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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.]

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Mmm. A proper warship ought to at least have a metal front piece for battering charges.

Mm...that sounds about right. I don't think there are any enemy ships here, though. The ocean just kinda cuts off, right?

So I've been told. [With a light growl, but...]

Well, maybe it's not completely bad to have a warship. There could be some kinda giant sea monster in the middle or something.

Or to make ready for when the barrier falls, or even to pierce it.

Wait, has anyone ever tried that before? I-if we pierced the barrier, maybe we could find a way home!

[Congratulations, Garrosh, you've found an idiot who's idiot enough to believe you.]

The Guide implies as much, but if there is enough time to write guides at the expense of mining or farming, then it can't be trusted.

[Gravely]

My own attempts have thus far not worked.

The guide might say somethin' like that, but has anyone ever tried ramming a ship into it? That might work!

[He turns now, to look back down at her. And then he laughs. A throaty, amused laugh. Kek hahahaah! ] For such a young human, you have spirit, girl!

Mm! It's best to give 200% to everything, right? For an...um, whatever you are, you're pretty good at figuring things out.

For an orc?! [He shouts this, pulling his cloak back to expose more of his armor and tattooed chest]

[Ah! He's being scary again! She takes a few steps back!]

Y-yeah! I mean, I kinda thought you were an oni, but I meant what I said!

I don't know what an oni is, but you will not insult me, whelp!

[IMPERIOUSLY]

I'm not insulting you. Have you really never heard of an oni? They're big, red, and they have sharp teeth. They're also really strong.

[..Kehahaha. Fine, he'll humor her. the fact she's standing her ground even a little endears him further to her spirit. Even if she's an uppity human]

My name is Garrosh Hellscream, and I am an orc.

H-Hellscream? I won't forget that, I mean it.

[Whooo boy.]

Yes, Hellscream. As my father before me, Grom Hellscream.

Edited 2013-01-28 05:25 (UTC)

That's...that's a really impressive last name. Has anyone ever told ya that?

Of course it is. It's the title of the Chieftain of the Warsong Clan, passed down to me after my father's death.

Edited 2013-01-28 05:33 (UTC)

[...Oh.]

My father passed away a few years ago, too. My name is just Hibiki Ganaha, though.

[...Weird name. He also hears the tone and corrects it, quickly]

My father died a hero of our people. There's no need for sadness, for there's only glory in his death.

Edited 2013-01-28 05:39 (UTC)

[Somehow, she expected him to say something like that.]

That's the honorable way to go out, yep. I think.

Don't speak about things you don't know, Hibiki! Even if you're not wrong, it still sounds insincere!

I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that! I just don't know anyone who's ever died like that before!

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