Grace and Redemption
Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 2:36 am
The Wordbearer of The Grim steps out into the pallid light of Frostfire Ridge, as howling gusts swirl eddies in the snow. He narrows his eyes, although it is not to shade them from the glare of the icy expanse. Strolling leisurely away from his garrison’s Great Hall, he whispers into his hearthstone, his words reaching the ears of a certain troll priestess. “Ah would like ta speak wit’choo, face ta face, sumtime, where we canna be listened in on.”
The reply comes back, a familiar voice expressing a certain amount of curiosity. “Oh yeah? And NOT be listened in on? That’s hard when rogues are always being nosy... but yeah Leyu’jin. Finishing up in Skyreach now...”
He laughs a little. “Ah, joo killin’ da birdmon, huh? Dey sho’ squawk a lot...”
“Yes, we just finished though,” Lilliana whispers, somewhat distractedly. “Let me see if Lupin needs something first though... you want me to come raid your garrison?” The grin that must have been stretching up to her ears is obvious from her tone.
The troll warrior shakes his head, even though he knows Lilliana could not see his gesture. “No, not ‘ere,” he says quietly. “Ah donna trus’ dat der ain’t sum loose ears hangin’ around. We’ll hafta find anotha place.”
Silence greets him for several long moments on the other end of the hearthstone. After a minute or two, the troll priestess’s voice picks up again. “Geeez... Leyu’jin... super secret rogue type troll.”
He laughs to himself at Lilliana’s teasing. He knows the priestess was far more formidable than her antics might suggest, and he always teetered between the three points of fondness, respect, and perhaps a touch of fear while dealing with her. Shaking off those thoughts, he remarks, almost casually, “Ah jus’ wantin’ ta hav a gud talk between joo an’ ah aboot sumting dat bin botherin’ me. We meet in da Outlands, in Zangahmarsh. Ah know a place o’ tree dat will be out o’ notice.”
Even though he means to be unreadable, the priestess catches on right away. Her tone is still pleasant, but her usual everpresent air of silliness fades. “Alright, Leyu’jin. I’ll be there in just a sec.”
Leyu’jin nods. “Gud. Meet’choo der.” Almost immediately, Lilliana’s voice comes back through the hearthstone.
“Did you mean the old outlands... like where the time is right... or Draenor?”
His reply is interrupted by a thunderclap of sound and a flurry of snow. Balancing on its two rear legs, Leyu’jin’s trusted protodrake mount, a prize wrested from the depths of Ulduar, flaps its wings to slow its descent and landing, and roars. He nods and makes a sharp clicking sound with his tongue, and the beast falls forward onto its clawed wingtips. The troll reaches for a stirrup and heaves himself up, catching the horn of the saddle and swinging up and over. With a rebel yell, he snaps the reins and digs in his heels, and the drake soars into the air with a bellow.
“It do be confusin’, donna it? Ah meant da ol’ Outlands, where da mushroom forest be,” Leyu’jin finally replies. Lilliana’s wasn’t far behind.
“The ‘old one’... meaning ours. And like, the only portal to get there is from the Shrine now, right?” Other sounds come drifting through his hearthstone, the sound of laughter and some elf making ridiculous pronouncements. Apparently the priestess is none too happy, as a loud hiss, like a snake, comes through. The warrior shakes his head, landing at a point out of sight of his garrison, in fact, out of sight of anyone who might be watching, including even a wayward fisherman, and activates his hearthstone. In a blinding flash of green light, he disappears, swirling out of luminescent green leaves in the middle of the inn in Warspear. Smiling warmly at the barkeep, he saunters out towards the Orgrimmar portal.
“Aye, da verra same,” he chuckles. Arriving at the portal, he steps through the rift in space-time and out into the bright sunshine, dust and hot, arid weather of Durotar. Snorting, he whistles, and the transportation magics that kept his ride within calling distance summons his drake to his side once more. Careening again into the air, he comes down almost as quickly as he reaches his second destination, the portal to Pandaria. It had been months since he’d last traveled to that beautiful continent. Ignoring the Pandaren mages who maintained the portal, he strides purposefully through, and without hesitation calls again for his mount. The Shrine of the Two Moons awaits him.
A crackle comes through the hearthstone as Lilliana Bloodshine teases him again. “Well gawd, don’t make it easy on me to get there!” A half-chuckle bleeds through. “You taking this seriously.”
Leyu’jin waits until he reaches the Shrine, intent on getting to their meeting place as quickly as possible. Emerging from the portal to Shattrath, he feels a moment’s unease seeing the world this “other” Draenor had become, in their universe. Terrokar Forest was a sad simulcram of Talador. Shaking it off, he sets off in flight for a region that didn’t exist, at least in the same state, on the Iron Horde’s Draenor. Zangarmarsh.
“Ehhh,” he says. It’s like a verbal shrug. He’s almost to the marsh now. Dark clouds lie on the horizon, blanketing the mushroom forest. Rain. He flies over the mountains dividing Zangarmarsh from Terrokar, and all of a sudden slashing whips of water sting his face and patters off his heavy plate armor. A minute or two passes as the protodrake sails through the sky, heading towards a mushroom, the largest mushroom in the marsh. Uncomfortable, unprotected... unapproachable without being detected. He smiles. It’d do.
Lilliana speaks again, surprisingly with a little bit of an apologetic tone. The troll warrior could tell she was taking this seriously. “I’m coming! Honest! It’s like, the old fashioned way. Zeppelins and freaking flight paths... and waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Well, even if she is serious there was no stopping her from complaining. He smiles. She wore her heart on her sleeve, that one did.
The troll hauls up on the reins and leads his drake to a flapping halt atop the giant mushroom. Speaking into his hearthstone, he laughs slightly. “Hah, ah know, ah know, it be a bloody pain in da arse. Dat means it’ll be da same fo’ any’un wantin’ ta come stick der nose in, as joo pointed out.”
There is a snort on the other end. “Yeah, no kidding, Ley.”
As he waits for his friend to arrive, the warrior pulls out his hearthstone and examines it carefully. He can tell that his brother’s mate, Xaraphyne, is active, based on the hearthstone’s readings. That was unexpected. It’d been weeks since he’d “seen” her around. Given how much she loved her peaceful existence in Mulgore, at their homestead, he’d thought she might have sat out the combined Horde/Alliance incursion through the new Dark Portal entirely. That she was here, now, was convenient. Inserting the hearthstone into a slot in his helmet, he begins to speak. “‘ey Xara. Not bin seein’ joo on da huntin’ grounds fo’ a bit.”
A surprised voice, friendly, warm, lilting, responds. “Hey, Ley! How ya been?”
With a slow drawl, the warrior says, “Gud! Da Grim ‘as established a strong presence in Draenor, an’ ah’ve bin collectin’ many bones o’ our enemies.”
He listens as Xaraphyne’s response comes back through the stone, with a wry tone. “Heh, of course you have.”
“Where joo bin? Ah woulda tought joo’d be at da forefront o’ all dis.”
“Me?” Laughter ensues. “I’d still be in retirement if I had the choice.”
The warrior sighs. “We ain’t got a lotta choice dese days, wut wit’ da Iron Horde threatenin’ ta cram itself down our throat.”
Another whisper in his ear. “I know. Fhen couldn’t sit by anymore.”
Leyu’jin bit his lip. “Speakin’ o’ joo an’ Fhen, Xara... ah’ve got sum news ah’d like ta share wit’choo, sumtime. Sumplace quiet, where we wonna be ‘eard.”
Leyu’jin hears Xaraphyne’s voice come through again. “Hmm... wanna meet up now?”
The warrior shakes his head. “Not yet. Da pieces ain’t in place. But soon.”
A short silence follows his last words. “Does this have to do with... not-Fhenrir?”
“No, altho’ ah’d like ta catch up on wut’s bin goin’ on wit dat boyo.”
A calm, pleasant, neutral tone greets him back. The troll huntress doesn’t seem to know what to make of his request. “Hmm, okay. Well, just send me a letter or some such whenever ya want ta meet.”
The warrior grins. “Ah will,” he replies to Xara. “Dependin’ on ‘ow dis goes, Lilly will be der too.”
“All righty.”
The hearthstone fades to a vibrational white noise, then falls silent. The troll leans back on his saddle, letting the thick droplets of rain patter against his face.
“Hey, I don’t think I’ve ever been where you are at... Cool, exploration!” Lilliana again. Peering at his map, he can see that the troll priestess was about to arrive. In fact, it seems she is right on top of him... or right below him. “Are you up on top of a mushroom?” Lilliana asks, slightly incredulous.
Leyu’jin nods gravely, even though she can’t ’see him. “Ah be on top o’ a mushroom. One o’ da tallest.”
His gaze flits upwards as Lilliana rides in laughing. Pointing rudely at the warrior, Lilly looks at him disbelievingly. “Leyu’jin... what....the frack!” She seems to be in high spirits regardless of the pouring rain, and both confused, curious, and of course, teasing. The troll priestess steps her ethereal horse forward a few feet, smoldering with arcane energies. She’s drenched... but then again, so is the warrior. The priestess grins. “We are on top of a mushroom. For real.”
The male troll raises an eyebrow. “‘ey, no rogue gonna git up ‘ere wit’out us seein’, yah?”
Lilliana snorts. “Yah, that’s for sure.”
She slides off her mount and sends it on its way skyward, beyond sight but within reach should they need to leave quickly. She gingerly explores the giant mushroom tree’s texture with her toes.
“You got an umbrella?” The little dramedian makes a great show of displeasure, but all it gets is a smile from the warrior. He pulls a stick out of his bag, whirls it briefly. The incantations written upon its surface activate, and he sticks it into the foamy surface of the mushroom as it unfurls. The banner of The Grim. Lilliana laughs. “Hah!” she says.
Even though he knows the priestess is teasing, Leyu’jin is also aware it’s bloody uncomfortable out here in the open, and he feels a bit foolish that he hadn’t thought of a secure location that also was, for example, out of the rain. He takes a few steps back and shrugs at Lilliana helplessly. “Best ah got,” he says. “Sorry Lilliana.”
Looking up at the giant banner, she pulls the cloth over her head in a makeshift umbrella, laughing at how ridiculous that is for her to be doing that... then lets them go. Eyeing him attentively, she says, “What’s up, Leyu’jin.”
With a wry expression on his face, the warrior gestures to the ground... such as it is. “Please, sit. Make yo’self as comfortable as be possible on a giant mushroom in da pourin’ rain.”
Lilliana places her staff beside her... and giggles over what he said about the giant mushroom. “I’m comfortable. Soaked... but comfortable.” Leyu’jin smiles. Lilliana does nothing but smile back... well... with maybe a bit of a smirk too.
The warrior’s features fade from smile to studied blankness. He catches Lilliana’s eyes and gauges her carefully. “So. Ah wanted ta speak ta joo aboot Atticus Grace.”
She nods slowly, obviously comprehending, but more so digesting what her friend has just told her. “Atticus? Why? What’s up with Atticus?” She sounds completely surprised, but then again, Leyu’jin knows that is most likely an act. Little got past his friend, no matter how she reacted outwardly. His reply is in a steady, serious voice, devoid of mirth.
“Ah wish ta speak aboot wut be Grim, an’ wut not be Grim,” he says. He narrows his eyes slightly, his features becoming taut with visible rage... not directed at Lilliana, but something else. Looking back to the other troll, he states flatly, “Joo know aboot Atticus’s lil’ surprise “gift” ta Xaraphyne.”
Lilliana moves her staff, pushing it away from her. The gaze she turns onto Leyu’jin is a rather calm one, or at least... it looks that way. “Oh yeah. What it means to be a Grim, and not to be a Grim.” She purses her lips and nods her head. Of course she knows, she was on the raid, although she didn’t take part in the dismemberment. “I do.”
Leyu’jin takes his hands, which are balled up into fists, and with great effort unclenches them. Calming his features, he looks at Lilliana in the eyes and asks, “So, wut do joo tink o’ dat behaviah?”
Her gaze leaves Leyu’jin’s to look at his hands before he seems to relax, then she looks back. “I think that even Grims get their feelings hurt and do stupid stuff to ruin relationships that could be fruitful in the future.”
He grins, although not in humor, his mirthless lips exposing jagged canines.
Lilliana takes in a breath, truly considering how upset Leyu’jin is, even if he does have it under control. She is quiet for a bit before she decides to say more. “You want my thoughts on the entire ordeal? Leyu’jin?”
Leyu’jin nods. “Aye. Fully an’ wit’out reservation. Ah will maintain ma calm troo’out, joo hav ma word as a friend, confidant, an’ Grim.”
She says, “I’m always honest with you, Leyu’jin...” Saying that, she grins, “except when I’m not, but you usually know that.” The warrior actually laughs at that, with genuine amusement. “Atticus was new to his post... even if that was like a post he had before. Syreena was trying hard to impress him, as any undead girl rogue would do to an undead guy rogue like that, I suppose...” Seeing Leyu’jin’s amusement she taps her chin and grins. “When Xaraphyne walked out on Syreena and Atticus, during the instruction to their trial... well... That just doesn’t happen to Irredeemables and Dreadweavers of the Grim. Those without those titles are supposed to ‘supplicate’ themselves at their feet...” At this, she doesn’t sound pleasant, or mature, she sounds a bit foul, because she can... and she is being honest.
Leyu’jin coughs at that, trying to strangle a guffaw. “Mmm, too troo. An’ dat ‘as its place...”
Lilliana continues. “The Grim is known for getting lost in being all zealoty and arrogant... a narrow focus. And when people speak up, or stand up for themselves, that can hurt their feelings. That’s why when people in the Grim fall, they fall so hard.”
The other troll couldn’t disagree. “Aye,” he says.
Lilliana demurs. “Yes, it has its place, I guess... but not as often as I think the Grim leadership demands it.” She gives Leyu’jin a serious look... and if it was anyone but Leyu’jin here, it would be one hell of a challenging look.
Leyu’jin keeps his face a picture of studied neutrality, but it’s obvious he takes her words seriously, and to some extent is in agreement.
“Anyway... Leyu’jin. That night was full of drama. Syreena wasn’t sure if she did the right thing, the triplets got really drunk... and Atticus was concerned, but I couldn’t tell if he was second guessing himself, or just... overwhelmed with it all.” She grinned. “He asked me to help keep everyone calm. It didn’t work, it got worse, but heh, you know.” She plucks at her robes, thinking. “I was with Xaraphyne when she officially left the Grim, you know that?”
Leyu’jin smiles evenly. “Ah figured.”
“She left the Grim, Leyu’jin.” Lilliana stared directly into the troll warrior's eyes, her voice clear and leaving no room for doubt.
“She rejected the Grim, and what it means.” Lilliana gave Leyu'jin a challenging look.“The Grim did not reject her. The Grim is used to doing the rejecting. And they didn’t know what to do with themselves when they were the ones rejected.”
Leyu'jin eyed Lilliana calmly, digesting what she had just said. “Acted like spoilt babbies, wuz wut dey did.”
“As far as the behavior... Leyu’jin...” She looks at him. “I think it was stupid... yes... spoilt babbies... it was the behavior of some little damn child who had their feelings hurt. I went on that raid.” She nods her head. “I didn’t pull off any fingers or toes or other small body parts for the delivery box... but I did speak to Xaraphyne that night, while it was being delivered.”
The other troll does actually look a tad ashamed. “I didn’t tell her a word. What good would it have done? I know it offended them both... but I think it also showed just how much it affected the Grim.” Lilliana had actually cleaned her mace in front of Xaraphyne that night... for although she didn’t dismember any alliance, she was quite intent on getting into the fight and bludgeoning them to death instead of just flaying them with shadow.
“Ah’m not sho’ wut ah woulda dun. Mebbe gone inta a rage, gotten ma’self kicked outta da Grim, o’ worse.”
“If you had been there?”
“Fo’ wut Atticus did. Not da raid. Ah live da Mandate. Dat part wouldna’ hav bothered me.”
Lilliana says, “What Atticus did only told of how much his feelings, and the Grims, had been hurt.”
“PAH!”
“Don’t pah me.” She looks up to him as he rises. “I’m serious.” Leyu’jin seems like he’s going to fly further into a rage, but he remembers his promise, and restrains himself. Slowly, he sits back down. Lilliana narrows her eyes, and watches Leyu’jin intently. “Grump,” She calls him. Lilliana reminds him, “I watched them take the box off to deliver to Xaraphyne and Fhenrir’s home, Leyu’jin.”
“Atticus Grace acted in da same mannah as Garrosh Hellscream,” Leyu’jin snarls fiercely, “forgettin’ da trooth dat we be da Horde, an’ da Horde be we. Unless dey acshully go so fah as ta side wit’ da Alliance an’ threaten our own, dey be FAMILY!”
Lilliana’s jaw nearly drops when Leyu’jin compares Atticus to Garrosh.
“E’ shoulda gotten ‘is throat cut,” the male troll spits, “an’ ‘is bloody ‘ead dumped in a ditch like one does ta a mad dawg.”
She opens her mouth and closes it a few times... then she cackles. “Leyu’jin!!”
“Noting mo’ den we shoulda dun ta dat fetid fool Hellscream. If we ‘ad, we wouldna’ be in dis current mess.”
The reply comes back, a familiar voice expressing a certain amount of curiosity. “Oh yeah? And NOT be listened in on? That’s hard when rogues are always being nosy... but yeah Leyu’jin. Finishing up in Skyreach now...”
He laughs a little. “Ah, joo killin’ da birdmon, huh? Dey sho’ squawk a lot...”
“Yes, we just finished though,” Lilliana whispers, somewhat distractedly. “Let me see if Lupin needs something first though... you want me to come raid your garrison?” The grin that must have been stretching up to her ears is obvious from her tone.
The troll warrior shakes his head, even though he knows Lilliana could not see his gesture. “No, not ‘ere,” he says quietly. “Ah donna trus’ dat der ain’t sum loose ears hangin’ around. We’ll hafta find anotha place.”
Silence greets him for several long moments on the other end of the hearthstone. After a minute or two, the troll priestess’s voice picks up again. “Geeez... Leyu’jin... super secret rogue type troll.”
He laughs to himself at Lilliana’s teasing. He knows the priestess was far more formidable than her antics might suggest, and he always teetered between the three points of fondness, respect, and perhaps a touch of fear while dealing with her. Shaking off those thoughts, he remarks, almost casually, “Ah jus’ wantin’ ta hav a gud talk between joo an’ ah aboot sumting dat bin botherin’ me. We meet in da Outlands, in Zangahmarsh. Ah know a place o’ tree dat will be out o’ notice.”
Even though he means to be unreadable, the priestess catches on right away. Her tone is still pleasant, but her usual everpresent air of silliness fades. “Alright, Leyu’jin. I’ll be there in just a sec.”
Leyu’jin nods. “Gud. Meet’choo der.” Almost immediately, Lilliana’s voice comes back through the hearthstone.
“Did you mean the old outlands... like where the time is right... or Draenor?”
His reply is interrupted by a thunderclap of sound and a flurry of snow. Balancing on its two rear legs, Leyu’jin’s trusted protodrake mount, a prize wrested from the depths of Ulduar, flaps its wings to slow its descent and landing, and roars. He nods and makes a sharp clicking sound with his tongue, and the beast falls forward onto its clawed wingtips. The troll reaches for a stirrup and heaves himself up, catching the horn of the saddle and swinging up and over. With a rebel yell, he snaps the reins and digs in his heels, and the drake soars into the air with a bellow.
“It do be confusin’, donna it? Ah meant da ol’ Outlands, where da mushroom forest be,” Leyu’jin finally replies. Lilliana’s wasn’t far behind.
“The ‘old one’... meaning ours. And like, the only portal to get there is from the Shrine now, right?” Other sounds come drifting through his hearthstone, the sound of laughter and some elf making ridiculous pronouncements. Apparently the priestess is none too happy, as a loud hiss, like a snake, comes through. The warrior shakes his head, landing at a point out of sight of his garrison, in fact, out of sight of anyone who might be watching, including even a wayward fisherman, and activates his hearthstone. In a blinding flash of green light, he disappears, swirling out of luminescent green leaves in the middle of the inn in Warspear. Smiling warmly at the barkeep, he saunters out towards the Orgrimmar portal.
“Aye, da verra same,” he chuckles. Arriving at the portal, he steps through the rift in space-time and out into the bright sunshine, dust and hot, arid weather of Durotar. Snorting, he whistles, and the transportation magics that kept his ride within calling distance summons his drake to his side once more. Careening again into the air, he comes down almost as quickly as he reaches his second destination, the portal to Pandaria. It had been months since he’d last traveled to that beautiful continent. Ignoring the Pandaren mages who maintained the portal, he strides purposefully through, and without hesitation calls again for his mount. The Shrine of the Two Moons awaits him.
A crackle comes through the hearthstone as Lilliana Bloodshine teases him again. “Well gawd, don’t make it easy on me to get there!” A half-chuckle bleeds through. “You taking this seriously.”
Leyu’jin waits until he reaches the Shrine, intent on getting to their meeting place as quickly as possible. Emerging from the portal to Shattrath, he feels a moment’s unease seeing the world this “other” Draenor had become, in their universe. Terrokar Forest was a sad simulcram of Talador. Shaking it off, he sets off in flight for a region that didn’t exist, at least in the same state, on the Iron Horde’s Draenor. Zangarmarsh.
“Ehhh,” he says. It’s like a verbal shrug. He’s almost to the marsh now. Dark clouds lie on the horizon, blanketing the mushroom forest. Rain. He flies over the mountains dividing Zangarmarsh from Terrokar, and all of a sudden slashing whips of water sting his face and patters off his heavy plate armor. A minute or two passes as the protodrake sails through the sky, heading towards a mushroom, the largest mushroom in the marsh. Uncomfortable, unprotected... unapproachable without being detected. He smiles. It’d do.
Lilliana speaks again, surprisingly with a little bit of an apologetic tone. The troll warrior could tell she was taking this seriously. “I’m coming! Honest! It’s like, the old fashioned way. Zeppelins and freaking flight paths... and waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Well, even if she is serious there was no stopping her from complaining. He smiles. She wore her heart on her sleeve, that one did.
The troll hauls up on the reins and leads his drake to a flapping halt atop the giant mushroom. Speaking into his hearthstone, he laughs slightly. “Hah, ah know, ah know, it be a bloody pain in da arse. Dat means it’ll be da same fo’ any’un wantin’ ta come stick der nose in, as joo pointed out.”
There is a snort on the other end. “Yeah, no kidding, Ley.”
As he waits for his friend to arrive, the warrior pulls out his hearthstone and examines it carefully. He can tell that his brother’s mate, Xaraphyne, is active, based on the hearthstone’s readings. That was unexpected. It’d been weeks since he’d “seen” her around. Given how much she loved her peaceful existence in Mulgore, at their homestead, he’d thought she might have sat out the combined Horde/Alliance incursion through the new Dark Portal entirely. That she was here, now, was convenient. Inserting the hearthstone into a slot in his helmet, he begins to speak. “‘ey Xara. Not bin seein’ joo on da huntin’ grounds fo’ a bit.”
A surprised voice, friendly, warm, lilting, responds. “Hey, Ley! How ya been?”
With a slow drawl, the warrior says, “Gud! Da Grim ‘as established a strong presence in Draenor, an’ ah’ve bin collectin’ many bones o’ our enemies.”
He listens as Xaraphyne’s response comes back through the stone, with a wry tone. “Heh, of course you have.”
“Where joo bin? Ah woulda tought joo’d be at da forefront o’ all dis.”
“Me?” Laughter ensues. “I’d still be in retirement if I had the choice.”
The warrior sighs. “We ain’t got a lotta choice dese days, wut wit’ da Iron Horde threatenin’ ta cram itself down our throat.”
Another whisper in his ear. “I know. Fhen couldn’t sit by anymore.”
Leyu’jin bit his lip. “Speakin’ o’ joo an’ Fhen, Xara... ah’ve got sum news ah’d like ta share wit’choo, sumtime. Sumplace quiet, where we wonna be ‘eard.”
Leyu’jin hears Xaraphyne’s voice come through again. “Hmm... wanna meet up now?”
The warrior shakes his head. “Not yet. Da pieces ain’t in place. But soon.”
A short silence follows his last words. “Does this have to do with... not-Fhenrir?”
“No, altho’ ah’d like ta catch up on wut’s bin goin’ on wit dat boyo.”
A calm, pleasant, neutral tone greets him back. The troll huntress doesn’t seem to know what to make of his request. “Hmm, okay. Well, just send me a letter or some such whenever ya want ta meet.”
The warrior grins. “Ah will,” he replies to Xara. “Dependin’ on ‘ow dis goes, Lilly will be der too.”
“All righty.”
The hearthstone fades to a vibrational white noise, then falls silent. The troll leans back on his saddle, letting the thick droplets of rain patter against his face.
“Hey, I don’t think I’ve ever been where you are at... Cool, exploration!” Lilliana again. Peering at his map, he can see that the troll priestess was about to arrive. In fact, it seems she is right on top of him... or right below him. “Are you up on top of a mushroom?” Lilliana asks, slightly incredulous.
Leyu’jin nods gravely, even though she can’t ’see him. “Ah be on top o’ a mushroom. One o’ da tallest.”
His gaze flits upwards as Lilliana rides in laughing. Pointing rudely at the warrior, Lilly looks at him disbelievingly. “Leyu’jin... what....the frack!” She seems to be in high spirits regardless of the pouring rain, and both confused, curious, and of course, teasing. The troll priestess steps her ethereal horse forward a few feet, smoldering with arcane energies. She’s drenched... but then again, so is the warrior. The priestess grins. “We are on top of a mushroom. For real.”
The male troll raises an eyebrow. “‘ey, no rogue gonna git up ‘ere wit’out us seein’, yah?”
Lilliana snorts. “Yah, that’s for sure.”
She slides off her mount and sends it on its way skyward, beyond sight but within reach should they need to leave quickly. She gingerly explores the giant mushroom tree’s texture with her toes.
“You got an umbrella?” The little dramedian makes a great show of displeasure, but all it gets is a smile from the warrior. He pulls a stick out of his bag, whirls it briefly. The incantations written upon its surface activate, and he sticks it into the foamy surface of the mushroom as it unfurls. The banner of The Grim. Lilliana laughs. “Hah!” she says.
Even though he knows the priestess is teasing, Leyu’jin is also aware it’s bloody uncomfortable out here in the open, and he feels a bit foolish that he hadn’t thought of a secure location that also was, for example, out of the rain. He takes a few steps back and shrugs at Lilliana helplessly. “Best ah got,” he says. “Sorry Lilliana.”
Looking up at the giant banner, she pulls the cloth over her head in a makeshift umbrella, laughing at how ridiculous that is for her to be doing that... then lets them go. Eyeing him attentively, she says, “What’s up, Leyu’jin.”
With a wry expression on his face, the warrior gestures to the ground... such as it is. “Please, sit. Make yo’self as comfortable as be possible on a giant mushroom in da pourin’ rain.”
Lilliana places her staff beside her... and giggles over what he said about the giant mushroom. “I’m comfortable. Soaked... but comfortable.” Leyu’jin smiles. Lilliana does nothing but smile back... well... with maybe a bit of a smirk too.
The warrior’s features fade from smile to studied blankness. He catches Lilliana’s eyes and gauges her carefully. “So. Ah wanted ta speak ta joo aboot Atticus Grace.”
She nods slowly, obviously comprehending, but more so digesting what her friend has just told her. “Atticus? Why? What’s up with Atticus?” She sounds completely surprised, but then again, Leyu’jin knows that is most likely an act. Little got past his friend, no matter how she reacted outwardly. His reply is in a steady, serious voice, devoid of mirth.
“Ah wish ta speak aboot wut be Grim, an’ wut not be Grim,” he says. He narrows his eyes slightly, his features becoming taut with visible rage... not directed at Lilliana, but something else. Looking back to the other troll, he states flatly, “Joo know aboot Atticus’s lil’ surprise “gift” ta Xaraphyne.”
Lilliana moves her staff, pushing it away from her. The gaze she turns onto Leyu’jin is a rather calm one, or at least... it looks that way. “Oh yeah. What it means to be a Grim, and not to be a Grim.” She purses her lips and nods her head. Of course she knows, she was on the raid, although she didn’t take part in the dismemberment. “I do.”
Leyu’jin takes his hands, which are balled up into fists, and with great effort unclenches them. Calming his features, he looks at Lilliana in the eyes and asks, “So, wut do joo tink o’ dat behaviah?”
Her gaze leaves Leyu’jin’s to look at his hands before he seems to relax, then she looks back. “I think that even Grims get their feelings hurt and do stupid stuff to ruin relationships that could be fruitful in the future.”
He grins, although not in humor, his mirthless lips exposing jagged canines.
Lilliana takes in a breath, truly considering how upset Leyu’jin is, even if he does have it under control. She is quiet for a bit before she decides to say more. “You want my thoughts on the entire ordeal? Leyu’jin?”
Leyu’jin nods. “Aye. Fully an’ wit’out reservation. Ah will maintain ma calm troo’out, joo hav ma word as a friend, confidant, an’ Grim.”
She says, “I’m always honest with you, Leyu’jin...” Saying that, she grins, “except when I’m not, but you usually know that.” The warrior actually laughs at that, with genuine amusement. “Atticus was new to his post... even if that was like a post he had before. Syreena was trying hard to impress him, as any undead girl rogue would do to an undead guy rogue like that, I suppose...” Seeing Leyu’jin’s amusement she taps her chin and grins. “When Xaraphyne walked out on Syreena and Atticus, during the instruction to their trial... well... That just doesn’t happen to Irredeemables and Dreadweavers of the Grim. Those without those titles are supposed to ‘supplicate’ themselves at their feet...” At this, she doesn’t sound pleasant, or mature, she sounds a bit foul, because she can... and she is being honest.
Leyu’jin coughs at that, trying to strangle a guffaw. “Mmm, too troo. An’ dat ‘as its place...”
Lilliana continues. “The Grim is known for getting lost in being all zealoty and arrogant... a narrow focus. And when people speak up, or stand up for themselves, that can hurt their feelings. That’s why when people in the Grim fall, they fall so hard.”
The other troll couldn’t disagree. “Aye,” he says.
Lilliana demurs. “Yes, it has its place, I guess... but not as often as I think the Grim leadership demands it.” She gives Leyu’jin a serious look... and if it was anyone but Leyu’jin here, it would be one hell of a challenging look.
Leyu’jin keeps his face a picture of studied neutrality, but it’s obvious he takes her words seriously, and to some extent is in agreement.
“Anyway... Leyu’jin. That night was full of drama. Syreena wasn’t sure if she did the right thing, the triplets got really drunk... and Atticus was concerned, but I couldn’t tell if he was second guessing himself, or just... overwhelmed with it all.” She grinned. “He asked me to help keep everyone calm. It didn’t work, it got worse, but heh, you know.” She plucks at her robes, thinking. “I was with Xaraphyne when she officially left the Grim, you know that?”
Leyu’jin smiles evenly. “Ah figured.”
“She left the Grim, Leyu’jin.” Lilliana stared directly into the troll warrior's eyes, her voice clear and leaving no room for doubt.
“She rejected the Grim, and what it means.” Lilliana gave Leyu'jin a challenging look.“The Grim did not reject her. The Grim is used to doing the rejecting. And they didn’t know what to do with themselves when they were the ones rejected.”
Leyu'jin eyed Lilliana calmly, digesting what she had just said. “Acted like spoilt babbies, wuz wut dey did.”
“As far as the behavior... Leyu’jin...” She looks at him. “I think it was stupid... yes... spoilt babbies... it was the behavior of some little damn child who had their feelings hurt. I went on that raid.” She nods her head. “I didn’t pull off any fingers or toes or other small body parts for the delivery box... but I did speak to Xaraphyne that night, while it was being delivered.”
The other troll does actually look a tad ashamed. “I didn’t tell her a word. What good would it have done? I know it offended them both... but I think it also showed just how much it affected the Grim.” Lilliana had actually cleaned her mace in front of Xaraphyne that night... for although she didn’t dismember any alliance, she was quite intent on getting into the fight and bludgeoning them to death instead of just flaying them with shadow.
“Ah’m not sho’ wut ah woulda dun. Mebbe gone inta a rage, gotten ma’self kicked outta da Grim, o’ worse.”
“If you had been there?”
“Fo’ wut Atticus did. Not da raid. Ah live da Mandate. Dat part wouldna’ hav bothered me.”
Lilliana says, “What Atticus did only told of how much his feelings, and the Grims, had been hurt.”
“PAH!”
“Don’t pah me.” She looks up to him as he rises. “I’m serious.” Leyu’jin seems like he’s going to fly further into a rage, but he remembers his promise, and restrains himself. Slowly, he sits back down. Lilliana narrows her eyes, and watches Leyu’jin intently. “Grump,” She calls him. Lilliana reminds him, “I watched them take the box off to deliver to Xaraphyne and Fhenrir’s home, Leyu’jin.”
“Atticus Grace acted in da same mannah as Garrosh Hellscream,” Leyu’jin snarls fiercely, “forgettin’ da trooth dat we be da Horde, an’ da Horde be we. Unless dey acshully go so fah as ta side wit’ da Alliance an’ threaten our own, dey be FAMILY!”
Lilliana’s jaw nearly drops when Leyu’jin compares Atticus to Garrosh.
“E’ shoulda gotten ‘is throat cut,” the male troll spits, “an’ ‘is bloody ‘ead dumped in a ditch like one does ta a mad dawg.”
She opens her mouth and closes it a few times... then she cackles. “Leyu’jin!!”
“Noting mo’ den we shoulda dun ta dat fetid fool Hellscream. If we ‘ad, we wouldna’ be in dis current mess.”