[Thrall is out in a park, looking rather reverent as he kneels in the thin blanket of snow. A small altar of rocks is in front of him, a small fire burning an offering. After kneeling in silence for a few moments, Thrall stands, taking a bottle from a saddlebag on his wolf's side. He carefully breaks the wax seal on the rim of the bottle,
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You honor me with your presence, spirit. I trust this year's Winter Veil finds you well?
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I am very well. And yourself?
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Alright... a little worried I must admit, but otherwise I'm fine, great spirit... Forgive me if I overstep my bounds, but, may I ask your name?
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[Ah well, she lifts the bowl and takes a sip, then tries her best not to cough and sputter. That...was very, very strong. Whatever it was. Ammy was not used to drinking alcohol and her eyes watered at little. But she finishes it, covering her mouth with her sleeve as she tries to hide her cough.]
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You humble me with your favor, goddess.
[Thrall takes another drink and holds the bottle out for Ammy's inspection.]
The finest wine in my home world... a personal recipe of Chen Stormstout, finest Panderan Brewmaster in all of Azeroth.
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Would that I could compare it to the wine back home, but I cannot say I have had any before this. So I am afraid I cannot compliment it properly. My apologies.
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Heh! That's quite alright... Chen didn't brew for praise, he did it merely for the satisfaction of enjoying it with friends.
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Kushi was the same as well. Brewing sake was her life, she did it simply because she enjoyed it.
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Ah... you reming me of Jaina... [Yes, Thrall is rambling, but keeping his speech unslurred; a necessity for an orcish diplomat.]
...great power... ability to crush worlds... but a kind heart... that could even come to accept an "ugly" orc... [Thrall accents the last remark by turning a toothy grin to Ammy, pointing at the tusks.]
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I have never really heard of those, but you do sort of resemble one of the ogres, though you do not smell like the darkness as they do.
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It's true... we Orcs have a lot of history with ogres... but we are most definately not the giant, gluttonous, idiotic, slobs as they... heh... and where I'm from... they do smell like darkness... but they reek of things far more foul...
[Thrall chuckles again.]
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Ogres are a pain, and they smell and they're noisy and they cause problems everywhere.
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Aye... they do seem to have a knack for fouling things up... especially the two-headed ones... particularly foul beings there...
[Thrall smirks and looks at Ammy again.]
They're so dumb where I'm from, that in order to harness even the most rudim... rudimen... peppermint? Basic of magics, th-they had to put two brains into one body.
[Thrall tips the bottle back again, lifting the bottle so as to point the bottom straight up in the air... as if he wasn't already smashed.]
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Nn... that does not surprise me... two-headed ogres are not born... they are made... An orc warlock, who led my people to the brink of destruction all for empty promises of power from demons, devised a ritual that would fuse the souls of two ogres into one... creating the brutal, magically adept, bloodthirsty, monstrosities that they are...
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