badfic_manor | 1rst ritual || Vol'Jin || [Accidental video] [in person]

[There's a crunch and the video feed cuts on to the inside of a mouth. When the face pulls away there's a a visage of a tusked blue behemoth on the screen, looking utterly perplexed. and after giving a sniff he tosses the slobbery thing off to the side. The room shown is very primitive and tribal looking, housing odd beaded feathered little knickknacks, also there are no shortages of skulls, and the occasional shrunken head... and probably many more things your average sane person doesn't want to know about.]

Now, where be Vol'Jin... dis be some trick of dem's alliance scum?

[His old raspy voice can be easily picked up by the blackberry, despite it's place on the floor. He bends down sniffing then feeling the ground. He finding his bow under the bed he takes it, feeling much more comfortable]

No, dis be no trick of dems human's... Dis be some powerful voodoo dat brought old Vol'Jin here...

[He stands up straight to crack his back, and bumps his head on the ceiling. He rubs his head. Grumbling he heads out the door leaving the device behind]

[OOC:Since he's so primitive, if he hears the blackberry speaking his first reaction will probably be to kill it, so in person is probably the way to go with him XD]

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[Well color him confused, how did the voice get from his room to outside his door. Just to be safe he draws out his glaive and opens the door...

A little human brat? What is this?!]

Who ya be, and how ya be doin' dat trick wit ya voice?

[....Great, a weapon. Tris doesn't seem that intimidated, though.]

I'm Trisana Chandler. These devices- [Tris holds up her blackberry.] -allow for communication over a distance, by voice, image, and text.

[She's putting her hands on her hips.] I can show you how to use it. There's nothing like them in my world, either... [Yet.]

eh....?

[He looks at the device then at Tris more then a bit confused, looks like he can't take the information quite as fast as she's giving it...]

Text? 'You're world'? What nonesense be ya speakin' human? What be happenin' ta da Loa? I can't be feelin' any spirits here. Dis ain't natural...

Text. Writing, essentially. And as there are no Loa or anyone like you where I'm from, the easiest explanation is that the places we are from are nothing alike. I've an entire book of notes on the differences between the worlds people here are from, or at least the differences in magic.

.... where you're from? Ya be human, ya be from da Eastern Kingdoms.... unless...

[her world?...then maybe...]

Ya be from da Outlands?...Is dat even possible?

[Oh he's some kind of confused right now...]

Not quite. I'm originally from Ninver, in Capchen, but I moved to a temple near Summersea in Emelan. None of which likely makes sense to you, illustrating our differences. I don't know what the 'Eastern Kingdoms' are, nor the 'Outlands', because our frames of reference are completely at odds.

In short, were it not for the strange power the Author has, we never would have even thought the others' existence to be possible. [She's tucking her Blackberry away.]

...Ya be a wordy little human, ain'tcha?

[Yeah, he's still having a bit of a tough time following Tris and all her wordy-ness...]

[SIGH.] Considering I was half-raised by a scholar? Yes. Yes I am.

aye, I shoulda figured dat...

[He turns back into his room, beckoning her inside]

So let dis old Troll get dis all straight- we be from different worlds because of some witchcraft?

Basically! [Tris is following him in-- and looking around. ...Well then. he can't possibly be any more honestly barbaric than the Thairians, especially given he's listening to her.] The explanation I've gotten makes her sound a bit similar to an overpowered ambient mage from my world. [Given who's saying it, that 'overpowered' bit is truly rich.]

We're in someone's story, essentially. Brought in as the characters, because her skill is nonexistant. I'm not sure what kind of strange magic she has, but she is truly horrible at her craft.

Da only ting where I be from dat could pull someting like dis off would be a Dragon aspect...

[Well if that's the case... then there are others here... He takes his bunch of shrunken heads and looks around for a place to stash them. He couldn't have anyone toying with his creepy voodoo trinkets..]

A Dragon aspect? [Tris is looking very interested all of a sudden! You mentioned things she knows nothing about.] What're those? [She might be fumbling in her pocket for the blackberry to record this until she can write it down, though she has a good memory.]

[Settling for a high spot on a shelf, he only glances at Tris curiously for second. He rummages through his belongings until he pulls out a white candle and an intricately painted skull of... something not human]

Legand says da Dragon aspects are bein's dat were given dominion ovah an element by day titans when Azeroth be made. It be dere duty to watch over and keep Azeroth in balance.

[He lights the candle allowing some wax to drip on the skull for a moment.]

Dere be Nozdormu da timeless one, Yserada dreamah, Malygos da spellweavah, Neltharion da earth wardah, and Alexstrasza da life bindah.

[He uses the melted wax to stick the candle on the skull muttering a few foreign words in the Trollish tongue before setting it on a table]

But Neltharion went mad long ago, and renamed himself Deathwing. He tore trough da dimensions between da elemental plane and Azeroth, turnin' da world on it's head. Malygos went mad long ago from da betrayal of Neltharion and has been... dealt with. A sad day fa da aspects I imagine.

They sound almost like gods, only without having the creation of the world attributed to them... And they sound more fact than any gods back home seem. I've never heard tell of gods gone mad back home...

I imagine it would have been interesting to meet Malygos before he went mad- though meeting any of them would be nothing short of amazing. I've seen so many types of power that simply do not exist back home...

[...Tris is turning red in the face. Oops.]

Aye, but dat be happening many many many years ago. Long before dere be such a ting as humans.

[He reaches for a pouch near the table and pours the red sand in it's contents in a peculiar circle with intricate symbols around the skull. He mutters again and gives his head a curt nod, stepping back from his work]

Da Dragon's reside up in Northrend. I met many a warria who be aidin' or seekin' aide of dem. Vol'Jin might have gone should he be younga, but my place be leadin' da Darkspears and aidin' Thrall anyway I can.

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