Lost Tao
Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 7:10 pm
Chaindog stands in the guild hall with letter in hand. A summons by both her tribe leader and her grandmother. Mortal enemies both signing a summons? What could be so bad that they would need her. She tosses the letter on the table. It would serve as notice to the Grim she would step out for a bit.
She steps outside and flies off for Revantusk Village. Upon her arrival she notes lots of trolls. Way more than her tribe should have. Then she sees the banners. Many of them including Revantusk, Darkspear, Sandfury and the Vilebranch. It seem would something has come up to bring the tribes together.
She works her way up to the chief's hut. The are no guards at the door. It could be a sign of openness and trust among the tribes. She steps in and stops. She waits for the chiefs to acknowledge her presence. It is immediate.
Her chief turns and looks at her, "Chaindog, it is good you have come."
Chaindog steps forward and looks towards her grandmother Hexx, "Grandmatron." she says in an even tone. Hexx merely nods at her.
"What is it ju want to be askin of me?" Chaindog asks. "Why call me, when so many trolls be here?"
Her chief says, "We be losing our way Chaindog. You're one of the last trained trolls of the old ways. Our young are being influenced too much. They don't know what they are, or what they will be. They are lost. We called you to talk to them. We have grown too soft, we obey too many laws and don't remember what it is to be troll."
"Hmm, it be a question me often faced meself." Chaindog pauses. "Fine den. But we do dis troll style. Me wants a fire tonight, me will be back. Me needs da spirits." She turns, leaves and flies off.
As night falls, the fire is built. Some of the trolls wonder if the dwarves across the hinterlands can see the fire. The trolls gather, eating and drinking commence. Suddenly out of nowhere an armored hippogryff lands in front of the fire. A few sudden shrieks from the children occur. Two trolls dismount and one sends the hippogryff away.
Chaindog stands in her spider designed dress. The other troll is Jubi, her shaman, the insane one. "Jubi, summon da spirits of da trolls."
Jubi drops a few totems, and begins to chant. The crowd goes quiet and the children crowd to the front. Soon the mist appears a few inches off the ground and the spirits of the trolls slowly rise up. Spirits of trolls of old and new mingle with those being alive. Only the crackly of the fire is heard now.
"In da beginning, dere was only troll." Chaindog speaks loudly enough to be heard by all. "But when food runs out we need to survive so trolls break into tribes and go dere own ways. It be da way of any race. Eat, mate, expand, and survive. Da tribes fought for food and space. Maybe it be during dis time dat we develop our way. Way of eating anytin to survive. Even each odder. Dere used to be a song of eatin two dwarves in da morning, and so on."
Chaindog pauses, "Den came da Night Elfs. Da trolls unite, and we push back em back. When we win old alliances break and we fight each odder again. It be our way. Da humans comes and again, we unite, den we break and fight again and so on. It be dis way from da beginning and it be dis way until da end of time." Chaindog looks around seeing the adults see some kind of understanding. The children sit silently absorbing it all. The spirits nod as if approving.
"But what is it to be troll? Do we eat odders? Ja." she says calmly. "Do we sacrifice to da spirits? Ja. But eating an sacrificing mean nothing if ju don't mean it. To simply do it means nothin. Ju ave to be committed to it. Ju be troll! We EAT! We MATE! We EXPAND! We SURVIVE!" She yells.
She looks around and the adults fully enraptured. The children's eyes are wide. "But dese days are different. So many races, so many enemies. What do we do? What do we be? We made alliances wit Orcs, Bloodelves, Tauren, goblins and even da undead. But were do we be fitting in dere? We be da oldest race an yet we da most lost. It's answer be simple." she looks around and sees the looks on everyone faces, adults, children, and even da spirits.
"It be our survival dat be threatened. We make alliances wit odders so we not be crushed. But it be our way not to keep em. Ju all should know dat. When da time comes we need to be ready to kill however we need to survive. Sure we even allied wit da humans to take out Arthas. But no sooner was he destroyed den we shot da humans in da back. It be our way."
"Da undead, dere creator be dead, yet here dey still be. Why? Is simple. Same as us really. Well, maybe no mating. But still. So why we can't all get along? Is da acceptance of da ways. See dey don accept our way. Dey no like we eat odders, or dat we sacrifice. But right now we need em as much as dey need us. To survive. But when dat be over, we will go back to our ways because it be da way of da troll!"
Chaindog yells, "Start da drums! We be needin to remind da world we be trolls! We no change who or what we be! Eat! Drink! Dance! Sing! We be letting no one change us!"
Jubi starts chanting an old troll song by legend. It sings of praise to the trolls, and their spirits. The drums start. More fires start up. As the drums, music, singing and dancing start spreading across the hinterlands, more fires start up.
Two dwaves stand atop the Wildhammer Fort in the Hinterlands. One turns to other as they observe the singing and dancing of the trolls across all the fires all the way out to the ocean and says, "Um, shit?"
She steps outside and flies off for Revantusk Village. Upon her arrival she notes lots of trolls. Way more than her tribe should have. Then she sees the banners. Many of them including Revantusk, Darkspear, Sandfury and the Vilebranch. It seem would something has come up to bring the tribes together.
She works her way up to the chief's hut. The are no guards at the door. It could be a sign of openness and trust among the tribes. She steps in and stops. She waits for the chiefs to acknowledge her presence. It is immediate.
Her chief turns and looks at her, "Chaindog, it is good you have come."
Chaindog steps forward and looks towards her grandmother Hexx, "Grandmatron." she says in an even tone. Hexx merely nods at her.
"What is it ju want to be askin of me?" Chaindog asks. "Why call me, when so many trolls be here?"
Her chief says, "We be losing our way Chaindog. You're one of the last trained trolls of the old ways. Our young are being influenced too much. They don't know what they are, or what they will be. They are lost. We called you to talk to them. We have grown too soft, we obey too many laws and don't remember what it is to be troll."
"Hmm, it be a question me often faced meself." Chaindog pauses. "Fine den. But we do dis troll style. Me wants a fire tonight, me will be back. Me needs da spirits." She turns, leaves and flies off.
As night falls, the fire is built. Some of the trolls wonder if the dwarves across the hinterlands can see the fire. The trolls gather, eating and drinking commence. Suddenly out of nowhere an armored hippogryff lands in front of the fire. A few sudden shrieks from the children occur. Two trolls dismount and one sends the hippogryff away.
Chaindog stands in her spider designed dress. The other troll is Jubi, her shaman, the insane one. "Jubi, summon da spirits of da trolls."
Jubi drops a few totems, and begins to chant. The crowd goes quiet and the children crowd to the front. Soon the mist appears a few inches off the ground and the spirits of the trolls slowly rise up. Spirits of trolls of old and new mingle with those being alive. Only the crackly of the fire is heard now.
"In da beginning, dere was only troll." Chaindog speaks loudly enough to be heard by all. "But when food runs out we need to survive so trolls break into tribes and go dere own ways. It be da way of any race. Eat, mate, expand, and survive. Da tribes fought for food and space. Maybe it be during dis time dat we develop our way. Way of eating anytin to survive. Even each odder. Dere used to be a song of eatin two dwarves in da morning, and so on."
Chaindog pauses, "Den came da Night Elfs. Da trolls unite, and we push back em back. When we win old alliances break and we fight each odder again. It be our way. Da humans comes and again, we unite, den we break and fight again and so on. It be dis way from da beginning and it be dis way until da end of time." Chaindog looks around seeing the adults see some kind of understanding. The children sit silently absorbing it all. The spirits nod as if approving.
"But what is it to be troll? Do we eat odders? Ja." she says calmly. "Do we sacrifice to da spirits? Ja. But eating an sacrificing mean nothing if ju don't mean it. To simply do it means nothin. Ju ave to be committed to it. Ju be troll! We EAT! We MATE! We EXPAND! We SURVIVE!" She yells.
She looks around and the adults fully enraptured. The children's eyes are wide. "But dese days are different. So many races, so many enemies. What do we do? What do we be? We made alliances wit Orcs, Bloodelves, Tauren, goblins and even da undead. But were do we be fitting in dere? We be da oldest race an yet we da most lost. It's answer be simple." she looks around and sees the looks on everyone faces, adults, children, and even da spirits.
"It be our survival dat be threatened. We make alliances wit odders so we not be crushed. But it be our way not to keep em. Ju all should know dat. When da time comes we need to be ready to kill however we need to survive. Sure we even allied wit da humans to take out Arthas. But no sooner was he destroyed den we shot da humans in da back. It be our way."
"Da undead, dere creator be dead, yet here dey still be. Why? Is simple. Same as us really. Well, maybe no mating. But still. So why we can't all get along? Is da acceptance of da ways. See dey don accept our way. Dey no like we eat odders, or dat we sacrifice. But right now we need em as much as dey need us. To survive. But when dat be over, we will go back to our ways because it be da way of da troll!"
Chaindog yells, "Start da drums! We be needin to remind da world we be trolls! We no change who or what we be! Eat! Drink! Dance! Sing! We be letting no one change us!"
Jubi starts chanting an old troll song by legend. It sings of praise to the trolls, and their spirits. The drums start. More fires start up. As the drums, music, singing and dancing start spreading across the hinterlands, more fires start up.
Two dwaves stand atop the Wildhammer Fort in the Hinterlands. One turns to other as they observe the singing and dancing of the trolls across all the fires all the way out to the ocean and says, "Um, shit?"