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[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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[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.]

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[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.]

[With his initial attack failed - to his surprise, honestly. It was a perfect ambush, even if it's harder to capture than kill - he moves in to strike. this time with his spear. It's a quick thrust, with no downtime at all after his reach for her, aimming to hit her in the gut.

Like he just thought, easier to not try to keep people alive. Even if he would be more preferential to that]

Lok'tar ogar!

Lock what now?

[This really isn't the time to be taking things lightly, not when she has no reaction time between that initial attack and the next. She plans to make another sidestep, the spear landing a little off target from her attempt at moving but scoring a hit all the same. Hopefully nothing vital got skewered, but even if it didn't the pain she's feeling and the blood she can see staining her clothing is enough to make her consider the possibility.

The position she's in would make it hard to fold the shotstaff over for an attack, so cryas artes seem to be the way to go. She doesn't have the time to cast something big, so she goes with Pyrogenic Ring. Hopefully it'll at least give her a little more breathing room for at least a second or two.]

[She's casting. He's a warrior, so there's really only one answer to a spellcaster casting, try to break their concentration. That is, pummel the target. He does not react fast enough to not be burned and launched back, but he does react fast enough to pull out his spear with one hand and aim a punch at her jaw (which goes wildly awry due to the push back from the flame spread).

[Good, this gives her enough time to flip the shotstaff and throw out some faster artes. With the incoming attack already poorly aimed from her last arte, another sidestep to get out of the way is possible. She steps backwards this time, adding more room between them and quickly following up with Emission Line to attack from a distance. Should the arte hit then she'll definitely be progressing on to something with a little more power to it.

Though she has the power to at least put up a fight, injury aside, she had no intentions of fighting anything today. Reasoning with a guy who seems bent on attacking her, or if the wound is anything to go off killing her, seems unlikely. However she's going to try and see if she can talk things out between artes.]

Hey big guy, maybe we can work somethin' out?!

Then surrender! [He roars this, as he performs some Warcraft style bullshit. That is, he reflects that blast away from him by batting it with the spear. That damages the integrity of the wood spear a lot and in fact he lets go of it when he does this, but breaks the distance between them to bodily tackle her]

Okay okay, I-- [Oh hell he's coming in to attack again. This calls for another sidestep, but with the speed he's moving and a sudden rip of pain coming from her previous injury she simply can't get completely out of the way fast enough. She's knocked clear to one side, rolling across the floor before propping herself up with her shotstaff. At least she wasn't tackled to the ground with a giant over her.]

Yeesh, I was gonna say I surrender! Look, no more flashy cryas zooming around.

[He turns now, standing over her. If she's surrendered-]

Throw aside your weapon, and remove whatever rings, necklaces, or trinkets you have on your person.

[She really can't throw away the one thing with her that allows her to use her artes, not when he's this close and she knows he can pack a real punch. The Derris Ring also stays, but as it's worn under her gloves she can't see an issue with it.]

Here's an idea, why don't I take a few steps back and set this baby down riiight here?

[Cue her starting to walk backwards slowly and setting her shotstaff against a tree, trying to gain more distance and placing her weapon down in an ideal position to retrive it in the process. If she's allowed to do this then she'll wave her hands at Garrosh to prove she has nothing else on her person.]

Further. Step further from your weapon.

[From that distance, he can't make out a ring under the gloves, but he can see her neck, and he crosses his arms, watching this and pacing to go collect his downed spear]

[Okay, further she goes, taking a couple more steps so her weapon is away to one side and Garrosh is in front of her.]

How's that, happy?

[Whether he's eying her neck as a way planning out how to attack her again or because of her scarf she isn't sure, but either way she goes to untie it, fold it into a ball and throw it over at the tree with her shotstaff. After this she makes another show of her hands, that's it.]

[Hood, that's legit. He exhales and then slumps to his usual stance, standing in place there]

On my Honor, woman, as you've surrendered, you will no be harmed.

Yuh-huh, I think it's a lit-tle late for the whole 'won't be harmed' thing.

[Looking down at the impressive blood stain and the rip in her clothing where the spear went in. Yeowch, it really smarts when you have the time to survey the damage and take in how much it hurts.]

You mind if I fix this up? Ooor try to anyway.

[She hasn't been in contact with Nala long enough to know how the spirit's healing really works, but not being fully prepared hasn't stopped her from trying new techniques in the past.]

That wound won't kill you, will it?

[He's actually genuinely curious. He's killed humans before, but man, are they so fragile as to die from that? It feels like it sometimes, but]

Nah, I've had worse.

[Lasers, giant robots, whacked out monsters and other wildlife... Yeah, she's taken more of a beating than this before.]

But it's not a good idea to go walkin' around with something open like this. So yeah.

[Give her a moment while she covers the wound with her hands and tries concentrating. There's a faint, familiar warm feeling, but whether her attempts at trying filial magic for the first time are working remains to be seen.]

[Huurumph. He'll allow it. He should go grab her weapon and smash it, but he's being merciful all around right now. But, she can use spells that effortlessly? ...she's strong in the elements, or hiding some other trinket. If so, short of ruining her dignity by making her strip, he can't see it. Very well, she's clever too.]

Aaand hey presto, it's done! [She moves her hands away and looks down to see how everything turned out. There's still plenty of blood around, though she knows the magic would do nothing about that, but the wound itself has closed up. It still looks very tender, but for her first try at healing she really can't complain.]

Wow, Cheria's gonna be out of a job if I keep this up. [That was said more to herself than anything, but ahem, anyway.] So what's up big guy?

[Despite the situation she feels as though she can relax a little, given where they're standing and that her injuries have been dealt with.]

[Big guy. She's casual now, and he's not sure if he should take it as courage, false courage (fear or arrogance), or disrespect. He resolves to let it slide for the time being, largely for the practical reason that spell deflection damaged his spear heavily.]

Tell me where your allegiances lie.

[He has, by now (to sort of keep time) probably heard a description of this place from Silver and the guide. But he's still not sure he can trust it, hence defaulting to a more brutal and - in his opinion - more orcish solution]

Huh? [She didn't really get attacked just to be asked a question like that, surely. Still, after a short pause she answers.]

Well uhh, they don't lie with the Malnosso guys? You know, the people who brought you here and slap those wingamajigs on your back.

[She's running with the assumption that this guy is new and that's why he attacked her out of nowhere in the first place. Hopefully she didn't just get unlucky and run into a dude that's full time crazy, new or not.]

[Well given he's naked aside from slightly small cotton pants, that seems legit. But...]

And where do they?

[Hey now, don't question the fashion choices of the guy that towers over you and has already left a hole in your side.]

The Malnosso guys are all over the place so I don't even know. There are some of 'em who are trying to get us home and then there was this guy aaages ago, mister Sunny Count guy, who was all 'woo mice mice mice', and sometimes we go off on missions to poke the droids and fight wars against the super-winged Third Party...

[Trailing off. You know what explains things way better than her? The guide, yup.]

If you have your little book thingy with you then just take a peek in there.

You misunderstand! I care nothing for nuances within the Malnosso, because I already know they are my enemies. I ask again where yours lie.

Eep!

[Geeze, can she call her relationship with Asbel, Sophie and everyone else an allegiance? She's actually struggling here.]

They lie wiiith... Asbel? Who's a totally great guy and isn't your enemy, so don't go trying to attack him or anything!

And not to the Alliance? Or the Twilight's Hammer, or even the meddlers of Dalaran?

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