Conquest of the Horde

Gatwazzak growls at the Troll on the other side of the bay, his fists clenched and his teeth bared. After a few words of arguement and threats, his daughter hiding behind Zert, Gat's 'friend'. Ting, the other growling Troll, narrows his eyes and nods in agreement. They begin to walk to Gurubashi, guarding the two female Trolls from Ting. They arrive, both Trolls dropping down into the arena. After a long and eventful battle, Gatwazzak jumps at Ting, his claws extended and his teeth bared, roaring a battle cry, his good eye wild with bloodlust. His roar is interrupted by a sword impaling his stomach. He blinks and snarls a bit, twitching and falling to the ground. Zert and Leeva scream as Gatwazzak falls, clutching the spear in his stomach. He grunts as it's pulled out of him. After talking and yelling at Ting as he walks up the stairs, Zert and Leeva rush down to join Gatwazzak, his old friend Kaz watching in the stands, his face frozen. Gatwazzak speaks to his daughter and Zert, shivering as death's hands slowly pull him into the afterlife, his eye going distance. After some goodbyes, he finally fades, his body limp.

Leeva walks into the jungles of Stranglethorn, a robe wrapped around her. She creeps into a bush, pulling out a large Troll body. She kneels in front of the body, closing her eyes and whispering prayers. She continues this for a few minutes before lying her hands on his chest, praying a bit louder now. Her hands glow a deep green, flowing into the body in front of her. Her face distorts in concentration and exhaustion, the resurrection wearing her out. After a few more moments, which seem like hours to Leeva, the body twitches and coughs, rolling onto his stomach as he coughs blood onto the grass, shivering. Leeva gasps and hugs her dad, whimpering. Gatwazzak finishes his coughing, weakly hugging his daughter back. He opens his good eye, grinning, "Dat's my girl." He hugs her tight before settling back onto the ground. Minutes pass as he tries to gain some energy, coughing a few times. He finally turns towards Leeva, "So did yeh find ah mate yet?"

Permanent Drawbacks:
Large scar across his chest
Scars down his arms as well
Increased pain when punched or hit in the chest

Temporary Drawbacks:
Major coughing, occasionally bloody
Bandages around his chest
Can't talk much without pain in his chest

While Leeva was truly exhausted by the ritual she couldn't find herself wanting to rest, at least not until she could sort herself. Her father was worn and in pain, and she urged him to sleep. She lost count, but this must have been the second, maybe third time he had come back from the dead, and she knew that death not only wore on the body, but she also thought it tired the spirit too. Would Gat's spirit be able to recover? Or would it only get weaker?

As she came outside the tent and approached the fire she took seat with another troll. He had been patiently waiting for her as she had prayed, calling the spirits to aid her in the deliverance of Gatwazzak'fon. She was happy to tell Flinwaz how successful she was, and for awhile they discussed what to do about this Ting person.

In all honesty she couldn't remember half the things she said with Flinwaz. Her mind was racked with many thoughts and ideas, and burdened heavily by the resurrection. She was sitting with him, but not entirely awake. It almost felt like she was in a dream more than reality, and the only thing she could think of was what the future would hold for her.

One idea became apparent, however. Ting needed to die. She didn't care how, or who would kill him. This wasn't a matter of revenge, but safety. The killer had left her feeling insecure ever since he had asked her to be his mate. Of course she wouldn't! But.. it almost felt like she was being confronted, confronted by the old ways. She had abandoned her people when they were dying by the murlocs, but she also had abandoned what it was to be a troll in that society. She was told that the Darkspear was no longer like that, that Vol'jin agreed to do away with all that.

She met a lot of trolls that were in fact of that new mindset, of that new way. They respected her, and she was glad. But Ting, Ting wouldn't stop stalking her, he wouldn't stop tormenting her. Each time he came she felt like she was being dragged back into that past...

And she could not allow that.

Gatwazzak would be too weak. She couldn't let her father take care of her issues anymore. He died enough, now it was her turn to be a grown up and take responsibility. Flinwaz would help. He was a young troll like her, both were strong and with plenty of life and spirit in them. Together she felt that they could stop Ting and end this nightmare.

By now the thoughts were blurring back and forth, until fading into emptiness. Her mind felt numb, as if she had studied for hours, and all she could think of was rest. She had remembered giving Flinwaz and appreciative hug before heading into the other tent, dropping down and falling into a deep rest. Her dreams were many, each filled with uncertainty.