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[So Garrosh has been living in a camp on the rough edges of the Farmlands for the last few weeks. The hermitage isn't exactly pleasant, but it is better than being in a village full of repugnant, apathetic, humans. He's considering constructing a proper house, because despite his best efforts to the contrary, the tent he's in is pretty darn cold. There's a few Farm buildings he's taken to crawling into when it gets too cold and there's a large fire he keeps up too.

Not that it's easy. The snow here is thick, far thicker than either Durotar or Nagrand (less than Northrend though, which is why the cold isn't bothering him too much) and it's making hunting a nightmare. Foraging too. Garrosh is smart enough to objectively know that especially since the heavier snow this last weekend, he's barely making it by. Still, he's not going to go into town and use that grocery thing. No sir. That'd be showing weakness to an enemy. Still, all these hardships just make him want to go and get in a real fight. Gorehowl thirsts for blood, particularly with how impudent many are here.

But he reigns in that anger. He'll explode it on his enemies (he needs to constantly remind himself the humans in that village aren't Alliance) later. Instead, he picks up his journal again. It's been some time since he opened it. The last time he did there were disappointing, but people have told him it's a source for information and he himself realizes it's an important part of the community of this enclosure. So he opens and... "Youth is love."

Really. Really? He almost slams the book shut again, but he reigns that in and, snarling, goes to make his own entry]

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Are these tomes actually used for anything useful? [Which he knows is a useless question in and of itself, but. The anger in his voice is obvious and right now he doesn't care] Entries about love, random sounds and pointless sentences, gossip. [He snarls and just. Leaves it at that] Though, I suppose asking a question seems to fit with a pattern, leafing back.

[And with that he's done. However, you can talk to him in voice or encounter him at his camp in person! Garrosh does have love and hate triggers for the event. Also after this post, sometime within the next few days, one of the people he's interested in now or some other force or something will get him to actually come to the village, so you might see an eight foot tall tattooed orc in full armor (but with a cloak on over the armor) standing around the village as if looking for something to catch his interest. You might also run into him probing the door of Good Spirits (though not actually inside, probably), in Seventh Heaven (to see what's up with it) and finally, bunking at the Welcome Center if no one takes him home or anything like that.

Have at any which way]

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[For a moment Xzana can see that look. It's not the first time she's been giving it and it hardly phases her now, besides it's gone so fast she's not even sure what she saw.]

No, I suppose they're not. Less to hunt in this season. [She looks down at her rabbit.

It belongs to her. Sharing is foolish and only solves to make you weak when you should be strong enough to survive from eating it all. A skill that had been hounded in her head for as long as she could remember.

Then again, she doesn't really need it to survive, right? She was living just fine off the strange human meat with fur until now.]

I have some meat. [If Garrosh likes half eaten rabbit that is.]

And it was your kill. I didn't assist in your hunt, and the spoils are yours.

[Gruffly. Admittedly, orcs do value community a lot, but she's not a part of his community, so he wouldn't - shouldn't? - accept the sharing option. As it is, there's also another reason: as a dragon, her real form is no doubt much, much bigger than how she looks now. As such, that rabbit is actually too little for her to begin with, or so he concludes.

...Well, also his pride]

[Her needing a lot more than a rabbit would be very true, if for the fact she hadn't been chowing down on a lot of the human meat. This was more for taste than anything at this point.

This Orc was better, and wasn't using the humans for food.]

In a clan, we shared food if others helped or were unsuccessful. I have been told the people of this world like to act as one clan at times. [She didn't need this rabbit if he needed the meat more.

Yet, it was very tasty.]

While I do intend to see unity [under him, in the form of the Horde] happen, right now, I don't feel aligned to much of that village, or the rest of this world. And none of the people in this barrier are members of the Warsong.

[Proudly. Maybe a little stiffly. Maybe a little proud at the expense of other people. Not that he wouldn't love to eat the rabbit or cook his bark or slice apart his berries, but right now standing here leaning on the ax is more necessary. For negotiations]

The Warsong? Is that the name of your clan at home?

[Xzana could go anytime, but yet she just can't bring herself to leave she finds. Instead she decides to stay around unless the orc makes anymore threatening moves towards her.

Yet she can't let herself get too cold either. She takes just a half step closer to the fire, watching closely the hands that are on that giant ax.]

Yes, it was my father's, and now it's mine. [And now all the Horde is his. But that's still new, and while he can bravado it like no tomorrow, there's still something easier to just say he's of the Warsong. So he says this, and doesn't move despite her slight movement. Though he does follow it]

The head of your clan? [Even back home, where orc and dragons didn't exactly see eye to eye at most times, the head orc was always one treated with respect.]

It is a big responsibility to be in charge of a whole clan. [He didn't seem to mind that last step. She grows just a bit bolder and takes a full step closer to the fire.]

[He chuckles lightly, deciding to blend back into bravado] I have been the Chief of the Warsong Clan, the Overlord of the Warsong Offensive, and most recently I have been named Warchief of the entire Horde.

Horde... [It takes her a moment to remember the equivalent of that word in her native tongue. For her, the only meaning it has for her is that it is a large group of creatures. Which, isn't too far off really.]

Your clan grows very large then. Is horde all of the orcs? Or just the ones living in your land?

All who bear allegiance to the true and rightful Warchief. Under the banner of the Horde rests the Frostwolves, the Warsong, the Bleeding Hollow, and numerous other orcish clans. Divisions between them have technically been taken apart, as we are all united in purpose. [But the Warsong and Frostwolves in particular tend to take pride in their heritage] There are also allies under our banner. The Darkspear trolls, the tauren, [And then a bit of a pause before he seems to begrudgingly add-] blood elves, and the Forsaken.

[Okay, wow, that's a lot of things and names she can't follow, but there's one thing she does understand.]

That is... a lot of different clans together. Why are you all gathering? What has happened in your world?

Azeroth is a violent world, a world at war The Horde bands together to oppose those who want to make life unlivable for its people.

I have not yet heard of a creature that would wish to make a world unlivable. [She's been a little sheltered. Fighting for land? Yes. Food? Yes. To keep someone from "destroying" basic needs to survive? No.] It seems a foolish goal.

[Kek hahaha] Then you've not met the likes of the Scourge or Deathwing. Still, we have shattered the undead's power, and soon enough the Twilight's Hammer shall fall too.

[And the Alliance. Don't forget the Alliance]

The undead? [Moving a little closer to the fire, only this time because this stuff he's talking about is intense!] The dead being reborn in their old bodies?!

Yes. [And he says this with a very, very venomous note] They aren't reborn, they're simply risen.

Risen? How can a body rise if they are not reborn, or do you mean that they still have a presence within that body? [She is SO confused. All she knew back home was dead, was dead, unless you were very wise and important and then reborn once more in a new body.

Not the same old body.] A dead body is a broken one. A presence should find a new one if it wishes to live once more.

The dead deserve rest, and to return to the spirits of the Earth. [Even if he's not big on shamanism, even he can believe that] The undead, risen through arcane magic, are shackled to their broken bodies and enslaved who took them from the grave. The Scourge was just an extension of the Lich King.

[She bristles, an angry growl rising in her throat. So it was not natural and to be returned to a broken body to be enslaved? She did not like it.] I have never heard of magic so vile that it would rip the dead from their peace and bind them to a broken body!

I do not know of this King of the Lich, but no magic like that should exist!

Of course not! [And he roars now. He breaks off from his axe, letting it rest in the ground as he bellows to the sky, giving the rest of this as an oath] Arthas thought he could snuff out the living, he thought he could kill the Horde and enslave their bodies! But we proved him wrong!

[Xzana waits out of respect for him to finish his cry before raising her own bestial roar up to the sky. Who is Arthas? What's he has to do with that King guy? She has no real clue, but against disturbing the dead and the natural order of things she can easily be happy to support. Not to mention, Garrosh's yells are getting her just a bit riled up and wishing to kill some of those magic users he had been talking about.]

[And he breaks into a laugh, a cruel but pleased one, at her roar. Kekhahaha. And he takes up a seat right there next to Gorehowl, reaching over to get his berries to he can mess with them. Fine, he'll relax]

[No, no, no! She wants to know more! You can't just let it end there! She slinks just a little closer to the fire, trying her best not to act like an excited pup.]

What else can these creatures that wish to control the dead do? Are there any in this land?

I haven't seen any in Luceti. Death isn't as lasting here, regardless. [Or so he's heard]

It is not? [A low grumbling growl she just can't control starts up deep in her throat.] The Malnosso? Is that their magic?

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