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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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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?

The Alliance? Uhh, sorry, I don't know any of those guys. They're probably just groups that are all special and whatever to your world, so there's no way I'd be a part of any of 'em.

[He rumbles something in the back of his throat and nods. He considers a moment, before leaning forward somewhat and deciding to press the path]

And why does "Asbel" hold your loyalty?

We kinda helped saved the world together.

[And he took this swirly purple-black thing into his body so Sohpie didn't have to go all Protos Heis up in Ephinea. So yup, he's a pretty cool guy to her.]

And is he your commander? Your comrade in arms? What great foes did you fell to save your world, woman?

Nah, I mean, he's a real close friend, so I guess he's some sorta super comrade. And we totally stopped this dude called Lambda who was suckin' all the eleth away which would make the world, well... Die.

[Uhh.] But I guess none of that means much to you, huh?

[Not hugely, because he doesn't know eleth. But even as she says it, it doesn't sound entirely different from other threats which have faced both Azeroth and Draenor. In a way, he thinks of a battle he didn't fight, but his father played a part in (he romanticizes): The Battle of Mt Hygal.

And so, he laughs. He kek hahahaha.]

I do not know your world, but I do know of threats to worlds, and those who have stood up to the evils which threaten them. [He would say he would want to meet Asbel. But. She's either a "high" elf or a human, so...] "Asbel" must be strong.

[Oh he's laughing, cool! Or coughing awkwardly... Well whatever, she manages a laugh of her own, albeit a rather nervous sounding one since 'ahaha the guy who attacked me is laughing yeah okay just go with it'.]

Yuh-huh, you bet. He's the kind of guy who does all sorts of cool slashy-kicky stuff up front. I get up in people's faces too sometimes, but I kick butt with more green swirlys and curly-wurly flashy stuff than he does.

[That was more gibberish than you'd hear out of a goblin. His mirth fades a little, and he feels a growl welling up int he back of his throat]

And now, woman, have you see any orcs in this land?

Nope. [Not that she knows what an orc is.]

Is that what you are big guy, an orc?

Of course! A proud orc of the Horde!

[Warchief. He should toot his own horn, but he doesn't for now]

Uh huh, cool. [Not too impressed with that, sorry. At least she knows for certain now that she hasn't seen another orc around.]

So you're an orc guy and I'm Pascal. [Just slipping her name in there.] Since we're kinda talkin' more now, is there anything else you wanted to know?

[Or was she really just attacked so this guy could find out about her allegiances. Gosh rude.]

Do not call me "orc guy," call me "Warcief" or by my name, Garrosh Hellscream!

[Boldly. Strong like. ]

[She repeats the name over to herself, mulling it over.]

Okay, Garrosh it is then! [But really, if he's an orc than she sees no trouble with 'orc guy'. Oh well.] That's a snazzy title you've got there, 'Warchief'.

[It would be a cool title, but when you attack a person you get a severe reduction in coolness.]

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