Of Undeath and Attonement.

[Zerjatul]

*translated from Zandali using Stone tablets*nn~ Sorrow, Sorrows, Hatred and guilt... Mingling, swirling all in tune -n The Sound of despair, the tale of downfalls...nThe Cold music of a Requiem that never cease... - nThe eternal introduction to a flat foggy dull world of peace,nThat bears No more fear, no more wounds,nno more purposes and no answers....just doom. ~nnMay it be nil?... The No life's no soul's land , the ever stretching purgatory of those left uncheckeds by the Loas perhaps....?"nn*Zerj sighs deep in a mild foggy morning in the Eastern Plagueland on the cliff overlooking the Plaguewood near Stratholme...*nn-Zerj - (Zandali): Rotbag, We be leaving, Stop collecting those bugs around and put that fire out...."n-MarrowMuncher : B-But tast'd good....? *the ghoul whimpers in silence, bugs crawling out of his mouth ...and guts*n-Z (Z): Bwah!..Stop acting like a trolling child! You're dead and surely do not want me to lash out my hatred's mojo on your little brittle bones now?" *he grins albeit being tired of babysitting his ghoul...*nn" Baby...Heh..,he thought, ...Maybe the Loas fated me to suffer even more.... Those dreadful days When I was green and Living and green of dreams,envy....desires and fears... nnOh sure I'd tell my new Tribe...But....But I can't stop to do nightmares about it..I almost gave up to the Lich King's will to curse my own foolishness ...my Mistakes....nn" Was it 5 years ago... or maybe less?...Time goes so murky when you flirt, cross and fool both the Light and death...( or maybe I am fooling myself..?) Life filled my lungs but fear was in the air... The Humans of Lordaeron and Arathi mostly Fled or were slain,, The wildlife was changing and the hunters brought sick and frail games, the few stray humans (traders or some Scarlet fools) looked mad and didn't yell as much when our cannibalists hacked them for out Sacrifices.... Those sacrifices,, how many did we do,,we almost killed half of our catch even if we were half starving or sick and dying.... Death was amongst us even before the Plague came,,, Now it was a nightmare,, brothers fighting brothers and harvesting them.. some gone mad praising the advent of the Scourge and pale as a sign of the spirits *scoffs* At Least ~I~ was aware of what went on and I wanted to survive Even if it meant dealing with Death....nn*Zerj looks North-East and peeks at the top of a Zighorat Temple poking from the evergreens* nnDeath,,yes Death was what Zul'Brinh always chanted When he did his incantation...the Witch doctor was annoying but keen...He was the one suggesting me to escape now and not just me but others... the proud warriors called him a mad-troll while others Ran away to Zul'Aman...but for most it was already too late... Mostly young hunters and newly wed mates or the old ones... heh those weren't spared in the end...they asked the old to dug out massive graves in front of the temple while the witch doctor chanted his words to the Spiritual ancestors Wishing to get the powers of the Old ones....that was the other mistake....nn*Marrow Muncher grumbles and looked tense* " Death, death close... power..Hmmrr..."n*Zerj frowned then quickly turned around to face two hulking green skinned trolls looking mindless and bruised*n-MossFlayer scout 1: Who you b? You look like one of us but smells like one of them.....Zul'Brinh shall know if you're weak or strong... Mwueheheh!n- MossFlayer scout 2: We cook the Weak and we Feed the strong! Gwahahaha *almost snarls*nn*Marrow looks up at his master Oddliy beaming wide, showing its sharp rows of teeth* n"Smashy smash...M---mastah?" n* The ghoul would have wagged a tail if it had one, Zerj thought , almost feeling ashamed*nn*Zerf unmounted his Raptor and walked silently close to the first scout and spoke with the more local Mossflayer dialect*nn- The Loas are with us Brother..I am--was One of Zul'Mashar before.... You remember Thooka'Tul Mosstusk brothers?nn*the Scout's face frowns as he scratches his tusk , unsure, then gasp, with a sudden enraged stupor , filling his eyes...*nn-Scout1: You!!?...Y-y-y-YOU!!?? Aarrrrggghhhh! We're Cursed, By Hethiss (Loa of battle and murder) is daming us Reljia! It's him...The Betrayer!! Dambala's Own!!! We killed you when they Attacked, we throw your miserable corpse with the damned risen ancestor's mummies in the massive grave...You can't be here!!! Monster The Loas Left us Reljia! ..For Thresh'Jin!!! Ta~Wa!n( Damballa being the Loa of Trickeries)nn*The scout's voice and breathing get louder as seconds passed, he and the other Scout leaps towards The Undead Troll, their axes ready to gash*nnZerj: *casting Chain of ice (snare) and mind freeze(silence) * n"...So..."n*sighs and , looking down he nods* n"You do "remember..."nn*he looks at MarrowMuncher and nods. The ghoul Almost squirms in joy if it could feel* n" Smashy~YeaaAh! "nn*Zerj Walk away silently, his indigo eyes barely glowing , he stares at the horizon amidst the gurgling sounds of disemboweled trolls*nn" I betrayed myself or is it my old tribe? Why?.....Why Did she Hex my heart to seed the bad Mojo withing me"n"I was young.... I was A young troll too avid to show off? too confident? to afraid for her , to loose her...that Witch, that sorceress and Voodoo cabalist...My death wasn't enough to amend or to satisfy the Loas..no *his blood boiling and eyes burning aflame* No...those False GODS! There was only Hatred and Revenge when The "Artharse" raised me..No..I wasn't really a mindless drone..no...I hated everything, Everyone through my undeath IT was every Living, Life meant fear , meant tricks and lies, it was a weakness, a poison. Through cheating death you broke the chains of nature you became DEATH itself and it's inhabitants were the SCOURGE,, We could eradicate that weakness from those fears....nAnd Love....Pfah Love, what a lie..I loved and before I was amongst the death My heart felt ripped off... and forever a fire shall burn where it standed..nn* The Trolls hands felt numbs as he enters his enraged state as his ghoul returns with bloodied hands trying to speak to its master*n" They-they are...."nnNow ...Now I just wish to face this past..To....to amend ...I saw the wrong,.. I've mourned, hated and regretted but now... I'm left with void, nil.... as the Lich King Left us..... The Kind new Tribe of Lady Nyx welcomed me and with and because of them i feel friendship and acceptance...but ...*sighs* I cannot show them this past...I wouldn't bear to be liked, accepted to be hated and rejected again...T'just good they think I'm more of a simpleton with my lack of Orcish..nn*he smiles to himself...his rage dissipating feeling at peace, more resolved to tell someone in the tribe, someone willing to understand? whom he might open to? But who could be so forgiving... or even to love such a cursed undead Troll?*n ~Deep into his thoughts he's unaware that a MossFlayer ShadowStalker Troll Sneaked behind him and knock him out cold...~n"Owww..Ohh~mon Dat a pain" * he tries to open his yes but a indigo hued darkness fills him...he touches his eyes to meet some heavy nether-weave bandage wrapped around his head*n" Uhh who'd joo be? I can~ah hear some voice...ya got's~tah speak..I can't see but Zerj's can smell and ear an' My G'oul~ah don'tas be needin' me to Kill. mwueh...* hides his nervousness well trying to listen at whoever rescued him*

[Grethem]

"Pathetic" Zakarr's cold voice stabbed out like a razor, "no knight of The Ebon Blade should ever need rescuing."nNo fire was started, not simply because of Zakarr's loathe of heat, but also not to attract the numerous dangers that wandered the bleak plaguelands.nn"A mere brunt to the head? Weak... you'll be fine, these usurpers..." a horrible crunching sound followed by a savage, bloody howl echoed throughout the area, "will not."nnThere was the sound of hooves walking on dirt, and the sound of an axe being stuck into the ground.nn"Take off that bandage, look me in the eye and give me one reason saving you from your own carelessness was worth my time."