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[gorehowl]

[Action]
[Garrosh appeared in the forest. An unfamiliar but lush forest. It's clearly not Ashenvale and it's not any other one he's familiar with, but there's game to be found and it's pleasant. But it is also certainly not Durotar, he's alone, with no gear or weapon and his back is pain. Still, instinct drives him: the first thing an orc needs, be it on Azeroth or in Outland, is some sort of weapon. He scouts around for a sturdy looking branch and a sharp seeming rock to fashion himself, with an hour or so's work, a primitive spear. With this supplementing his eight foot tall, muscular (and tattooed) brown form, he's better off.

...Aside from the weird partial polymorph on his back. He doesn't know magic (at least no well), so while pride dictates he'd prefer not to have these wings, with no immediate implication the black things are a detriment to him and (from when he reached to try to tug on them) the realization that they are sensitive, he's resolved to ignore him until he can force answers out of a mage.

So, the massive but quiet (he is a skilled hunter, after all) man is now skulking in the forest. Both to find something to eat, and to find answers (being as how he ignored the journal at his feet originally, oops). So if you're in the forest, particularly if you're not an orc or troll or goblin or tauren or look like any of those, expect to be hunted. It might be dangerous, but he is looking to question, not kill, at the moment. Probably.

He will, of course, probably make it to town eventually, and when he does you'll also see him going to the Smithy and then promptly back out of town with his gear in hand, following the rivers and going up to survey the mountains/more of the forest over the next few days, camping as he goes. So if you'd like to chime in there, that's possible too.]

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[Action] (of COURSE I'm going to be dumb enough to throw Derek at him)

[rather_be_surfing]

[Derek's been here a few days now, but he's no less settled than he was when he got here. Sure, he has a place to stay, there's a few people he'd at least consider talking to again, and he's read the journal guide by now, at least a few times. He's also managed to grab his own notebook from the general store so he can start 'thinking'. But over all, he's just uneasy and restless.

Remembering that the one girl from the bar had told him that he'd gone out hunting when he was here 'before', he figures that's as good an activity as any while he tried to settle a few more things for himself. It was something familiar, at least. And he'd be able to work things out without other people around.

At the moment, he's very carefully and very silently following the tracks of a stag he'd spotted a half hour before. He hadn't been the one to spook it--that had been the courtesy of something else in the forest that had in turn set off a murder of crows--but he figured it would be good practice anyway.

Thanks to his training as a vampire hunter, he is aware when the forest falls silent, feels the familiar tingle up his spine that tells him he is not alone, and he follows that instinct, crouching low beside a snowy boulder and a tangle of underbrush. He does't know if it's animal or another resident that has wandered close; either way, he wanted to make sure of what it was before he let himself be seen.

Problem being that whatever it was seemed to be just as good as him at staying out of sight.]

[Action] ahahah

[gorehowl]

[Garrosh's form is large, bulky, and normally he wears heavy armor with a lot of chains and wields an ax almost full as big as a small human. This might be seen as an indication he cannot be stealthy. ...This is not the case. He's no rogue, of course, and outside of the wilderness there's no way he could manage this level of relative anonymity (he'd never pull it off in, for example, a city) but right now, crouched himself with his spear held tight. He is, fortunately, downwind of the human and off to his left.

At least, he assumes it's a human. It's not like he caught more than a glimpse of the form, but it was pale enough and tall enough it's a human or an elf. And the fact is, anyone else "with him" in a situation like this is most likely an enemy.

He doesn't have a clear shot to charge or to throw his spear at the moment though. Instead, he remains crouched in spot, straining his eyes to try to get a fix on the prey. He's not quite patient enough to wait indefinitely for the other to move first, but he can wait long enough to assess the situation]

[Action] *Insert smiley here*

[rather_be_surfing]

[Derek holds his position, hoping that whatever it is breaks cover soon. The thought that he had nothing on him but whatever fallen branches might be around comes to mind, and he feels just a twinge of unease. If it's an animal, then treeing himself would be a relatively decent short term fix, as long as it couldn't follow him up.

If it's another resident, then in theory, he should be able to show himself without repercussion. He'd read enough to know that altercations between the residents of Luceti were pretty rare, sans experiments or people that just didn't get along.

Still, caution dictated he go slow. He wasn't about to make a free target of himself. Making sure there was a climbable tree in reach, he peered, ever so carefully, out into the clearing toward where he thought whatever it was might be hiding.]

...If you're sentient, let me know. I'm just tracking a stag right now.

[There, short and to the point. If it were an animal, it would either freeze up, bolt, or attack. If it were another resident, they should at least answer him. In theory.]

[tsuntrader]

[That. That is a giant... Whatever it is.

Silver and Sneasel were casually sitting on a lower tree branch in the forest, but once Sneasel perks up the two of them try to get a better look at the giant odd looking man that's headed in their direction. Whether or not he should say something is still something he's debating.

...The silence in Garrosh's movements reminds him of Moro...]

[gorehowl]

[Unfortunately, there's no scent from Silver, because he's upwind of the guy. This is not to say he's spacially unaware by any means, but it's why he doesn't spot him yards off. Instead, it's only once he's about twenty feet from the base of the tree he senses something and then looks up to see a young... elf? Not a blood elf, the eyes aren't green. Maybe one of their stubbornly denying "high" ilk]

[tsuntrader]

[...Huge... Guy...

And he's been noticed. In that case, it's probably better to say something.

Besides, it looks like...]

Are you new here?

[dragmire]

[Following the river to the southern lake will eventually lead to a solitary house, presently inhabited by Ganondorf. Planted in the ground is a two handed long sword while its owner stands by the bank of the river. He is in the middle of a daily ritual. Namely, he is pushing himself to his limits as he summons his most powerful magic. His goal is to make up for the limitations placed on him by the barrier.

When Garrosh arrives, Ganondorf is in the middle of casting several chains of lightning at the lake. What's significant is that each time he does it, he sends continuous bolts of lightning in ten second intervals before pausing. Ten seconds is not merely enough.]

[gorehowl]

[Really, there's no need to be subtle as he comes upon this. He had just been exploring, now with Gorehowl and his armor on him, to see this. There's a man practicing his magic. A mage or perhaps, hah, even a shaman. He can't help but wonder what the elements feel like in this world, were the spirits speak freely to anyone who'll listen and where wrongness reigns outside this barrier. Probably similar to the spirits of Outland, he muses.

Still.

This one isn't a human, and freankly, whole his original thought it "orc" he dismisses that. Really, he looks like some strange upright cross between an orc and a troll. Still, he steps in, making his appearance known by the jangle of all the chains on his normal aromor]

[dragmire]

[Ganondorf notes the sound of chains immediately. It brings his spellcasting to an immediate halt. He does not turn around all at once, but it does give him pause when he spots the orc over the edge of his shoulder. Normally he would dismiss any 'guests', but this one is interesting. With a flourish of his cape, he turns fully so he can size this creature up.

Immediately he recalls King Bulblin. A powerful creature that led his bulblin armies. Large, powerfully built, and easily manipulated. However, this creature was not like any that Ganondorf had encountered before. It was new and not among his forces. All the same, he senses potential.]

It would be unwise to continue your approach. You trespass on my domain.

[castbytheglyph]

[Wow Garrosh, you're a pretty scary dude. If Pascal didn't have her eyes closed and wasn't currently concentrating on something else then she might have picked up on something sneaking around in the forest. But she does, is and therefore does not.

Right now she's out in a little clearing, shotstaff in hand and talking to herself.]

Y'know Nala, you spirit guys aren't half bad! The guys back home were a bit more talky-talky than you, but you have the whole mental image thing going. It's pretty cool!

[She's aware you don't actually need to talk to contact the spirits, but this is Pascal just doing her own thing. The shotstaff isn't necessary either, again it's just Pascal being Pascal.]

[gorehowl]

[A human female. Or an elf- the ears and eyebrows are both small, but her hair screams elf. Either way, he wasn't aware either had a spiritual bent, because she sounds like she's being a shaman. But that just means she's a caster, and - with almost no clothes and only a wooden spear - he'll need to reach accordingly.

That is, leaping into the clearing with one abrupt charge to take hold of her by the neck and choke her with one hand so she can't speak to her elements. Or such is his intention.]

[castbytheglyph]

[Well this was a shock. Her eyes fly open in time to catch sight of something huge barreling towards her, something she definitely hadn't expected when she set out to talk to the spirits today.

In one quick movement she sidesteps away, still standing pretty close but out of the way of getting choked for now.]

Whoah, what's with you!?

[The shotstaff is gripped tightly now in her hands, ready to be used to defend herself.]

[Action]

[mountain_sage]

[Saleh is out in the forest, taking a break from his patrol. Right now, he's just sitting quietly in front of a tree, practicing his Valega as usual. His sack lay beside him, while his healing staff is set across his lap, with one hand holding it gently.]

[Action]

[gorehowl]

[Skulking through the forest, Garrosh is by now with some "small" game. A deer, over his shoulder and looking for a good spot for a fire. He's still barely dressed and all, but yeah, seeing the clearing this human is in... It's a good spot. He sets the deer down in some bush, and quietly goes to circle around the camp. Basically no sound and all]

[Action]

[mountain_sage]

[Saleh is still too deep in his contemplation to notice anything creeping around, especially as stealthily as Garrosh is at the moment. So he doesn't budge at all.]

[action aw yeah]

[merelychewed]

[By now, Garrosh has probably realized he's not the only one out here hunting. This particular hunter, however, is no human. He'll know all too well that he's there when a massive shadow passes by overhead, snow and ice knocked from the treetops with the passing wind he makes.

It isn't until something explodes from the bushes far ahead of the orc, making a run for it, that Draco leaves the sky. He crashes down into the forest after it. The ground shakes at the impact, there's a squeal. A boar, perhaps?

In any case, a dragon just landed somewhere nearby! One of no particularly familiar color, if Garrosh managed to look up quick enough to see him pass. Brownish of some kind, at best. Have fun with that.]

[action] for u

[gorehowl]

[yeah by now, mercifully, he has his armor and Gorehowl, so seeing (of all things) a dragon - one which looks nothing like a red or a green or even a blue he immediately takes his father's ax in hand as he's in the area of the beast. He's (unfortunately) upwind of the creature, so it will no doubt have smelled him, so he merely makes ready for battle]

[contestconqueror]

[Since it has been reasonably nice out the past few days, Ruby has decided to use the reprieve from normal winter weather to take his water pokemon for an outing to play in the deeper parts of the river where the ice has thawed.

So, here we have a Ruby with a tripod tucked under one arm and a scrapbook tucked in the other. Two enormous fish monsters are trailing behind him. The larger one is undulating through the air like it ain't no thang to gravity's pull. ...Oh and there's also a hyena too. He has his whole glittering entourage with him today.

Ruby's following along the bank of the river till he finds a portion that's thawed, blissfully unaware that he might not be alone. What even do, Garrosh. What even do?]

[gorehowl]

[That's a child and a hyena of some sort, something which looks almost like a fungal giant or a large murloc or maybe even a less mossy bog beast. But the real prize is the snake - a more fleshy mana wrym or wind serpent. Either way far more impressive than either of those other ones. And they're following the child?

Garrosh has by now gotten his armor and his ax and the story here. Still there some need for stealth, but not as much as before. So... he's just going to walk on out of his hiding spot, chain jingling and looking as impressive as ever.]

Boy, how did you tame these beasts?

[sugarglitch]

[Woah, huge guy in the village! He looks kinda like something from one of those scarier, violent games Ralph and the Sarge and Fix-It always told her to stay away from.

So of course, Vanellope follows him from a few yards away. She glitches closer when his pace is a bit too fast for her. For some reason he looked like he wanted to be out of the village ASAP or something.]

[gorehowl]

[Oh he did. Really, he just took Derek to the Battle Dome, then he's off to the Smithy to get his armor and ax (insulted he needs to do that at all) and then he'll be on his merry way. Right now he doesn't yet have the armor and ax, instead being unarmed as the wood spear he made was damaged.

...Still, someone is following him. He allows it briefly, but after he's almost to the plaza he turns to look down at the one doing that]

[wannabolt]

[Somewhere in the forest, Garrosh may find an unusual sight. Surveying the trees, Rainbow Dash hovers in a small circle, her eyes occasionally darting towards the sky. She brings a hoof to her chin, and lets out a soft 'hm'.]

Yeah... this oughta work. If I can turn these two trees into a giant slingshot, then I'll totally be able to perfect my new stunt!

[Yes, it talks in the voice of a young woman. No, you're not going senile.]

...But where the heck am I gonna find a strip of rubber that huge?

[She must not have heard or noticed Garrosh because she's fully content to keep surveying her surroundings, blisfully unaware.]

[gorehowl]

[...What manner of beast is that. Seriously. But he watches this, curious in spite of himself in lurking in a bush, spear in hand. The beast doesn't look like it has worthwhile meat, so he should move on (he's gotten enough answers to be moving on with anyway) Still...

He's curious.

So he'll watch a moment longer, weighing his options]

[maidenhearted]

[As Garrosh is leaving town, he'll run into Sakura coming back into town from her training. Clad in a sweatshirt and sweatpants for optimizing her cold weather work-outs, she may look even more masculine than usual. What may be of even more interest is that she's carrying two heavy sandbags, one under each arm. They do not look like something a human should be lifting so casually.

All she can think is that this strange-looking man deserves a greeting, just as anyone else would.]

Good evening. ... You have fine taste in camping equipment.

[gorehowl]

[No, no it does not. Actually, given her size, stature, and apparently strength (not to mention her skin tone) he actually briefly glances at her more appraising than he normally would a human. Because, for a split-second, he mistakes her for an orc, and moreover, a Mag'har orc.

However, that's dismissed with one look at her face. She has no tusks, and her nose is pointed instead of her ears. Or maybe his, actually, given this is also a human... or at least some species which isn't an orc.

In any case. Garrosh isn't sure if he should take that as sarcasm or not. After all, he's just got his armor, Gorehowl, a knife for cleaning fallen game, a hatchet to chop wood and a shortbow (okay, so it's a normal bow, but it looks like a shortbow on him) with a quiver to hunt game.

He decides, though, because this one is being polite and his rage has somewhat abetted from earlier today, he'll be more polite than he usually would be]

Mok'ra. [A beat] And why are you holding those bags?