Questioned Loyalties: Part 1
(( Logs from some pretty epic RP that spawned from Kae getting all 'fuck the Horde' at Kwake. In Silvermoon. Silly homophobic orc in gayelftown. Anyway, uh... Warning for possible triggery stuff, 'cause there's some torture and some pretty gross shit going on, man. Blame Kwake. :D After the green folk ride off, Lyr comes and helps Kae and the torturepart is over. Am in the middle of cleaning up the confrontation between Oriseus and Kwake, I'll post that soon. ))
[Scene: On the ledge outside the 'clubhouse', overlooking the Valley of Honor.]
Kwake lights a nice, fragrant cigar. The life!
Derathul says: Fuckin' FINALLY.
Kwake says: Hrrh?
Derathul says: Sup WARSONG.
Kwake says: Lok'tar, bub.
Kaelash quirks an ear, glancing over his shoulder, lips pursing around his joint. Well. So much for a quiet smoke.
Derathul says: Lok'tar. You're Kwake, yeah?
Kwake says: Yeh, yerright.
Derathul says: Sweet. Come to join your clan.
Kwake says: Clan!
Derathul says: Yer.
Kwake says: Yer don't just JOIN the Warsong.
Kwake says: Blood in, blood out.
Derathul says: Not the fuggin' Warsong, yer shit.
Kwake says: Oh, whut, my gang?
Derathul says: Got a bike. Got th'muscles. Need a gang.
Kwake peers at you searchingly.
Kwake 's cigar crosses to the other side of his mouth.
Kwake sniffs the air around him.
Kaelash rolls his eyes and grunts under his breath, gaze dropping back to the people wandering around below.
Derathul says: Hurr.
Derathul says: Should we push it?
Kaelash flicks an ear again. "Try it."
Kwake reaches for a handful of Kae's hair.
Derathul says: Oi. This girl needs a haircut.
Kaelash awks! Hairpulling! He flails a bit and tries to grab hold of a wrist. "Hoi! Wha' th' fuck's yer problem?!"
Kwake lifts Kae up to eye level, but doesn't turn him. He shifts his weight forward. That's a big drop!
Kwake says: What'd I say about sniffin' you in Orgrimmar, fish?
Derathul says: Hurr little fish, yer gonna swim fishy.
Kaelash dangles! "Nnf! I 'unno th' fuck yer talkin' 'bout!"
Kwake says: Cute, dyed yer hair back an' whatnot.
Kwake says: Don't insult me.
Kwake tries to pin one of Kae's arms behind him.
Kaelash pins his ears back, biting down on the end of his joint and leering a bit. "Wha' say y'put me down an' y'll keep yer arm, eh rotter?"
Kwake is strong, but not particularly agile.
Kaelash is fast! But he kinna can't see behind him. He'll avoid the first couple grabs, but if Kwake is stubborn, his arm can, indeed, be pinned. "Ow! Fuck! Wha's yer issue, man?!"
Derathul pulls his big bloody sword out and taps the pink-skin in the shouder with it. "Try it, fish."
Kaelash ... earwilts, eyeing that sword near his face. "...."
Kwake says: Problem? You're a filthy-mouthed turncoat-in-waiting and I told you what happens if I catch you in my city again.
Derathul really like his big sword. He grins at the elf - a big teethy grin that reveals a few rotting molars and what looks like the last remnants of his previous meal, probably being saved for later.
Kaelash squirms about a bit, growling under his breath. "I was 'avin' a smoke b'fore leavin'. Jes' in town doin' some bus'ness."
Kwake says: Hope it was a good'n.
Derathul says: Oh sweet, desert's arrived.
Kwake motions with a nod at the top of Kae's bean. He gives Derathul a purposeful look.
Derathul looks at Sizza.
Kaelash says: ... 've had better, hones'ly.
Sizza says: S'goin' on here?
Sizza says: We tossing elves off of buildings already?
Derathul says: Pink fish is learnin'.
Sizza says: It ain't Winterveil yet.
Derathul says: Shut it.
Kaelash says: Ain' e'en buzzin'-- Hey! Feed these jerks t'yer lizard, I ain' done shit!
Derathul says: Oh, um.
Derathul attempts to bean Kae with the flat of his big sword.
Kaelash is kinna getting held up by his -hair- so hey, it's not like he can avoid the strike. His joint goes tumbling as the blow stuns him, going slack in Kwake's grip-- and then FLAILkicking back at him. Can't think straight to verbally protest, but yay physical instinct.
Kwake flips Kaelash around and gives him a good knock across the jaw to seal the deal.
Sizza says: Holy habanero.
Sizza says: The hell'd this guy do?
Derathul says: He's an elf.
Derathul says: Duhhh.
Derathul looks at Kwake, confused. "What did he do, anyroad?"
Kaelash is still just a rogue. A DK-punch is more than enough to put the lights out. And split a lip and make a nice bruise across his jaw.
Kwake says: Tie 'im. This one's going out in the desert.
Derathul says: Wif what.
Kwake lays Kaelash out flat and holds his wrists, pinning one knee on the small of his back.
Derathul says: Oi flyin' desert. Yer got rope?
Kwake says: Iunno, we're in a barracks, get some rope.
Derathul says: Oh yer.
Kaelash thinks they might wanna disarm him, too. :E
Kwake does that! He flings the swords over the balcony.
Kwake gently pats Kaelash.
Derathul says: Hurrrrrr.
Derathul says: Kay so.
Derathul holds up two different kinds of 'rope'.
Derathul holds up his left hand. "Thissun's normal rope."
Sizza says: Arright, what's the meanin' of this?
Derathul holds up his right hand. "Thissun's rope with barbed shit in it."
Sizza says: Call me old-school, but I ain't too crazy about big mothers beatin' on little dudes.
Kwake says: This here's an Alliance sympathizer. Could be a spy, all I know. A bad one, at that.
Derathul says: I like the barbed one.
Kwake says: Feet n' hands, normal rope. Keep the other one handy.
Sizza says: Oh.
Sizza says: Alliance?
Sizza says: Fuck 'im
Derathul says: Aight.
Derathul begins to bind the feet of Kaelash. Is the rogue disarmed? Prolly not.
Derathul kneels before Sizza.
Kwake tossed the swords over.
Derathul sees them, hooray for disarmed rogues.
Derathul probably finishes binding the feet by now. He moves on to the hands, so that the rope connects the foot and hand binds.
Kwake says: Aight. Said you got a bike?
Derathul says: Nuff left ta tie him on, too.
Kwake says: Load 'im up in the sidecar an' follow me.
Derathul says: Sweet deal.
Kaelash is a limp bundle of teenyrogue.
Derathul DRAAAAAAGS Kae behind him
Derathul shoves the bundle of teenyrogue in to the sidecar.
Kwake yells: Oy, shortstop, you're comin' too.
Kwake smacks Sizza upside the head.
Kwake beckons Sizza over.
Sizza says: Sup?
((The group all head out to Rocktusk Farm in Durotar. ))
Kwake eyes the tree branch.
Derathul says: What's the plan?
Kwake says: Yeah. From that one, there.
Derathul says: Hang on a sec.
Kwake points at the outcropping.
Derathul says: Lemme make him sick first
Kaelash is unconscious, how's he gonna get sick!
Derathul slaps Kae. Wake up!
Kaelash grunts slightly. Ow.
Kwake says: And so the pigs can reach 'im.
Kaelash -groans-. Ugh someone stop the world, he wants off.
Kwake says: Hey! Quit spinnin' in circles and get climbin'.
Derathul says: Hurr.
Derathul says: That'll do.
Derathul says: Climbin' huh.
Kaelash is dizzy and sick and tied up and HEADACHE ow...
Kwake says: Can't climb?
Derathul says: I can do it.
Derathul totally climbs with his tied-up elf and wait for Kwake to tell him what the fuck to do.
Kwake says: Tie 'im to that branch and chuck 'im down here, hands first.
Derathul ties him up exactly as Kwake says.
Kwake says: Right.
Sizza says: So is this like a special occasion, or just kinda a Sunday thing?
Kwake says: Wake 'im up.
Derathul says: He's already awake.
Kaelash JERKS and near-screams when he hits the end of that rope. POP goes the shoulders. "FUCKfuckfuckagh!!"
Kwake says: Wakey wakey, eggs n' bacey.
Kaelash ... would probably be cursing in Thalassian though. Woo.
Kwake blows a cloud of cigar smoke in Kae's face.
Derathul says: Hurr.
Kwake says: Enjoy your smoke?
Kaelash near-chokes on that smoke, gagging a bit and squinting an eye open. "Nnguh?"
Kwake says: Shortstuff, get that shirt offa him, would you?
Derathul says: Dude see if he's got any smoke stuff on him.
Kwake says: Go fer it, rifle 'is pockets.
Sizza says: 'Fore I do this.
Sizza says: I'm just gonna say.
Sizza says: I took a shotgun to the chest today, and yet I find this both excessive and mean-spirited.
Derathul says: Um we'll give yer gold to shut up.
Sizza begins removing Kae's armor and shit without further ado.
Derathul 's hands get sticky when he accidentally opens up a container or whatever of lube.
Derathul stops riffling through the pockets.
Kwake says: See all these critters, ginger? Pigs'll eat jus' bout anything, bones and all.
Derathul says: Jus' some sticky shit.
Kaelash gets stripped down... probably not his gloves though since wrists are tied? "F-fuck you..."
Derathul wipes the lube on to Kae's hair.
Kaelash is glad that's not oil-based :|
Kwake says: You'll prolly expire after a few hours and then once the pigs figure it out you're gonna wind up swine shit in the desert. How's that sound?
Sizza says: Yeah.
Sizza says: Devoured.
Sizza says: By baby pigs.
Kwake eyes Mature Swine up and down.
Sizza says: Carnivorous, baby pigs.
Sizza says: They spit acid, too.
Kaelash sneers, pained though his expression is, "S-still better 'en.. shit li' you, savage."
Kwake says: Keep talkin', turncoat.
Kwake says: There's a special circle of hell for liars n' betrayers.
Derathul says: Damn Alliance sympafizers.
Kwake lifts up his axe and cleanly slaughters the aging boar. A horrific squeal rends the evening air.
Lýr takes notice from the cliffs. Orcs, blood...and a Kae hanging from a tree. Well shit.
Kwake lifts the pig carcass up by the head and holds it stomach first in front of Kae, brandishing it like evidence at a murder trial.
Kaelash just laughs under his breath, a slightly hysteric edge to it. Kind of in MIND NUMBING PAIN here.
Kwake takes a pocket knife out of his pants and cuts the pig's belly open.
Kwake says: You're goin' in one of these!
Kwake -- Guts and fat spill out. Ick.
Kaelash says: Las'... Las' meal? Shouln'-ngh- 'ave.
Kaelash still loses a touch of his composure at that sight. Ugh. Going to be -sick-.
Kwake reaches in and gets a handful of intestinal tract and organs and mashes it up under Kae's chin and nose.
Sizza nudges Kwake's knee, "Don't do it chief, He'll shit everywhere."
Kwake says: You like how that smells? You like it?!
Derathul says: That's offally good offal.
Kwake says: Your guts smell worse!
Derathul is pleased with his joke
Kaelash gags again, twisting his face away from that mess. UGH.
Kwake tosses the carcass aside, satisfied. He gets a nearby fallen leaf and rolls it up, dipping it in the pig's blood.
Kwake kneels down.
Kwake says: We got a word in our language, ginger. Not that you'd care to pronounce it.
Kwake uses the leaf to crudely spell out a word on Kae's stomach with pig blood. Clanless. ((Possibly Nar'hai?))
Kwake says: Ain't part of the Horde, can't go back to the Alliance... Walkin' between like a lost little dog.
Kwake says: You live through this, you're lucky. You die, you're even luckier. Either way, you don't come around Orgrimmar no more. Or I'ma give you something you can't wash off.
Derathul belches in Kae's face.
Kwake finishes writing the word out on Kae's stomach, stepping back to admire his handiwork. It is in orcish.
Kaelash is a good posterboard to draw on, He hangs limp, struggling to simply breathe and not pass out or be sick over trying to retaliate.
Derathul says: Wassit say?
Kwake says in guttural Orcish, "Clanless".
Derathul says: Brutal.
Sizza says: I think it's kinda pretty.
Kaelash seems to have shut up, at least. No more smart remarks from the usually sharp-tongued rogue.
Kwake flicks his cigar away, going back to his hog. There he leaves Kaelash, hanging with two dislocated shoulders, floating above the stinking cut-open carcass of a pig.
Sizza says: He should think about it getting it inked.
Derathul says: Have fun, pink fish
Kwake says: C'mon.
Derathul beckons Sizza over.
Sizza says: Hang in there, eh?
Kwake says: You're in, by the way, son.
Derathul says: Sweet.
Kaelash grits his teeth and merely spits on the ground in the greenskins' wake. Fat lot of good that'll do him.
Lýr watches the orcs go before swooping down. A bit of a coward around orcs still? Guilty. "Kae? Kae are you-"
Lýr probably scares the bejeezus out of the remaining pigs in the meantime.
Kaelash is unresponsive at first. After a few moments, he simply asks in Thalassian, "How long were you watching?"
Lýr says: [Thalassian] I woke up when I heard the pig scream. It took a few minutes to find you- Light, your shoulders-
Lýr gathers Kae up and cuts the rope. "Hold still. Both your shoulders are out of socket."
Kaelash doesn't really resist, but nor does he look particularly thankful. Still in a bit of shock. "Why didn't you stop them?"
Lýr says: I feared they might try to kill you or both of us if I did.
Kaelash just sort of settles to quietly laugh with that same hysteric edge to it. "Y-yeah... yeah...."
Lýr sees to removing ropes from Kae's wrists and ankles, and starts getting him into position to rejoin his shoulder joint. This is going to be immensely painful. "Who -were- they?"
Kaelash says: Orcs. They're... all the same. Savages.
Lýr says: Why did they come after you? I should get you back to Nagrand straightaway...steady breaths, Kae.
Kaelash watches Lyr with a detached gaze and an eerie little grin. "Cuz fuck th'Horde... Fuck 'em all."
Lýr says: Agreed, with the company they've chosen. Keep talking to me, Kae, tell me where else hurts.
Lýr gets him into position and SHOVES an arm up and in until it pops back into place.
Kaelash just mumbles under his breath-- until Lyr pushes his arm back into place. Pain suppression or not, the little rogue /screams/ and very nearly passes out on the spot. He's still barely conscious as it is from getting his head rattled aaround to get knocked out in the first place.
Lýr sloughs off his Shadow and speaks a Word to trickle healing magics into the first arm. "I'm so sorry," he murmurs. "I know it hurts. Talk to me, Kae." The other arm is next.
Kaelash 's breath hiccups in a half-laugh, half-sob, shaking by the time Lyr reaches for the other arm. "NO!" Lurching to his feet, Kae tries to bolt, trips on the carcass, and slumps hard to his knees a few feet away. ... Okay. Getting back up will be difficult.
Lýr plucks Kae right back up. "I'm not leaving you injured in the middle of a sty in Durotar, Kae. Do not fight me. I'm here to help."
Kaelash says: [Thalassian] Help... HELP. Like you HELPED me before they LEFT.
Kaelash says: [Thalassian] Nnn-no better.. 'en me, y-- you fucking coward.
Lýr flinches. "Yes, Kae, I'm a coward. I'm sorry. I was afraid. The first time I lost home and family was to them, of course I'm afraid- and they would have gutted you had help shown up sooner."
Lýr says: [Thalassian] That's what they DO with hostages, Kae. They don't give them a chance to be rescued.
Kaelash just laughs, low and raw and unnatural, making a feeble attempt to wipe the blood and YUCK off from around his mouth, spitting again. Getting up proves to be a touch more difficult, lurching and failing and landing on his hip, grunting at the bolt of pain shooting from his shoulders. "Serves.. serves me right. H-heh...heheheh.."
Lýr tries to get an arm around Kae's waist. "Tell me why." Anything to keep him talking. "I'm going to get you out of here and cleaned up."
Kaelash grins up at Lyr, probably disturbing with the blood and mess all over, "B'cause I watched, too." He doesn't resist the arm this time, though, but he 'guards' his still dislocated shoulder, not letting Lyr touch that arm. It HURT. But at least he can get on his feet.
Lýr says: [Thalassian] Watched what?
Lýr leaves the arm for now. Instead he focuses on getting Kae airborne.
Kaelash gets carted around bonelessly, but he doesn't answer the question, he just stares at the ground passing beneath them.
Lýr sets down on a croc-free stretch of bank and sets about washing Kae down, starting with the face. "That arm is only going to swell, and I can't heal it properly until it's back in the socket." This seems familiar.
Kaelash just grunts faintly and pushes away to wade into the water.
Kaelash really does a shitty job of washing off, but... It's all he can do with one usable arm that's still sluggish and sore. He just scoops up water in his palm and paws at his chest to try and get the blood off.
Lýr sighs and wades in behind him to help whether Kae likes it or not. Surreptitiously he casts another pain-suppressing spell, quiet enough that their splashing masks the Word.
Kaelash finally just sort of slumps against Lyr, making a low, distressed noise and burying his face against his shoulder. Yeah, okay, toughguy act over, he's just gonna cry for a bit.
Lýr scoops Kae up in his arms and holds him. Crying's okay. He's here. "It's okay. You're safe now. It'll be okay." He rubs a comforting hand down Kae's back and stoops slightly to offer his shoulder.
Kaelash forces out against Lyr's shoulder, tone fiercely bitter, "I hate them. I /hate/ them. Fuck them. Fuck the Horde. I wanna go home..."
Lýr nods. "Will you let me put your other arm back into the socket? Then we can go straight home."
Kaelash hesitates for a long moment before he straightens up and just turns the still-injured arm toward Lyr without a word. He squeezes his eyes closed and grits his teeth in preparation.
Lýr murmurs a thanks and another spell of Pain Suppression. Thankfully he makes it brief, and follows up the relocation with another prayer of renewal. "There. Come on. Let's get you back to Nagrand. ...Do...what do we...are you going to tell Oriseus and Khaavren what happened? They'll want to know."
Kaelash sucks in a breath and bites his tongue to keep from screaming again. Ow ow ow FUCK. "Y'found me on th' street 'alfway t' Orgr'mar." Kae gives Lyr a look before he shuffles numbly to the shore. "Take me home."
Lýr winces and looks away - but nods agreement. "Let's go."
[Scene: On the ledge outside the 'clubhouse', overlooking the Valley of Honor.]
Kwake lights a nice, fragrant cigar. The life!
Derathul says: Fuckin' FINALLY.
Kwake says: Hrrh?
Derathul says: Sup WARSONG.
Kwake says: Lok'tar, bub.
Kaelash quirks an ear, glancing over his shoulder, lips pursing around his joint. Well. So much for a quiet smoke.
Derathul says: Lok'tar. You're Kwake, yeah?
Kwake says: Yeh, yerright.
Derathul says: Sweet. Come to join your clan.
Kwake says: Clan!
Derathul says: Yer.
Kwake says: Yer don't just JOIN the Warsong.
Kwake says: Blood in, blood out.
Derathul says: Not the fuggin' Warsong, yer shit.
Kwake says: Oh, whut, my gang?
Derathul says: Got a bike. Got th'muscles. Need a gang.
Kwake peers at you searchingly.
Kwake 's cigar crosses to the other side of his mouth.
Kwake sniffs the air around him.
Kaelash rolls his eyes and grunts under his breath, gaze dropping back to the people wandering around below.
Derathul says: Hurr.
Derathul says: Should we push it?
Kaelash flicks an ear again. "Try it."
Kwake reaches for a handful of Kae's hair.
Derathul says: Oi. This girl needs a haircut.
Kaelash awks! Hairpulling! He flails a bit and tries to grab hold of a wrist. "Hoi! Wha' th' fuck's yer problem?!"
Kwake lifts Kae up to eye level, but doesn't turn him. He shifts his weight forward. That's a big drop!
Kwake says: What'd I say about sniffin' you in Orgrimmar, fish?
Derathul says: Hurr little fish, yer gonna swim fishy.
Kaelash dangles! "Nnf! I 'unno th' fuck yer talkin' 'bout!"
Kwake says: Cute, dyed yer hair back an' whatnot.
Kwake says: Don't insult me.
Kwake tries to pin one of Kae's arms behind him.
Kaelash pins his ears back, biting down on the end of his joint and leering a bit. "Wha' say y'put me down an' y'll keep yer arm, eh rotter?"
Kwake is strong, but not particularly agile.
Kaelash is fast! But he kinna can't see behind him. He'll avoid the first couple grabs, but if Kwake is stubborn, his arm can, indeed, be pinned. "Ow! Fuck! Wha's yer issue, man?!"
Derathul pulls his big bloody sword out and taps the pink-skin in the shouder with it. "Try it, fish."
Kaelash ... earwilts, eyeing that sword near his face. "...."
Kwake says: Problem? You're a filthy-mouthed turncoat-in-waiting and I told you what happens if I catch you in my city again.
Derathul really like his big sword. He grins at the elf - a big teethy grin that reveals a few rotting molars and what looks like the last remnants of his previous meal, probably being saved for later.
Kaelash squirms about a bit, growling under his breath. "I was 'avin' a smoke b'fore leavin'. Jes' in town doin' some bus'ness."
Kwake says: Hope it was a good'n.
Derathul says: Oh sweet, desert's arrived.
Kwake motions with a nod at the top of Kae's bean. He gives Derathul a purposeful look.
Derathul looks at Sizza.
Kaelash says: ... 've had better, hones'ly.
Sizza says: S'goin' on here?
Sizza says: We tossing elves off of buildings already?
Derathul says: Pink fish is learnin'.
Sizza says: It ain't Winterveil yet.
Derathul says: Shut it.
Kaelash says: Ain' e'en buzzin'-- Hey! Feed these jerks t'yer lizard, I ain' done shit!
Derathul says: Oh, um.
Derathul attempts to bean Kae with the flat of his big sword.
Kaelash is kinna getting held up by his -hair- so hey, it's not like he can avoid the strike. His joint goes tumbling as the blow stuns him, going slack in Kwake's grip-- and then FLAILkicking back at him. Can't think straight to verbally protest, but yay physical instinct.
Kwake flips Kaelash around and gives him a good knock across the jaw to seal the deal.
Sizza says: Holy habanero.
Sizza says: The hell'd this guy do?
Derathul says: He's an elf.
Derathul says: Duhhh.
Derathul looks at Kwake, confused. "What did he do, anyroad?"
Kaelash is still just a rogue. A DK-punch is more than enough to put the lights out. And split a lip and make a nice bruise across his jaw.
Kwake says: Tie 'im. This one's going out in the desert.
Derathul says: Wif what.
Kwake lays Kaelash out flat and holds his wrists, pinning one knee on the small of his back.
Derathul says: Oi flyin' desert. Yer got rope?
Kwake says: Iunno, we're in a barracks, get some rope.
Derathul says: Oh yer.
Kaelash thinks they might wanna disarm him, too. :E
Kwake does that! He flings the swords over the balcony.
Kwake gently pats Kaelash.
Derathul says: Hurrrrrr.
Derathul says: Kay so.
Derathul holds up two different kinds of 'rope'.
Derathul holds up his left hand. "Thissun's normal rope."
Sizza says: Arright, what's the meanin' of this?
Derathul holds up his right hand. "Thissun's rope with barbed shit in it."
Sizza says: Call me old-school, but I ain't too crazy about big mothers beatin' on little dudes.
Kwake says: This here's an Alliance sympathizer. Could be a spy, all I know. A bad one, at that.
Derathul says: I like the barbed one.
Kwake says: Feet n' hands, normal rope. Keep the other one handy.
Sizza says: Oh.
Sizza says: Alliance?
Sizza says: Fuck 'im
Derathul says: Aight.
Derathul begins to bind the feet of Kaelash. Is the rogue disarmed? Prolly not.
Derathul kneels before Sizza.
Kwake tossed the swords over.
Derathul sees them, hooray for disarmed rogues.
Derathul probably finishes binding the feet by now. He moves on to the hands, so that the rope connects the foot and hand binds.
Kwake says: Aight. Said you got a bike?
Derathul says: Nuff left ta tie him on, too.
Kwake says: Load 'im up in the sidecar an' follow me.
Derathul says: Sweet deal.
Kaelash is a limp bundle of teenyrogue.
Derathul DRAAAAAAGS Kae behind him
Derathul shoves the bundle of teenyrogue in to the sidecar.
Kwake yells: Oy, shortstop, you're comin' too.
Kwake smacks Sizza upside the head.
Kwake beckons Sizza over.
Sizza says: Sup?
((The group all head out to Rocktusk Farm in Durotar. ))
Kwake eyes the tree branch.
Derathul says: What's the plan?
Kwake says: Yeah. From that one, there.
Derathul says: Hang on a sec.
Kwake points at the outcropping.
Derathul says: Lemme make him sick first
Kaelash is unconscious, how's he gonna get sick!
Derathul slaps Kae. Wake up!
Kaelash grunts slightly. Ow.
Kwake says: And so the pigs can reach 'im.
Kaelash -groans-. Ugh someone stop the world, he wants off.
Kwake says: Hey! Quit spinnin' in circles and get climbin'.
Derathul says: Hurr.
Derathul says: That'll do.
Derathul says: Climbin' huh.
Kaelash is dizzy and sick and tied up and HEADACHE ow...
Kwake says: Can't climb?
Derathul says: I can do it.
Derathul totally climbs with his tied-up elf and wait for Kwake to tell him what the fuck to do.
Kwake says: Tie 'im to that branch and chuck 'im down here, hands first.
Derathul ties him up exactly as Kwake says.
Kwake says: Right.
Sizza says: So is this like a special occasion, or just kinda a Sunday thing?
Kwake says: Wake 'im up.
Derathul says: He's already awake.
Kaelash JERKS and near-screams when he hits the end of that rope. POP goes the shoulders. "FUCKfuckfuckagh!!"
Kwake says: Wakey wakey, eggs n' bacey.
Kaelash ... would probably be cursing in Thalassian though. Woo.
Kwake blows a cloud of cigar smoke in Kae's face.
Derathul says: Hurr.
Kwake says: Enjoy your smoke?
Kaelash near-chokes on that smoke, gagging a bit and squinting an eye open. "Nnguh?"
Kwake says: Shortstuff, get that shirt offa him, would you?
Derathul says: Dude see if he's got any smoke stuff on him.
Kwake says: Go fer it, rifle 'is pockets.
Sizza says: 'Fore I do this.
Sizza says: I'm just gonna say.
Sizza says: I took a shotgun to the chest today, and yet I find this both excessive and mean-spirited.
Derathul says: Um we'll give yer gold to shut up.
Sizza begins removing Kae's armor and shit without further ado.
Derathul 's hands get sticky when he accidentally opens up a container or whatever of lube.
Derathul stops riffling through the pockets.
Kwake says: See all these critters, ginger? Pigs'll eat jus' bout anything, bones and all.
Derathul says: Jus' some sticky shit.
Kaelash gets stripped down... probably not his gloves though since wrists are tied? "F-fuck you..."
Derathul wipes the lube on to Kae's hair.
Kaelash is glad that's not oil-based :|
Kwake says: You'll prolly expire after a few hours and then once the pigs figure it out you're gonna wind up swine shit in the desert. How's that sound?
Sizza says: Yeah.
Sizza says: Devoured.
Sizza says: By baby pigs.
Kwake eyes Mature Swine up and down.
Sizza says: Carnivorous, baby pigs.
Sizza says: They spit acid, too.
Kaelash sneers, pained though his expression is, "S-still better 'en.. shit li' you, savage."
Kwake says: Keep talkin', turncoat.
Kwake says: There's a special circle of hell for liars n' betrayers.
Derathul says: Damn Alliance sympafizers.
Kwake lifts up his axe and cleanly slaughters the aging boar. A horrific squeal rends the evening air.
Lýr takes notice from the cliffs. Orcs, blood...and a Kae hanging from a tree. Well shit.
Kwake lifts the pig carcass up by the head and holds it stomach first in front of Kae, brandishing it like evidence at a murder trial.
Kaelash just laughs under his breath, a slightly hysteric edge to it. Kind of in MIND NUMBING PAIN here.
Kwake takes a pocket knife out of his pants and cuts the pig's belly open.
Kwake says: You're goin' in one of these!
Kwake -- Guts and fat spill out. Ick.
Kaelash says: Las'... Las' meal? Shouln'-ngh- 'ave.
Kaelash still loses a touch of his composure at that sight. Ugh. Going to be -sick-.
Kwake reaches in and gets a handful of intestinal tract and organs and mashes it up under Kae's chin and nose.
Sizza nudges Kwake's knee, "Don't do it chief, He'll shit everywhere."
Kwake says: You like how that smells? You like it?!
Derathul says: That's offally good offal.
Kwake says: Your guts smell worse!
Derathul is pleased with his joke
Kaelash gags again, twisting his face away from that mess. UGH.
Kwake tosses the carcass aside, satisfied. He gets a nearby fallen leaf and rolls it up, dipping it in the pig's blood.
Kwake kneels down.
Kwake says: We got a word in our language, ginger. Not that you'd care to pronounce it.
Kwake uses the leaf to crudely spell out a word on Kae's stomach with pig blood. Clanless. ((Possibly Nar'hai?))
Kwake says: Ain't part of the Horde, can't go back to the Alliance... Walkin' between like a lost little dog.
Kwake says: You live through this, you're lucky. You die, you're even luckier. Either way, you don't come around Orgrimmar no more. Or I'ma give you something you can't wash off.
Derathul belches in Kae's face.
Kwake finishes writing the word out on Kae's stomach, stepping back to admire his handiwork. It is in orcish.
Kaelash is a good posterboard to draw on, He hangs limp, struggling to simply breathe and not pass out or be sick over trying to retaliate.
Derathul says: Wassit say?
Kwake says in guttural Orcish, "Clanless".
Derathul says: Brutal.
Sizza says: I think it's kinda pretty.
Kaelash seems to have shut up, at least. No more smart remarks from the usually sharp-tongued rogue.
Kwake flicks his cigar away, going back to his hog. There he leaves Kaelash, hanging with two dislocated shoulders, floating above the stinking cut-open carcass of a pig.
Sizza says: He should think about it getting it inked.
Derathul says: Have fun, pink fish
Kwake says: C'mon.
Derathul beckons Sizza over.
Sizza says: Hang in there, eh?
Kwake says: You're in, by the way, son.
Derathul says: Sweet.
Kaelash grits his teeth and merely spits on the ground in the greenskins' wake. Fat lot of good that'll do him.
Lýr watches the orcs go before swooping down. A bit of a coward around orcs still? Guilty. "Kae? Kae are you-"
Lýr probably scares the bejeezus out of the remaining pigs in the meantime.
Kaelash is unresponsive at first. After a few moments, he simply asks in Thalassian, "How long were you watching?"
Lýr says: [Thalassian] I woke up when I heard the pig scream. It took a few minutes to find you- Light, your shoulders-
Lýr gathers Kae up and cuts the rope. "Hold still. Both your shoulders are out of socket."
Kaelash doesn't really resist, but nor does he look particularly thankful. Still in a bit of shock. "Why didn't you stop them?"
Lýr says: I feared they might try to kill you or both of us if I did.
Kaelash just sort of settles to quietly laugh with that same hysteric edge to it. "Y-yeah... yeah...."
Lýr sees to removing ropes from Kae's wrists and ankles, and starts getting him into position to rejoin his shoulder joint. This is going to be immensely painful. "Who -were- they?"
Kaelash says: Orcs. They're... all the same. Savages.
Lýr says: Why did they come after you? I should get you back to Nagrand straightaway...steady breaths, Kae.
Kaelash watches Lyr with a detached gaze and an eerie little grin. "Cuz fuck th'Horde... Fuck 'em all."
Lýr says: Agreed, with the company they've chosen. Keep talking to me, Kae, tell me where else hurts.
Lýr gets him into position and SHOVES an arm up and in until it pops back into place.
Kaelash just mumbles under his breath-- until Lyr pushes his arm back into place. Pain suppression or not, the little rogue /screams/ and very nearly passes out on the spot. He's still barely conscious as it is from getting his head rattled aaround to get knocked out in the first place.
Lýr sloughs off his Shadow and speaks a Word to trickle healing magics into the first arm. "I'm so sorry," he murmurs. "I know it hurts. Talk to me, Kae." The other arm is next.
Kaelash 's breath hiccups in a half-laugh, half-sob, shaking by the time Lyr reaches for the other arm. "NO!" Lurching to his feet, Kae tries to bolt, trips on the carcass, and slumps hard to his knees a few feet away. ... Okay. Getting back up will be difficult.
Lýr plucks Kae right back up. "I'm not leaving you injured in the middle of a sty in Durotar, Kae. Do not fight me. I'm here to help."
Kaelash says: [Thalassian] Help... HELP. Like you HELPED me before they LEFT.
Kaelash says: [Thalassian] Nnn-no better.. 'en me, y-- you fucking coward.
Lýr flinches. "Yes, Kae, I'm a coward. I'm sorry. I was afraid. The first time I lost home and family was to them, of course I'm afraid- and they would have gutted you had help shown up sooner."
Lýr says: [Thalassian] That's what they DO with hostages, Kae. They don't give them a chance to be rescued.
Kaelash just laughs, low and raw and unnatural, making a feeble attempt to wipe the blood and YUCK off from around his mouth, spitting again. Getting up proves to be a touch more difficult, lurching and failing and landing on his hip, grunting at the bolt of pain shooting from his shoulders. "Serves.. serves me right. H-heh...heheheh.."
Lýr tries to get an arm around Kae's waist. "Tell me why." Anything to keep him talking. "I'm going to get you out of here and cleaned up."
Kaelash grins up at Lyr, probably disturbing with the blood and mess all over, "B'cause I watched, too." He doesn't resist the arm this time, though, but he 'guards' his still dislocated shoulder, not letting Lyr touch that arm. It HURT. But at least he can get on his feet.
Lýr says: [Thalassian] Watched what?
Lýr leaves the arm for now. Instead he focuses on getting Kae airborne.
Kaelash gets carted around bonelessly, but he doesn't answer the question, he just stares at the ground passing beneath them.
Lýr sets down on a croc-free stretch of bank and sets about washing Kae down, starting with the face. "That arm is only going to swell, and I can't heal it properly until it's back in the socket." This seems familiar.
Kaelash just grunts faintly and pushes away to wade into the water.
Kaelash really does a shitty job of washing off, but... It's all he can do with one usable arm that's still sluggish and sore. He just scoops up water in his palm and paws at his chest to try and get the blood off.
Lýr sighs and wades in behind him to help whether Kae likes it or not. Surreptitiously he casts another pain-suppressing spell, quiet enough that their splashing masks the Word.
Kaelash finally just sort of slumps against Lyr, making a low, distressed noise and burying his face against his shoulder. Yeah, okay, toughguy act over, he's just gonna cry for a bit.
Lýr scoops Kae up in his arms and holds him. Crying's okay. He's here. "It's okay. You're safe now. It'll be okay." He rubs a comforting hand down Kae's back and stoops slightly to offer his shoulder.
Kaelash forces out against Lyr's shoulder, tone fiercely bitter, "I hate them. I /hate/ them. Fuck them. Fuck the Horde. I wanna go home..."
Lýr nods. "Will you let me put your other arm back into the socket? Then we can go straight home."
Kaelash hesitates for a long moment before he straightens up and just turns the still-injured arm toward Lyr without a word. He squeezes his eyes closed and grits his teeth in preparation.
Lýr murmurs a thanks and another spell of Pain Suppression. Thankfully he makes it brief, and follows up the relocation with another prayer of renewal. "There. Come on. Let's get you back to Nagrand. ...Do...what do we...are you going to tell Oriseus and Khaavren what happened? They'll want to know."
Kaelash sucks in a breath and bites his tongue to keep from screaming again. Ow ow ow FUCK. "Y'found me on th' street 'alfway t' Orgr'mar." Kae gives Lyr a look before he shuffles numbly to the shore. "Take me home."
Lýr winces and looks away - but nods agreement. "Let's go."