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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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[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.]

It is one that bears a great responsibility, one that I wear with pride - in accepting it I've accepted to see my people through to a better future, regardless of the circumstances. Including- [And his voice rises now, the fury bubbling up in him again] Being taken to this world!

[Eek, simmer down bro.]

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.]

"Once" I get back. This prison has an inevitable escape, or will your "Asbel" kill these oppressors as well?

It's not as easy as going in and beating some guy up, y'know?

[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.

Are you content to wait, woman? [With a growl going in the back of his throat. That idea is terrible to him]

Well I sure didn't plan to come here, but I'm learnin' lots of cool stuff and meeting new friends. [Which she'll forget as soon as she goes home- But she hears that growl there.] I'm guessing that wouldn't be good enough for you to wait it out though, huh?

Why would it be enough for anyone! [He makes a fist now, at nothing in particular, and raises it at the air] To be held like this is insulting to any warrior's spirit!

I've got plenty of fighting spirit in me, but it's not offended or anything like that. It's kinda just sitting around while the learning and exploring spirit in me get their fill of awesome new info.

There is no campaign which was ever won waiting! The fact you accept that as a solution is... [He breaks off into a growl and stomps two steps forward. He feels the need to crush her skull. But he did say he wouldn't harm her further...]

[Oh geeze, no. For each step Garrosh takes, she takes one towards the tree where her shotstaff is resting.]

Hey, even with all the cool doodads and dongles around it's not like I dont wanna go home! But you've just gotta hang around until new missions show up, then you can do less sitting and more kapew-pow sorta stuff.

Missions?! [That's thundered. As she takes that step, he considers charging. But no, no. Reign it in, Garrosh]

Yup, missions!! [As long as he doesn't come any close then he can shout all he wants, as startling as it is!]

You put your name down, go help with whatever needs helping with and you're one step closer to getting back. S'easy!

At whose whims?!

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