Second

[gorehowl]

[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.]

Comments

[snikting]

Not yet. I'm intending to fix that. It might be unpleasant for you if you're still in the seat when I start scratching.

[No claws yet. It's big talk for a man who looks utterly unarmed.]

[gorehowl]

[Okay now he stands, looking down at the man and glowering down at her] You're picking a fight with me?!

[snikting]

If I was pickin' a fight with you, you'd already be on the ground whimpering.

[Okay, so this guy is big. But he's fought bigger. Logan isn't intimidated.]

[gorehowl]

On too many, human! [And with that he reaches out with plans to-- palm Logan's head and life him up like that. He figures the guy is small enough he can pull that off (okay so he's not that small, but Garrosh is big)]

[snikting]

Did I forget to say please?

[Not the first time someone has tried that. Logan doesn't resort to his claws. No need to make a bloody mess of the place. He wraps his hands around the orc's own hand. That was he can aim a solid kick right into the orc's gut. For someone so small, it's like the force of a battering ram. The benefit of not just powerful legs, but the adamantium bones as well.]

[gorehowl]

[Quite- not to mention Logan was heavier than expected in that moment, and his skull was harder than others he'd done it on. Not that bone is particularly easy to fracture, but that felt different. Less give. He's shoved back, an lets go there, snarling.

He doesn't back down though, instead rally himself (though he was winded for a moment) to go in for a grapple, roaring as he does]

[snikting]

[Logan stands his ground. He's not likely to out muscle this guy, but he aims to be able to out maneuver him. When Garrosh charges, Logan does the same, should jutted out to do some damage again. Ideally where he already put some of the hurt on already.]

[gorehowl]

[It does, and that hurts more than it should, which confirms something is weir about this guy. It makes him coil a bit, and it'll surely leave a bruise, but it also allows him to get a grip on the guy. He'll try to lift him to throw if he gets a solid grip ]

[snikting]

[And Logan goes flying when he's thrown. Predictably, right out the front window.

When he gets up, he's smiling. It's been a long time since he had a good slugfest like this.]

That all you got, ugly?

[gorehowl]

[Garrosh stomps on after him. He considers drawing Gorehowl and just ending the fight. But no, that wouln't be sporting. And this is a good outlet for his rage. He stomps on out through the door, rubbing the spot Logan hit twice]

Hardly. And you're the ugly one.

[snikting]

Then I've got bad news for you. Whatever your mother told you -- she lied.

[Logan assumes a defensive position. It's more to his advantage to react to what this guy's dishing out than to go charging in.]

[gorehowl]

I can smell you from here! [And with a roar, seeing nothing to pick up in the area immediately outside the bar, he instead leaps in for a punch.]

[snikting]

[Logan can dodge that. It gives him enough time to counter, aiming a well placed elbow jab at the orc's side. Likely though it won't do much damage. It also leaves Logan within range to be hit.]

[gorehowl]

[Garrosh roars at that, another shout as he goes to try to get both hands on Logan's arms to throw him again, towards the fountain.

Okay so he's more used to grapples, sue him]

[snikting]

[If there's one reason why Logan can get in close to deal hard blows with his feet, elbows, and shoulders it's because he's prepared for the moments where he'll get thrown aside like a ragdoll the next moment. He sacrifices safety for solid hits. Which is why he goes crashing through the fountain, cracking the stone and getting himself drenched in the process. But he stands up anyway, even though he should have taken a lot more damage from that.]

You? I could smell you from the moment you showed up here.

[gorehowl]

[Yes. he should have. He can see that even through his growing fury. It's a dim recognition though, like "oh, that's weird]

Are you human?

[He might as well confirm it. He'd been wrong before, here]

[snikting]

[He's "Homo Superior", if Magneto was to have his input.

Logan pops his neck, trying to will the soreness to heal away fast. He pops out his claws as an answer to Garrosh's question. Snikt.]

I'm human, bub. Just not your every day kind.

[gorehowl]

[He would just brawl more, but the claws make him drawl his large axe with surprising speed. But he's smirking now]

I see.

[snikting]

[Well damn. He sort of regrets drawing the claws now. Once blades get involved, it's not exactly a harmless brawl.]

This ain't the kind of fight you want to get into, bub. I don't want to cut off anything you'd miss.

[Which is why he retracts them. Not until he has reason to think those claws aren't going to do some serious damage to this guy.]

[gorehowl]

[Garrosh snarls shortly, but at the same time... There is a difference between war and murder. To slice this man in half, even if he's an arrogance human, would be murder. He exhales, sounding more like a growl, and puts Gorehowl back on his back. He nods]

I would not want to kill someone over their own idiocy.

[snikting]

So you ain't half reasonable after all.

[The fight ended a little too quickly. But hell if he didn't enjoy it.]

Tell you what. I'll let you keep the seat.

[gorehowl]

[Garrosh's lips curl into a smirk. He's still mad for this guy picking a fight so quickly. Even if, no, he's not going to kill this guy, he's also not about to let his slide. Instead, he thumps a fist on his chest and laughs.

Kekahahaha] You'd give it up so quickly?!

[snikting]

[Logan smirks.]

Wasn't even my seat to begin with.

[gorehowl]

Then why would you pick a fight with me?

[snikting]

I owed the bartender a bar fight.