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THRALL

COURT Unseelie
TITLE Waywarden
OCCUPATION Warchief, Elemental Babysitter
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL No.
RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Ta'ri Trading Post, Azure
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Caer Scima (fairly nice quarters), Ta'ri Trading Post

MAJOR EVENTS

TARI TRADING POST TIMESKIP LOG
What it says on the tin. [ ✖ ]

HIGHLIGHT
Description [ ✖ ]

PLANS
Thrall needs a network, so he will be reaching out to people on all sides. Those with information will interest him greatly. He may do his best to smooth over anti-shardbearer sentiment but there are no solid plans to get him involved with that yet. He is slowly heading in a more neutral direction as he despises war, and to that end, he will also be shielding/protecting children, refugees, and other non-combatants. Much of his energy will be devoted to healing the damage the war has wrought and communing with spirits.

SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS
Thrall will have his own spot of land to outfit and strengthen as he pleases. This new base will act as a great place of operations for him, and a good place to stop since it's basically right in the middle of the map. Nice.

TIMELINE OF EVENTS

SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May)

MARCH - Thrall helps with unfreezing the Roc's frozen rampage. BOON EVENT
MARCH - Thrall helps out in Azure, meets Wan.
MARCH - Waver hands over the keys to the old Barrel.
MARCH - Rin calls Thrall up on da phone and tells him to get his ass down here.
MARCH - Thrall helps Rin & the Barrel (2) with healing some damage down south, helps with her garden.
APRIL - Shardbearers hear harps in their dreams, can smash it to make it stop. BOON EVENT
APRIL - Waver comes by.
APRIL - Saber comes by.
MAY - Fairy rings and lockets stop working. Monarchs disappear. Thrall goes golden swan hunting.
MAY - Swan hunting w/ Diarmuid.
MAY - Javik comes by the TTP.

SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug)

JUNE - Treun festival. Thrall will watch, but he won't participate in the melee unless needed. He bothers Hiro though because gambling is bad.
JUNE - Thrall and Lia have a friendly duel.
JULY - Anti-shardbearer sentiment in Daonna. Thrall will strengthen security around his post just in case. Thrall takes Hiro on a ride around the neutral lands, surveying the damage the Jabberwhelp caused. Attempts to heal the earth will happen. They may or may not be successful.
AUGUST - Forest golems go crazy. Festival of Light happens in Leathann. Thrall isn't going.
AUGUST - Wan comes by TTP, asks for help with the golems. Thrall talks to the spirits and helps some of them feel better.
AUGUST - Connor comes by TTP.

FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov)

SEPTEMBER - Suddenly language barriers everywhere! Thrall speaks Common and Orcish and orcs are natural polyglots so this should be fun.
LATE SEPTEMBER - Brewfest? a.k.a. the Treun wreath festival. Maybe Thrall can get some imports for his pals.
LATE OCTOBER- Samhain! Sun does not rise; characters can go wherever they please; Black Shuck makes another appearance; giant party on the Cathraon. Thrall is going to the party with Vol'jin and he'll be dressed up as a dwarf because that's fucking hilarious, is what it is.
NOVEMBER - Some kind of prison break from Leathann. Thrall watches.

WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb)

LATE DECEMBER- Thrall will dress up as Greatfather Winter for Yule and give presents to the kids. Also both courts are trying to catch the White Hart.
JANUARY - Caer Scima is finally rebuilt, but Thrall does not return.
FEBRUARY - Something like Children's Week in Parrais. Several notable artists found murdered. Thrall is perturbed and wonders if it's tied to anti-shardbearer sentiment, but maybe not.

SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr)

MARCH - The dead rise again! Thrall will have no problems cutting down skeletons. He's dealt with the Scourge before.
APRIL - Imps and fairies both go missing?

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[Things have finally settled down enough that Thrall can bother leaving the trading post in someone else's hands for a length of time. After receiving the message agreeing to come with him, Thrall had suggested they meet at the Station. It isn't too far away. He's currently lacking in transportation so he just runs under his own power. Thrall is an orc after all, and orcs have high stamina. It's nice, actually, to shift into the form of a wolf and pad his way down the road. He keeps his senses alert for anything, and he keeps his eyes open to survey the damage the Jabberwhelp caused. He is, after all, going to try to heal it.

It's a tall order. He's only one shaman and usually he has a team behind him, and a team of druids led by Hamuul Runetotem to depend on. He only has himself here: a true test of his abilities and his discipline. But he's not afraid. He is somewhat fearful for the child who's fallen into his care, but Hiro is resilient, like Thrall's people. It's more that... he should have more time to be a child. There isn't much Thrall can do about that, however. All he can do is protect him, and guide him, and answer his questions when asked.

Thrall arrives at the Station only a little tired even though he's been running for hours. He shifts back into his normal form and readjusts his balance; his armor always feels a little strange when he's back to normal, like it doesn't fit quite right. (He knows it fits perfectly, but there's always an itch in hackles he doesn't have as an orc.)

He's dressed in what counts as traveling clothes for him: a big dark cloak he took from the welcome feast, his armor, and the hammer at his side. There's a pack with a sleeping roll and other necessary supplies slung over one shoulder. All in all, he's a ready camper... but a change of clothes isn't entirely out of the question, either. He ducks inside the Station and glances around for any sign of his tiny friend.]

[Hiro Hamada, as usual, happened to be dealing with another completely unnecessary crisis in his stupidly short teenage life. Despite what Thrall may think about how the child should have more time being a child, he was inclined to agree and disagree with that. He would agree with that due to a certain friend he met in Treun. He would disagree with that, however, thanks to the utter betrayal of another friend in Treun.

Perhaps betrayal was harsh, but Hiro was still way, way too angry at Lemina to even want to speak to her...possibly ever again.

When Thrall messaged him and explained where he was going, Hiro didn't think twice before saying yes. There were a few complications getting to the Station itself thanks to the lack of fairy rings, but he managed. Somehow? He always did.

He'd been waiting for only a short time at the Station and when Thrall walks into the building he'll find the boy sitting on a bench with his feet just barely above the ground. He's busy kicking his feet back and forth, idly looking around but jaw tight as he waits. He turns his head just then and spots Thrall though and most of the tension leaves his face as he bounces up off of the bench, throwing his usual backpack over his shoulder as he heads his way.

Even though he saw Thrall only three weeks ago, it almost seems as though he's shot up another half an inch making his difference in height more noticeable. Almost two inches taller than when he first arrived in the Drabwurld, it's also obvious that Hiro's been making good use of his time and energy with the presence of slightly defined muscles in his arms and legs. For once he's not wearing a hoodie, simply dressed down in a blue t-shirt and cargo shorts and his sneakers. There's a sleeping bag haphazardly tied to the bottom of the bag which seems to be filled with who even knows what, and when he stops up he shoots a mostly bright grin at him.]

Hey.

[Hiro's life sounds so very exciting. Meanwhile, Thrall's finished renovations on the trading post and... sparred someone? The past three weeks have really just been 'drink a lot and try not to burn the steak.' He's also tried making bread. It never rises right. He is just not cut out to be a cook.

Hopefully Hiro has some ideas. If not... they'll figure it out. For now, they have a long journey ahead. Thrall greets the boy with a bright grin around his tusks. He reaches out to set a hand on his shoulder-- not too heavily, but a gesture of friendliness.]

Hiro, my friend. It's good to see you well.

[Now that they're actually standing next to each other, Thrall picks up on something. He isn't sure, not entirely, but eyeballing Hiro's head versus his own armor confirms it. He leans down a little, then straightens back up.] Hmmm... You've grown taller since we first met. I did not notice in the stands, but you are definitely growing-- and fast.

Is this part of your magic training? [That's a joke.]

[Take his advice, buddy. Being human ain't all it's cracked up to be. If it helps though he doesn't know how to cook either...here's hoping they don't starve on their adventures.

Nevertheless, Hiro always has ideas and he'd already been brainstorming prior to Thrall's appearance. He doesn't respond immediately but instead seems to be giving him a good once-over. How could anybody really find Thrall to be intimidating off of the battlefield? It's still such a bizarre thought to him. He doesn't mind the gesture at all which is just another testament to how the Drabwurld's changed him.]

Yeah, it's called an illusion. [He can joke too, dude, though Hiro's actually partially serious. True to nature he'd been so involved in everything he'd been doing lately that he failed to notice his own growth spurt. He shrugs his shoulders, a sheepish little smile appearing.] I ended up getting here early to do some upgrades. [He gestures to the shorts which look brand new. Actually, they look so brand new there's still a price tag hanging from them.

...good job, Hiro. Pardon him while he yanks the tag off and shoves it into his pocket. He eyes Thrall's cloak and armor then, tilting his head slightly. The armor's fine, but otherwise?]

Dude, you're gonna overheat out there.

[Thrall chuckles at the sass. Another reason why they get along. He lets go of Hiro's shoulder though, not wanting to make him uncomfortable; he does not make any remarks on the price tag being yanked off his shorts. They don't have price tags in Azeroth.

Thrall doesn't even think about the armor in the heat, but it's all fur-lined and durable and he's worn it for years.] Does it not get cold during the night? [Then again, that's what the cloak is for. He's reluctant-- it's in his face-- as he's worn the armor like a second skin since he was twenty.

But... Hiro might have a point. And he's here not to fight a war, but be a shaman. He lets out a sigh, pushes some stray hair back from his forehead.]

Very well, I see your point. What do you recommend?

[It's part of his charm to be honest. It helps that Thrall not only takes it but dishes out his own brand when he feels like it. It's how Hiro communicates with people. He's busy looking at Thrall though with a slightly amused grin as he shakes his head.]

It does, but not that cold. Haven't you ever experienced summer before? [He actually goes as far as to pull on his t-shirt a bit.] Stuff like this is what's common in my world during the heat.

I live in a desert. [He's amused but also a bit perplexed.] Water can freeze overnight, even in spring.

[He squints at the t-shirt.]

That does not seem very battle-ready. But... if I am to carry you, I suppose... [He rubs at his chin.] A change of clothes could be useful.

Is there a tailor? [THRALL THIS IS NOT ORGRIMMAR THERE IS NOT A TAILOR DOWN THE STREET.]

And I live in California. [Because that's clearly a valid argument.] I'm just saying we'll worry about the cold when it actually gets dark. [His sweater's in his backpack, after all.

He lifts his eyebrows at the idea of being carried, but hey, beats walking the whole way.]

I'll figure something out. [Crawling on Thrall's shoulders sounds like a great idea, actually.] I don't think you're gonna need a tailor though. We can just check out one of the shops. [And just like that he turns, gesturing for Thrall to follow.] Come on, this one might have what we're looking for.

I am keeping the cloak for that reason. [He can ask about California later. Hiro's right; Thrall is perhaps a little overdressed for an expedition. This land is nothing like Azeroth. It consistently surprises him that a fourteen year old boy can travel by himself and survive. Maybe that isn't true everywhere, but in Nimh Gleanne? Yeah.]

I want very much to believe we can find something, but... Hiro, you do realize I am tall.

[It consistently surprises him too, buddy. There's a reason and its name is "dumb luck" and also paired with "Jason Todd."]

You and the rest of the world. [It's going to be a very fun month for Thrall dealing with a sassy teenager, but at least he seems to be doing it more just to tease him than to be a complete outright brat.] We'll figure something out if we don't find anything, but didn't you say the same thing when we first met? We still found something, didn't we?

[Oh yes, and he's looking forward to it.] Hmph. I cannot argue that. [He really can't. Hiro hit it on the nose.]

I have never actually been inside the Station before. It reminds me of the things you brought from your home.

You really can't. [/kanyeshrug. Sorry man, he knows when he's right he's right. However, he looks a little more than surprised to hear the second part of that sentence.]

Never? I practically lived here before the fairy rings broke. I think I know this place like the back of my hand by now. [For that very reason. He was comfortable here among his own familiar objects.] Maybe I should give you the grand tour before we head out.

Never. I used the fairy ring to get to Nimh Gleanne, but that is all. I never stopped in. [It's like a little peek at Hiro's life. No wonder Hiro lived here.] I would love a tour if you're willing... I want to know how these things work.

The area outside is still scarred by the events of the past winter. I would like to heal the land here before we move northward.

Before the rings broke I used the one out here to get back and forth from here to Spire 10. I really, really miss when things worked. [Sigh. Stupid fairy rings. Stupid war.] You don't even really have to ask. I think it's important for everybody to know how this stuff works just in case.

["Just in case I actually can get something to work in Dorchadas."]

Do we have time though...? If the area's that bad, it can wait until later.

As do I... but this trinket you gave me is more than enough. [He smiles at Hiro in a way he hopes is comforting and not OVERLY EXCITED because omg new things omg. Here's the thing-- once a curious soul, always a curious soul. He might act stately and such but he's just as much of a dirty nerd as the rest of them.]

A few hours or days will not make a difference. [He tilts his head.] I should warn you that healing the land is... slow. There will not always be an immediate, visible improvement. It is something that starts in the roots, and it takes time to work its way upward.

It is an exercise in discipline and patience.

[Sometimes he is Thrall-max. Other times he is orc-Fred, clearly. He doesn't even seem to mind the excitement and instead he looks pleased that Thrall still likes his gift.]

I don't think it'll take us a few days to cover everything in the Station. It'll just be a crash course. [Though when Thrall elaborates on the rest he can't help but be a tiny bit skeptical. Patience? Discipline? Oh great.]

I think we have time to allow things to go slowish. How...slow is slow though?

[The only reason he doesn't sleep with it on is because he's afraid he'll break it.]

It may take a week for the first buds to appear. But, we are not the only people interested in the devastation. We may be lucky enough to have help in our endeavors. [He smiles and hunches over, much like he had when they first met.] I will be able to tell if we are successful. And you, with your magic, should be able to sense it as well.

[This seems to be a usual stance and he doesn't mind at all, though there's a tiny frown when he tunes in to what Thrall's saying.]

I'm not very good with it yet. I'm still trying to figure out how to use it. I don't know if I'll really be able to sense anything but we can try it?

[Sorry Thrall. He's really not sure how this whole "healing" thing works. It's a slow process when he's busy running around playing with flames and occasionally helping jumpstart shadow-travelers.]

Hiro, are you giving up before you have even begun? [The tone is light and teasing. His smile widens.] It will be fine.

[He thinks Hiro is nervous because magic isn't something he was born with. It isn't one of his natural gifts. Thrall tries to ease that.] Even if you can only do a little, that is enough.

Hey, I never said anything about giving up. [That's not funny Thrall-dad.

That's a good chunk of it, to be fair. Most things that he's not naturally gifted with are a cause of wariness for him lately including weaponry and magic. Magic at least was sort of close to science. Forget everything else.] You think? [He looks at his hands thoughtfully.] ...think the spirits will let me practice out there? [Even saying it like that is foreign to him but whatever. He's kinda accepted that the Drabwurld's full of weird shit.]

[Thrall often feels the same way about things that don't relate directly to fighting or... warchiefing. That's not a word but it is now. If Hiro is nervous about new things, all the more reason for Thrall to encourage him, to comfort him, to show him by example that it's okay and it'll work out somehow.]

Absolutely. The earth wants to be healed. The world desires to be in balance. Neither of those things can happen fully if this war continues, but what we offer will keep the land alive for a little longer.

[Best Thrall, good warchief-dad. Hiro's a little more comfortable with that reassurance but it still puzzles him.]

Was the world here damaged even before the last big battle and the way the jabberwock handled everything? [He's more or less asking if Thrall's talked to the earth lately...]

[Thrall nods.]

The fields of Cathraon are one example. Hardly anything grows there, as the land only knows war and death. There are also the desolate lands far north. I have not ventured there myself, but I hear the land itself is dead.

[He thinks about his time in Azure, rubs idly at his chin.]

There are mentions of other spirits being aggressive as well. From my experience, spirits are only aggressive when they feel threatened. Sometimes the culprit is other spirits, and sometimes it is a consequence of nearby settlements. I cannot say for sure without speaking to them personally.

[Being a shaman sure does sound like a lot of work, doesn't it?]

Which means that's exactly where you want to go, isn't it? [He's not stupid. He picks up on that implication right away and even so he's still leading Thrall through the Station. He's occasionally pointing out different outlets and explaining what they are even as they move for their final destination. There's a lull in his tour though as he thinks about that.]

How would you even calm a bunch of aggressive spirits?

[He chuckles warmly. Hiro is learning.] Not for this trip. It's too dangerous to go in blind and unprepared, and it is very far north. The Cathraon would be more feasible but it is still less urgent than the poisoned land.

[Thrall's ears perk at various things during the tour. He asks a few questions about how things work-- none of them too redundant-- and shows lots of interest in the scientific side of things.]

Some spirits request aid in controlling their territory, while others desire offerings. Sometimes it only takes convincing... but even that can take a great deal of energy.

[He pauses, and looks a little awkward.]

Occasionally, the spirits send visions.

Edited 2015-04-03 11:21 (UTC)

JULY // closed to Hiro

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