A big mess

TITLE: A big mess, chapter 2

RATING: Adult+ (again, for now)

FEEDBACK: Any and all still appreciated ;) I'm especially curious about opinions on my pacing.

CHARACTERS: The same from chapter 1, except for the Tauren chieftain. The adventurers now have names too!
Troll: Elijah
Orc: Turgenn
Tauren: Ahanar
Blood Elf: Pati
Forsaken: Lowell

STORY CODE: From here, there be Violence and some drug use. as well as masturbation and a handjob

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This chapter was actually going to be the start of the real second chapter, which will now become the third (and last, probably). Contrary to what is seen in much other stories, I'll let the Troll speak normally and have you fill in the funny accent yourselves ;) I hope you like it.

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Outside, still sitting on the tree stump and staring in the moonlight, was the Orc. Almost unblinking he stared at the great full moon in the sky, as if he was searching for something or waiting for an answer. He appeared to be completely relaxed and sunken in thoughts, but the truth was he was actually very, very mad at one of his fellow adventurers, and right now he sought to release his anger by meditating in the cool, cleansing light in stead of smashing various objects in a rampage. Displaying such anger was unbefit of an Orc of his age and position as elder Shamans like he were supposed to act dignified when not actively killing the enemies of the Horde.

And it worked. By drowning out the sounds from inside the tent he eventually reached a peaceful state of mind and was in fact so delighted by it he hardly noticed the Troll until he plopped down on the ground next to the stump. After exiting the party by nearly falling flat on his face while stepping from underneath the hide, he had zigzagged to his current position and was now drinking some water he just conjured up. Even after finishing the drink and no longer looking like he did a few headspins too many, there was still silence between the two until the Darkspear asked a question.
,,Hey, what's bothering you? You've been sitting there for, what, hours?"
The Orc at first didn't respond, but then slowly turned his head to face the Troll with a hint of anger still lingering on his face.
,,I have been stolen from," he answered with a low growl.

Meanwhile the sin'dorei had, with both arms spread to the side, unbuttoned the shirts of her two Tauren dance partners while slowly bellydancing. The other tribesmen again applauded and cried out as she was doing this, and all of them seemed to miss the dark glances the two dance partners shot eachother when their shirts were removed and they stood proud with their chests out. As both were physically impressive, the blood elf stood between them for a moment with a heavily exagerrated look of doubt on her face before darting to the one she first pulled from the audience. She ran her smooth hands over his muscular yet soft chest while licking her lips then moved in closer, causing her breasts to rub over his abdomen. His fur felt very pleasant to her sensitive nipples and a gasp escaped from her as she turned around to face the other Tauren. As her dance partner took this opportunity to crudely massage her bosom, she couldn't help but grinning as she felt something large in his pants being pressed against her butt.

With surprising ease she escaped the Tauren's grasp and slowly walked to the other one as she dodged a shirt thrown to her. It belonged to one of the spectators who had decided to take his shirt off too, and after seeing it flung through the tent all others followed his example as the outsider Tauren pounded his fist on his chest to encourage them. Again the Blood Elf's hands made their way through the fur of her dance partner but she was interrupted as suddenly he was shoved backwards by the other one, a vicious look of jealousy in his eyes. The woman said nothing and apparently wasn't surprised as she stepped out of the way of the quarrel and planted a big kiss on the forehead of a random spectator. The two dance partners got in eachother's face to argue and shove eachother while the rest momentarily seemed to become silent in anticipation for this unexpected event, but the first punch fell when the sin'dorei got herself a new dance partner. It was at this point the Forsaken decided to leave the tent.

,,Stolen?" the Troll repeated, then held his hands up apologetically and quickly added: ,,Hey, it wasn't me."
,,I know you're smarter than trying to steal from my little black pouch," the Orc replied while nodding, then looked back at the Undead who had come to join them ,,I also know Lowell here has no use for it, and Ahanar's hands are simply too big to take anything from my belt without me noticing it."
The Troll concluded: ,,Which can only mean..."
,,By Sylvanas, that party is getting rough," Lowell interrupted them as he sat down next to the tree stump as well, then extensively started checking his limbs ,,they started fighting, so I thought it best to save my old bones."
,,Foolish girl," the Troll thought headshakingly out loud ,,the powder she threw in the fire when the party was just getting underway? She must have mixed it with metal shavings to fool us into thinking it was flash powder. I should have recognized the smell... gah, so that's why she lit all that sweet incense! Turgenn, you smelled it, didn't you?"
The Orc made a doubtful movement with his head that suggested he did and explained: ,,I thought I smelled it, but I wrongfully suspected it to burn harmlessly in stead of smoldering for hours like it actually did. But mainly I left because I was angry about the fact I was stolen from."
Lowell looked up after making sure his left ankle was in fact still attached to his leg and asked: ,,Eh? What are you two talking about?"

The little black pouch, which hung from Turgenn's belt, looked like a very ordinary money pouch. It was about the size of a fist, could be closed shut by tightening a leather string around the top and was in appearence normal. Inside it was nothing but mundane looking black powder, similar to fine gunpowder, but for the Orc its contents were valuable and useful beyond almost anything material he owned. In his role as spiritual advisor he often needed to contact spirits and other entities who, although they were part of this world, could only be seen and spoken with on another plane of existence. In order to transcend this border a tiny amount of the powder was needed to enter a trance and shamanic training required to make sense of the potential distorted experiences as well as to resist the influence on the psyche and the senses.
,,Whoooaaaa..." Lowell said slowly after Turgenn's explanation ,,and she threw a handful of that stuff on the flames? That doesn't sound good..."

The tribesman fell flat on his back with a bloody snout. He was just attacked by one of the sin'dorei's dance partners after she had taken his hand as an invitation to join along and was completely off-guard, being sprawled on the floor while the one who had got him raised his fist victoriosuly in the air. The Tauren who had been standing next to him, most likely his brother as they had near-matching fur patterns, jumped up to his defence but walked into the same fist and howled in pain as his eyesocket nearly cracked. Again the victor wanted to pose for that devastating punch but was gored from behind by the other dance partner causing him to land on three others, who promptly decided to join in the fight. It didn't take long for a full-out brawl to break out between the men and after an initial chaos where some more were knocked out the group split in two groups, one for each of the original dance partners. The only two persons not participating in this were the Blood Elf and the outsider Tauren, the latter keeping the former close to himself for protection and a few quick caresses over her butt and bosom.

Except for the drum, the music had all but stopped. The sin'dorei had ceased to dance, was observing the fight between the groups of Tauren while keeping her back pressed against her fellow adventurer and although she saw nothing but violence she couldn't help but still being aroused. Both her nipples were firm, erect and sensitive, and when she felt between her legs there was a warm and wet sensation on her fingertip. She guessed she had been that way for a few hours but now was unable to resist touching herself, her hand flashing down as she saw a tribesman hitting the floor with a broken jaw. It was odd, but it was impossible not to give in to it and quickly she was panting and moaning as she ground her butt firmer and firmer against the enlarged crotch of the outsider Tauren before almost tearing his pants open and feeling his fully erected cock spring up. With still her back turned to him, she guessed he was as long as her lower leg and found out she needed both her hands to put her fingers around it. Disappointed she couldn't finger herself while servicing him she moved her entire body up and down, slowly jacking him off as she enjoyed the feeling of the hot end of his cock against her lower back.

Meanwhile, five of one group were left against just one still standing, the son of the Tauren chieftain. They quickly ganged up and beat him down, then all bellowed in victory before turning to the sin'dorei and the outsider Tauren. One of them began undoing his pants, and the others quickly followed...