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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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[There's a small sound in the back of his throat which might be approval. That's rare, that a human would commit to something like that. Or at least, it is in Garrosh's mind. For his part though, he just starts to laugh a little. It's only a short one kek hahaha- but then his voice becomes amused. Deep, grave sounding, but amused]

Many in Luceti appear to be content to sully their pride by living in shelter provided by an enemy.

[...That is certainly an interesting laugh, but Sakura is far from intimidated. There are few things in Luceti that intimidate her, and she's bathed with a dragon, so...this is a perfectly normal conversation for her. She does prob the sandbags so they're both upright, though, more because it feels awkward to carry on a conversation while carrying such a load.

She herself resides indoors, but she's not offended in the least.]

There are those among us who do not consider the Malnosso to be our enemies. I am not one of them, but the situation here is both delicate and complex.

I see nothing complex about an enemy which traps beings from many worlds in this "enclosure," not to mention the "experiments" I was forewarned about. [His voice rises now, the fury welling up in him again While that first part was even, this next part is shouted] What point is there is delicacy when the obvious fact of their domination exists?!

If one narrows their vision to view only their own experiences, they will only see one truth. They may be our captors, but there are residents of Luceti who no longer live back home. For them, this is a second chance at life. There are others who also come from oppressive worlds [herself included, not that her tone indicates such] who have many opportunities here they would lack elsewhere. [She shakes her head. She's not angry or intimidated in the slightest; he may yell at her, but she does not move or flinch. If it comes down to a fight, she will pull no punches, but her gaze will remain firm until then.] There is a difference in using what our captors offer us and submitting to them.

Have they no pride?! If they are liberated to be imprisoned again, they should seek greater liberation. If they are revived to life, they ought to use that life, not sit in apathy under a ruler's thumb! [there's a low growl in the back of his throat. He's projecting his own situation. His fist thumbs hard against his chest, his armor jangling some as he does this]

If they cannot see that truth, then they must be made to see it.

There is one other thing. [She's avoided saying it thus far, but...she may have given that impression.] The Malnosso are not our true captors. There is something else that draws us to this world. It is the work of the Malnosso to place us in enclosures, but this is done for our own protection. There are others outside the enclosures who would see us permanently killed to "free" us from this place. I have seen these hostiles with my own eyes. It is fact that they wish for us to die. [This is why she says the situation is delicate.] I do not say that our situation is ideal; I only say that it is complicated.

I do not see any complications in that scenario. First, the Malnosso will be crushed, and then the enemy they arrogantly think they protect us from will be slaughtered, and finally, whatever evil binds us to this world will be dealt with! If I find anyone with spines and a strong heart in this enclosure, I'll be sure to make that happen!

You do not see because you do not look. [This conversation has gotten too serious. She sees there's no point in talking to him on such matters much longer.] That is all there is to say. I wish you safety on your journey.

You're confident [Though as he says it, it's clear he means "arrogant"] to question the Warchief of the Horde.

[And he sneers a moment, before he considers just drawing his ax and cutting her down. He's had a foul day besides, and so for a second there's killing intention. But he reigns it in, exhaling hard and then inclining his head]

What's your name, woman?

[She knows exactly what he means, but hey, she pretty much called him ignorant, so she kind of had it coming.

He would also find her very difficult to cut down at all. It is the best choice in the long run.]

I am Sakura Oogami. [To some, she's known as the Ogre. To others, she's just another captive here.] And how is it that I should address you?

Garrosh Hellscream is my name. You aren't a member of the Horde, so I won't insist on the title I hold.

[Evenly. Where the hell is the Horde here]

[She'd have used it if he did insist, but alas.]

Very well, Garrosh Hellscream. Until we meet again.

[And only slightly annoyed by his stubbornness, she effortlessly lifts her sandbags and walks past him into the village.]

[She smirks to himself in a way even his closest friends (wait, he has friends?) couldn't identify the exact source of as he turns to head into the snowy wilderness. Stubborn, and too even tempered if he has anything to say with it, but yet another impressive specimen today. This world seems to be full of them]

[It is not an encounter she is likely to forget, either. For now, though, she has other things to attend to.]

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wow what a silly thing to do that to us

blame the flu for my second bout of late i'm sorry

it's cool, it's cool

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