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Full Name: Jivah is all she goes by Titles or Nicknames: She calls herself "Mama Jivah", but no one else does. Age: She looks to be in her late thirties, and if you asked her, she'd tell you that she's "as old as her tongue and a bit older than her tusks". Race: Troll Gender: Fe...

"Jivah?" The shaman blinked. She tilted her head as her eyes refocused on Mohan where he stood in front of her, waiting. "Why de delay?" she repeated again. Mohan nodded. The snake lifted its head from where it lay coiled around her throat. It flicked its tongue lazily at the hun...

"Look like it was gettin' itself ready ta venture outta dat cave. An' den outta de mountain. An' den -" Jivah shrugged. "Ain' no way of knowin', but Mama Jivah guessin' dat it ain' ta be good." The shaman uncrossed her long legs and pushed herself up from the bench. "An' dat...

Jivah threw back her head and cackled madly. The tauren seated across from her bristled, blowing air through his nostrils. "You are amused, troll?" "Dese dwarves ain' nevah gonna learn! First dey blew up de mountain, den dey say dat dey ain't had enough and summon dis oddah one!"...

The troll's heavy feet slap-slapped on the stone, her footsteps echoing softly in the long hallway. Her jaw throbbed and ached; she realized she was clenching her teeth together once again. She kept her eyes pointed straight ahead, not looking at the elven carvings and architecture. There was a low ...

Jivah pulled the thick ropes of hair away from her neck and wound them into a knot at the back of her head. The thick air did little to dry the beads of sweat that dripped down her skin and onto the slick, mossy stone beneath her feet. She felt as though she was breathing through a wet blanket - the...

"I was beginning to think that you had succumbed to the dangers of your task," Mohan said gruffly. He took a seat opposite the shaman in a secluded corner of the Filthy Animal. Jivah made a gesture as though acknowledging a hit. "Mama Jivah t'ink dat she might, once or twice. But it m...

After depositing her little scribe back in the orphanage in mostly good shape - save for a deepened wish never to associate with trolls again for the rest of her life - she returned to set up "camp" outside the guild hall.  She dozed lightly, but was never too asleep to miss a passing oppo...

"Come on, nah!"  At another jerk of the rope, the little Sin'dorei girl was yanked along firmly, though not unkindly.  Her too-small shoes - for that was all that could be found at the orphanage - slap-slapped along the ground as she trotted obediently along behind her "handler"....

(IC) What name or title do you go by?       - You preddeh call Mama Jivah jus' dat.  Not much ta remember, not like dem tineh elfeh like givin' demselves too many name.  Elfeh tryin' ta make up fo' somet'ing else he don' have, yah? (IC) What is your gender and race?       - Mama Jivah goddah ansah d...