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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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I am Ganondorf. I owe my allegiance to no one. As for my domain, it is little more than this small stretch of land within this wretched prison. Small though it may be, I do not lightly suffer intrusion.

[But he made no move of aggression. His sword remained several feet away, still planted in the ground. Though he was keenly aware of exactly where it was, he was not anxious to claim it. Not while the stranger was stopped and for the moment, not acting in aggression.]

[...Hah. He finds he likes this guy's style already] And I am Garrosh Hellscream. I will perhaps come to conquer this domain of yours, but that is not this day. [Evenly, his eyes surveying the scene lightly again]

What use have you made of this land?

[He gives the brute credit for his arrogance and bluntness, but Ganondorf bristles at the threat.]

You will find its taking to be most difficult, even if it is of little use. It provides nothing more than shelter and privacy. I did not savor living among the villagers.

[Okay there we go - that's something he'd been thinking too, even if he's not a day in. Still, he's going to ask someone who has no doubt lived here longer-]

Why?

They are a people of excess. They spend their time in idle festivities, throwing banquets and dances so as to bide their time. They prioritize their bonds, brief as they are, over all other pursuits. They are a frivolous people.

[Ganondorf is anything but. Oh, sure, he looks regal. But everything he does is with meticulous purpose. It basically boils down to two things. He hates nearly everyone in Luceti and he wants to keep his secrets to himself.]

[He'd thought as much - his brief walk around the village had seen it to be too domestic and too generally, well, peaceful for the situation at hand. He looks around the area briefly before speaking next]

More than that, the supplies for these celebrations come from the very keepers of this enclosure, do they not?

The Malnosso attend to all needs.

[Regardless, it didn't stop Ganondorf from eating the food provided. There was little reason not to.]

And despite bountiful resources in this forest alone, they live as cattle?

[His voice is starting to rumble, just a bit]

[Anger. Ye the creature is remaining calm. He is clearly not so easily driven by primal urges as the usual beasts that Ganondorf has enslaved. No, he's more intelligent than that.]

They have been stripped of hope and ambition. They have written elaborate guides so that those who follow them will be quick to do the same as well.

I've read one such guide. [Simply, and then he considers a moment before-] Would you consider the "guide" to be false, Ganondorf?

It is entirely accurate, without error. They may be cattle, but they are not deceitful. It is not in facts that it is wrong. Merely intent.

[...] Why do you not lead them, then?

Do not be fooled by their appearances. Many among them are powerful. Perhaps more powerful than you. They are arrogant as well. They will not be led, because they cannot be led. In this the Malnosso are most clever. They have united many of the greatest of all worlds into this one place. They know only how to do things their own way. They cannot follow.

[Ganondorf realizes he himself being no exception. He may bend a knee for a deception, but never in earnest.]

The greatest of many worlds... [Powerful. More powerful than him? It's not impossible, in single combat, the Lich King was superior to him. Deathwing surely was. But if anything, his lips curl into a sort of sneer as he thinks about this. The strongest. Sure, there are no orcs he's seen yet. Sure, this cannot be for the people] We shall see about that. Supplied with the natural resources I have seen thus far, and the power you speak of [And he's fought, to some extent] there is an army to be made.

Not yet. They have not yet been fully broken. Only then will they be an army. It remains only a question of whether they will serve the Malnosso, the cultists, or someone new.

[Someone like Ganondorf.]

Broken? Armies of true power are not broken, but united in purpose an direction. They fight for honor and glory, and the prosperity of those they represent, brought about by the annihilation of the enemy. An army that is "broken" in spirit has already lost their battles.

This army will not be united. Not until they have been broken and built up again, more powerful than they are now. Until they, they will serve only their own purpose.

You have been trapped in this enclosure all this time. [Or at least, long enough to claim a domain. Longer than him. His lips now form a grimace] Perhaps your will has been damaged by it.

You need not worry about my will. My ambitions are much more long term. I'm a patient man.

Patience is one thing, but inaction is another. [Thrall, he thinks of. Immediately. But this man doesn't have Thrall's aura.] Have you accomplished much, sitting in your Domain?

I have begun making necessary steps. But I do not intend to tell you more than that.

I hear only excuses in those words. [And with that accusatory statement, he laughs a bit to himself to turn and... well. He plans to just go back into the forest and respect this guy's domain. For now. Like he said]

I cannot change what you hear, Hellscream. May your time of naivety be brief.

[He watches the orc leave. He has no intention of turning his back until he is sure that has has left.]

[Naivety, pls. He growls at that, but he doesn't turn. It would turn his autocratic strut-stomp out. So he'll just keep up the strut and leave there]

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