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Aftermath-Witchhunt (Part Six)
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"So-o-o, how's joor tummy now?" - asked Ga several minutes later.
"Better," the little troll said, sitting back up in her chair.
"Den lessa go find dem others." - said Ga'Crane, standing up and leaving the money for the dinner on the table.
She nodded and followed after him. "Where do you think we should look first?" She asked.
"Where we've entered da town, Ah think," - replied Ga'Crane.
"Okay. Come on let's go find them," She said grabbing Ga's hand and rushing off.
"Play some more, Zez. Ah'm sure our companions will be pleasantly surprised," Ga’Crane suggested, moving along so his arm wasn’t yanked out of its socket.
"Okay." She said cheerfully as she pulled out her ocarina and began to play a cheerful little tune on it.
Vashadya's ears pricked up,
‘can it be?’
she thought. No, the sound was unmistakable,
‘it must be...’
Vashadya had learnt several musical instruments while living in Darnassus as a priestess, it had been a while since she had played or heard one though. The noise was distinct,
, she decided, her eyes darting from side to side as she sought the source of the melodic sound.
"And here dey are," - smiled Ga'Crane, walking out of the town and waving at the females.
Vashadya returned the wave, she could now see that it was the troll girl that was the one playing the ocarina, and playing well at that too.
She stopped playing and looked at the others, "You guys got lost didn't you?" She said smiling at them playfully. Then she pulled out her ocarina and showed it to them, "Look what Ga got me. It was in my dream so he bought it for me!" she gave everyone a big smile.
Gurka sat up and saw Zezi. "That's very neat," she smiled. "I'm glad you're happy," she added, giving Vashadya a stare that said 'I told you so.'
"Yeah, and I can play really really well!" She said giving them an even bigger smile.
"Indeed joo can, Zez. Now, did we miss somethin'?" Ga’Crane asked, eying the others.
"Just general paranoia," Illia mentioned, "Nothing to be worrying about."
Nightbane walked up to the group. "Zezi are you alright?" she asked, glaring at Ga'Cane.
"Yeah of course! Ga was with me so there wasn't anything to worry about," Zezi said, still smiling.
"Was that you that was playing that music earlier? It was very pretty," the undead said to the young troll.
She looked at the undead for a moment. "Yeah it was," She said giving her a big smile, "And I'm gonna learn to play every song there is out there and play for important people one day."
"Good for you. Music is a universal language that everyone can appreciate," Illia said.
Zezi simply smiled. "Yeah I bet even the spirits can understand it," She said, "That's what the seller person said."
"They can. They love to be around people who play music. Maybe they have already tried talking to you," Illia suggested.
Vashadya turned and smiled at the girl, "you play really well for only having gotten it now, my mentor in Darnassus, as well as people I met on the way here, taught me some tunes to play on it if you want to learn a couple," she said to her.
"No thank you. I like to learn it on my own." She said pulling it out again and taking a deep breath as she began to play a cheerful little tune.
Gurka listened with interest to what was being said. It'd be wonderful if Zezi could become a shaman, but she didn't want to get her hopes up if it wasn't meant to be.
Nightbane looked down on Zezi. As happy as she looked she still didn't trust Ga'Cane...
"Hey, Zez, wanna a tricky task? Can joo play somethin' dat is swift like a mountain river, majestic like a sea, serene as a lake and energetic as a thuderstorm at da same time?" Ga’Crane cued.
"Uh...I can try," She said closing her eyes and thinking about what notes to play. She then pulled it up to her lips and played. Not great at first but soon it began to sound like a gently rain and thunderstorm. As soon as she began to imagine just that in her mind a small pool of water began to bubble up from the ground. It pooled together and began to make a small lake around Zezi, leaving her trapped on a small island in the center.
Ga smiled and took out an empty vial, then hastily proceeded to collect at least some of the water around Zezi.
"Wow..." Gurka, marveled, watching the elements respond to the song. “It looks like you have the gift, Zezi," she grinned.
Her eyes quickly opened when she heard the word "Gift." The water quickly dissipated, soaking into the ground and not even leaving a trace that it was ever there.
"You have the gift of the shaman," Gurka smiled. "Just like me," she nodded, "The elements respond to your playing."
"They did?" She asked scratching her head. She looked around. "But where are they? I don't see anything that looks like the elements were here."
"Play dat song again - only dis time, don't close your eyes." - said Ga'Crane, putting the vial back into his bag.
"Okay." she said shrugging and beginning to play her song again. She played it all the way through. Nothing happened.
"Huh..." Gurka murmured, shrugging. "Well, I saw the elements respond to your call with my own eyes. Everyone else did too, unless I've suddenly gone crazy or something."
"Signin' in for joor suddenly-gone-crazy club, Gurka," - muttered Ga. Well, what else could he say?
"Maybeh it was da sun. I heard it can play tricks on you sometimes." She said after she had finished.
"Den Ah guess we could joose some more moosic to soothe our heads." - Ga hoped he managed to conceal his thoughts with a shy smile.
After listening, Nightbane stepped out of the congregation, and climbed onto a small building. She watched from above to make sure no one attacked.
"Okay. I'll play something else. Maybe this song will help clear your heads." She said. She closed her eyes briefly and thought then she slowly began to play again, this time a cheery and playful tune. She played and began to imagine her music as the wind, sweeping over the vast and empty plains. As she began to think this the wind picked up and actually began to swirl around her, making a small tornado.
'Four out of four. We need to get to Shatterspear ASAP. Before I do go crazy,
' Ga’Crane thought to himself blankly.
She continued to play, going into a cheerful and yet warlike song. As she made the shift small fire balls appeared in the tornado and spun with it making it look like a fire storm.
'Hey, Spirits? It's me, good ol' Ga. Well, erm, dunno whadda say... Actually, you're somewhere close, right? Well, I know I'm not a shaman or something, but I'd feel much obliged if you, wossaname, communicated with my girl. Heck, I'm not even sure you hear me. In any case, thanks in advance. Yours truly, RSVP and the rest, you know it better than me,'
Ga'Crane thought to himself in the same manner.
Nightbane tilted her head curiously. Gurka didn't commune with the spirits like Zezi did. She whipped her tail back and forth as she thought.
She continued playing for a bit longer till she finished the song. The wind and fire died down as she opened her eyes and looked around. "Did that help clear ya minds of da strange tings ya saw?" She asked smiling at them.
'Great, just when I thought we would settle it down till Shatterspear... Oh, bugger,’
Ga’Crane thought, managing to conceal a facial twitch.
Illia watched as Zezi summoned the different elements. As she did her tiny shadow fiend constantly jumped with the timing of the song. "It's no strange thing. You can summon the elements," She said as her shadow stopped jumping and looked around wondering where the music went.
"Did it not help?" She asked looking at Ga. "Cause if it didn't I can play sometin else," Then she heard the undead speak. "What you mean?" She asked, confused, "Who can summon the elements?"
"You can little one," She said, "They came when you started to play your music."
"But if that's true then why didn't they come last time when I played?" She asked, sure that everyone was playing some joke or something on her.
"I can prove it," She said grabbing her shadow fiend and started to push and pull the shadow till it formed a small mirror. "This little guy can show people what he sees," She said as the mirror shimmered and then showed Zezi playing and the various elements responding. "See it's true." She said showing it to the young troll.
"Illia? Thank joo. Thank joo so much," Ga’Crane stated bluntly.
Zezi watched. That was her but....but it couldn't be real. "But....how can that be? I've never even trained to control dem. Why do dey listen to me?" she asked.
Illia let the shadow turn back to normal and it sat on her shoulder. "Like I said, Music is a language that everyone understands even the elements. They listened to your music and responded." She said.
"But I’m not great." She said still feeling apprehensive about this whole thing.
"For someone that can summon the spirits at such a young age is pretty great," the undead insisted.
"But....but....I can't....I'm sure I can't..." Zezi said, sure that this couldn't be true.
"Joo know wha'? Da soonah we get to da Shatterspear, da soonah we can talk to deir elder shaman. Ah bet he knows a lot of dis," Ga’Crane suggested.
"Sure you can," Illia said and stood up straight for a few seconds before leaning over again. "You just have to believe yourself," She said.
"Ya! Dat sounds like a good idea." She said nodding her head powerfully enough to make her look like a bobble head. She was glad that Ga had stepped in to end the conversation.
Illia took a few steps back and turned her back to the group then pulled out a black gem from her pocket. Then gem had a faint shadow aura to it that was slowly fading. "Not much time left." She thought before putting it away and turned back to the group. "When are we going to continue our little journey?" She asked.
Vashadya smiled, a couple of tears came to her eyes, she was impressed by the child's determination and the beauty of the music she was capable of creating. And the way the elements swayed to the little elven girl's song, Vashadya too had seen strange things when she played her music, though it was the light that responded to her songs rather than the elements, but the girl was so young and yet the music was deep and powerful. What was more the elements not only listened to her music, but seemed to obey it. Ga'Crane's earlier stare put her on edge slightly, but the elf made no signs as to have noticed, she just hoped it was not the kind of stare she thought it might be... That would be creepy, "Might be best to get going now, or we could always get some food to take with us if you would rather have warm food now rather than when we are further north," she said after a little while, wiping away the tears she had shed.
"I..." Nightbane paused, remembering she had shattered her bow, "agree... we might need food." she grumbled irritably.
"Do not worry sister, I will keep an eye on him too, and if you need I can help you with getting a new bow," the night elf whispered in Darnassian to the worgen.
"Your offer is gracious, but I must do it myself," she whispered, "It was broken in anger, and I must make anew in peace."
Vashadya nodded, "then I respect your wish, sister," she replied.
Nightbane nodded, and returned to her post, scanning the crowd for threats.
Vashadya glanced back at the others, "well, I assume we find a random place to eat, that is, if no one has a particular place in mind," she said.
"Do we even have the gold for such a meal?" The worg grunted.
"Well we could hunt for food, although I do have a decent amount of gold on me if you do want to eat somewhere," Vashadya replied.
"I cannot cook, I eat my meals raw..." Nightbane stated a bit bluntly.
"Well I can cook, so if need be I could do it, since I assume some people at least may want a cooked meal," Vashadya said, slightly surprised, but she reminded herself that Nightbane was a worgen after all, and besides sometimes it was just a waste making a fire to cook a meal if it was unnecessary.
Nightbane read Vashadya's expression,"It is the way I am. I am a worg, and my kind has always felled their meals themselves," she said.
"Oh not it's not that, I was just a little surprised really, although come to think of it, it is sort of a stupid thing to be surprised about," Vashadya replied, hoping she had not offended the worg/worgen.
Nightbane shook her head, "I am unique, and I have never met a worgen of similar descent before..." she paused, knowing full well that she spoke a lie.
Vashadya raised an eyebrow, but said nothing else.
Nightbane felt the moonstone's presence again.
‘You seem troubled.’
‘Have you already forgotten?’
‘I can never forget Nightbane, I only exist to watch over you.’
‘Don’t pretend nothing happened!’
She snarled and tossed the moonstone away. It would be back, but she didn't care.
Vashadya glanced in the direction the moonstone had been thrown in momentarily, before turning back to the others, waiting for their decision. She turned to Gurka, "do you know a good place to eat at?"
She smiled at them all mischievously. "You guys should go get something to eat, but me and Ga already ate. While you guys where lost we ate these delicious things called rib's. They were so goooooood." She said.
"Sounds good," Gurka chuckled to Zezi, turning back to Vashadya. "There's one big inn where you can buy a meal to sit down and eat, or we could get some supplies to make a meal from one of the vendors around town."
"You guys should go get some ribs. There really good." she said her smile shifting from mischievous to sincere in an instant.
Nightbane whipped her tail back and forth. "I will return," she said, taking off on all fours.
"You go on ahead. I'm going to go see the town." She told the others before she walked onto the crossroads. She walked through the streets looking at all the booths that had been set up.
Ga came up to Zezi and put his hands on her shoulders, "So-o-o, lil' one, whaddaya wanna do now?"
"Let's go exploring!" She said excitedly.
"'splorin'? 'splorin's good, joo have mah word at dat, only we'll have to return by da time our friends' tummies are full. Still wanna go 'splorin'? Den pick where to start!"
"Let's go over that way!" She said pointing back toward the market that was still going on.
"Why not?" - Ga'Crane grabbed Zezi and placed her on his shoulders. - "See joo around, den." - he told the rest of the party before heading back to the market, whistling.
She smiled and swung her legs cheerfully as they headed toward the market again. "I bet we'll see some really really neat things." She said cheerfully as they entered the market.
"No one would be stoopid enough to bet against dat." - chuckled Ga, making his way through the buzzing crowd.
She constantly turned her head as they passed things. Seeing and smelling the different things all around. "Ew What's that?" She asked pointing to a booth with lots of glass vials full of strange and wonderful fluids.
"Oy, how handy!" Ga elbowed his way to the booth, muttering in Zandali on his way, - "Time to get some job done," - he explained to Zezi and began the negotiating. The next several minutes were filled with exotic ingredients changing owners, potions with names like Third Breath of the Silent Eagle mentioned in the most matter-of-factly way possible, and general rabbling on the lines of "Seventeen silver coins? Dat be a blasphemy upon dem Loa, mon!"
As Illia was walking down the street she heard a commotion and saw Ga'Crane talking to a shop owner. "Hello Ga'Crane. What are you arguing about?" She asked.
"Oy, Illia, 'sup. Jus' negotiatin' with dis 'onorable alchemist - and Ah'm almost done, fortunately. Thanks for askin', never-da-less."
"What are you buying?" She asked.
"Empty vials, some ingridients dat Ah wouldn't be able to gather mahself, a sharpenin' stone and some ink. Ah'm more on da sellin' part, anyways. After all, it is just wron' for a potion doc to buy ready-made potions rather dan brew dem himself. Dat's what Ah've been taught."
"Wait you're a potion doc? Do you know any potions that can help with making scars dissapear?" She asked.
"By magic a long time ago.....from a life I wish to forget," She said rather vaguely.
"More specific, joo should be. Dis potion Ah'm making, who for? Is da particular school known, dat caused da damage?" - asked Ga'Crane patiently.
"It's for me. I think it was fel magic." She said closing her eyes and trying to remember as much as possible.
She had gotten off Ga's shoulders and looked at the potions herself. "Ew....what's this one do?" she asked picking up a strange orange and green looking mixture. "Oh that?" The shop keeper said, "Have it. No one buys them anymore anyway."
Zezi cheered. "I wonder what it does...." She muttered to herself.
She then uncorked it sipped. The shop keeper quickly yelled, "NO!" But was too late, "Uh oh! You better get her to a bathroom and fast." The shop keeper said a bit panic stricken.
"Why?" zezi started to ask but already she could tell. Her stomach made a hideous growling sound. "Oh." She groaned.
Ga frowned at Zezi and hastily took out another potion - "Dere, drink dis, dis will delay da outcome for a while. Illia, get me da following reagents," - he said, quickly writing down all of them and shoving a small piece of parchment to the forsaken, then grabbed Zezi and ran for the inn.
"'scuse me, 'scuse me, 'scuse me..." - muttered Ga as he elbowed his way through the inn to the nearest door with easily recognisable sign on it. A venerable old orc just went out of it, and Ga rushed Zezi in just in front of some wiry elf with amazing hair. The potion doc slammed the door shut behind the girl and turned around, arms folded on his chest.
"Seems simple enough," Illia said looking over the list and turned and walked off to find the ingredients.
As soon as she saw the bathroom she rushed in. It was stinky but she didn't care as she shut the door behind her and quickly began to do her business. As she did so she made awful sounds that could be heard outside the door.
Nightbane had learned one thing while hunting alone. Pack instincts don't work when you're alone. She crept up on a gazelle from above. She pounced, dropping onto the unsuspecting graiser, and sank her jaws into its throat. Quickly, the priestess set back with the gazelle on her back. She had eaten her fill and decided to share with the others. As Vashadya moved into an inn with Gurka, she quickly fell in behind the other priestess. Vashadya heard that she was being followed, "oh hello Nightbane," she said in a friendly manner, turning to the worg, "I see your hunting was successful." The worg merely offered a polite grunt in response..
Gurka sat down at a table. It wasn't long until a troll waiter came by with a pad and pen. "I'd like to buy a... umm..." she paused, trying to decide whether to get boar ribs or the beef stew.”I'd like the stew please," she asked, smiling.
"And you?" the troll asked, gesturing to the Night Elf. He had a somewhat suspicious look in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.
Nightbane barked at the troll "cook this," holding the gazelle out to him.
"I will have some of the gazelle too then, if you do not mind," Vashadya said pleasantly, she did not often eat meat, but she knew in order to stay healthy it was important she ate a variety of food.
From where he stood, Ga'Crane nodded at Gurka, Vashadya and Nightbane, shivering as he was forced to listen the sounds coming from the door.
Illia walked into the inn carrying the ingredients in her arms. She spotted Ga'Crane and walked over and started to hear Zezi. "Is she going to be okay?" She asked.
"'course. That was not a particuarly stron' potion, after all." - Ga sighed - "Ah hope dat will teach her to be more careful when dealing with liquids of unknown origin, and Ah actually thank da Loas, for right next to da potion she drank stood a loosely sealed Treads of the Seventh Devourer, and believe me, joo don't want to know what it is."
After a good while she finally was able to stop. She crawled out of the bathroom. "UGh....." She groaned as she stepped outside. 'Never drink strange potions' she said in her mind, 'they make you sick.'
Ga didn't even bother to look around - he knew who was behind him. He sighed and said sadly - "Joo've disappointed me, Zezi." - the best thing he could come up with, because, being a late-twenties single male he knew little to nothing about raising children, and could only hope he had chosen the right way to do it.
She looked down at the ground when she heard GA. "I'm sorry....i shouldn't have drank it." She said sadly.
"Ah know dat joo are sorry, girl. Ah've heard it, joo know. Joo should consider joorself lucky to have drunk just dat potion, not somethin' else,” Ga sighed and turned to face Zezi, unable to maintain the cold tone, "Can joo promise me somethin', Zezi? Can joo be more careful - and Ah mean not only drinkin' somethin' joo know nothin' of?"
"I promise," She said feeling really bad, so bad that she couldn't even look up at Ga.
Ga sighed once again, 'Well, I can only hope that promise will last for several days at least, and by then we'll make it to Shatterspear.' "Now, what am Ah goin' to do to joo... Tell me, lil' one, can joo read?"
Illia watched as the two trolls talked. "My arms are getting tired." She said and sat down at a nearby table setting the ingredients down as well. She pulled out the paper and made sure she had collected everything.
She flinched when he said that. Then she shook her head. She knew she was probably going to get punished for having drunk that potion.
"No-o-o?.." And then he saw Illia. "Forget dat. Follow me. Illia! Jolly good to see joo. And Ah see joo've brought dem reagents, very good. Now, Zezi, watch me as Ah take dem one by one and prepare dem, den repeat after me. Got it?" - said Ga, grabbing all the reagents and proceeding to the nearest empty table.
Illia followed after the troll. "Do you need any help with making the potion?" She asked.
The little troll nodded and followed and watched and did what Ga did.
"Don't worry about it too much. He acts like that because he cares about you," She said whispering to the young troll.
"Really?" She asked looking up at Illia. "I taught he was just upset at me dat I drank da potion."
"I think he was more upset about the thought that you might have gotten hurt," She said.
Ga could hear the two females talk on the edge of his hearing capabilities, and didn't know whether to thank Illia or to reprimand her. In the end he decided to concentrate on the work - mind you, it was not something extremely difficult, far easier for example than engraving magical runes, but still required dedication and some skills, so the potion doc was pleasantly surprised to see how well Zezi did, having to correct her only a few select times,
'Guess all I can is hope that this will not wear off once she somewhat forgets about today... Who said that fear is a damn good tonic, eh? Not that I want to educate Zezi solely via fear, of course.'
"Stupid orc." She muttered seeing the orc yelling at a waitress before she returned her attention to the potion. "Is it almost done?" She asked.
Ga took out a piece of parchment with runic weave drawn on it, placed an empty glass in the middle and slowly began mixing the components. Nothing happened at first, but then the potion doc whispered something, causing the runic weave to disappear in a flash of light. A ghostly pit lord skull emerged from the glass and flew upwards, only to be dragged down by two ghostly arms. Several seconds later, it was just a glass with an aqua-green liquid on a blank parchment, "It is done. But Ah have to warn joo - it will hurt."
"Then I guess I'll have to wait for night fall before I take it." She said grabbing it and looking it over.
Ga raised his eyebrow - "Why?"
"If I told you that it would ruin all the fun." She said and set the bottle back down.
"All da fun, joo say? So-o-o mysterious, joo are. Nobody gets hurt, as long as, with dat Ah'm fine,” Ga’Crane teased, 'I might want to drop that grammar, but it is rather amusing, really.'
"It's just better you didn't know right now," She said picking the bottle back up and hid it in the sleeve of her robe,"I guess I owe you one for making this."
She listened and watched silently. She was curious why Illia needed this potion. She then looked at Ga, "So....am I still in trouble?" she asked meekly.
Ga turned around to face the girl, "Actually, Ah just wanted to say dat joo did really well, and probably saved us a lot of time while makin' dat potion. So Ah guess not," - and smiled re-assuringly, before turning to Illia. "Joo know, Ah could play an obnoxious jerk and ask joo 'One what, exactly?', but Ah'm in good mood right now, so Ah'll say - don't mention it."
Zezi looked up at him, though she didn't smile cause she still felt bad. "I still feel bad about it though." She said meekly.
"No need to, Zezi, as long as joo remembah whatchu've learnt today," Ga’Crane smiled in his goofy, sagely manner.
Gurka's meal finally arrived, and she eagerly began to eat, "Mmm..." she murmured, eating spoonful after spoonful of stew. "Hadn't eaten all day..." she chuckled, before resuming her eating.
"Same," Vashadya agreed, setting herself down across from the orc. She waited patiently for her meal to arrive, the elf looked around the room casually, and a couple of orcs and trolls, some tauren and one or two others besides were present in the room she noted, though she did not think much of it.
"So what brings a night elf to the Barrens?" Gurka asked between spoonfuls, "I forgot to ask before."
Nightbane sat as a worg, and tilted her head to Gurka's question.
"Oh... Well I really wanted to see the world for myself, it was getting a little too monotonous in Darnassus and so I eventually decided to leave... I came to the Barrens since I have already seen most of the elven lands and so I wanted to see the lands beyond the ones my people reside in, it seemed like a logical choice I guess," Vashadya replied, thinking for a moment, "and that way I get to meet a lot of new people, and of varying races too," she added with a smile.
Nightbane nodded and whipped her tail about, "Perhaps too many..."
Vashadya nodded as well, "perhaps, but I guess if there were no bad people in society there would be no chance for the good ones to prove themselves," she said at Nightbane's comment.
"If there were no evil the world would be at peace, we wouldn't be escorting an escape slave girl who has suffered abuse untold, and I would not be hunting the woman who caused the death of my mother," Nightbane snapped angrily, her hairs bristling up a bit.
"I never meant that comment as an insult, we have all suffered hardships and I would not will it upon anyone else, but as far as I know there is no way to be rid of the evil in our world and others, so instead we should better ourselves when faced with it, rather than simply wishing for it to be gone," Vashadya replied, not having intended to cause an argument.
Nightbane sighed and shook her head, visibly deflating, "Forgive me, I let my temper lead me again..."
Vashadya waved her hand dismissively, "forget about it sister, no harm done," she said calmly.
"Yeah, that makes sense," Gurka smiled to Vashadya, glancing over to the orc causing the commotion. "I like meeting new people, especially non-orcs. I like getting new perspective and new stories."
Vashadya nodded in agreement, she glanced momentarily towards the orc as well, though she turned back after a few seconds, it seemed to her they were simply trying to gain attention. "So, do you have any relatives in Orgrimmar or wherever exactly it is you come from?" she asked curiously.
"Yeah," Gurka nodded, finishing her stew. "Both my parents live in Orgrimmar. I mostly stayed there, though I wandered around Durotar and the Barrens looking for stuff to do from time to time. Never really been anywhere else though. It's exciting seeing all these new places."
"Yup," Gurka nodded, leaning back and relaxing a little, "I'm glad that our people aren't fighting anymore. Back before I was born, people like you and I could never be friends."
"Same, I mean, the few stories you hear of people being friends back in those days, despite their races being enemies, generally end... Unpleasantly," Vashadya agreed. "But I am glad to have met you Gurka, you go against all the tales of old and the ways they describe your people," she added with smile.
"Thanks," Gurka smiled. "Though I guess I'm not the perfect model of an orc," she chuckled. "I'm a little less stuck up about things like honor and stuff. Won't see me get into a fight over being called a name. Of course, I still want my parents to be proud of me. That's why I'm trying so hard to earn my second name."
"Earn your second name?" Vashadya inquired, raising an eyebrow at the thought of having to earn a name, unless of course Gurka was referring to a title instead. Or maybe Gurka meant she was trying to live up to her second name, Vashadya reasoned, still not entirely sure what the orc meant.
"In Orcish society, you're given your first name by your parents--Gurka, in my case," Gurka replied. "Then, to get your second name, you have to earn your second name in some heroic feat. My father is called Gorg Strongarm, because he used to be semi-legendary among our clan for being unbeatable in arm wrestling, to the point that the elders deemed him worthy of the name..." she chuckled. "You might have heard of Grom Hellscream, famous for his ear-splitting scream; or the patron of my clan, Kilrogg Deadeye, who was named for his missing eye..." she paused. "You can also inherit your father's name when he dies if you're the firstborn son, but since I'm a girl, that's not an option..." she shrugged, not seeming to be at all put out by that. "So I ran into Nightbane in Orgrimmar, and she was hunting some warlock on Outland, and so I figure I can help kill her and get a second name of my own. I want my parents to be proud of me."
"Oh, I understand it now, so essentially your second name is like a title then," Vashadya commented.
"Basically," Gurka shrugged. "It's not quite the same as the titles that humans use, but it's more or less the same. The only real difference is that you're almost expected to have a second name in orcish society. A lot more orcs have earned second names than humans have honorary titles, from what I've heard. They have Uther Lightbringer, and Lothar Lionheart, but you can't walk down a street in Orgrimmar without meeting a dozen individuals with second names."
"Oh, okay, but I guess that is because in human society, there are generally high standards required to receive a title, I am not saying in your society it is not a challenge to receive a second name, I assume it is just the different traditions that affect whether or not someone gets a title and whether or not they are expected to have one," Vashadya said. "Though tell me, is it possible for your second name to change? Like if you earn one name, then do something that would be deemed worthy to earn you another, would you be given the new name, or would you keep the old one?" she asked Gurka.
"It's really up to you," Gurka shrugged. "You're officially given the name by the elders of your clan in a big ceremony, so, let's say if you had inherited a name from your father and they pulled you aside to let you know that they were considering giving you a different one, you'd be able to tell them if you'd prefer to keep your father's name. Take Doomhammer or Garrosh Hellscream, for instance. Even if they'd earned a really cool name in battle, they might not want to change it, because of how famous the Doomhammer and Hellscream names are. It might actually be seen as disrespectful to cast aside the name that your father and grandfather and great-grandfather bore, but again, it's really up to you."
"So second names must be really important in your people's society," Vashadya thought out loud, "So what about your parents? Are they shamans too?" she asked.
"Yeah, seconds names are pretty important," Gurka nodded. "I mean, Thrall doesn't have one, and his parents didn't have them, and, like, Drek'thar didn't have one..." she shrugged. "But it certainly doesn't hurt your status in your clan. And no, my parents aren't shaman. It's not really all that unusual for a shaman to be born from people who aren't shaman. You can't really predict who is going to have the gift."
Vashadya smiled, "well your parents must be happy that you have the gift, I would assume it would be somewhat of an honour to be able to communicate with the elements," she said. "The girl, Zezi she's called right? The elements seem to be close to her," the priestess added, being more or less familiar with the subject from what she had learnt from both foreigners and on her travels.
"Yeah, they're glad that I was born a shaman," Gurka smiled. "But they really want to see me put it to use. They never say anything, but I can tell that they have really high expectations. That's why it's so important for me to earn a name for myself."
"Well I suppose if we succeed in tracking down that warlock Dag'rema that would be grounds for a second name, from what I have heard of her she was extremely powerful," Vashadya said. "My parents have high expectations of me too, though I doubt I will ever be able to fulfill them," she told the orc.
"Yeah, that's what I figure," Gurka nodded. "I like the sound of 'Gurka Witchkiller,'" she grinned. "But I'm sorry about your parents. I'm sure they're not all that disappointed in you," she added, trying to console the elf.
"Though even since the incident, no matter how hard I try they expect better of me," Vashadya replied.
"You mentioned that," Gurka commented, leaning on her hands, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not much to it really, but if you want to I will explain what the incident is exactly," Vashadya replied.
"Whatever makes you feel better," Gurka nodded, listening intently.
Vashadya finished her meal, pushing the empty plate aside before starting. "Well, there is not much to tell as I said, but I will try and keep this as simple as possible," she started. "As a child growing up in a quite large village in Feralas I was taught to be kind to others and not to fight back when others hurt me because that would merely make matters worse," she continued, "I followed those values closely for most of my childhood, though all it did was make the others see me as a pushover. Some people were nice in return, but others," Vashadya wrinkled her face in disgust at this point, "others just used it to their advantage. If someone would hit me I would just ignore the pain and not fight back, but eventually I started to get depressed and angry at everyone else for bullying me... I must have been, what... eighty then."
Vashadya took a sip of water before continuing, "I was quite in touch with shadow magic by then, though I did not really know how to use it, rather it was fueled by my emotions," she added. "Well, one day I had enough. I think I was getting beaten up at that time and then... from one second to next I just snapped. I started to hurt everyone I could whether they were my friends or not, fortunately I was stopped before I actually ended up killing someone, which probably would have happened had I gone unchecked," she continued, looking around to ensure that only Gurka was listening. "After that the elders had to decide what to do with me, they considered exile, though instead one of the elders, a kindly old man whose name I forget at this moment, decreed that if I proved myself worthy in Darnassus as a priestess I would be allowed to return someday. My mother was a priestess so she taught me a little before I went and then in Darnassus I went to become a priestess, I guess if it was not for the other priestesses seeing that I could be powerful follower of Elune, since I was able to use shadow magic quite effectively already, I would not be sitting here today, talking to you."
"All in all I had to give up a lot of what I was to become a priestess, though I still have not had the chance to truly prove myself so I doubt I will ever see my family nor my village ever again. Though thankfully, the one in that moonstone Nightbane keeps, managed to remove the last traces of the dark magics from my being. Unfortunately, despite that, there are still certain aspects of myself that I dislike," she concluded.
"Wow... That's a lot to take in..." Gurka commented, thinking the story over. "So you learned shadow magic before even moon magic? Is that the same shadow magic that the undead use, or am I completely off base?"
"The same I suppose, though there are various different branches and sub-branches of each school of magic," Vashadya replied, feeling better now that she had gotten some of the unpleasant things about her life off her chest.
Zezi nodded. She gave a small smile and pulled out her ocarina. She began to play a lively and fun tune.
Nightbane's ears perked up, "Hearing that outside of the temple is odd..." she said, referring to Zezi's playing.
Ga's ears trembled as he heard the worgen talking. He turned, - "Ecks-koose me?"
Nightbane turned and in her heavily accent growled, "What?"
"Joo've been givin' me strange looks lon' since, worgen. Is dere a problem?" Ga’Crane asked coldly, eying the worgen face to face.
"I don't trust you, you stole Zezi without any warning," she growled.
Ga's body was faster than his conscious - his fists clenched and slammed into the table before he even thought of an answer. The potion doc's eyes narrowed and he said coldly - "So. Joo t'ink Ah'm able to 'urt Zezi? T'ink bettah next time, worgen - while joor lot was busy chatterin', it was me 'oo came to t'ink, dat, as surprisin' as it may sound, da child might not be comfortable 'ungry in da wilderness."
Nightbane snarled and rushed Ga'Cane, just managing to restrain herself from pouncing upon the troll and attacking. Her teeth were not much more than an inch from his face and she snarled in darnassian,
“Do not tempt me farther, you have no claws!”
"Ah don't speak da ancient language, elf. And when did joo brush joor teeth last time?" - asked Ga coldly, turning away from the worgen.
Nightbane yanked Ga'Cane around to face her again, "Just because you have her interest in mind does not mean it is justified to take her! If you were killed she would have been stolen again, and there is no guarantee she would have ever been found again!" she snarled. "Your...rashness...would have been her end!"
The troll raised his eyebrow - "Ah take dat point. On da othah hand, what 'ave joo done to prove dat joo are 'er friend? And if joo start somet'in' on da lines of 'If Ah were joor enemy, joo'd be lon' dead', CUT THE CRAP."
"I watch! My path will take me far beyond where she may come. When I leave I leave not a crying child!" Nightbane all but roared into his face.
The troll remained silent for several seconds, and then sighed - "Look, dis is ridiculous. We're behavin' like we're of Zezi's age ourselves. Ah say we bot' are on 'er side; 'ence we shouldn't spend time snarlin' at each othah - and by dat probably upsettin' 'er. Peace?" - He said, raising his hand.
Nightbane nodded, not quite sure what to make of the hand, "You have my word."
Ga'Crane smiled and stretched out his hand towards the worgen, seemingly oblivious of the claws - "Ah am Ga'Crane, a potion doc."
Nightbane took a wild guess and took Ga'Cane's hand, "Nightbane, Priestess of Elune."
"Nice to meet joo," - the troll expected a high five, but decided that was good enough - "If Ah am not mistaken, joo seemed like da ocarina was not unfamiliar to joo, is dat so?"
"Some play it in the temples, I have not strayed this far before...it was unexpected," she confessed.
"Temples, joo say? Ah was plannin' to go to da Shatterspear and seek audience wit' one of da Elder shamen, thinkin' dat dey might know about it. And now joo say servants of da Moon Lady 'ave ties wit' it... Too bad - Ah cannot expect anyt'in' good for Zezi in one of joor temples, no offense meant, but we ARE trolls, after all."
"She can transcend prejudice far better than any of us, I believe that she has a chance," she said, an ever so slight smile coming onto her snout.
"Ah... Look, if we take wyverns, it won't be lon' before we reach Shatterspear. If we do not succeed dere, well... Dat would leave us no choice but to seek da Night Warrior's guidance," Ga’Crane voiced, watching the worg before him.
Zezi continued to play, not paying any attention to what was happening around her. When she finished she let out a yawn. "I'm getting a bit sleepy." She said her eye's drooping as she said it.
Nightbane nodded Ga off to Zezi.
"Oh. I guess lil' girl is tired. I'm taking her to a room. Ah 'm takin' her to a room." - he explained, then picked Zezi up.
Nightbane sighed, and whipped her tail about. As much as she liked the little girl, she was afraid to introduce herself for too long.
Finding where to cut and what can be afforded to be cut is getting more difficult. I'm no editor.
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