Aderlee squinted as he peered upwards at the floating piece of wood. A painted fetish, a crudely drawn face with soulless, staring blank eyes. It hovered tauntingly out of reach above their heads as they stood outside the Wyvern's Tail, and Aderlee glared at it's form with contempt. Lilliana however, was eager to play. When she couldn't jump and reach it, she levitated herself and outstretched her fingers to the limit, inches away from connecting with the fetish.
"Aderlee, give me a shove!"
The witchdoctor grinned and complied, too long had the spirits inhabiting the fetish taunted him. He quickly grabbed the trolless by the ankles and threw her upwards. As her fingers made contact and booped the fetish on its nose, the painted piece of wood shuddered and fell lifelessly to the ground as a sudden wave of coldness rippled through Lilliana's arm. Aderlee cackled as Lilliana floated safely back to the dirt
"Ooooooooooooooooo!"
Lilliana rubbed her arm and looked on in surprise at the fetish, giving her apologies if she hurt the fetish. Aderlee played up the act.
"Dey gonna be back, unless ju killed de tousands of years old spirits in dat ting."
After a few pushes and laughs, Aderlee picked up the now useless piece of wood and jammed it into the mailbox for disposal.
Hours later, Aderlee was back at his lab, freshly painting a brand new fetish. As he dotted the eyes last, his work was complete.
"Speak tah me spirits, Aderlee calls ju fah service."
Aderlee tossed the the hunk of wood into the air with a twist of his wrist, levitating the fetish. He scooped up his staff and began to dance around the lab, jingling and shaking his staff, his robes, and his entire body. Twisting and twirling around the lab in a hazy smoke, he probably looked like a fool to an outsider, but to a troll's eye, he was summoning in accordance with ancient ritual. Aderlee's voice called out in harmony with the jingling and ringing.
"Simsalbimbad, Simsalbimbamba, Simsalsaladu Saladim!"
As Aderlee sang, the ground rumbled and the hut shook. Ropes of dried herbs and meat swung wildly from the ceiling as jars rolled off shelves and smashed themselves into bits on the stone floor. Aderlee stumbled and lost his footing, trying to catch himself on a table as he crashed onto the floor.
"Wut de 'ell!?"
All at once, the shaking and rumbling stopped. Aderlee pulled himself to his feet to survey the damage to his wrecked lab. Broken glass covered the floor and variously colored brews and potions ran together in puddles across every surface. He had never in his thousands of years seen that kind of response from his summoning. Aderlee's eyes settled on the new fetish, perfectly balanced upright on it's chin... Then slowly fell backwards and clattered lifelessly on the table. In anger, Aderlee snapped his staff in half over his knee and threw it aside.
Elsewhere in the dead of the night at the Grim garrison, the original floating fetish from Orgrimmar that Lilliana had booped hovered low over her head as she slumbered, lifeless painted eyes staring unblinkingly forward.
