Something Unexpected [[ Open ]]

The stories and lives of the Grim. ((Roleplaying Stories and In Character Interactions))
Malhavik
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Having finished posting the report on his trial of battle, Malhavik and his six armed demon found themselves staring into a blood and grog soaked floor.

"Oh my... Somebody could get quite hurt with this mess on the floor! I wonder if this Sanctuary ordeal has escalated into something useful?"

The demon stared at Malhavik questioningly.

"This could be an opportunity to collect subjects otherwise off limits to us. What say you my dear? Care to go a round of fisty cuffs against a blood elf?"

Malhavik chuckled as he gestured to her six unusually long arms.

"It wouldn't be fair master. Add a few more races if you want a show." Replied the arrogant demon.

"Aha! Perhaps dear, perhaps. Come, come! Let us seek out some information on the subject."
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Filora
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[[ Cross-posted from TNG ]]

When Lilliana and Lupinum walked into Sanctuary's inn, the two mind-controlled guards in tow, Cerryan was already there, warming his hands at the fire. The shiny blood elf paladin and Warden of Sanctuary looked up, smiling and beginning to speak. “Ah, hello friends! Come, join me by the... Oh, oh no no.” By the end of his words, as he caught sight of the arrivals, his expression had changed to intense dismay. “What are you... two... doing here? You are rarely welcome, but especially not now. Commander’s orders.”

Lupinum raised his decayed hand, letting every joint crack as he wiggled his fingers in greeting. Lilliana turned a broad smile onto Cerryan, speaking in a friendly tone. “Hello, Cerryan. Your guards were kind enough to let me in. You see, I need to speak with Kargron.”

“Kargron isn’t here, and you shouldn't be either,” Cerryan said firmly. The guards paused on their way walking back out of the inn, confused expressions coming briefly to their faces.

“What?” Lilliana said, looking around as though she thought she’d spot Kargron at one of the tables. “Where is he then?”

“I see no reason why we can’t visit our fellow Horde,” Lupinum said. “Unless you do.”

Lilliana nodded in agreement. “Yeah, what did the Grim ever do to you?” she said to Cerryan. Then she grinned. “Wait, don’t answer that.”

His attention insufficiently diverted, Cerryan was by now looking past them at the guards. With a wave of his hand, a swell of Light cleansed the guards of the magic still afflicting them.

Religar blinked a few times, then exclaimed, “H-hey! I told you no!” He pointed at Lilliana. “She messed with my head!” Soktan was still too confused to speak.

Lupinum glared angrily; Lilliana was quick to deny it. “What?! No way, I so didn’t!”

“Well, you could have done better,” Cerryan said dryly, then, “And there is plenty of reason, aside from the Commander’s orders. Sanctuary’s doors are open to all who aren’t objectively terrible people. You... do not qualify.” He all but radiated righteous indignation.

“What orders?” Lilliana said, peeved. “I thought they were bullshit orders... I’m a friend of Sanctuary... and I want to talk to Kargron!”

“Kargron isn’t here,” Cerryan said. “If he was, I can’t imagine he would leave me alone with you.”

“Ahem... Lilliana, you need to leave. Pronto,” Religar said. “You and your friend.” He and Soktan moved forward.

Lupinum grumbled angrily. Lilliana folded her arms, her blue eyes narrowing. “I... and Lupinum are not objectively terrible people,” she said to Cerryan. “You know that. And I do not need to leave.” She eyed Religar, and repeated, “I need to speak to Kargron. I can’t reach him through attunement. Where the hell is he?!”

“Go find him, somewhere else,” Cerryan told her. “I don’t want to play games with you tonight, Lilliana.”

Lupinum shifted his gaze back and forth between the two. “These are not games, elf.” His stance indicated he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Send him a letter,” Soktan grunted. “You need to leave.” He took ahold of Lupinum as Religar took Lilliana’s arm.

“Hey!” Lilliana objected, wrenching away. Lupinum pulled against the guard’s grip but did not manage to extricate himself. “What are you playing at?!” Lilliana demanded. “Cerryan! Where’s Julilee, forget Kargron if you are gonna hide him from me and can’t keep track of your damned soldiers!” Then she raised her voice to a yell. “Kargron! Julilee!!”

“You get one more chance to leave, missy,” Religar warned her.

Cerryan called out, “Yes! Commander, Kargron, if you are here please come to the inn immediately!” The inn was just across from the main guild hall. He turned back to Lilliana and Lupinum and said, “Give them a moment. If they arrive, they can deal with this. If not, our business should be concluded. Is this fair?”

Just then, Grimal walked into the inn. The undead warlock, who had no connection to the Grim, blinked to see the hostile tableau.

“Why the yelling?” he inquired.

“Oh, hi, Grimal,” Lilliana said, like nothing was happening. Then to Cerryan she said, “I ain’t leaving til you tell me where Kargron is… and… hey!”

Tired of being discounted, Religar had picked her up mid-sentence and slung her over his broad shoulder. She squeaked and hissed as he turned toward the door. Soktan followed his fellow guard’s lead to start dragging Lupinum.

“Oh, hello Grimal,” Cerryan said, bemused. “These two were just leaving.”

Grimal boggled at the situation. “What in the Nether did I fucking walk in to?”

“No…” Lilliana pummeled the orc carrying her out. “I’ll fuck with your head if you don’t let me down! We are not leaving, until I speak with Kargron!” Lupinum’s struggles were similarly ignored by Soktan as the guards transported them against their will.

“They’ve been in here, well Lilly has, a half dozen times in the last month,” Grimal said, watching them go.

“Commander’s orders,” Soktan grunted. They exited the inn and moved toward the nearby gate, hauling the two Grim along.

“Let me go, you Fel breather!” Lupinum cursed.

“Oh for fucks sake...” Grimal said, following.

“This is not Julilee’s orders!” Lilliana was yelling.

Cerryan was following as well. “They are clearly not here,” he said. “I am trying to be polite in requesting your departure. The guards are acting on the Commander’s orders, and I cannot override them.”

“You lot want to start a real war? Then fine, be freaking stupid!” Lilliana hit the orc carrying her on the head and started to cast on him, calling her shadows. Religar acked and dropped her, soon falling to the ground himself and convulsing. In alarm, Soktan let go of Lupinum, reaching for his club.

“She’s trying to kill me!” Religar wailed, flailing at unseen shadows.

“Oi, knock it off,” Grimal said, unbothered. “She's defending herself from unfair treatment.”

Lilliana started to get to her feet, and Lupinum raised his hands to cast, but before he had a chance to weave any magic of his own, Cerryan let loose a surge of arcane energy that silenced both priests. “Enough of this!” he said.

“Lilly, just go before something stupider happens? I’ll talk to Julilee myself,” Grimal said.

“I’m being as kind as I can…” Cerryan began.

But the guards from the nearby gate, seeing the commotion, were already running in to pile on the two Grim. Shouts went out about Grim infiltrating and attacking the garrison. Lupinum threw sharp elbows and Lilliana was squished.

“Guards, stand down! Can we PLEASE attempt to end this without incident?” Cerryan’s words went unheard by the swarming guards. Grimal groaned and covered his goggles with his hand.

In short order, the two Grim were overwhelmed and thrown into the stockade below the barracks. Their hearthstones and weapons were taken away. Lilliana grabbed the cell bars as the door was locked. “What...... the hell..... are you doing?!” she demanded.

Cerryan and Grimal had both followed the guards down into the stockade. Religar stepped back, putting away the key and looking at her nervously. In the cell with Lilliana, Lupinum glared at the ground, working his loosed jaw. “What do you think they did, Lilly,” Lupinum said.

“My hands are tied, though I'm not entirely unamused at the situation,” Cerryan remarked.

“You just locked a Grim in your dungeon!” Lilliana said. “Cerryan!”

“I know, it’s kind of nice, no?” Cerryan might have smirked.

“While I do agree Lilly's shenanigans get a tad annoying,” Grimal spoke up, “this is too far.”

Lilliana pointed at the blond-haired elf, glaring with hot and angry eyes. “You so know better. You know I am nothing less than a friend to your Sanctuary.”

“Friends don't mind control friends!” Religar interjected peevishly.

Lupinum just shrugged, indignant.

“Ends always justify the means... but... ugh!” Lilliana said, too angry to articulate properly.

“Precisely the attitude that divides us from you,” Cerryan said.

“Oh shut up, there is no us and you,” Lilliana said hotly. “We are all the freaking same. Whether you like it or not.”

Grimal was berating Religar. “Friends don’t bar entry to friends without proper explanation either.”

“I’m sure the Commander has an explanation…” Religar said. “Probably…”

“Then get the damned woman!” Grimal said.

“The message went out over hearthstone, she should be here soon.” Religar glanced at Lilliana and Lupinum with a hint of contrition.

“You. Me. Cerryan,” Lilliana said, her eyes on Cerryan and Cerryan alone.

“Yes... all the freaking same,” Lupinum agreed. He turned his back.

Ignoring them, Cerryan said, “Grimal, Commander Julilee left very strict instructions about the presence of Grim members not being permissible in Sanctuary's garrison, no matter the circumstances.”

“And didn't bother to inform the Grim?” Grimal inquired.

“Your Commander said this?” Lupinum said, turning back around. “She condones this behavior?!”

Lilliana looked at Lupinum for a brief moment, an apology almost in her eyes, but she hid it quickly to turn her glare back at the guards, Cerryan, and even Grimal.

“I would have preferred that they were escorted out, and not... well, and not this,” Cerryan went on. “But I cannot supersede the Commander’s orders.”

“We tried to escort them out!” Religar protested. “They weren’t having it! She tried to kill me!” He looked more and more embarrassed now.

“I didn’t try to kill you, you damned wimp!” Lilliana said. “I took over a weak mind, that’s all.”

“I don’t know about kill, but there was offensive action,” Cerryan said.

“Spiders... why did it have to be spiders?” Religar mumbled with a shudder.

“Yes, yes everyone is a fucking moron here this evening, the ones in the cell included,” Grimal said.

“Hey!” Lilliana said.

“I’m not sure that attitude is entirely welcome, Grimal,” Cerryan told him.

“Last I checked I didn’t care, paladin,” Grimal responded. “I’ve been to several events where these factions got along well enough. And I want an explanation myself.”

“Fine and well, but your views on this matter do not carry much weight,” Cerryan said stiffly. “I would not have seen events play out like this, but...”

Lilliana was messing with the lock, trying to use her magic to open it. The wards turned her magic back, rendering it ineffective.

Religar shuffled forward a little toward the prisoners in the cell. “You guys want some water? Bread? Stew? My mom sent me some cookies from Orgrimmar, you can have some if you want...”

“Guard! Keep a distance!” Cerryan said sharply. “Lest we have a repeat performance.”

Lilliana looked at Religar. “Religar....you can stick those cookies up your ass for all I care.”

Offended, he made a rude gesture at her. She returned it to him. His response was to say, “You can stick your mind controlling ass up your ass!” and walk out. Lupinum held his forehead.

Most of the guards started to disperse as well, beginning to look nervous over the consequences of having thrown two Grim in the Sanctuary’s stockade, even if they were following the Commander’s orders and the two had been aggressive.

“We must all wait on the Commander to arrive,” Cerryan said. “Grimal, you do not need to stay, though I’ve a feeling you intend to.”

“At least until I see these to back outside if nothing else,” Grimal said.

“You guys are in soooo much trouble,” Lilliana declared.

Cerryan cocked an eyebrow at Lilliana. “With who, exactly?”

“Who you think, wiseass?” Lilliana replied. She started pacing around the cell.

Lupinum grinned wickedly at the blood elf. “Every action has ramifications, Cerryan.”

“I don’t intend to see them restrained long if I can help it,” Cerryan said.

Just then the tread of boots came, and soon Julilee came to a stop at the foot of the stairs. Her gaze moved amongst those assembled, stopping on the two Grim behind bars. “What on Azeroth is going on here?” she said.

“That's OUR question,” Grimal said.

Julilee looked at him for a long moment, her impassive expression unchanging. It was a look she normally reserved for Lilliana.

Cerryan was relieved to see her. “Commander!” he said. “There has been a... situation.”

“I see that,” she responded, faintly deadpan. “How did they get in here? They weren’t even to be allowed in the garrison.”

“They’re priests. Give it two seconds,” Grimal said.

“An unnecessary escalation, if you ask me, but here we are,” Cerryan said, ignoring Grimal.

Frustrated, Lilliana threw out a wave of shadow magic. It bounced off the enchanted cell walls and dissipated.

“Calm down,” Julilee told her.

“Is that Julilee?” Lilliana said, paying attention now. She moved up to the bars again. “Hi.”

“The short of it,” Cerryan said, “is that they forced their way into the garrison by mind controlling the guards, and strolled into the inn seeking Kargron for some reason.”

“They WHAT?” Julilee said, transferring her gaze from Cerryan to Lilliana again.

Lilliana looked at Lupinum and stuck her hands in her pockets, realizing how dumb this probably was, but she glared anyway.

“They did not harm the guards in any way, except when they were being forcibly removed,” Grimal pointed out.

“Your wishes were relayed, and they were... stubborn in their refusal to leave,” Cerryan said. “When the guards attempted their removal, there was enough of a scuffle to justify their temporary incarceration. And so, here we are. I have no clue what is going on or why they are prohibited, though I in no way argue with the concept.”

Lupinum lifted his shoulder in a diffident shrug. Lilliana said, “Oh yeah, cause being sat on by five orcs means there is a scuffle. More like a scuffle to breathe.”

“You're fine, Lilliana,” Cerryan said. To Juli he said, “I defer to you for judgment.”

Faced with the four of them, Julilee stared at the Grim in her stockade for several long moments. Then she palmed her face.

Eventually, she looked up again, and after another moment of silence, spoke. Her words were nonetheless serious and even. “They were forbidden because one of their brethren attacked and nearly killed Kex’ti.”

“What?!” Lilliana exclaimed, at the same time that Lupinum erupted, “Lies and slander!”

“I do not lie,” Julilee said, a statement of fact.

“Well, that explains why Kex’ti looked more Forsaken than Sin’dorei the other day,” Grimal mused.

Cerryan’s brow was furrowed. He turned to the Grim behind bars. “Is this true?”

“Who attacked Kex’ti?” Lilliana demanded.

“Her name is Syreena,” Julilee said.

At that, Lupinum let loose a small chuckle. Julilee looked at him, unappreciatively.

“I didn’t hear about this at all,” Cerryan said. “When did it happen?”

“Earlier this evening,” Julilee replied.

Lilliana had been stunned after Julilee gave the name, but now she put her hands against the bars and tried to shake them. “Grimal, you saw that happen?” she demanded.

“I saw Kex’ti recovering from poisoning, so most likely rogue,” Grimal said. “That is all I saw.”

Lilliana hit her forehead against the bars. No one commented.

“Syreena isn’t one to act without thinking or cause,” Lupinum said.

“I don’t doubt it was entirely deliberate,” Julilee responded. “However…” She sighed. “I learned also this evening that one of our own is alleged to have attacked a Grim.”

Cerryan’s eyes widened. “What? Who?!”

Lupinum nodded slowly. It wasn’t news to him, or Lilliana for that matter. Grimal just looked at Julilee, who looked at the non-Sanctuary present pointedly before responding to Cerryan. “I’m gathering the officers to speak to all of you together, soon.”

“I don’t like the lot, but an act of aggression towards another organization of the Horde is not exactly how I would see us operate,” Cerryan said, mostly to himself.

“Well yeah a Grim was attacked,” Lilliana said, “that’s why I came to speak to Kargron first... before we spoke with you, Julilee, but he’s cut off from me... See… I’m not trying to be sneaky... just...”

“Do we not have enough problems?” Grimal muttered.

Cerryan said, “I trust from your reaction that this was not by your order, Commander… Not that I think it would be.”

“I’m not sure it’s even a true accusation, and not one to counter Syreena’s brazen attack,” Julilee replied.

“What?!” Lilliana said indignantly. “It’s true. One of our Grim was attacked, nearly killed.”

“How do you know?” Julilee asked. “Did you see her attacker?”

“Lupinum saw her return to safety to the Grim, and healed her,” Lilliana said. “I came after, she told us.”

“I had to save Filora’s life,” Lupinum said. “Her blood rusts in our guild hall.”

Grimal shook his head, groaning at it all.

Cerryan turned a look on Lilliana that was surprisingly pleading. “If you had a valid reason to come here,” he said, “why would you not simply listen to me? It should be evident that I was attempting to seek a less disruptive resolution. Why do you never listen?”

Lilliana met his gaze for a moment. For a moment she appeared serious. Then, she stuck out her tongue. “Because it wasn’t the time. I need Kargron. Where is Kargron?”

“Why do you keep asking that question as if an answer will suddenly appear?” Cerryan groused.

“Kargron is gone,” Julilee said. “He won’t be back for some time.”

“So, Sanct attacks Grim, Grim attacks Sanct. That's an eye for an eye, and neither of them died,” Grimal said.

Julilee sent him a narrow glance. “If it’s true one of ours did in fact attack one of theirs.”

“It is true,” Lilliana insisted. “Why else would I force my way in here to talk to Kargron?”

“How do you know it’s true?” Julilee asked. “Did you see her attacker? I met Filora. She’s clearly the type of person who likes to stir up trouble.”

Lilliana stepped back from the bars, a dark look coming to her face. Cerryan commented, “Not unsurprising of their ilk.”

“Juli, you are in a very compromising position by having the two locked up here,” Grimal began, lecturing. “That's more wrong on your side than theirs at this point, though it’s a good portion Lilly's fault.”

“I didn’t ask for your advice, Grimal,” Julilee said. Her voice was as even as ever, but it was a warning.

“And I’ll give it anyway,” he said. “Because the Horde does not need two of its front factions at each others’ throats right now damn it.”

Julilee looked at him, but didn’t say anything this time. Instead she looked to Lupinum. “What time of day was it when you found Filora?”

Lupinum counted the hours off on his desiccated fingers before responding, “Sometime around lunch, I had just brought up some food from our kitchens.”

“Before the attack on Kex’ti, then, you know Filora was attacked. That’s all the evidence you have,” Julilee said.

“And what specific evidence do you have against Syreena?” Grimal inquired.

“Kex’ti’s word, which I have no reason to doubt. Unlike this Filora’s,” Julilee said.

“And they have no reason to doubt Filora,” Grimal said.

“They should,” was Julilee’s reply.

“Let us look at this another way,” Cerryan said. “What were Filora’s wounds like? Knowing the manner in which she was attacked might shed some light on the attacker.”

“Filora’s armor was dark with soot, or powder,” Lupinum said slowly. “She couldn't speak, so I assume her lungs were filled with blood. There was shrapnel embedded in her skin.”

“Explosives,” Grimal said.

“I agree, Grimal,” Lupinum said. “Explosive in nature.”

Julilee’s expression changed. She remembered Saphiara’s engineering skills. But all she said was, “I have yet to gather all the facts.”

Since she couldn’t use her magic and she was getting frustrated by her encagement again, Lilliana started picking up straw from the floor and throwing it at the people outside the cell. She ensured the most of it went onto Cerryan. He coughed and brushed it from his golden hair. “Very mature, Lilliana.”

Julilee came to a decision. “I don’t appreciate the two of you breaching my garrison’s security,” she said.

“I don't appreciate a Grim almost dying,” Lupinum retorted. “Filora survived by luck.”

“Oh yeah?” Lilliana was saying, her voice rising. “Well I don’t appreciate your stupidity!!”

“You don’t see us breaking into Grim’s garrison to yell about it,” Julilee said calmly.

“Perhaps you should!” Lupinum said. “We need answers!”

“The Grim would talk to you!” Lilliana said. “Not lead you away with threats of getting rough with you!”

“That doesn't sound much like Grim at all, actually,” Cerryan said.

Lupinum glared. Lilliana said, “Oh shut up, Cerryan. The Grim are for the Horde. Bite me.”

“Sanctuary is for Azeroth. Who do you think I value more?” Cerryan said.

“You people give me a headache,” Grimal muttered.

Julilee was undeterred. “Sanctuary’s directives are not to be swatted away like annoying flies because you Grim think you know better,” she said. Her voice was utterly sure. “You can stay here for a couple of hours to let that sink in.”

With that, she turned to walk back to the stairs.

“Oh no no no, you will let me and Lupinum out! Right now!” Lilliana raised her voice to a shriek loud enough for the entire garrison to hear. “OUT OUT OUT!”

“Juli!” Grimal said. “This is a mistake.”

Julilee paused only for a moment. “If them attacking one of ours was fair, surely this is fair for them breaking into our garrison.” Then she left.

“Commander’s orders,” Cerryan said. “My hands are tied, not that I’ve been presented a strong argument to go against them.”

Grimal groaned. Lilliana said, “Hey Grimal, go grab his keys and let us out.”

“I’m neutral in this,” he said. “You should have known better to begin with.” He added, “But this is not right either.”

Cerryan said, “Commander Julilee is a reasonable person. I am sure you will not be here long. Call it punishment for an inability to listen. You will be as well taken care of as can be expected of course.”

Lupinum bared his teeth at the paladin and said, “Could you be a dear and send for a couple bits of human for me? I haven't eaten in so long...”

Lilliana elbowed him, and Cerryan’s eyebrow twitched, showing he was not entirely immune to the jab. “Tch, monsters,” he muttered under his breath.

“Cobrak always keeps such good stock, I’m spoiled,” Lupinum said. Lilliana grinned.

“I’m beginning to think both of your guilds should take ‘peace’ out of their objectives because clearly you can’t be cordial with your own fucking kind!” Grimal said.

“I do not claim perfection, but I will not balk at holding those within even our own faction accountable for their actions,” Cerryan said stiffly.

Grimal turned to the two caged Grim. “My apologies to the both of you. I figured Julilee would be more sensible than this. Hopefully she won’t leave you down here for long.”

“Least someone here has a good skull on their shoulders,” Lupinum said.

“To this much I agree,” Cerryan said, obviously of Grimal’s words. “You will not languish away in our dungeon.”

Lilliana sat down with her back against the cell door. Her expression was one of indignant shock that this was actually real.

“I don't see where any of this helps anyone,” Grimal said.

“Trust me, there will be a full investigation,” Cerryan said. “If there are transgressors within Sanctuary causing turmoil when we already have enough damn problems to deal with, they will be dealt with.”

“So will you,” muttered Lilliana.

“The Grim will come for us, Lilly,” Lupinum said. He lowered a hand to squeeze her shoulder.

She looked up at him. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Good food and drink will be sent, and you will surely not be here long,” Cerryan said. “That is the best I can offer.”

“I’ll go find Julilee and smack some sense in to her if I have to,” Grimal said. He turned away. “Much as I despise laying hands on a woman in violence,” he added as an afterthought.

Lilliana leaned her head back against the bars. “Good luck, Grimal. That’s why I went for Kargron first. But noooooooooooo... he’s not here. No sense of reason in Sanctuary anymore!”

“No sense of reason at all,” Lupinum agreed.

“The warlock is going to find swift reprimand if he continues to press into business that doesn't concern him,” Cerryan commented as Grimal walked away.

“He cares, Cerryan,” Lilliana said.

I care, but nobody seems concerned with that.” Cerryan pouted.

Lupinum went over to the cot and lay down. He raised a hand in dismissal.

“...Very well, that will be all. You’ll be seen to soon, try not to cause any more trouble.” Cerryan turned away. “Light bless and all that.”

“Talk to me about Light when it burns you every time you use it,” Lupinum said bitterly.

Lilliana got up and threw her hands through the bars. “Cerryan…!”

He stopped, but didn’t turn around.

“If you really care… let us out. Don’t leave us in here. This is going to cause more problems… for Sanctuary… for the Grim, and um, for me… than any of us want.”

He heaved a deep sigh. “I’m sorry, it’s out of my hands.” He soon disappeared up the stairs.

“Can’t even think for himself,” Lilliana spat. “Damn elf.” She turned to Lupinum. “And damn this!” Her voice started to rise in volume again. “So FUCKED!”

“Damn this indeed,” Lupinum agreed.

There was silence in the stockade for some time. The two Grim were left alone with only flickering torches for activity. They would be brought food and water, and presumably released later, but for now, they were stuck.

Lilliana only had one more thing to say.

“…I want the cot. Get off.”
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(( I got a kick out of that! ))
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[[ If anyone has ideas for how their character could get involved, or thoughts on additional conflict or twists, or if you don't have any particular ideas but still want to get involved, please let me know! ]]
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Restlessness fell upon Awatu's mind. He had returned home, to Bloodhoof Village, to rest in a familiar cot. A quiet evening of meditation to ease his weary mind and eyes seemed like a good idea, so he settled into a relaxed posture. Smoke hung lazily in the air and the small fire burned low and hot, bringing a nearly-uncomfortable mugginess to the small dwelling. Tiny cracks in the walls and canvas let in the slightest breeze of frigid air from the rolling plains of Mulgore. A twilight began to fall over the hut, shadows becoming longer and the air becoming thick. The Tauren felt the sensation of his spirit and body moving apart, and became vaguely aware of a shift in consciousness. He closed his eyes, allowing his spirit to mingle into another existence.

Visions such as these were often vague and unclear, with only skilled Seers able to discern the meaning behind what has been seen and felt. Awatu, while no longer a Seer, held enough knowledge and expertise to determine the meanings of his own visions. In this case, all he could see was light. All he could feel was light. It was not warm, nor was it cold. It was... a cold morning, barely brushing his fur. He did not see, but he felt. He felt an odd comfort in the coldness of the light, and the light felt familiar around him. He became aware of another near him, but it was not living nor was it dead. A presence that existed, but was beyond the realm of life that he was familiar with. It was no ancestor, no elemental, and no spirit that he could recall. A tendril of consciousness traveling back from where he came brought with it the sensation of a gasp and shock, a sudden jerk in his body as if his primal thoughts recognized before his spiritual mind could comprehend. He felt it, then he knew. An ancient was watching him.

"I am troubled." This he knew, and this the ancient knew, but it did not care. This was far below the attention of such a being. The Tauren recalled the meeting with his leadership, and the discussion that had taken place.

"Are you here to guide me?" No response, the being was not a spirit guide. It did not feel insult, and so Awatu knew it was not directed by emotions. The temperament of the being was of a constant path, never deviating from a path.

"The Mandate exists to bring about a new life for The Horde. Have I forgotten? Have we forgotten?" A direct question, then. And a direct response. The Tauren felt the concept of an idea, a thought. The Mandate was an idea, and was tangible in this existence. An idea may only come to fruition through work, and therefore can leave a physical presence on the world. This is what the being knew, and what the being will always know. Ideas are only powerful through actions.

"If I am to act, then what am I to do?" For a moment, there was no change. Then a ripple, and another, and finally a third. Ripples of consciousness, of life, splashed like water and yet unlike water. Awatu was aware of life, and the ebb and flow of it through time. Lives that once were, lives that still are, and lives that will be. It was only the slightest of sensations, but he knew the magnitude of what he felt. The future of life is built upon the foundations of life in the now.

If The Horde is to have life in the future, then work must be done. If work is to be done, it must guarantee a future. The Alliance stand in the way of this future. Of this guarantee. Of this life.

Awatu felt a revelation, and the being did not change. The being would not change. The world will. The survival of its children in the future over the survival of the children of the Titans. Awatu felt the not-falling back into his body, back to the world, as the ancient left his presence. Or as Awatu left the presence of the ancient. It was hard to tell as the lines between existences blurred, melded, and shifted.

He awoke with a start, his eyes burning and his fur cold. The fire had died over the night and the first rays of sunlight crept over the distant hills and illuminated the outside world. Awatu felt peace as a new resolve entered him. His doubts fell away as he realized then where he had fallen. He had not believed his own words, nor the words of others. The gravity fell upon him as the future of The Horde fell upon the shoulders of The Mandate. His eyes still burned, but he could see much more clearly than before.

"The blind shall see, and the shadows shall be burned away to reveal that which is hidden."
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