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Cautiously, the troll took silent steps
up the stairs onto the deck, her pink braids bouncing behind her. Only the
occasional rattling of bones that decorated her skirt made a noise. The captain
had been away for a few days, only returning to sleep, and this day was no
different. She saw it as her opportunity to leave, and so she did. As soon as
she stepped onto the upper deck, her blue hands pulled a dark jungle green
cloak hood over her head and before she could take another step, she heard the
a gun behind her.
“Where ya going?”
The troll slowly turned her
head and peeked from behind her hood, her gray eyes falling on the female dwarf
with a rifle pointed at her. “Wat dat matta to joo?”
“Well, I just don’ trust ya,
Tia.”
The troll chuckled softly. “I
don trust joo eitha, but joo can kill me at any moment. Joo jus don because of
da captain. Besides, joo culd jus poison mah food whenevah.”
“And ya could have killed us
by poisoning the entire food supply and ya haven’t.”
“So wat dat tell joo, Gerty?
Put da gun away and me be goin’. I be back before ‘ee return.”
Gerty slowly lowered her gun
and glared at the towering troll. “If not, he’ll hunt ya down.”
The troll chuckled and turned
around, adjusting the hood over her head. “Good.” Once she walked off the ship,
she looked in all directions before heading toward Orgrimmar. She kept her face
covered as she walked through the front gates. The orcs glared at her, but
other outsiders who walked openly displaying their weapons seemed like a bigger
threat to the city, so the let her go and she continued on, heading toward the
Valley of Honor. The city was full as usual and the hooded troll was just one
more creature in a sea of visitors that flooded the city. The fights, arguments
and boisterous laughter didn’t stop her. She knew exactly where she was going
and whom she needed to see.
The atmosphere around her
change into a militant environment the moment he entered the Valley of Honor.
Orcs walked with heavy armor and large weapons. Grunts of all races followed
like eager ducklings as they exited the recruit building. She walked up the
ramp and toward the recruiting officer. “Admiral Lightdawn.”
The orc looked up at her and
noticed her long green cloak. “Name, abilities?”
“I jus need ta speak wit da
Admiral.”
“You will sign up like
everyone else!”
Tia grinned wickedly and
leaned toward the orc. “I only need ta speak to da Admiral.” The orc slammed
his writing tool on the bench in front of him and glared at her.
“You want to fight with us,
you need to realize you are nothing special! We move as a team!”
“What is the damn problem?”
An elf emerged from the darkened corridor and approached the recruiting bench.
“Sign this grunt up and move on!”
“She wants to speak to the
Admiral!” The orc sneered at the troll, but she simply smiled at the elf.
“Oh does she?” The blond elf
looked at her, paying close attention to any markings or specific details.
“What the fuck does she want to say to the admiral?”
“A few months ago, joo caught
a pirate…” Her words were enough to make him go stone cold.
“Follow me.” He quickly said
as he turned back toward the dark corridor.
“But Admiral! The paperwork!”
“She’s coming with me!” The
elf continued to walk down the dungeon-looking building. The screams of the
tortured and imprisoned echoed through the halls and Tia simply smiled at the
sound of those who were giving up on hope. She longed to see them and make them
dark offers, but that would have to wait. The Admiral walked into his office, a
stone room with a simple wooden door. It looked as if it used to be a prison
cell before the Admiral took over. Tia looked around and smirked.
Slamming his hands against the table, the elf
took a deep breath and growled, “How do you know about the pirate?”
“Dis be a nice office.”
“Answer my damn question!” He
lifted his head and glared at her. “Remove your bloody hood, now!” The troll’s
blue hands reached up and slowly lowered her hood. Her pink braids fell over
her shoulders. “How would you know about that incident?”
“I be knowin’ a lot…Admiral
Lightdawn.” Her gray eyes spotted his hands turn into fists. “An I know joo
want tah get ‘im, no?”
“Do you know how hard it is
for a Sin’Dorei to be in Garrosh’s good graces? And because of my so-called
failure, I get thrown in this damn dump!” He slammed his fists against the
desk. “You’re damn right I want to get him. Do you know him?”
“Joo can say dat. I know well
wat ‘ee be plannin’.” She slowly walked toward the desk. “Be gud tah me, and
joo may be getting’ joor pirate.”
The Admiral laughed. “How do
I know this isn’t some sort of trap, hm? You’re not his friend? You’re not
going to lure me into something?”
“Friend? Da time for
friendship be ovah, Admiral. I jus wan tah do my part…for da ‘Orde, of course.”
“Yeah…right. Of course.”
Admiral Lightdawn sat in his rickety wooden chair and stared at the troll, his
hand rubbing his stubble-covered chin. “Alright. Speak. What the hell do you
have to say?” He gestured to another wooden chair in front of his desk. Tia
cautiously walked toward it and sat. She kept her eyes on Admiral Dawnbright
but continued to smile.
“Joor airships be in truble.”
The elf laughed. “Our
airships? Seriously? Have you seen how tight the security is in this city?”
Tia simply smiled. “Do joo
want da information or no?”
“Fine, fine. Continue with
this…thing.”
“ ‘Is name is Captain
Seawolf. ‘Ee don have no connection tah otha pirate groups. ‘Ee be on ‘is own.
An jes, I ‘ave seen how da security is dis city. In fact, da Captain be ‘avin’
a spy in da ‘Orde forces.” Tia smiled as widely as she possibly could, her
small tusks pulling back on her lips. The Admiral simply stared at her in
silence, leaning back on his old chair, the creaking wood echoing in the room.
“Wat be da matta, Admiral? Surprised?”
“If this is a trick, troll…”
“Wat me be gainin’ from
trickin’ da ‘Orde? I be livin’ a peaceful existence away from joor rules.”
“I can easily take you in as
a traitor.”
“Joo can…or joo can capture
the Captain.”
The Admiral stared at her for
a moment, contemplating the troll’s words carefully. Quickly, he leaned toward
the desk. “What do you want out of all this? I know you’re not doing this for
your love of the Horde.”
Tia chuckled softly and
stared at the Admiral’s green eyes. “Joo be right. Wat I want be ratha simple.”
The Admiral tapped his fingers against the desk as he waited for her response.
“Wat I want be ‘is ‘eart.”
The tapping stopped. “His
heart?”
“Dat be too much ta ask fo?
We know ‘ee be dyin’ for ‘is actions. All I ask fo’ be ‘is ‘eart. Joo can
dispose of ‘is body ‘owevah joo want.”
The elf narrowed his eyes,
glaring at her in disgust. “Very well, troll. If you’re correct, I will have my
man and you will have his heart.”
“Be sure it be still
beatin’.”
“Whatever.”
Tia smirked, settling in the
wooden chair and satisfied with her visit to Orgrimmar.
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