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[On Garrosh's first day he learned quite a bit. Not what the people of this enclosure seemed to want him or expect him to learn, but he learned all the same. The people here were powerful, but listless. Strong, but weak in spirit. Or perhaps, their spirit was not channeled properly. It was not focused. They were warriors, but they must be from soft worlds. Worlds which has not gone through the likes of his own. The Nexus War. The Lich King. The Shattering. Azeroth was a land of conflict, and it forged its people - particularly the Horde - towards one purpose: war. Those who he had talked to here clearly feared war, and that fear prevented them from making the logical conclusions he had beginning to draw. They had told him the situation was complicated or delicate even as they had begun to rot in apathy.
He would change them.]
[Action A]
[But he couldn't do that before he knew what he had to work with. It was the dead of winter, in a climate which he was in no way used to. Still, he had survived off the land as best he could and circled around most of the barrier on the village's side of the mountains. He'd traversed some in the mountains as well, and as a result of that (plus Saleh's knife) he now sported a crudely made pouch and cloak of hides and furs. The other item he took (Silver's journal) had since been discarded near the barracks.
Because he took one of their "teleporters" (a brilliant mage's invention, more sturdy seeming than a portal, but more jarring) to the beach. In his armor and the cloak, he walks the shoreline through the cold and snow, going up onto the (stone? He approves) docks to look at the various ships there. He contemplates taking one to take to the seas, but thinks better of it. He has no crew, and it is winter. Still, he'll probably be at least contemplating boarding them if no one stops him.]
[Action B]
[Probably on a different day from his farm adventures, and pulling his cloak tight about him, Garrosh is making his way towards the farmlands. Obviously, he does not expect anything to be in season in this cold and snow, but he wants to see with his own eyes what the operation looks like.
Perhaps meet a farmer and inquire what is grown, and in what amount. Go into the barns and see the livestock. He needs to know what infrastructure already exists before he knows if his army-to-be can be fed. After all, there's no mining operations as far as he can tell, so they will need some work. He can only hope it's less than he's honestly beginning to expect.]
[Action C]
[And finally, back to the village. He has no intention of staying, but as most of the possible soldiers (he has to keep reminding himself they are indeed that, what with it being so full of humans) live here, he needs to spend some time here to know them. Know their strengths, their customs, as deplorable as they already have proved themselves to be what with the apathy inherent in this village life.
So, on this night, he makes his way into Good Spirits, again following the map, and once inside sheds his fur cloak for a hanger. He does not get out of his armor though, and did not put Gorehowl away. Let the humans see the ax and Mannoroth's tusks on his shoulders. Let them be impressed. He'll just go get a drink. He intends to socialize (that's the point of being here) but the minute he steps inside the stench of the place insults him, putting him in a foul mood. It'll be an uphill battle.]
[Run into him in any places (the docks (A), the farmland (B) or the bar (C)) as it pleases you. the timeline of this post is sort of nebulous: feel free to assume any time between now and the start of fourth wall.]
He would change them.]
[Action A]
[But he couldn't do that before he knew what he had to work with. It was the dead of winter, in a climate which he was in no way used to. Still, he had survived off the land as best he could and circled around most of the barrier on the village's side of the mountains. He'd traversed some in the mountains as well, and as a result of that (plus Saleh's knife) he now sported a crudely made pouch and cloak of hides and furs. The other item he took (Silver's journal) had since been discarded near the barracks.
Because he took one of their "teleporters" (a brilliant mage's invention, more sturdy seeming than a portal, but more jarring) to the beach. In his armor and the cloak, he walks the shoreline through the cold and snow, going up onto the (stone? He approves) docks to look at the various ships there. He contemplates taking one to take to the seas, but thinks better of it. He has no crew, and it is winter. Still, he'll probably be at least contemplating boarding them if no one stops him.]
[Action B]
[Probably on a different day from his farm adventures, and pulling his cloak tight about him, Garrosh is making his way towards the farmlands. Obviously, he does not expect anything to be in season in this cold and snow, but he wants to see with his own eyes what the operation looks like.
Perhaps meet a farmer and inquire what is grown, and in what amount. Go into the barns and see the livestock. He needs to know what infrastructure already exists before he knows if his army-to-be can be fed. After all, there's no mining operations as far as he can tell, so they will need some work. He can only hope it's less than he's honestly beginning to expect.]
[Action C]
[And finally, back to the village. He has no intention of staying, but as most of the possible soldiers (he has to keep reminding himself they are indeed that, what with it being so full of humans) live here, he needs to spend some time here to know them. Know their strengths, their customs, as deplorable as they already have proved themselves to be what with the apathy inherent in this village life.
So, on this night, he makes his way into Good Spirits, again following the map, and once inside sheds his fur cloak for a hanger. He does not get out of his armor though, and did not put Gorehowl away. Let the humans see the ax and Mannoroth's tusks on his shoulders. Let them be impressed. He'll just go get a drink. He intends to socialize (that's the point of being here) but the minute he steps inside the stench of the place insults him, putting him in a foul mood. It'll be an uphill battle.]
[Run into him in any places (the docks (A), the farmland (B) or the bar (C)) as it pleases you. the timeline of this post is sort of nebulous: feel free to assume any time between now and the start of fourth wall.]
[Action]
[He lands back on the stone dock next to Garrosh again, floating down quickly, catching himself with his right foot and balancing out on the left.]
Unless you have any other questions, I'll be on my way. [Thinking about being trapped here put him in a sour mood again, and he's ready to get some peace and quiet to himself now that he's acquainted himself with this new creature, this orc.]
[Action]
Your name?
[Action]
[He takes a glance back up, eyes intense with that irritated glare he always carried in them.]
Vegeta. Prince of all Saiyans. [He pauses.]
And yours?
[Action]
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A leader of an entire people, am I correct, Warchief Hellscream?
[Action]
[If he's going to give him titles like that, he'll give Vegeta titles. To be fair. He's a flying guy, after all]
[Action]
[He thinks it's once species, after all. Possibly all orcs? He would have said orcs though if that were the case, wouldn't he of?]
[Action]
[This is all and over-glorified vision, really, but whatever]
[Action]
So everything from Halloween is a reality in your world then?
[Action]
[He just ignores the Halloween thing. It's gibberish in the face of a matter of pride]
I feel like Vegeta's going "Are you my dad?" at this point XD
[So he stands there for a second to let the orc get his speech out, one he so fervently believed in. The Prince definitely can't fault him for being so proud and so sure of himself. His race had its own war, the Saiyan-Tuffle war; so it was understood.]
Well if you keep that attitude up then I'm sure you will. And this Deathwing sounds like one big tough guy! [He's smirking again, because Vegeta honestly thinks he could probably take on whatever it is Garrosh is talking about single-handedly, like every obstacle he came across. Though it would probably end up in failure for him against the corrupted Aspect of Earth.]
hahaha said the man twenty years older
[But more importantly, seriously, the Alliance. He puffs out his chest some here, grinning before he breaks onto the next thing. He decides, despite his appearance, he likes the Prince]
And so too will the Alliance. Nothing will remain to chain down the Horde.
YOU'RE THE CELL AREN'T YOU this will be awkward if you're not
I'm sure this Alliance won't stand a chance. [Said pretty flat toned, and uninterested, but truthfully. They'd have to be packing something pretty incredible to deal with creatures such as the Warchief, let's be real here. The orc could easily rip off most creature's heads if he wanted to, by those looks.]
And what makes you think you're going to be able to beat this Deathwing and this Alliance you speak of?
NO?? I DON'T THINK SO
And Deathwing... is arrogant just as the Lich King was. He will fall just the same.
ha..haaaa.....hmmmm....i can explain >.>;
You're definitely not in Azeroth anymore.
[His head is cocked to the side now, peering at Garrosh. The orc really let loose, and it was a lot to take in- but he gets it, mostly, though he might not remember all the names.
Ooookay!!
But I am in a world at war. [That's low and ragged, as if trying to keep lid on his next explosion] And that means that there is a victory we can attain! A victory that will return me to Azeroth!
XD i was assuming off of when i was receiving tags, yours and his were close
Namely Vegeta's.]Listen, don't you think you should figure out exactly who the enemy is first before you go off and get yourself killed? [Vegeta isn't even sure himself, though he's pretty irritated with the Malnosso and doesn't trust them as far as his wife could throw them.] I hope you don't think that tiny axe you've got there is going to be the sole reason we defeat anything!
Oh that makes sense
An army that I will start recruiting soon!
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[His arms are angrily folded back across his chest at this. It made sense that he would want to do that to the Saiyan, given what Garrosh has provided about himself. But that bloodthirst for battle, to win, to be the dominant race of people, ruling over all; he knew it well. Would it end simply there? But the orc has done nothing yet. All words.]
But most importantly, what makes you think anyone is going to want to join your little army of misfits? You don't exactly come off as approachable. [Vegeta proabably couldn't be hypocriting harder right now.]
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Are you satisfied with this world as it is?
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So there's really no need for you to be wasting your time, Warchief Hellscream.
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Your army will be unnecessary! From my world I am the protector of the Earth and only I will do this job! [Which is kind of weird because Goku told him he was in charge before he flew off with Shenron...but Goku is here now...] But I guess I didn't make that clear enough for you.
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[He doesn't back down, just. you know, shouting]
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[He won't argue with achieving victory, because that was important- but nowadays the Saiyan Prince does find reasons where the means don't justify the ends sometimes. Like firing a planet-shattering energy wave directly at the Earth just to kill a foe; that wasn't ok.]
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LOL WHAT IS A GALAXY <333333 YOU'RE KILLING ME LOL
Thank you, thank you, I do try
o7
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if anything is not to your liking you just let me know. i'll rewrite it!
Oh no, I expected that! Just don't want him dead or Gorehowl broken, I can roll it
-nodnod- i would cry if gorehowl broke, omg. ;_;
same tbh
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