Trolls and tribulations
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+S through Z › World of Warcraft
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
21
Views:
5,300
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own world of warcraft nor do I make any money from it but boy do I wish I did
traveling time
Authors note...I don't own any of these characters baring Tashajane...the others are here by permission of their players
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When Tasha woke she packed up her camp. Her mind was set now, she needed to get her head clear of the problem within it, and she had no idea how to do that. This meant asking someone she considered older and wiser than she, and within the army that was just one person she trusted...Kuu'jin. The huntress was Darkspear like her, mated to someone she knew as a child, and had her bright days. Surely Kuu would have some clue what the problem was and how to solve it.
As she rode toward the village she spotted a small party of the local forest trolls carrying a body from the water. Knowing they would be aggressive towards her being not of their tribe she stayed back, but noted the aggitation and thought it worth telling the captain of the guard in Revantusk when she arrived. He nodded, making a note of where and how many for his patrol, gave her an appreciative pat on the shoulder and then watched as she rode towards the dock to take a wyvern to Undercity.
"Did she say where she was going?" The guard captain's head turned at the soft slightly raspy voice, and looked over the Forsaken mage a moment before nodding.
"Aye mon she be 'eaded 'ome." The forsaken nodded his thanks and stayed still til he saw the wyvern fly off before moving also to the dock.
A little later...
Tasha debated a moment before reaching to her waist and the small communications gem set in the buckle. She cleared her mind, focused on the face of the one she wanted to speak with and mentally formed the words.
'Kuu ya there? Ah need a favor' Tasha was not exactly used to this form of communication but the army's leadership had deemed it worth using and so she did.
'Aye missy whatcha be needin' from me now?' Even Kuu's mind had the lilt of laughter within it and Tasha smiled.
'Ah need a few days ta meself, gonna head fer Sen'jin and see da Master, see if'n 'e knowin' how ta make me less...' Her mental voice trailed off and Kuu waited a moment before interjecting.
'Ah understand Tash, ah'll tell Imon ya need da time an' we see ya in a week or so'
Tasha sighed, gathering a few things from her bank vault and fresh supplies before making her way towards the zep, headed for Durotar.
Meanwhile...
Scotour sat with an embarassed look upon his face. He had needed advice as well but not from a racial guide, he had gone to a fellow forsaken, the rogue Attican, brigadier within the army. The conversation had taken some time to unfold and Attican had kept his face impassive as the young mage explained what the problem was and what idea he'd had for potentially solving it. It was a good idea he'd grant but would it be enough?
"Allow me to think it thru for the evening Scotour, and I will have answers for you by morning. Stay on here please, twill be easier than one of us chasing over half of Azeroth to speak to the other and I don't think this is anything you want ....passed around."
Scot looked almost horrified at the idea and nodded as he rose.
"Thank you sir, thank you for not laughing at the idea." He got a few feet up the stairs of the inn in Brill with he heard Attican's voice.
"I understand far too well young mage...as does my wife the need for certain things."
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When Tasha woke she packed up her camp. Her mind was set now, she needed to get her head clear of the problem within it, and she had no idea how to do that. This meant asking someone she considered older and wiser than she, and within the army that was just one person she trusted...Kuu'jin. The huntress was Darkspear like her, mated to someone she knew as a child, and had her bright days. Surely Kuu would have some clue what the problem was and how to solve it.
As she rode toward the village she spotted a small party of the local forest trolls carrying a body from the water. Knowing they would be aggressive towards her being not of their tribe she stayed back, but noted the aggitation and thought it worth telling the captain of the guard in Revantusk when she arrived. He nodded, making a note of where and how many for his patrol, gave her an appreciative pat on the shoulder and then watched as she rode towards the dock to take a wyvern to Undercity.
"Did she say where she was going?" The guard captain's head turned at the soft slightly raspy voice, and looked over the Forsaken mage a moment before nodding.
"Aye mon she be 'eaded 'ome." The forsaken nodded his thanks and stayed still til he saw the wyvern fly off before moving also to the dock.
A little later...
Tasha debated a moment before reaching to her waist and the small communications gem set in the buckle. She cleared her mind, focused on the face of the one she wanted to speak with and mentally formed the words.
'Kuu ya there? Ah need a favor' Tasha was not exactly used to this form of communication but the army's leadership had deemed it worth using and so she did.
'Aye missy whatcha be needin' from me now?' Even Kuu's mind had the lilt of laughter within it and Tasha smiled.
'Ah need a few days ta meself, gonna head fer Sen'jin and see da Master, see if'n 'e knowin' how ta make me less...' Her mental voice trailed off and Kuu waited a moment before interjecting.
'Ah understand Tash, ah'll tell Imon ya need da time an' we see ya in a week or so'
Tasha sighed, gathering a few things from her bank vault and fresh supplies before making her way towards the zep, headed for Durotar.
Meanwhile...
Scotour sat with an embarassed look upon his face. He had needed advice as well but not from a racial guide, he had gone to a fellow forsaken, the rogue Attican, brigadier within the army. The conversation had taken some time to unfold and Attican had kept his face impassive as the young mage explained what the problem was and what idea he'd had for potentially solving it. It was a good idea he'd grant but would it be enough?
"Allow me to think it thru for the evening Scotour, and I will have answers for you by morning. Stay on here please, twill be easier than one of us chasing over half of Azeroth to speak to the other and I don't think this is anything you want ....passed around."
Scot looked almost horrified at the idea and nodded as he rose.
"Thank you sir, thank you for not laughing at the idea." He got a few feet up the stairs of the inn in Brill with he heard Attican's voice.
"I understand far too well young mage...as does my wife the need for certain things."