Badfic Manor

[Anyone within earshot of Vol'jin's hut would be hard pressed not to notice the commotion going on. There's a scruffy red-haired troll child on the roof of Vol'jin's (finally finished) hut... and rather irritated Vol'jin standing on the ground below.]

Ja best be gettin' down off dere. I be given' ja ta da count of "five" before I be coming up afta ya, and ja don't be wantin' me ta be comin' up afta ya. One.... two... tree... four...

[The baby just giggles and sticks out his tongue]

FIVE!

[And with one swing he makes it up on the thatched roof, as the child scampers away giggling like a little giggle fiend. The chase goes on for a few moments, until the child slips and almost takes a tumble off the roof. Of course Vol'jin manages to grab the child by the leg and pull him up. Holding the giggling child upside down he brings him face-to-face. How to punish this one now? Vol'jin smirks and legs go of the child's leg, letting him drop about a foot before catching him again, only this time Vol'jin is the one laughing. The child looks mortified for a moment before he catches on and starts laughing too. Vol'jin jumps off the roof of his hut and sets the child on the ground and watches as he happily scurries off to get in more trouble.

Probably divine punishment for all the trouble he caused in the village back in his younger days...]

[Vol'jin had long since decided the cramped quarters of the manor were not fit for a Troll, in more ways then one. Having earned one too many bumps from the ceiling Vol'jin had packed up and was right in the process of moving when the Author came up with this brilliant plot. so now was he not only bumping his head on the ceiling but some little nut kept poking him in the side with a meat cleaver. Not even a proper weapon! And all the little humans were making such a fuss about it. If this manor were full of trolls instead of humansthen the killer would be getting trolled of course dealt with more efficiently.

Vol'Jin continues musing to himself as he walks down the halls heading outside, with a cauldron filled with all sorts of tribal knickknacks strapped to his back. Skulls, powders, candles, things in jars, shrunken heads, you name it he's got it... and probably a few things you NEVER wanted to know about. He's also dressed head-to-toe in his armor as opposed to his tribal vestments, his glaive fastened at his side and his bow and arrows not far out of reach... just in case the littler murder decided to pick up a real weapon...]

[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]