" I cry, as he presses coins into her hand and tells her not one with fire. The new drink is no where near as satisfying as my first ones, but they are wet. I'm disappointed, but I lie and thank him anyway. Tahzani returns, again looking like an overburdened pack animal. I stare at the bears and their hugely excessive feast. I hate them, but I want what they have. My stomach clenches without sound, demanding. I wait until Tahzani has unloaded everything extra at the panda's table before waving to summon him. He shuffles over, assuming I have an order. "Everybody good heah?" comes his question, automatic. "Tahzani," says I, "How ya doin?" Instead of answering, he asks "Jah two okay ovah heah?" I think we are, so I say so to put his mind at ease. He takes it as his cue to leave. "Aight. Lemme know if jah need anytin' den" I'm irritated. "Ya lady mate be trouble!" I call. "Capital-like Tee." He stops two-thirds of the way through the automatonic query to other patrons. "Pardon me?" "Ya girl. Shhe been actin up. ...hic!" The hiccup surprises me completely, and I find it both funny and strange, this uncontrolled flux of my diaphragm. For a brief moment I'm intrigued by the shift of my insides, and then I feel bad for antagonizing Tahzani. My pettiness subsided, I want to apologize. "I be not knowin if ya want be knowin, so I done told ya." I don't quite manage it, see. Tahzani just stares at me dully, " Tanks fah de news." My ire rekindles, but not at him. For the woman that caused such a lacklust of passion in this troll. Lilliana. I have another motive, as if I needed it. Maybe he's working too hard? Maybe he just needs to sit and relax and not be a bartender or mate to a three-faced bitch. Maybe he needs a break. I peer at him, realizing this. "Ey!" I beckon and wave him over again. He comes to call like a slave. "Ya got de otha one to sherve, be talkin wit me a bit? Ya sheem down." "...Aight." But then Bayonnii leaves. In the corner, the pandas have gorged and fallen out into sleep. I know well how their energies have radically been diverted to the task of digestion. I want to stab them and steal what's left before they wake and finish it. The elf commander is even surprised. "I've heard the phrase "food coma", but..." The drastic change from feasting to hibernation has an odd effect on the pirate. His voice has been grating the whole time, but now he's frantic and even louder. He starts yelling about poison, which is of course a direct insult to Tahzani's cooking and hard work. Tahzani grunts and shrugs a shoulder at me, moving to the other side of the boat as he hears the commotion. I knudge Harkinic. "See? Dis be why I got no job. Lookit him." Tahzani has to explain to the idiot pirate that what has happened to the pandas is completely normal for their species. I listen, looking to see if perhaps I can swipe some of their feast for myself in the distraction. I decide to try. I get up and go over as the undead yells again. "IT BE POISON!" "Oh shut de fuck up!" I scream at him. It makes no sense to me. "Ya be dead already, what ya be carin fo? ...hic!" as I head across the deck. Harkinic's eyes track me. I squeeze between the elf commander and the wind gauge carefully inserting myself near to the table. "They's down fer tha count! See?" I don't see. The male has reawoken already from all the noise, and he tries to tell the lunatic pirate to hush in deference to the female's continued slumber. He might notice if I just grab a handful of his food and try to run with it. Instead, I nudge at the girl panda within reach. "Ey. Ya be dead?" This produces a sleepy lick of the lips and a stretch, proving she is obviously still among the realm of the living. I feel that if I don't add something to my stomach, I might soon enough not be. My patience is wearing precious thin. "Dere. Ya be seein? Breathin fine. Not dead. Shut. Up." I glare at the stupid pirate. This comment is apparently the first he notices of my presence, distracted as he was with his own blustering. He looks at the speaker, me. "...Egad! Robby take cover! IT BE A SEA WITCH! She'll curse us an' drag us down ya Jonesy Dave's locker!" The little orc child promptly panics as instructed. I find this hilarious. What a fantastic distraction! I encourage it, raising my hands curled into claw-fingers. I hiss in my best sea-witch impersonation at the man, then cackle at the ridiculousness. This play-acting has quite an interesting and unintended effect on the panda bears. Evidently, they are not smart enough to recognize the joke, or perhaps too disoriented from sleep. They believe it! The girl jolts fully awake and shrinks back some. She grabs her hat and wraps it around her like a child's security blanket. The male completely freezes with a full roll of sausages dangly in his hands. I want them so. I turn my gaze on him. He swallows. "I can be havin one?" I ask him, quite enjoying this little over-lording. Still, I did ask, rather than demand. He stammers, agreeing, but rather than give up the prize in-hand, I get piping hot fresh sausages pulled from his bag. I cheer, extremely happy at my good luck, and I remember to thank the bear too. I retreat with my prize. I don't even care about the dwindling commotion, or the insulting title of sea witch. The Sanctuary mistress departs. The pandas stare at me in fear. I don't care. I have food. I return to my chair with it, gnawing already. The sausage has a grainy texture that is a pleasure to chew and break apart with the tongue, and is hot enough to make avoiding scalds while doing this a challenge. Harkinic grins to me, "De Derecho returns." He points out at the same time that a new troll is over there, across to the stern, waggling his eyebrows at him. I continue eating, watching for a moment. It becomes clear that the new male is trying to steal Harkinic. My territorial instinct runs wild. To say I am possessive would be an understatement. This new guy directly challenges my primal rights! I can't leave it be. The panda girl flinches when I get up, then relaxes at my trajectory. Harkinic chuckles, knowing what's about to happen, likely. I walk over. "Hi dere." The challenger looks up at me and smiles, "Ayh beautiful! Ayh dun tink we met afore, ayh?" I am in no mood for pleasantries. "Ya be talkin a good talk, but ya see, I been findin him first.Ya hear?" I glare at him, sizing him up and the warning in my tone is more than clear. "Ayh like both da laydayh an mons, ya know? If ya dun wan m' after 'im, ayh wun do nuthin more. Wha 'bout m' luck w'tcha lovely, though?" He winks at me, thinking himself rather sly. "Go be handy wit yaself, ya done pissed me off already." I'd like to hook my finger into that winking recess and feel the pop of loosening his eyeball. "Aww, dun be like dat, we be chill 'ere. Nah tryin nuthin harm." It takes a great deal of my willpower to not leap at him. I spin on my heel toe and stomp off, though. harkinic wears a rather superior smirk, unable to hide the arrogance at observing me return to him. I slam into my chair then turn a sweet smile onto him when he supplies me with another full mug of drink. Nice guy. Mollified, I had neglected to notice a huge tauren arrive. Gigantic, he is! I blurt such "Ya be a behemoth." Harkinic snickers, "Ah dunno tink dat one can help dat....." One of the druid's ears moves toward me betraying that he heard. At the comment his head lowers some, attempting to make himself seem smaller. Harkinic cackles, "Joo done hurt his feelings." He eyes the oversized tauren with a high level of deliberate assessment, "Joo were rathah right tho...." He says regarding the tauren's exceptional size. "Didn't be meaning to." I notice the hunch too. "Awwwww, don't be like dat. It be a good ting! Ya be big an strong!" I try to reassure. I'm sure it would have the opposite effect if I told him he could feed a village for a week, but the thought crosses my mind. The tauren rubs the side of his neck at my attempts to soothe. Still, he steps back to not be in the way of a new arrival. As his huge frame moves, the ramp becomes fully visible. I recognize the elf standing there. I can't help glaring. I fucking hate him! He's going to die.
Stats Full Name: Xaraphyne Nawe (zair-a-feen nah-way) Nickname: Xara Age: ~29 Race: Troll Gender: Female Hair: Red Complexion: Lavender Eyes: Golden Height: 6' 3" Weight: 170 lbs. Place of Residence: Mulgore Known Relatives: Lilliana Bloodshine (aunt) Languages: Orcish, Zandali (spoken) Occupation: Treasure seeker/mercenary/pirate Description Xara is a slender troll with long legs, a ready laugh, and golden eyes. Her hair is bright red, falling around her face and down her back in a high half-ponytail, and her complexion is a pretty shade of lavender. She dresses in attractively fitting black and silver mail and carries a hefty longbow. Usually near her feet is a massive, semi-translucent cat. An etched silver tankard is always hung at one hip and her left wrist is decorated with a charm bracelet. Misc Facts Likes: Rum, treasure, flirting, shooting things, more rum, more treasure Dislikes: Swimming Hobbies: Cooking, exploring, drinking, getting friends in or out of trouble, or both Weapons of Choice: Bow, pet ghost saber, her wits Special Abilities: She can outdrink you. Trust me. Positive Personality Traits: Easy to befriend, and extremely loyal; will go to great lengths for her friends, further than many would ever expect. Negative Personality Traits: Has an occasional penchant for mischief that can sometimes be insensitive. Also, can't navigate worth a damn. Misc. Quirks: Speaks with a seafaring accent, not a trollish one. However, when feeling more serious, she will drop her accent entirely and speak perfect Orcish. History TL;DR Version Xara has gone from being a bounty hunter to a pirate to a treasure seeker to a mercenary. She settled down with Fhenrir Phoenix, but they've come out of retirement to return to adventuring and serving the Horde. TL Version Born to the bloodthirsty Bloodscalp tribe of Stranglethorn Vale, Xara was lucky enough to be kidnapped (if you look at it that way) at a young age in a raid by goblin slave traders and taken to Undermine. There she was even luckier to be purchased by an orc, Nigae, who was running an organization to save children from the slave trade. Raised in the organization's community alongside other children of all races who had been taken from their homelands, Xara learned to embrace the opportunist goblin culture surrounding her while Nigae did the best she could to instill morals in the children. Although Xara will admit no such thing, they did stick. Xara picked her name for herself, having never been given one by her original kin. After she became older and started traveling the world, she turned the skills she had begun to pick up as a child to her advantage, becoming an excellent hunter and tracker. Also, shortly before she left, she "obtained" an unusual cat. It had been imported from Kalimdor by a goblin trader who lost the intractable animal through certain orphan-induced circumstances. A ghost saber, its prickly nature appealed to Xara and she befriended it, earning a loyal companion -- though the cat affects indifference -- and one who grew to a deadly size. As Xara traveled, picking up whatever jobs she could and thoroughly enjoying her freedom, she began to earn a bit of a name for herself as a bounty hunter. Larger world events did not affect her lifestyle greatly, and in fact for some time she wasn't quite sure what was going on in the greater scheme of things. She met the pirate admiral Elrioch under certain amusing circumstances, decided not to kill him for the bounty on his head, and instead found a best friend who shared her taste for alcohol, adventure, and gold. After adventuring with him for a while she began to style herself his First Mate, much to his bemusement, but he accepted her place at his side. Although she was never much liked by the other Bloodsail, they grudgingly learned to respect her authority as Elrioch's next in command. The troll came to be a part of the guild Citadel due to Gornash, who was already a member. After meeting a few guild members and judging that they could all hold either their liquor or their own in a fight, she decided to join up. Over time she became very invested in the guild and was promoted to officer, the banker/quartermaster position; odd perhaps to choose a pirate for the job, but she swore she knew stealin' when she saw it and wouldn't let it happen to the guild. After joining up with Elrioch, she began to gather up a motley crew in his name. The Admiral was never quite sure what to make of it, but they made a happy, raucous adventuring group. For a long time, Xara was well aware that Elrioch liked her very much, but would shoot him down often before any suggestion even came out of his mouth, usually by reminding him that fraternization isn't allowed in the crew (a rule he never actually put out, but which confounded him every time). Then, he proposed to her. She told him she would have to think about it and for a long time avoided giving him an answer. The troll became particularly unwilling to after Elrioch left for a dangerous trip to the northern continent and did not take the crew, even leaving Xara behind... because when he returned, she found out he had become afflicted by a dangerous and incredibly powerful curse. She began planning to find a way to cure it despite his insistence she stay out of it. Not long after, she met a young ranger named Jazziks and quickly formed a close, protective relationship with the girl. When Jazziks' brother Sinaku became corrupted with evil magics, Xara got deeply involved in seeing to Jazziks' safety, then the safety of much more as Sinaku summoned a plague and an ancient evil to Azeroth. Xara's guildmate and friend Elanderik, also Elrioch's brother, became enmeshed as well, and she began to rely on him heavily as the problems mounted. Aid came to her in the form of a ghostly wolf companion named Cyelaena, a gift from Elune. During this time, her relationship with the crew became strained due to her failing to address the issues many of them were having in favor of these pressing matters. When Rand initiated a mutiny because of this, Xara felt incredibly guilty and at first ceded leadership to him; however, she came to the realization that she'd had to make the difficult choice as a leader to help those who needed her the most, and her mutinying crew members had betrayed her by failing to recognize this and support her. She took back control of the crew and 'booted' the mutineers, although they didn't consider themselves on the crew anymore at that point anyway. She later reconciled with most of the crewmembers involved. In the middle of this, Elrioch was fighting his own demons, and it was beginning to seem a losing battle. But in one extraordinary night, everything changed. When his soul was about to be taken, Xara finally told him she'd marry him, and Elrioch overcame the demonic influence. Xara returned to the fight against Sinaku and the evil force influencing him with her faltering faith in her own ability to help those who needed her restored. Sinaku was defeated shortly after. As things quieted down a bit, Xara found herself struggling more and more with all the commitments she had managed to make in the past year to her friends, crew, and guild; a stark contrast to the free and hedonistic lifestyle she had enjoyed before meeting Elrioch. She worked very hard to fulfill her role as an officer of Citadel by taking an active interest in guild policy, negotiating alliances with other guilds, and leading her guildmates as they ventured into the dangerous places of Azeroth and Outland, and for the crew, she tended to be the one to direct the cabin boys and girls and make important decisions as Elrioch was generally content to let her do so. He was frequently absent and often Xara had to handle all of her responsibilities on her own. Many members of the crew continued to have troubles, but Xara began to act uncharacteristically unwilling to deal with them. She withdrew from her friends, and when Accalia reached out for her final strike against Azeroth, the troll seemed more resigned than resolved to facing down the ancient evil once more. Elrioch's continuing lack of concern for the things she struggled with finally came to be too much, and Xara began to have an affair with Elanderik. Nonetheless she was there to help bring Accalia down when the Eclipse finally occurred. But it was not over then; Accalia thrust her adversaries into a nightmare world of their own creation. There, Xara was forced to confront everything she had been avoiding and more. The experience changed her greatly. When she returned, she began to make major changes in her life. To the shock of everyone who knew her, she left Citadel, and gave Elrioch back his ring. She and several of the crewmembers founded their own guild, the Crew of the Mourningstar, named after their ship -- of which she became Captain after she and Elrioch parted ways. Toraneko became her Head Cabin Girl and Cpike her Official Emissary; both had become steadfast friends over this time. The crew swelled in size, and various hijinks ensued, including various run-ins with the rival Vile Reef Cartel, led by Fafnir Vayde, who would eventually become a friend of sorts. However, Xaraphyne drifted away from Elanderik, and after an incident with Rand and Rethsil, she and Cpike stopped being close as well. She focused her efforts on taking the Black Temple with her allies in the group the Twisting Nether Raiders, eventually moving on to try to conquer the Sunwell Plateau as well. During this time she and the tauren warrior Fhenrir became good friends, and she also met the blood elf paladin Maithanet. Also around this time, she decided to gather by word-of-mouth friends, allies, and acquaintances to form a band loosely called the Treasure Seekers. The group began exploring dangerous and exciting places in search of adventure and loot. Her interest quickly waned, however, and she ended up leaving the group's administration in the capable hands of Filora, though Xara retained the rank of Director. For awhile, Xara seemed content to simply pursue her flighty fancy across Azeroth and Outland, and she and Fhenrir ended up spending more and more time in each others' company as they engaged in adventures harebrained, deadly, or both. In time she fell in love with him, but he was married, and returned her feelings only platonically. Surprisingly, Xara accepted that and was content to simply continue keeping his company. Then, when Fhenrir confronted his psychopath brother, Fhenrigo, and killed him, an unknown force acted to twist events in a stunning way. Fhenrigo's soul was placed into the body of someone with whom Xara had been having a casual relationship. He plotted carefully and when he revealed himself to Xara, she was manipulated into believing that he could have been unfairly maligned and that he was in love with her. She couldn't bring herself to reveal Fhenrigo to his brother although she knew that Fhenrir would desire nothing so much as an end to his sibling. Confused and easily swayed into limbo between the two brothers, Xara allowed the relationship to continue. Eventually, due to her guild's neglected condition, she chose to disband the crew as a guild and go back to its prior form as an unofficial organization. This happened as Azerothian forces prepared to journey to Northrend; a development that deeply disturbed her, as she attributed her failed relationship with Elrioch to the evil forces from the continent that had warped his heart and soul, and had come to fear unreasonably that Northrend would destroy anyone she cared about who ventured there. She had forbidden any member of her crew to go, but most if not all intended to go anyway. At this time, Fhenrigo chose to act against his brother. Tired of biding his time without accomplishing anything, he decided to kill Xaraphyne to get at Fhenrir, having observed their sometimes painfully close interactions. Fhenrir arrived in time to save Xara and kill Fhenrigo once and for all... hopefully. With Maithanet's timely help, Xara lived, but the experience promised to change the trolless further, especially as Fhenrir discovered her betrayal. But when he confronted Xaraphyne about her relationship with his brother, he ended up admitting that he had fallen in love with her. Stunned, Xara denied it, choosing to believe that it was because his wife Kaliera had disappeared some time ago, and he had come to depend on her for support. Maithanet invited Xaraphyne to join his Blades of Lordaeron, and she accepted. People began to journey into Northrend; Fhenrir and Xara kept in close touch, and her fears about the frozen continent began to dissipate. However, as Fhenrir's search for Kaliera proved more and more fruitless, their relationship began to fray under the strain, especially as his feelings for the trolless became undeniably apparent. It had been possible for her to be content knowing Fhenrir was happy with her as a friend; knowing he loved her in return but they could never be together, for he loved Kaliera as well and would never hurt her, Xaraphyne's will began to crumble. Then, Xaraphyne found out about Maithanet's death and the shrouded circumstances surrounding it. A noncommittal response from a figure of authority led her to conclude that Maithanet had killed himself. Xaraphyne sank further into depression, and when she and Fhenrir shared one painful moment too many, she snapped and drove him away. Angry at her unreasonable behavior, Fhenrir stopped associating with her. At this point, there wasn't much left for Xara. The crew was defunct, its members having for the most part drifted away; her friends were occupied with things in which she had not stayed involved; and she had no lovers, only a long line of failed relationships. She had lost everyone she had ever cared about, due to her own failings: not being able to commit, not being there when they needed her, not being able to be accept the way things were. Bitterness left a mark on her personality that came as a surprise to those who ran into the formerly carefree, friendly trolless. Then, something rather strange happened... Xaraphyne and her ghost saber, Kathren, were switched bodies. Kathren set about righting a number of Xara's problems with good, feline common sense, and achieved some interesting and remarkable results. Xara would have stayed as a simple cat, but Kathren talked her into coming back to herself, especially since she had convinced Fhenrir to accept that his wife was gone and to be with Xaraphyne. Before switching back, Kathren revealed her true name to Xaraphyne -- Lupa. When the Cataclysm came, Xara and Fhen took up arms with some of their former adventuring companions, who had formed a guild called Borrowed Time. Xaraphyne also procured an airship to replace the Mourningstar, which had been destroyed with the Cataclysm. She named it the Skyseeker, and her friends Selash and Toraneko helped get it flightworthy. Mostly flightworthy. With the defeat of Ragnaros, she and Fhenrir retired together from most adventuring affairs for some time. They chose not to marry, but stayed together in the Barrens, occasionally visiting with Fhenrir's niece Nokokomah and showing up to social events. The arrival of the Pandarens didn't affect either of them much, but when the Horde began warring within itself, Fhenrir was pressed into returning to active duty. Xaraphyne joined him, and they began seeking a new company alongside which to fight -- and ended up choosing the Grim, as one of the few dedicated Horde forces left. However, it soon became clear that the two of them couldn't abide by the Grim's philosophy, and they left on strained terms, though Xara was able to preserve a friendly relationship with much of the guild. She and Fhen went back to the banner of Borrowed Time, which would eventually grow back into a formidable force of its own. One good thing came of Xara's failed attempt to join the Grim: She met a trolless named Lilliana Bloodshine with whom she shared an undeniable resemblance. After piecing together Lilliana's family's convoluted history, they determined that they were in fact related -- sort of. While their biological relationship was best described as Lilly effectively being Xara's aunt, the two ended up like sisters. An unexpected development arrived when the Infinite Dragonflight chose to muck around in Fhenrir's past and try to put a younger, alternate version of him in their service in Xara and the real Fhen's timeline. Xara tried to help steer this alternate Fhenrir to the right course but ultimately could not bring herself to trust him, the uncanniness too much for her. He seemed to head down a path not too ruinous so she let him go. Then the curse of the Eclipse was reawakened. Xara and Naheal, both veterans of the first Eclipse, recognized the threat immediately and set about mobilizing a defense. As a result, the curse remained relatively constrained this time, but there were still casualties in the form of a young headstrong tauren named Konro Xara tried to help, and many others who suffered in the struggle. The alternate Fhenrir ultimately got involved, and in the end, Xara was forced to kill him. The nightmare that followed Accalia's fall was challenging, but this time Xara was able to do more than escape, and contributed to ending Accalia once and for all. There was a short time of peace before a new threat reared its head. A cult, a sadistic woman who kept reappearing after she was killed, and a black dragon with aspirations of starting total war led to the series of events later to be known as Hollow, referring to the deadly poison that was used. When Lilliana was kidnapped, Xara bet everything she had in a gambit to save her. Ultimately, both were rescued, though the trauma Xara experienced would leave a subtle mark on the trolless' carefree nature even after she had recovered and moved on. It almost wasn't a surprise when the Eclipse threatened again, though it was much sooner this time around. An orc named Karthok had decided to try to revive the defeated Ancient and user her power to his own ends, and he tricked Xara into revealing she knew where the black book was that was a key to Accalia. Soundly defeated, Xara realized that she had let herself get soft and resolved to improve. However, she ended up using skills other than combat ones to contribute to the effort to stop Karthok. She discovered the key to transferring the Heraldic bond away from Karthok before the final confrontation, though it ended up for naught as he killed the thief of it and took it back. He then killed Xara, but she was revived when Accalia was freed, the once-corrupt Ancient having been purified and turning on her would-be master to fight alongside the heroes. As Karthok seemed to near defeat, however, he threw all his foes into the now-familiar Nightmare, and Xara once again had to confront her fears, for the first time alone. Currently, Xara continues working as a mercenary affiliated with Borrowed Time while Fhenrir serves the Horde as a Lieutenant-General. Except under exceptional circumstances, she generally avoids getting involved in conflicts, particularly ones within the Horde. However, she will always lend her support to a friend if need be. Theme song: "The World You Love", Jimmy Eat World Other songs: "What Have You Done", Within Temptation "Gather & Give", Finger Eleven "Time of Dying", Three Days Grace "Secrets", OneRepublic Stories & Art Involving Xaraphyne Stories in chronological order A Day in the Life (How she met Elrioch.) Ghostly Treasure (The spirit world isn't going to be the same after she and Elrioch are done with it!) Eclipse - The Curse (Protecting her young friend Jazziks becomes quite the adventure...) Tales of a Scoundrel: Scourge of the Vile Reef (Xara hears about some competition the Bloodsail have.) Xara's Birthday (Xara's friends gather to celebrate.) Eclipse - Penumbra (She, her friends, and her allies prepare to face down the final threat of the Eclipse.) Eclipse - Reveries (It's not over until they confront what they would rather not.) Vile Reef Exports: Open for Business (Xara meets a long-time rival. Hijinks ensue.) Bloodlines & Blood Magic (Vaande's brother is trouble. Big trouble.) Lies & Flowers (Xara has a secret admirer?) Weakest Moments (Friendship endures despite being tested in one of the most strenuous ways.) Tales of a Scoundrel (and friends): The Big Job (Xara and Fafnir team up unexpectedly.) Around the Fire (Xara tells the story of how she "got" Kathren.) Reaping What You Sow (The climactic story of how Xara's entanglement in Fhen's family ties ends.) The Times In Between (Friends try to comfort Xaraphyne.) Tales of a Scoundrel's Crew: A Simple Exchange (Some gift horses should, in fact, be looked in the mouth.) Xara's Tale of the Eclipse (Years later, Xara tells the story of the Eclipse as she's never told it before.) In the Grim (Xara tries to figure out how to belong in the Grim.) A Grim Heritage (Sandfury) (Xara learns about her biological history.) A short note (Xara withdraws from the Grim and they don't take it well.) *Grim Only* Friends for Tea (Xara and Fhenrir have come out of retirement, and discuss recent events with friends.) Eclipse: Moonlight's Shadow (Something seems to be stirring again. Xara investigates.) Eclipse: The Beginning of the End (Some time before coming out of retirement, Xara ran into Vionora in Shattrath.) Eclipse: Questions (Xara shares her knowledge of the last Eclipse with Leyu'jin and Khorvis before her pet takes matters into her own... jaws.) Eclipse: Broken History (Friends and allies discuss the origins of the curse.) Eclipse: The Beast Within (Xara tries to help a friend before it's too late.) Funeral of a Warrior (A friend is laid to rest.) Eclipse: Battle at the Sunwell (Xara's plan to destroy the black book goes awry.) Eclipse: Progeny (Fhenrir and Xara face Accalia's beasts.) Eclipse: Time to Strike (A plan is hatched to capture Accalia's herald.) Eclipse: The Eclipse (Accalia comes.) Eclipse: Summary (A full summary of the events of the second Eclipse.) Nightmare: The Fall (In the twilight nightmare, Xara and Fhen struggle with the decimation of the Horde.) An Ear for an Ear (Xara comes across an unfortunate incident.) Hollow: The Cavalry (There is nothing Xara wouldn't bet to save Lilliana.) Saros (Xara loses the black book, and her home.)