The Story Behind a Quick to Anger Troll.

[Tasera]

(something I'm going to continuously write off and on about Tasera's past, bear with me. As you see it is not starting with Tasera herself though...you shall find out soon enough the importance of this troll))

The weather had been unrelenting for the past few days. But just in view the wide ocean began to calm. The small boat being carried by the charmed winds began to rush forward. In it, a male troll sat, a big grin curving his features, “TAZ’DINGO! “ He cheered, but alas the spirits of the wind and ocean where the only ones who heard his cheer. He was alone in this vast ocean. But still, he rejoiced
A day just past, a torrential storm caught the band of jungle trolls in the middle of the great sea. They had all been running, escaping the destiny of their kin, whose fate had been entwined in the will of the Soul Flayer, Hakkar. Their pace had quickened to do the charms placed on the small, quickly made vessels. Even with those as guides the devilish storm caught up to them, more then likely the work of the vengeful soul’flayer himself.
The troll was sure no one had lived; he had seen no signs of his compatriots in the waters. But that loss was not on his mind now, no, it was the vast stretch of land before him.
The great land of Kalimdor.

The boat pushed up onto the beaches edge, and the troll’s large feet touched the sand. The only real land he had felt in days. He stood up, tall, adjusting his shoulders, and holding good posture for a troll briefly to survey the area. Then resumed the usual hunched over position as he grabbed his few belongings. Before departing though, he kneeled down to the trollish idols that adorned the boat for safe guidance. In a hushed voice he began to say line of chants in the Zandali, releasing the powers that sped his craft through the waters.

He turned around and tried to get his bearings. The sun was well up for the day, and no stars could be found. The troll sighed and crossed his arms, “Dis no good. Da elders told me ta look to da stars, and we will find our new home from dere on…” He thought for a moment and looked to the ocean. “Ancestors please tell me dat dis feelin’ in my gut ain’t a false one. Lost bruddah’s and sistahs, ancestors please guide me safely “
He carried the wish to the wind as he pulled his few belongings up over his shoulders. It consisted of a fishing pole, a charmed spear, and small ritual totem. That was all. He had a destination, many of his kind have caught word of the coming of Hakkar over the voices and whispers of the sprits. Most villages, where expecting refugees.

Yet, this troll did not follow the shore to the north, he did not land to the south west, he had this misfortune of landing in the grim coastal lands of Darkshore. The residents had caught word of a troll in the area, and for the moment, where quietly keeping an eye on him. Pondering why this lone troll would be stupid enough to wander Darkshore alone. They would try to find out course, the Nightelves where not ones to let things go unnoticed.

[Tasera]

A night had passed, a deep fog had settled in over murky lands. The male troll was having a an awful feeling in his gut, he could not see more then ten feet in front of him, and what was even worse was that certain trees were starting to look very familiar. The troll then stopped all movements when he found himself in a set of very old ruins. He did not recognize the race that could make the architecture, but he recognized the ruins themselves, he had seen them before, he knew it! Growling in frustration he parked himself on a large fallen pillar and began to rummage through his packs for food. The troll found some bread and red berries to satiate his hunger. Running his fingers through his vibrant red hair, the troll nibbled on the food. “Ye’yewatta musfa adanota.” He grumbled and hunkered down. The male troll sighed looking over his food stores, realizing how badly he needed to find some meat and soon. When that line of thought caught his attention though, there was a noise behind him, the crackling of twigs in the brush. He jumped up, a wide grin. The troll’s first thought was that it was a rodent, or small creature that he could utilize as food. Bringing out his knife he hunkered down like a predator stalking his prey. His long troll ears knew exactly where the sound came from and he approached the bushes.

As he neared the bushes a small animal did not greet him, instead an arrow, pointed directly between his eyes. He jumped back, his dagger falling to the ground. Looking up he saw three figures starring at him with deadly eyes.

“Alhini lo tynae!” The female in the center demanded. The troll, had no idea what the figures were that he was looking at until a little of the thick fog passed. Night elves!

“I!...Uhhh..” He tried to procure some words in common, but in the nervous rush nothing came to his tongue. Instead he spoke in Orcish, “I don’ be meanin’ any harm!” and that just made the night elves even more angry. Two more came from behind and grabbed him by the scruff of his leather shirt, hoisting him to his feet.

“Dor’ano dur fal Darkspear!” The female, clearly the leader announced to the group. The rest nodded and began to drag him away. The troll’s eyes were wide, “Wait?! Wha’did I do?! I…”

Suddenly there was a myriad of yells, and confusion ensued. Many of the nightelves scattered, and arrows started to fly both ways. The troll darted under a bush and curled over, hands over his head to protect himself. He peaked out between his fingers and starred at the action. Out of nowhere a large number of trolls appeared through the mists, yelling battle shouts and sending in tamed creatures to attack the few would be night elf captors. This was not some manner of army from what he could see, but more like a hunting party. Amongst the stream of arrows gunfire could also be heard, and soon afterwards, two of the nightelves were blasted back, dead.
The nightelves were quick to retreat, having been caught off guard they were not given a chance for a swift counter attack.
Gulping, the troll moved forward just slightly from his protective space to see the hunting party. There were seven trolls looking to where the nightelves ran. They turned to suddenly see this male troll standing there, timid and unsure about his saviors.
The female troll stepped forward the moment he made his presence know to the group. She was the hunter with the gun, tall, and to his eye quite beautiful. At her side was a feline, who eyed the new troll carefully.

“We been watchin yous. We saw yous land on da shore last night, an’ we also saw da nightelves trackin’ you. Yous must be a full or not be from around ‘ere to walk along in dese lands…Who are you?”

He gulped, “I be Oorwhadim….from across da oceans in Stranglethorn.”

The female troll smiled, liesurely placing her gun over her shoulder, "I be Tasradae, I tink da Loa told us of da tragedies across da great sea, you must be one of da refugees den..."