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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 B]
[It makes sense now, to an extent.]
How do you intend to reach the enemy? The barrier cannot be broken with our own hands. Will you wait for a draft or a mission?
[Action B]
[Action B]
And this has been a sore test of patience. We take every opportunity to fight back, although such opportunities are few and far between. But every chance we get, we learn a little more, and knowledge is the key to victory in any situation.
[Action B]
[Action B]
The last draft was back in October.
[And that's not something he likes to remember.]
There's no reason not to use what they provide for us. And you, Garrosh? How many of their animals have you roasted?
[Action B]
[Action B]
Hmm. I fought to survive, in spite of everything.
[And those dreaded memories are returning.]
[Action B]
[Action B]
What exactly is your plan for this war, beyond gathering all of your soldiers? Do you know who all you would recruit? There are some non-combatants within this enclosure as well.
[Action B]
[Action B]
[He had a feeling that would be the answer.]
So then there would be the question of how to reach the enemy...
[And then the most important question of all.]
And suppose we win this war, I assume that would mean we would have the entire enclosure to ourselves? And then what? We would just continue to live on?
[Just like they are right now? The sage just isn't seeing the point of this war right now...]
[Action B]
It seems I've overestimated your intelligence, mage.
[Action B]
Intelligence...has nothing...to do with it. This war...is pointless! Even if we defeated the Malnosso...nothing would change!
[Except they wouldn't have to suffer experiments anymore, but those are hardly significant, given how predictable and temporary they are, even though the effects of the experiments are not so predictable.]
[Action B]
This war isn't won until this entire world is under the control of the Horde!!
[Action B]
Thank you for clearing up my confusion...
[Action B]
[Action B]
Hmm...have you visited the barrier yet?
[Action B]
Yes, I have.
[Action B]
...Have you found anything?
[Action B]
[Coldly]
[Action B]
[He rolls a few feet away and then pushes himself up to his feet. He brushes some snow from his clothing.]
Well, I will look forward to hearing the progress on this war.
[Action B]
[Go on, go for it.
[Action B]
[Regardless of the answer, Saleh is already curious of how the population would react to a scenario like this. He can always ask the general question after he's done here.]
[Action B]
[Action B]
[But Saleh is nowhere near as enthusiastic. He doesn't like this one bit, and he's certain that no one else will either. He turns and slowly begins to walk away, pressing a hand over his conflicted heart.]