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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.]
[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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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]
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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.]
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And where do they?
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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.
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[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!
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And why does "Asbel" hold your loyalty?
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[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.]
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[Uhh.] But I guess none of that means much to you, huh?
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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.
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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.
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And now, woman, have you see any orcs in this land?
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Is that what you are big guy, an orc?
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[Warchief. He should toot his own horn, but he doesn't for now]
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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.]
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[Boldly. Strong like. ]
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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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That's good, isn't it? Wanting to bring your people into a better future despite all the experimenty stuff and the wingification? You don't need to get all mad over it, just help your guys out once you get back.
[It's not like anything will change in the time it takes to go back anyway.]
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[Not that she doubts Asbel's skills when it comes to kicking ass, but anyway.]
'Once' you get back kinda means 'when you're sent home', which could be... Years? I mean, there are lotsa people workin' on getting home by doing missions and crap, but right now it seems like the only way out is waiting until the Malnosso poof you back.
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