Tranquility in the Life of a Sandfury ((open RP))
Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 3:54 am
“Avon den, Tranquility”. Bloodshine’s raspy voice, usually so guttural in orcish, spoke the smooth tongue of gnomish as if she had always spoken such a way. As she spoke, she let her shield and mace fall to the dirt floor once she brushed through the tent’s entrance. Normally she would care about the respect towards her weapons and would have offered them more ceremony, but not today. She was tired, her head ached as a troll’s head should never ache. Since her return to this plane she had been whisked through an Azeroth of chaos. With only the desire to improve her skills and power for a future purpose guiding her taloned hand, she found that she ended up as one grumpy troll at the end of the day. To many this type of life would be an adventure, a challenge, and although she had the stomach for such things like any good old warrior would, well, Bloodshine found that daily her heart rested its care in other matters. Matters she could not even begin to address.
A gentle voice of gnomish origin replied to Bloodshine in the orcish tongue, “Pick those up, we aren’t slobs, now are we, no we are not, my dear Bloodshine, now did you hear that Fizzle and Pozzik are still in business and have a speed barge out in Thousand Needles, well, in what was Thousand Needles was I mean of course now it’s the Shimmering Deep and I would very much like to go there, I think you and I could have some fun, you still remember what fun is, right my dear?” Tranquility, in his gnomish way of run on sentences, looked up from his book, his eyes, brilliant blue, sparkled at the sight of the old troll.
Bloodshine didn’t give the gnome even a respectful glance, but sat down heavily on the furs, propping up a few to rest her back against. She sighed. She was no further ahead than she had been the day before, with the exception that her skills and strength had far surpassed what she had thought possible of any normal Horde or Alliance. But the days were no longer normal, and the world was not as predictable as it had once been when manipulations and control had been within her grasp. At least, she thought to herself, aligning with The Grim, as her daughter had once done, had been a clever move on her part. The way of the guild and her own were shared in the shame desires, at least in principle, if not in every action.
With a feline stretch, Bloodshine raised her arms over her head and rested her talons behind her mess of red hair, pausing to rip out her pony tail. “Any news, today Tranquility?” Her old, raspy voice was back as she spoke in orcish.
The gnome closed his book, and stepped over to sit beside Bloodshine. He looked young to the untrained eye, but in this world one could never tell the true age of an inhabitant. His hair was bleach blond, his skin a light tone. His nose large and even bulbous with the boyish quality that most gnomes are renowned for. To top all this off, he had the bluest eyes that ever had existed on a gnome. He seemed quite comfortable beside the ancient ex Matron of the Sandfury Trolls, and she just as comfortable in his presence. This suggested that the two of them have been together for some time. “Of course there is no news to be given today, Bloodshine, it’s the same as every day neither of us has been able to find a hint of where to look or where to turn for Lilliana, she and that demon have both vanished into the nether as souls that are damned often do and I will probably give you the same answer tomorrow and the day after as you will most likely give me the same answer in turn.” Tranquility spoke gently. He was not cross with Bloodshine and shared in her sorrow on a daily basis.
Bloodshine’s black eyes, enormous orbs unusual for a troll, narrowed and she hissed. Her face contorted into an expression of hate and anger that were only present to mask the sorrow of the mother that rested beneath. It smoldered and burned painfully and she knew that it would until there was something, anything, to put it out. She was not attractive and quite fearful to look upon when she was in such a mood, if you know how trolls can look when displeased.
“You know I hate it when you hiss as it is such a nasty Sandfury trait that I would have thought you to be exempt from my dear.” Tranquility glared at Bloodshine and she leapt up to her feet realizing that she had come home too early and needed some air.
“I’m sorry, Tranquility.” Bloodshine paused to lean down and kiss the gnome on the forehead, and then stalked back to the door, the way she had come in. She stopped at the skin hide flaps to say, “I’m going back out. When I return we could go to your Speedbarge and drink with the rest of the gnomes and goblins, if that really is your fancy.”
Tranquility merely grinned at Bloodshine. He had learned long ago to not question her moods, and he had learned even longer ago to steer clear of her furious tirades which bordered on berserking. She was a troll, after all. And he shared in her desires and plans. He would like to have the young troll, Bloodshine’s daughter, back among the living and prayed that her soul was returnable.
Once outside, Bloodshine snatched the reins of her undead mount, preferring to have the calmness of ground travel as opposed to the swift air travel her drake offers to her. She wasn’t going anywhere, only clearing her head after a day where her same head must have been smashed in about twenty times between Alliance and other beasts. She urged her mount out into the sands of Tanaris, her ancient homeland and onto the dunes of her youth.
She thought of the warriors within The Grim. They were all individuals to respect, as always of course, and they were always ones that their enemies would have reason to fear. Between Aureliya, the reserved mage and Gadu the determined druid that had powers Bloodshine had not yet witnessed on a regular citizen of the Horde since her return, and the others that had far surpassed her abilities, Bloodshine was quite confident that one of these warriors would have some information for her. Even the ones whose strength mirrored her own, ,such as Broyii and Lohuur, baffled her mind in their strength. The ranks had indeed been altered over the years; many warriors her daughter had befriended in the old days were retired or gone. She wished she could find the wretched little mage troll, Regnaetah, but reports had informed her he was long gone to an unknown location. Using Warneshi was out of the question, and his demise, or what she could confirm of the demise of his powers which caused her to lose his location, only further doomed her quest. Souls are durable things in this world, but once destroyed she has found that there is no way to bring even part of the essence back.
Earlier today she had traveled to Orgrimmar, to the Sandfury Embassy put into place by Warneshi. Warneshi, the self proclaimed ex Sandfury King that resembled her and the cursed Chief Sandscap, and born from the snake demon that destroyed her people’s strength, had gone into hiding shortly after her daughter’s death. Although Bloodshine accepted she was in part to blame, she had always hated the Soul Eater. A curse of her people, blood and souls were consumed as readily as food and water to a Sandfury Troll. She found that the Embassy’s building was still there of course, but used for other purposes. She had been confronted with a bustle of Horde rushing in and out conducting their business like good little drones within what once had been a hopeful liaison to her cursed and lost people. Much had changed in these six years, and there was much that Bloodshine had to learn if she was to be a success in any shape or form.
“Oh, Ioa Bwonsamdi, watch over her.” Bloodshine tightened the reigns and urged her mount forward. She knew that there was no Ioa Brownsamdi for her kind. Zum’rah, the cruel troll witchdoctor, controlled and manipulated the souls of the Sandfury dead. With this remember, she would find solace in the culture of her people, however terrible it be. Indeed, she had left behind this way of life when Sandscalp’s life and soul were destroyed by his “son” to curse him to roam Zul’Farrak for all eternity protecting his worthless sword, but she was still a Sandfury Troll, and all trolls have their primal urges, their instincts that over overcome even the most educated and wise minds. She felt her talons tighten around the reigns and rip the horse’s mouth to the side even before she knew what she was doing. She could find solace immediately. She charged towards the gates of the ancient city Zul’Farrak, where she was once known as Matron. She challenged the remaining Sandfury to come to her as she climbed their gigantic step pyramid which lead to the alter of sacrifice. Many Sandfury came to her, crazed in the delirium to protect what was left of the city. Bloodshine took her time in dismembering those of her brethren that approached her. And she took her time in the drinking of their blood.
After a couple hours of quenching her thirst, her bloodlust saturated, Bloodshine returned to where she and the gnome had placed their camp. She went inside and together they left for the Speedbarge where she joined with him and many gnomes and goblins (often fighting each other in a drunken heap of little limbs). Tranquility thought to invite the blood elf, Eezhe, strange one that he is, once they arrived and to make this a friendly affair.
Bloodshine was passive and polite for the evening, and all that a proper troll should be when in the public eye. Well, for what’s that worth in this day and age in Azeroth, anyway.
Bloodshine
Matron of the Sandfury Trolls
The Grim
A gentle voice of gnomish origin replied to Bloodshine in the orcish tongue, “Pick those up, we aren’t slobs, now are we, no we are not, my dear Bloodshine, now did you hear that Fizzle and Pozzik are still in business and have a speed barge out in Thousand Needles, well, in what was Thousand Needles was I mean of course now it’s the Shimmering Deep and I would very much like to go there, I think you and I could have some fun, you still remember what fun is, right my dear?” Tranquility, in his gnomish way of run on sentences, looked up from his book, his eyes, brilliant blue, sparkled at the sight of the old troll.
Bloodshine didn’t give the gnome even a respectful glance, but sat down heavily on the furs, propping up a few to rest her back against. She sighed. She was no further ahead than she had been the day before, with the exception that her skills and strength had far surpassed what she had thought possible of any normal Horde or Alliance. But the days were no longer normal, and the world was not as predictable as it had once been when manipulations and control had been within her grasp. At least, she thought to herself, aligning with The Grim, as her daughter had once done, had been a clever move on her part. The way of the guild and her own were shared in the shame desires, at least in principle, if not in every action.
With a feline stretch, Bloodshine raised her arms over her head and rested her talons behind her mess of red hair, pausing to rip out her pony tail. “Any news, today Tranquility?” Her old, raspy voice was back as she spoke in orcish.
The gnome closed his book, and stepped over to sit beside Bloodshine. He looked young to the untrained eye, but in this world one could never tell the true age of an inhabitant. His hair was bleach blond, his skin a light tone. His nose large and even bulbous with the boyish quality that most gnomes are renowned for. To top all this off, he had the bluest eyes that ever had existed on a gnome. He seemed quite comfortable beside the ancient ex Matron of the Sandfury Trolls, and she just as comfortable in his presence. This suggested that the two of them have been together for some time. “Of course there is no news to be given today, Bloodshine, it’s the same as every day neither of us has been able to find a hint of where to look or where to turn for Lilliana, she and that demon have both vanished into the nether as souls that are damned often do and I will probably give you the same answer tomorrow and the day after as you will most likely give me the same answer in turn.” Tranquility spoke gently. He was not cross with Bloodshine and shared in her sorrow on a daily basis.
Bloodshine’s black eyes, enormous orbs unusual for a troll, narrowed and she hissed. Her face contorted into an expression of hate and anger that were only present to mask the sorrow of the mother that rested beneath. It smoldered and burned painfully and she knew that it would until there was something, anything, to put it out. She was not attractive and quite fearful to look upon when she was in such a mood, if you know how trolls can look when displeased.
“You know I hate it when you hiss as it is such a nasty Sandfury trait that I would have thought you to be exempt from my dear.” Tranquility glared at Bloodshine and she leapt up to her feet realizing that she had come home too early and needed some air.
“I’m sorry, Tranquility.” Bloodshine paused to lean down and kiss the gnome on the forehead, and then stalked back to the door, the way she had come in. She stopped at the skin hide flaps to say, “I’m going back out. When I return we could go to your Speedbarge and drink with the rest of the gnomes and goblins, if that really is your fancy.”
Tranquility merely grinned at Bloodshine. He had learned long ago to not question her moods, and he had learned even longer ago to steer clear of her furious tirades which bordered on berserking. She was a troll, after all. And he shared in her desires and plans. He would like to have the young troll, Bloodshine’s daughter, back among the living and prayed that her soul was returnable.
Once outside, Bloodshine snatched the reins of her undead mount, preferring to have the calmness of ground travel as opposed to the swift air travel her drake offers to her. She wasn’t going anywhere, only clearing her head after a day where her same head must have been smashed in about twenty times between Alliance and other beasts. She urged her mount out into the sands of Tanaris, her ancient homeland and onto the dunes of her youth.
She thought of the warriors within The Grim. They were all individuals to respect, as always of course, and they were always ones that their enemies would have reason to fear. Between Aureliya, the reserved mage and Gadu the determined druid that had powers Bloodshine had not yet witnessed on a regular citizen of the Horde since her return, and the others that had far surpassed her abilities, Bloodshine was quite confident that one of these warriors would have some information for her. Even the ones whose strength mirrored her own, ,such as Broyii and Lohuur, baffled her mind in their strength. The ranks had indeed been altered over the years; many warriors her daughter had befriended in the old days were retired or gone. She wished she could find the wretched little mage troll, Regnaetah, but reports had informed her he was long gone to an unknown location. Using Warneshi was out of the question, and his demise, or what she could confirm of the demise of his powers which caused her to lose his location, only further doomed her quest. Souls are durable things in this world, but once destroyed she has found that there is no way to bring even part of the essence back.
Earlier today she had traveled to Orgrimmar, to the Sandfury Embassy put into place by Warneshi. Warneshi, the self proclaimed ex Sandfury King that resembled her and the cursed Chief Sandscap, and born from the snake demon that destroyed her people’s strength, had gone into hiding shortly after her daughter’s death. Although Bloodshine accepted she was in part to blame, she had always hated the Soul Eater. A curse of her people, blood and souls were consumed as readily as food and water to a Sandfury Troll. She found that the Embassy’s building was still there of course, but used for other purposes. She had been confronted with a bustle of Horde rushing in and out conducting their business like good little drones within what once had been a hopeful liaison to her cursed and lost people. Much had changed in these six years, and there was much that Bloodshine had to learn if she was to be a success in any shape or form.
“Oh, Ioa Bwonsamdi, watch over her.” Bloodshine tightened the reigns and urged her mount forward. She knew that there was no Ioa Brownsamdi for her kind. Zum’rah, the cruel troll witchdoctor, controlled and manipulated the souls of the Sandfury dead. With this remember, she would find solace in the culture of her people, however terrible it be. Indeed, she had left behind this way of life when Sandscalp’s life and soul were destroyed by his “son” to curse him to roam Zul’Farrak for all eternity protecting his worthless sword, but she was still a Sandfury Troll, and all trolls have their primal urges, their instincts that over overcome even the most educated and wise minds. She felt her talons tighten around the reigns and rip the horse’s mouth to the side even before she knew what she was doing. She could find solace immediately. She charged towards the gates of the ancient city Zul’Farrak, where she was once known as Matron. She challenged the remaining Sandfury to come to her as she climbed their gigantic step pyramid which lead to the alter of sacrifice. Many Sandfury came to her, crazed in the delirium to protect what was left of the city. Bloodshine took her time in dismembering those of her brethren that approached her. And she took her time in the drinking of their blood.
After a couple hours of quenching her thirst, her bloodlust saturated, Bloodshine returned to where she and the gnome had placed their camp. She went inside and together they left for the Speedbarge where she joined with him and many gnomes and goblins (often fighting each other in a drunken heap of little limbs). Tranquility thought to invite the blood elf, Eezhe, strange one that he is, once they arrived and to make this a friendly affair.
Bloodshine was passive and polite for the evening, and all that a proper troll should be when in the public eye. Well, for what’s that worth in this day and age in Azeroth, anyway.
Bloodshine
Matron of the Sandfury Trolls
The Grim