Third

[gorehowl]

[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]

[Voice/Action]
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]

Comments

[gorehowl]

Rr. A shame, if you ask me, but if your mother is the one you take pride in, as you should, that's understandable.

[And now onto a new berry, after he gives himself an approving nod]

[elongatedsmile]

I have never thought before of finding and meeting my father. [Well, maybe once or twice, but never seriously.] Perhaps there are some things he could have taught me.

Did you know your mother and father?

[gorehowl]

[He nods, slowly] I am the son of Lakkara and Grom Hellscream. I didn't know my father much of my life, though I was raised on stories of him. Terrible stories, which made him sound like a monster. [And he shakes his head] He left for another world, and never returned to where my mother and I left to survive red pox, a disease which gripped the orcs in my youth. For years, I thought ill of my heritage, until Thrall came to Outland. It was then that I was exposed to my father's heroism. He gave his life to liberate my people from the demons, and in that moment, I realized the truth of my heritage.

[elongatedsmile]

[She slowly moves herself closer to him yet again. Hanging on every word of his story as he tells it. Some of it she doesn't fully understand, but she can easily grasp the bigger picture of it all.] Your father, sounds like a very brave man.

[gorehowl]

He was. Brave and honorable. The orcs as a whole owe him a great debt.

[elongatedsmile]

I do not know of any as brave as he must have been. [She actually probably does, but being a bit spell bound at the moment she can't think of any.

A bit shyly and a bit keeping her eye on his weapon she takes a chance to see if he'll let her sit down next to him.]

[gorehowl]

[He allows her to get closer. In truth, he's actually been very accommodating so far. But he smiles a little to himself at her praise of Grom Hellscream. that's cool. And...]

This axe is something I inherited from him.

[When he sees her look at it.]

[elongatedsmile]

I see, so this belonged to your father. The savior of the orcs. I am sorry, I have never heard of him in my home land.

[gorehowl]

If you aren't from Azeroth or Outland, that isn't surprising. [And he chuckles at that. Darkly. No one's heard of them...] I've repaid that ignorance with not knowing about nymphs, or for seeing your dragon form and immediately thinking of Azeroth's Blues.

[elongatedsmile]

Azeroth's Blues. They are a blue colored dragon? Do they look as I do?

[gorehowl]

Similar. [He concedes before looking into the fire] Though you looked more... majestic than many Blues I've encountered.

[Probably because they were all trying to kill him]

[elongatedsmile]

Really? I am more majestic than they? Even though they may be of pure blood?

[Her stomach does a brief flip. Something she's never felt before as she smiles brightly. He thinks she's pretty!]

[gorehowl]

Much more so. [Again, mostly because the Blues of Azeroth tried to kill them all, but details] The scales you had in that form shimmered in the light.

[elongatedsmile]

[For possibly the first time in her life Xzana blushes. She actually shakes off his cloak just so that more of her scales, even in this form, will show.]

I have never been told that before.

[gorehowl]

Not by males of your clan? [Unless they don't value beauty. Orcs don't all that much, but it's still nice]

[elongatedsmile]

No. [Not that they had exactly called her ugly.] Most were not yet interested in me and I have left my clan a few seasons ago.

[gorehowl]

Why did you leave?

[More curious than anything, as he goes to work on his next berry. Only a few more left, he might as well make the most of them]

[elongatedsmile]

I wished to see more of the world. I was lucky and developed so I could live some time outside of the water, I did not want to waste that gift.

[gorehowl]

The Blues of your world can't leave the water, or do you mean from your Father's lineage?

[elongatedsmile]

The blues can, my farther, from what I know can live for some time out of water, but is very weak. It is the mix of their bloods, some of my siblings cannot live for long outside of the water.

[gorehowl]

Then you are strong. Impressive, unique among your siblings. [He says this with a minor sense of... not quite awe, but a hint of admiration]

[elongatedsmile]

[She blushes deeply at that. She never thought of being lucky enough that her own body hadn't killed her yet as being strong. She liked it.] Yes, I am strong. Perhaps the strongest of my siblings. [And occasionally she likes to gloat. After all, they're not around to prove her wrong.]

[gorehowl]

I have no doubt of that. And with that, the final berry goes in his mouth, he chews it up, swallows, and that's... that it seems.

[elongatedsmile]

[As he finishes his last berry Xzana finally realizes just how long she's been outside. The fire helps, but the cold is not something she should be forgetting about so easily.

Yet, she cannot bring herself to want to leave.] I have never met an Orc such as you before. [Or one that made her feel like this.]

[gorehowl]

What does that mean; what orcs have you met?

[Curiously, actually]