Returning Home ((Open))

[Verloran]

Djida'bali sat in Orgrimmar's bank, reading the letter he had just recieved.

Djida,

Your ten days are up, friend. It is time for you to return to the village for an evaluation of your experiences among the Horde. As you know, this evaluation will determine whether or not we allow your return. We know that while the Horde's values match many of our own, living among them can, at times, be misleading. We have spoken of this many times, so this should not come as a surprise. We hope to see you soon.

There was no signature. There never was.

Djida didn't know what he was going to do. He foolishly thought that being among the Horde for this long would make him strong enough to return on his own when he needed to, and so he told the elders that he would not need anyone to come to the city for him, to accompany him on the return trip. He was wrong.

The trip to Durotar had been hard enough. He and his escort had almost died several times, thanks to the Dwarves in the Hinterlands, other members of the Alliance wandering around Hillsbrad, and the ever present wildlife. Then there were the Scourge infesting Silverpine and Tirisfal... Djida knew he could not make it back on his own.

He stood slowly and walked out of the bank, letting his gaze sweep over the city. This was a great place, and he did not want to leave... but he could not ignore the place he had grown up in. He could not ignore his blood.

Djida started to wander. He couldn't leave right now, after all. Taki was still in the cow man city. He didn't know why she liked it there so much. It smelled like grass and sun. Most might enjoy that smell, but Djida didn't think much of it. He knew Taki would return before the day ended, so he was not too worried about it.

But he did wander, hoping that maybe he'd see a friendly face somewhere.

[Verloran]

Early in the afternoon the next day, Djida and Taki stepped on the zeppelin to the Undercity, deciding to take the shortest route possible back to Revantusk Village. The night before had not gone so well. Djida was walking through the Drag when he was hassled by a drunk Tauren, for reasons unapparent. Djida had to pretend to show the cow man a magic trick to get out.

After that he'd decided he'd had enough, so he went outside the city gates to sleep under the stars. He had woken up to find Taki sleaping next to him. He'd stood and stretched, and woken Taki for a run through Durotar before leaving. Nothing much had happened, but Djida had gotten a good sense of what he was leaving behind. The landscape, hot and red in the morning sun, reminded him of Hellista.

Don't leave her, he thought to himself as he mounted the steps inside the zeppelin tower. But he knew he had to. With luck he could return, but thinking about what little experiences he'd had living among the Horde, it didn't seem likely. Djida sighed to himself as he thought about this and sat on the edge of the air ship, which was waiting for others to leave and arrive before leaving for the dead place.

Taki walked up and nudged Djida's back, sensing his sadness. He turned to look at her, into her eyes. It isn't the end yet, he sensed her say. He smiled and gently pat her head. She was probably right.

[Verloran]

((It doesn't really matter, so long as they can get on a zep without getting eaten by the guards. Hehe.))

[Laron]

Walking out of Ogrimaar, Briann made her way to the Zeplin tower. She had thought maybe she could follow the girl who she had seen in Undercity to find out who she was. All she knew was that she was wearing a purple and gold Tabard and the Ravenshank family crest on her necklace. "This is silly, I'm not gonna find her in all of them people."

Walking towards the bank, she turns the corner and runs into a chest of hard muscle. Dropping her cloth sack, the alchemic ingredients, spill all over the ground, in a mess of liquids and broken glass. "Oh my stars! I'm so sorry, I ran inta ya." She says as she drops to her knees quickly trying to clean up the broken vials, the glass not an issue, because her hands are completely devoid of skin. Looking up, she see a pair of tusks and eyes staring down at her.

A Troll, Hominis Tuskus Regeneratus, or how ever her master labeled them. Her fears of the tusked men had all but gone. As a girl she was always told of the monsters that lived in the mountains, "But now she was the monster... and what's he gonna do, kill me?" She thought to herself. The thought almost sounded peaceful. Maybe then the pain she felt in her heart would stop. "I'm sorry I spilt some stuff of yer boot." She said as she uses her dress to clean the blue liquid off his large foot before it caused any real damage.

[Verloran]

That was unexpected.

"'ey, i's a'righ'. Choo need 'elp wit' dat?" Djida looked down at the undead woman cleaning up the mess she'd made with a concerned look on his face. "Choo look like somet'ing's wrong."

[Laron]

Looking up at him, she finishes cleaning his foot, and takes a note of what broke so that she can get more later. "Oh dearie, I'll be fine, I was just looking for someone, and here it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. I will just have to find her later..." Standing up she only comes up to his chest, even with him slouching over. "Yer a tall aren’t ya?"

She is a very plain looking woman with a simple blue dress and no shoes. Her arms are more decayed than most forsaken, and her bones are a bright white, that almost look like she is wearing high gloves. Her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, and the only jewelry she wears is a gold necklace with a gold and silver ring hung from it.

"What's yer name mister?"

[Verloran]

"Ah..." Djida didn't know if he should tell her. She seemed nice enough, but most of the Forsaken he'd encountered were a little... off.

"Djida," he finally said. "Djida'bali, but'choo jus' call me Djida. An'choo?"

[Laron]

She takes his large hand in hers, and shakes it, smiling at the man. "My name's Briann, Briann Ravenshank, nice ta meet ya." Looking around him as a Blood Elf with dark hair walks by. "Shoot that's not her either... This is impossible..." looking back at him, she says

"You haven't seen a fancy pants Elf with tattoos have ya? I need ta find out who she thinks she is, wearin my husbands, I mean... ex-husbands crest..."

She trails off feeling stupid that she called him that again.

[Verloran]

"Ravenshank.. choo mean Andellyn Ravenshank? De one wit' de Night Elfie fatah?" Taki yipped and happily wagged her tail, hearing Andellyn's name. "Last Ah saw 'er, she was 'eadin' to Orgrimmar, fo' a guild meetin' or somet'ing like dat. She be part of Sanctuary."

Djida reached up and scratched his head for a few seconds. "Who be ya ex-husband?"

[Laron]

Anger... Seething hot anger shot through Briann, as she crushes the vial she had in her hand. "Whatdayamean Night Elf father...!?" Her mind was filled with confusion, hurt, but mostly anger. "He must have had a child with a Blood Elf, before he met that Woman..." As she starts to pace back and forth trying to piece things together. "Did she say where she was goin? Oh never ya mind, you said she is with Sanctuary... That guild I heard about... With their Alliance loving ways..?" She stops pacing and notices that she had been rubbing her ring. "Sorry, I... Can we go someplace else to talk bout this?" She says looking around realizing she has caused a scene.

[Verloran]

"Well.." Djida looked up at the sun. He had time. "Ah gotta be goin' soon, but Ah s'pose there ain' no harm, eh?" He pat Taki to reassure her, as she had been nudging him whie the woman ranted. "Lead de way."

[Laron]

"I live in Undercity, I don't know this city very well, is there someplace we can talk that's quiet?" She says trying to calm herself from the anger she felt. "You'd talk with me?" No one had taken the time to really talk to her, except her mistress at the lab. And she was more of an employer, not a friend.

[Verloran]

"Sho'. Why not? De more experiences in dis place, de bettah fo' me. Ah do hafta go soon though, so Ah can't be takin' too long." Djida looked around the city. He hadn't spent much time here himself, so he didn't know many places that were quiet...

"Secon' floor of de Drag. Follow me."

He pat Taki again and led the way over to the Drag. Why it was called that, Djida couldn't tell. He supposed he'd find out someday. He looked behind him to check that the undead lady was still there, then walked up the steps to the second floor. He walked over to the edge and sat, Taki right next to him.

"So what'cha be watin' to say exactleh?"

[Laron]

"Well was married to Night elf named Laron Ravenshank... We lived in red ridge, a little house, with a tree out in the front. I was a young girl at the time, only 14... As I aged, he stayed the same handsome man I married, we never did have a childrens, but he kept me happy... If ya knowhatamean."

She smirks at him with her glowing eyes, that soon turn to remorse.

"Then I grew old, and died. And when I came back, he was still alive... I found out he is getting married, and to another Human... And if that weren't bad enough, I now find out he had a kid with some other woman... It seems my ex husband took a Blood Elf and had himself a child, before maryin that fat OTHER woman."

A black tear falls from the corner of her eye, and runs down her cheak, leaving a black trail, at is falls. "Why do I gotta keep sufferin?" wiping her face, she looks up at the Troll, "I'm sorry, I was bein rude. What brings you here?"

[Verloran]

Well that was a lot of information to take in.

"Well... Ah'm visitin' from Revantusk Village to see what de Horde is like.. an' Ah should actualleh get goin', seein' as 'ow Ah got a letter last night tellin' me to come back."

Djida let out a sigh. No apparent reason.

"'Ey, if it makes ya feel bettah, Ah nevah liked Elfied much." He smiled at her, hoping that somehow it might cheer her up.

[Laron]

"Revanusk Villiage? Where is that? I haven't done too much travellin, since I woke up." She smiles at the Troll wiping her face again. "I'm not due back for some time, if ya want some company. I can't fight of nothin, but I am a good cook."